#duplicate cost

[diagnozabam]

Este legal să faci o copie a cheii de la mașină? Ce trebuie să știi dacă ai pierdut cheia originală

Pierdere cheii de la mașină poate fi un adevărat coșmar, mai ales dacă nu ai o dublură și trebuie să comanzi una nouă. Însă, chiar și atunci când ai cheia originală, te întrebi dacă este legal să faci o copie a acesteia sau trebuie să te adresezi unei reprezentanțe auto pentru a obține un duplicat. Iată ce trebuie să știi. În primul rând, dacă ai pierdut cheia și nu mai ai o copie, va trebui să…

[sea-buns]

i need a drawfee archive that's got every stupid funny moment documented in chronological, alphabetized order for when i spontaneously remember a really obscure bit that i need to find or else i'll explode. i need to be able to type an extremely vague description in a search bar and have it understand me completely.

[gamebunny-advance]

First Drop-Off~

Just dropped off yesterday's orders~ If you made a purchase yesterday, please check your tracking info to make sure everything is correct ^u^

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[stealingyourbones]

Danny has been having issues trying to find a job that allows him to use his powers. He’s no longer in the superhero scene anymore but why not still put his powers to use?

After successfully gaining a job as a Stuntman, he didn’t know what he signed himself up to do but he took multiple classes to prepare and fell in love with the profession. His powers letting him further excel in his career as things like flight, intangibility, and duplication all were things that studio heads were delighted of as it lessened the cost of production.

Stuntman don’t get a lot of recognition by average film goers which is fine for Danny. Staying under the radar and living a normal life is all he could ever ask for.

Sadly for Danny, that anonymity didn’t last forever. Danny was hired as a stunt performer in a 90s satire esque autobiography movie written and starring the Gotham Billionaire Bruce Wayne.

During an on set interview midway though Bruce explaining to the interviewer that Hot Shots was his biggest inspiration for this film, Danny casually walked behind the set, just trying to get to the costume department and thinking nothing of being temporarily on camera behind the Billionaire.

The day the interview was uploaded onto YouTube, Danny’s phone was blowing up from messages from his friends and family telling him he had become an internet sensation overnight. It turns out his casual walk behind Bruce Wayne led to the internet losing their minds trying to find the Bruce Wayne look-alike. I mean, Danny DID become Bruce’s primary stunt double because he looked so similar, that’s the whole point of stunt doubles, but Danny didn’t think it was THAT similar.

[naniyou]

I watched the live with the CEO, here is the tl;dr

The good news:

Chronological dash is here to stay! Whether you have to toggle it weekly or new users default to “For you” was not elaborated on but at least that’s confirmed.

Custom themes are here to stay! Once again, may be buried for all I know but, for sure will remain an option.

Search updates are in the works!!!!

The neutral news:

Tumblr is seriously in the red financially and needs more support, Ad-free for example is not widely used

They would not comment on the suggestion to bring back NSFW behind a paywall (which we all know would get them a boatload of money)

They’re possibly going to add a donation system like Ao3 and Wikipedia.

They would “rather not” sell data to make up the costs

Most of staff are pre-2010 tumblr users including the CEO who joined in 2007, so they do actually use the site and have for a long time

The bad news:

Condensed reblogs/removing duplicate reblogs is going forward. The reason cited was to meet “certain expectations” of users coming from other social media, which isn’t good.

Disability features (specifically turning off flashing ads for epileptics) was met with a request to purchase Ad-free @zingring clarified that they are looking into it but suggested Ad-free as more of a stopgap until something is put in place

Overall it was more chill than I expected, @photomatt and @zingring seem to be far more in tune with the userbase than u/spez.

[shadowblade8192]

(tags from @chaoticcomputeryouth) yeah ive reblogged this already but these tags made me notice the mouse which i didnt before. i have that EXACT mouse

2.4GHz wireless mouse powered by an AA battery not exactly the most comfortable mouse i own also who has a setup like that and picks a mouse that DOESNT have forward and back buttons on the side? tbh those should be standard at this point

tgirls will have this setup and run linux on it just to play terraria and emulate pikmin 2. ive seen it

[satanfemme]

wow landlords are evil. "hi we've reviewed your entire credit history and bank account history and what job you have and thank you for sending us your ID and SSN and etc etc etc. and we've decided to grant you the Privilege of living on our property. now, it's super run down and old and you aren't allowed to change anything about it, and it'll cost you a few thousand a month. and also before you move in you need to pay your first month's rent payment twice, because the duplicate payment is your 'security deposit' (you will not be getting that back tho). also we're charging you extra every month to cover our insurance payments (which isn't the same as your insurance btw. you need to get your own insurance). and also we're charging you extra every month to cover maintenance costs too. and also utilities aren't included pay for your own trash and internet and water and electricity lmao. and also I know we contacted you kind of suddenly on a thursday morning and you're at work but you have 1 hour to send us all this money. you're welcome"

[yandere-wishes]

⚙︎ Just same quick Yandere Transformers One thoughts

Imagine Sentinal Prime taking you as his darling. It's so easy for him to make you disappear, to erase you from a semi-functional world. He snaps his fingers and you're kneeling before him, optics wide in fear, servos bound behind you. All Cybertron runs through his digits, and you little girl should be utterly honored to have caught his optic.

He colors you in the richest of paints, upgrades you with the newest enhancements in all of Cybertron.

Reconstructed as the perfect doll, sitting pretty in his lap as his golden wings gently caress your back. Maybe if you're particularly feisty, rebellious, and tenacious he'll even remove your T-cog. Making you watch as he crushes your metallic organ in his fist.

"Don't forget your place, my dear. Don't make me remind you again"

Sentinal always has you propped up pretty on his lap. Trailing his fingers over your arms and thighs. Half-heartedly tracing stars and swirls as he's forced to listen to Cybertron's newest developments and his latest orders. The senate's conversations are unfiltered, they peel away the senator's golden facades leaving only the monstrous truth. Sentinel especially is the wickedest of all. Diabolic traitor playing king-prophet. You fight the urge to sink your teeth into him, biting and ridding until only scrap remains...

But the truth is too brittle. You have no power, no strength compared to him. And you're too terrified of Sentinal's punishments to step out of line.

Sometimes when the conversations get too grotesque to drown out, your desperate optics weave to an open window, peering helplessly at a world that's forgotten you. It's usually Senital's cold lips that melt away the melancholy trance. Reawaking you into your nightmare...

── .✦⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ ✦ . ──

Imagine D-16 finding you as he's defeating Sentinal. You look so bruised and battered, so broken. Maybe he knew you once, a transformer who was always sweet and kind to the miners. Maybe it's the look of utter despair and hopelessness in your optics that catches his attention. Almost like a mirror of his pain. His servos itch to wrap around your neck, to crush wires and circuits, to eliminate anything that Sentinal has ever held dear.

But he can't...

His broken spark screams in pity. You're just another helpless bot trapped in Sentinel's web of deceit. He saves you for himself, a shivered war prize he's convinced he can fix. He makes plans to seek out Solus Prime's T-cog to lay within your chest. He wonders if Megatronus would approve.

But it doesn't end that way now, does it?

Destiny is too cruel for such fragile hopes.

⛧°。 ⋆༺★༻⋆。 °⛧

Alternatively, Maybe Orian is the one to find you, sacred confused, and utterly alone. He's so eager to lend a helping hand. Wanting so badly to wrap you in his arms, to give you warmth and hope. He plucks you away from Sentinal's tarnished castle. Pulling you away into a life that tastest of saccharine daydreams and sugar-laced optimism.

And Orian -or rather Optimus- is perfect, sweet and loving, and hopeful...

But he's also tasted loss and duplicity. Bitter truths leading to his jaded obsession. He's so careful with you always having a servo on your hip, always listening to every conversation. He can't have this fragile world hurt you again. He needs to protect you from everything at every cost.

Sometimes when your body is curled next to him recharging peacefully. He'll reminisce about the other Primes, wonder if they've ever felt such a love that bites so sharply at the spark. He wonders if he can really make Cybertron the perfect world for you...

[unsolicited-opinions]

3/26/25

Haviv Rettig Gur on deaths in Gaza:

The full list of Gazans killed in the war has been released in Gaza. Possibly. At the very least, as Israeli analysts are now finding, there aren't duplicate ID numbers or other tells one finds in obviously manipulated data sets. But here's another reason to trust the data: It shows just how much Israel's warfighting tried to separate combatant from civilian. It seems unlikely that a faked Gazan data set would show such a result. The graph in the first tweet of this thread shows male to female deaths. If female deaths are assumed to be a civilian baseline (the age distribution is roughly the general Gazan population's age distribution), then the enormous spike of the blue line, right in the area of the graph that represents fighting-age men, is the best likely measure of combatant deaths. According to this analyst, the gap comes to over 16,000 dead, or almost exactly a third of total deaths. That's a Gazan data set, not an Israeli one. And it's the most complete one so far, the only one that claims to give all the names of all the dead, the one most likely to be an honest recording of the actual dead. And according to this data set, the death toll in Gaza is two civilians to each combatant, well in line with the highest standards of modern democratic armies. To be clear - this caveat is obvious, but it's important enough to say it explicitly nonetheless - the debate isn't over whether children died in Gaza or crimes were committed. The answer to both is yes. There were definitely and unquestionably war crimes committed in Gaza, air strikes that should not have been carried out. And there are thousands of dead children in this data set. The debate is over the extent, whether these are at a level consistent with the inevitable costs of even the most legitimate kind of war, which will always be horrible, or whether the best data we have shows wanton Israeli killing and disregard for moral rules and international laws. Israel's haters will tweet pictures of dead children in response. If they did that for every war, I'd take them seriously and sympathetically. But the vast majority of them don't. They don't care about dead children, only about destroying Israel. And so they can't actually tell us anything about whether our army, broadly speaking, has fought morally. But this data set can. All war is evil, all war is hell, all war is a kind of civilizational failure. But war is sometimes nevertheless legitimate and inevitable. International humanitarian law came about not to end war, because ending war is impossible, but to mitigate its evils. If this data set is correct - again, a data set released from Gaza and not at all intended to validate any Israeli argument about its battlefield standards - then the costs imposed on Gaza by Israeli warfighting methods are consistent with what is generally considered in the West to be moral and legitimate. It is a comparable ratio to the 2016 Battle of Mosul in which Iraq, the Kurds and America drove ISIS out of the city. War is bad. I respect people who vehemently oppose this one, who question the Israeli political leadership's decisions, who use the war to debate the larger question of Palestinian independence and statehood. These are all legitimate responses to the suffering of Gazans. As is the argument I personally agree with that this war was the only path available to us to rid ourselves and Gaza of the neverending and endlessly destructive scourge of Hamas. But it nevertheless matters - indeed, it may be the most important thing over the long term - that this war's civilian casualties were not worse than other comparable wars, and that even Gazan data sets show that to be the case.

The thread to which Haviv refers is here

[witchpassing]

pulling a duplicate raremaid in the service-gachapon and promptly killing it with a toffee hammer like an abattoir worker dispatching a pig. +380 glazed shards, +5 velvet frills. almost enough to cover the cost of the pull; again

[batboyblog]

The governor was firm: Nebraska would reject the new federal money for summer meals. The state already fed a small number of children when schools closed. He would not sign on to a program to provide all families that received free or cut-rate school meals with cards to buy groceries during the summer.

“I don’t believe in welfare,” the governor, Jim Pillen, a Republican, said in December.

A group of low-income youths, in a face-to-face meeting, urged him to reconsider. One told him she had eaten less when schools were out. Another criticized the meals at the existing feeding sites and held a crustless prepackaged sandwich to argue that electronic benefit cards from the new federal program would offer better food and more choice.

“Sometimes money isn’t the solution,” the governor replied.

.......

The new $2.5 billion program, known as Summer EBT, passed Congress with bipartisan support, and every Democratic governor will distribute the grocery cards this summer. But Republican governors are split, with 14 in, 13 out and no consensus on what constitutes conservative principle.

One red-state governor (Sarah Huckabee Sanders of Arkansas) hailed the cards as an answer to a disturbing problem. Another (Kim Reynolds of Iowa) warned that they might increase obesity. Some Republicans dismissed the program as obsolete pandemic aid. Some balked at the modest state matching costs. Others hinted they might join after taking more time to prepare.

The program will provide families about $40 a month for every child who receives free or reduced-price meals at school —$120 for the summer. The red-state refusals will keep aid from about 10 million children, about a third of those potentially eligible nationwide.

......

As with Medicaid, poor states are especially resistant, though the federal government bears most of the cost. Of the 10 states with the highest levels of children’s food insecurity, five rejected Summer EBT: Louisiana, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Alabama and Texas.

Like the school lunch program, it serves families up to 185 percent of the poverty line, meaning a family of three would qualify with an income of about $45,500 or less.

......

Some Republicans, in rejecting the aid, found critics in their own ranks. After Gov. Henry McMaster of South Carolina dismissed Summer EBT as a duplicative “entitlement,” State Senator Katrina Shealy, a fellow Republican, wrote a column with a Democratic colleague warning that “hunger does not stop during summer break.”

In an interview, Ms. Shealy said the state should not reject $65 million “just because Biden is president,” and perhaps just partly tongue-in-cheek wrapped her plea in Trumpian bunting: “Everyone wants to say, ‘America First’ — well, let’s feed our children first.”

Oklahoma initially said it rejected the program because federal officials had not finalized the rules. But responding to critics, Gov. Kevin Stitt, a Republican, sharpened his attack, calling Summer EBT a duplicative “Biden administration program” that would “cause more bureaucracy for families.”

Tribal governments, which have influence over large parts of the state, stepped in. Already feuding with Mr. Stitt, they promised to distribute cards to all eligible families on their land, regardless of tribal status, while bearing the $3 million administrative cost. The five participating tribes will cover nearly 40 percent of Oklahoma’s eligible children, most of them not Native American.

“I remain dumbfounded that the governor of Oklahoma would turn down federal tax dollars to help feed low-income children,” said Chuck Hoskin Jr., the principal chief of the Cherokee Nation.

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some of the most stunning highlights of this story.

All I got to say is, let's feed the children? every single Democratic Governor took the money to feed the kids, every governor who rejected it, every single one, is a Republican. If you don't vote for Democrats you are STEALING food out of kids mouths.

[sunschay]

Seduction and Passion Duplicated twice. ||

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff! x Fem!Reader.

In which you are the new member of the Avengers, Thor's younger sister and Tony's favorite person, and where Natasha and Wanda are completely in love with you and want to get your attention at all costs.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, light blood, spicy.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader x Natasha Romanoff.

Word count: 3,358 words

There was a brief silence behind the communication devices before more gunshots filled the air, bullet casings flying through the air and joining small shards of glass on the ground. She stepped behind them, picking one up with one hand and slamming the head into his nose, knocking him down for good and watching hot blood splatter across his face. 

“I caught one! Expunged, Stark.” Y/n said next, seeing the man fallen with his rifle over his chest. 

She ran with her body bent behind the counters, hearing deep male voices shouting something in Russian and she kicked one of them from behind, knocking him down as she stole his own gun and hit him in the head with the barrel. Y/n groaned as she felt a thick black cable wrap around her neck from behind, kicking the back of her knees and sending her falling to her knees on the cold floor. 

“Odinson! Where's the rest of them?” She heard Stark's voice through the small device in her ear and growled, feeling the man's grip tighten, the cable starting to burn into her neck. 

“Just a m-moment, I'm having technical problems.” She sighed, hearing the sound of shock nearby and felt the cable fall from her neck, the man being knocked down and taking another shock between the legs. 

She looked up, finding a pair of bright green eyes and red hair appearing in her vision. She sighed deeply, grabbing Natasha's hand and slowly getting up from the ground. She stared at her for a moment, parting her lips to say something when she saw a man being thrown into one of the building's windows, the red light of Wanda's magic appearing in the background, her hands in the air. 

“Thanks, Romanoff.” She thanked him quietly, watching Natasha's lips curve into a half smile and Tony appeared in his armor. 

“The area is completely clear. Come on, mission successful.” Stark stated, earning a nod from Y/n who looked between the two women, who were already staring at each other. 

[...]

Y/n stepped out of the elevator, her eyes shifting between the group of Avengers in the center of the room, and then she removed some shrapnel from her injured arms with tweezers, well accustomed to the pain. The mission had succeeded, those arms dealers had dealt with their own fates, and every clandestine weapon had been recovered by Tony and taken to a decent armory. 

“Mission report. Weapons recovered, all enemies surrendered and eliminated one by one.” Steve announced calmly, calmly cleaning his shield. 

“Well, the day ended well anyway. Have a good night everyone.” Thor announced, heading to his room as did Steve, Bruce and Clint.

“Are you guys hungry? I was thinking about pizza or something alike.” Tony suggested, looking between the three women intently. 

“We know your "pizza" is Pepper, Tony. But I appreciate it, I'm not hungry, I just need a shower and bed, what do you think about a movie?” Tony rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow at the girl, who just dodged it. “I still prefer my pizza, good night girls.”

“I think the movie is a good idea.” Wanda said shyly, her cheeks a little flushed and Odinson nodded, looking at Natasha. 

“I would like a movie but I'm getting sleepy, I hope you enjoy yourself. Have a good night.” Romanoff said, giving a toothless smile before disappearing into the hallways with Tony. 

“So what would we watch?” Wanda asked, pressing her lips together, her eyes deeply fixed on Y/n's every move. 

“Oh well, we can still discuss that. I just need a quick shower, okay?” She asked, raising her blood-stained hands and Wanda nodded calmly. “Sure, no rush.”

Y/n gave a small smile, waving before disappearing into the corridors towards her room inside the tower. Wanda knew perfectly well that Natasha was jealous of the Odinson girl, because they both wanted her attention and affection, so Natasha just preferred at that moment not to be too close to the two of them so as not to increase her jealousy attacks even more. But she would love to be there, if Wanda wasn't there, because Natasha would love to be close to the woman who consumed her thoughts and even her dreams. 

Y/n looked at her rusty sword stored inside a long glass cabinet, her chest rising and falling with regret. Her powers were weakened and using the sword that attributed her power to it would not change the fact that Y/n felt lost and exhausted. Thor had the thunder and lightning in his hands to control as much as he wanted along with his ultra-heavy hammer, but only Y/n knew that controlling fire was completely different. Only someone worthy and deserving of the flames could dominate them.

She came out of her shower after a few minutes, wearing a long plain gray shirt and some thin shorts, rubbing the towel on her head to try to dry her hair. Her body was crying out for rest, but she still wanted to be close to Wanda before the dream took her away. 

Yes, Wanda. Although her feelings were mixed between Maximoff and Romanoff, Y/n knew and understood perfectly that she was attracted to both redheads and she needed each of them. 

“Hey, you. Choosing the movie already?” Y/n asked with a slight smile as she found Wanda sitting in the living room. 

The room was dimly lit, the lights off, only the soft light of the television on to illuminate the little path of Odin's daughter. Wanda was sitting on the main spacious gray sofa, even in the dim light her pale face could be seen, her hair was tied in a messy bun, she was wearing thin shorts and a tight pink blouse, leaving her collarbone exposed to Y/n's imagination. She immediately smiled when she recognized the other Avenger, looking away from the television as she held the remote between her fingers. 

“I'm actually so undecided that I'd like to hear your opinion.” Wanda explained, a quick smile appearing on her lips as Y/n sat down next to her. 

She discreetly inhaled Thor's sister's scent, her legs closing and her thighs rubbing against each other slowly. Wanda bit her lip, trying to ignore the strangely warm sensation that crept through her body, her cheeks heating up with a certain shyness. She offered the remote to the Avenger who took it and began to scroll through the movie pages. 

“Oh well, do you like war and action movies? Because honestly this one came out recently and I was really looking forward to watching it.” Y/n pointed at the screen, the cover of a movie with soldiers and tanks catching Wanda’s attention.

“Sure, action movies are really great. Let’s go!” Maximoff nodded, biting her lip again.

To tell the truth, she hated action or war movies. She would definitely like science fiction or romance movies, but she wouldn’t say that out loud. Wanda wanted to impress and be as close to Odinson as possible. Her scent was making her ecstatic, her body still heating up, her eyes fixed on every little detail of her face.

The movie started, the opening scenes showing a completely destroyed place, in the corner of the screen informing that it was somewhere in Germany. Y/n snuggled into the couch, her arm draping over it, close to Wanda's head, who was still drawn to her, her body shivering even though she was so close.

The movie continued, the minutes passing and showing several injured soldiers being carried back to their base. Y/n wet her pink lips, her attention diverting to Wanda who was embarrassed to be caught staring at her like an obsessive maniac.

"Oh well, I think I'll make some buttered popcorn. Okay?" The older girl asked, earning a quick nod from the redhead who settled herself on the couch, pulling blankets up over her thighs.

“No problem, do you need any help?” Wanda offered, licking her lips calmly.

“I would love to, I was thinking of making some chocolate syrup anyway. Help is always welcome.” Y/n nodded, smiling back at Wanda who stood up and followed her.

The two entered the huge, luxurious kitchen, a little settling in for a moment while Y/n grabbed a pan or two and a bag of popcorn. She turned on the built-in stove, grabbing a spoonful of butter and placing it on the pan, opening the package of corn and throwing some inside.

“I confess I was surprised, I didn't know you had culinary skills.” Wanda commented, grabbing a chocolate bar and handing it to the taller girl.

“Not to break your expectations, Maximoff, but I'm terrible in the kitchen. But in the time I've been here with my brother, I've learned how to do the basics without blowing up the entire kitchen and the tower itself.” She laughed lightly, covering the pot and opening the chocolate wrapper.

“Oh well, but anyway I know you have many other skills. You are the daughter of a Demigod, that says a lot about you.” Wanda whispered, a slight smile on her face which Y/n returned.

“I’m going to be showing off.” She joked, placing the bar inside the pan and adjusting the temperature to melt.

“Strawberries with chocolate sauce, how about it?” Wanda picked up a closed jar of strawberries, earning a positive nod from Y/n who watched the small corn pop inside the pan.

“Great idea, Wanda. Just a minute, we can eat them with the chocolate sauce when it cools.” She said, watching the first corn turn into popcorn.

Wanda nodded, resting her hands on the counter as she watched Y/n take care of everything. The Scarlet Witch never thought she would find someone cooking so sexy until she saw this scene. Y/n turned off the stove, seeing the pot full of popcorn and opened the lid, adding a pinch of salt and shaking it slightly before transferring the contents to a larger bowl.

“Popcorn is ready, now all that’s left is our grand finale.” She smiled proudly, stirring the chocolate with a long spoon and after a few minutes turned off the stove completely.

Y/n moistened her lips, touching the tip of the spoon with her thumb and put it in her mouth, feeling the sweet taste of the smooth cocoa. She sighed, running her finger over the spoon again and leaned in, a playful smile on her lips.

“Time to taste and give your opinion, Miss Maximoff.” She brought her chocolate-stained fingers closer to Wanda's face, who gave a light giggle and came closer.

The Odinson girl was surprised when Wanda gently licked the tip of her finger, tasting the chocolate. Y/n bit her lip lightly, a shiver going up her spine when Wanda wrapped half of her thumb inside her mouth, sucking her finger slowly, her green eyes turning dark.

“It looks really delicious, Miss Odinson.” She commented as she pulled her lips away, her eyes staring at Y/n's lips without any shame.

“I'm glad to hear that.” Y/n said almost in a trance, laughing mentally at her own reaction.

She transferred the syrup to a container, seeing that it was warmer and looked at Wanda, breathing heavily when she felt the Maximoff girl even closer to her. A sigh left her lips, feeling Wanda's light breathing and sweet scent getting closer and closer to her.

“Wanda... the movie is playing.” Y/n warned calmly.

“Maybe the movie can wait until we taste the main course.” Maximoff replied, the double meaning in her sentence making Odinson's skin heat up.

Y/n's lips slowly parted, almost forming a mere smile, the way Wanda looked at her almost making the woman faint from how intimidating Maximoff's gaze could be. The taller woman broke the small space between them, her hand touching the side of Wanda's neck, moving away a loose strand of hair lost in her hairstyle and brushed her lips over theirs, making Wanda hold her breath.

When Y/n's lips touched Wanda's she almost let out a small moan, it was inexplicable. Intense. The softness she had on her lips was even better than a bed made entirely of cotton, so warm and so simply addictive. Wanda parted her lips, returning the kiss as best she could, her anxious hand grabbing one of the other girl's shoulders.

Fuck the movie, Y/n thought, there are more important things right now... and it certainly isn't the popcorn or the chocolate syrup.

Wanda let out a soft moan as Y/n's firm hands gripped her thin waist, her tongue nimbly wrapping around the scarlet witch's with a slow, enveloping rhythm. She kissed her back, her fingers running down the back of Y/n's neck to one of her arms, her nails scratching her warm skin, a heavy sigh coming from the girl daughter of Odin.

A gasp of surprise escaped the sorceress's throat as her back hit the pure marble counter, her eyes rolling back as hands grabbed her thighs and brought her up onto the counter, the cold texture on her body making her shiver.

“Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed, her voice cracking and weak. “I really think you can do more than just cast magic with those hands, little witch.”

The witch parted her lips for a second, her words failing her when she was simply silenced by Y/n's lips again. The slow, deep kiss made her moan and sigh, her hands entering the taller woman's shirt, her nails slowly scratching her stomach and ribs, feeling how goosebumps she had gotten from the act.

Wanda's back arched against the cold wall behind her as she felt Y/n's hand slip inside her thin shirt, slowly moving up and down a few times. She felt the girl bite and lick her lower lip, the taste of blood making Wanda let out another moan as she felt the warm hand reaching for her bra and the fingers ready to undo the strap.

“And I’m sure I can do things with you that you never thought were possible in the world.” Y/n whispered, her warm lips kissing Wanda’s neck all over.

The noise of something being placed on the wooden table caught the attention of the two Avengers, who, somewhat confused, saw that they had been caught. Y/n slowly turned her face, seeing Natasha pour more wine into her glass, licking her lips slowly, the friendliest expression in the world planted on her fucking beautiful face. What the fuck, was she there the whole time!?

“I am a mere illusion of reality, carry on.” She hummed, lightly shaking her wine glass, her lips stained.

“We were watching a movie, if you want to join, make yourself at home.” Odinson whispered, passing by Natasha who almost devoured her with her gaze.

Y/n held back a laugh, watching Wanda's completely flushed face and shook her head slightly. She couldn't believe that Natasha had simply seen everything and was acting naturally, she must have liked what she saw, maybe? Y/n bit her lip at the thought, picking up the bucket of popcorn and signaling to Wanda.

Y/n felt a shiver down her spine, a warm sensation spreading through her body and returned to the room with Wanda and Natasha. She sat in the middle, watching each of them join her, sitting on either side of her. Y/n tried to focus her face on the movie in front of her, hearing the booms of cannons coming from the screen and sighed, her eyes accidentally falling on the neckline of Natasha's blouse. God, her breasts must be huge.

A silence fell between the three women, and Y/n tried to pretend she hadn't noticed Natasha's intense, burning gaze on her face.

“What is this movie about?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, slowly eating some popcorn.

“Oh, um, it's about war and conflicts between formerly allied countries.” The taller of the two replied, seeing Wanda's giggle at the corner of her lips. Why was she finding this amusing anyway?

“Do you like conflict, Odinson?” Romanoff asked amusedly, her eyes trailing down her body shamelessly for a moment.

“Not always.” She replied, drawing an uncharacteristic laugh from Natasha.

She remained as focused on the movie as possible, discreetly alternating her gaze between Natasha who was still drinking her wine and eating popcorn, and Wanda who was a little curled up on the couch, her legs strangely crossed. Y/n licked her lips, watching as Wanda leaned over, offering a strawberry covered in now cold chocolate sauce, and Y/n bit into it slowly, watching Wanda run her thumb across the corner of her mouth to clean off the rest of the chocolate.

Dammit, she knows how to tease.

Wanda gave another discreet giggle, focusing her attention on the movie like the rest of the others. The movie continued to roll over the ground, already close to the end, and Y/n slowly stretched, trying to stretch her arms and placed the empty popcorn bowl on the coffee table in the living room. She turned her head to the side, seeing Wanda lying on the other side of the couch, sleeping peacefully. She gave a slight smile, picking up the blanket and slowly covering her.

“You have a surprising romanticism.” She heard Natasha say, her voice slightly hoarse and sleepy.

Y/n shook her head with a small laugh, placing the also empty chocolate syrup jar inside the other one, taking the remote control in her hands and turning off the television, leaving the room even darker.

“I'm not romantic, I'm just trying to make my teammate comfortable.” Y/n said, giving a playful wink as she took the dirty dishes to the kitchen.

She calmly washed each dish and dirty pan, drying them and putting them away in their proper place, taking off her shirt and remaining in her shorts and sports bra. There was practically no one there and she just felt comfortable like this anyway.

“Hey, are you okay? Looks like the wine didn't agree with you, Romanoff.” Y/n finished drying her hands, turning to look at her.

Natasha was leaning against the sink on her side, her hands gripping the marble edge tightly. Her hair was slightly disheveled, a small red mess, her face was flushed and she looked...a little warm? It got hot inside the tower and Y/n didn't even notice it.

“I'm perfectly fine, Odinson.” She replied quietly, her voice still cracking and her eyes dilated, and then cornered Y/n with her hands still gripping the sink in front of her. “What's the game between you and Maximoff?”

“There is no game, Nat.” Y/n replied, breathing heavily as Natasha leaned in and placed her face in her neck.

“I know there's some game going on, she attracts you, you attract her to you. But you attracted me before I attracted you. Now you're playing dirty with me.” Natasha whispered, looking deeply into her eyes before moving even closer and sucking on Y/n's earlobe, biting lightly.

“Fuck, Nat, you're the one playing dirty with me.” Odinson murmured hoarsely, her body burning with the feeling of Natasha's mouth on her skin, watching her smile slowly and pull her closer.

“Then play with me.” Romanoff whispered, warm fingers touching Y/n's chin before moving closer to her lips.

Y/n groaned at the intensity of the kiss. This kiss itself was nothing compared to Wanda's, they had started slowly and calmly and Wanda seemed to be as patient and unhurried as she was. Natasha didn't, her skin was burning, she felt how much she needed her, Y/n could taste blood at some point due to the rough kiss, the feeling of Natasha's hands, her nails on the back of her neck making her moan deeply.

Natasha moaned loudly when she felt Y/n's hands on her ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh between her nimble fingers before slapping her nearly exposed buttocks. She cornered her, pressing her back even further into the cold marble of the sink.

“You are not behaving well, lyubov.” Natasha whispered, the Russian accent making Y/n's hair stand on end as she felt the redhead suck on her tongue and drag her nails across her chin, scratching slowly.

“I wasn't meant to be tamed, Romanoff. Deal with it.” She replied, returning the wet, rough kiss again.

Y/n gave a frustrated groan as Natasha pulled her lips away from her, her nails scratching the back of her neck and pulling her back, exposing her pale neck. Romanoff moved closer, running the tip of her tongue over her skin, making Y/n grunt and moan hoarsely, her eyes closing tightly as she bit her, giving her an intense hickey.

“I'm not sure if Maximoff will like seeing this, but the game is beginning. Good evening, Odinson.” Natasha took a step back, walking away with a smile.

Shit. Y/n groaned in frustration as she walked away, quickly disappearing down the halls to her room before he could reach her, leaving her aroused and alone there.

*Lyubov: From Russian, means “Love”.

Author's Note:

This is so hot, I'm going to need another cold shower after this, lol.

[awniie]

AT LEAST LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU LIE

ᣞ ⊹ ݁ summary: your boyfriend suguru finds the best way to punish you !!

꒰ content: mean!sugu, fem!reader, pussyslapping, praise/degradiation, cum denial, feel like this whole thing is kinda a niche kink

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ notes: my ‘mean suguru’ drabble was based on this so if some stuff sounds familiar it’s cus i took this n drabble-fied it; also this is for the anon who asked for it <33 ALSO @d0nk3y-k0ng my new-found geto fixation is your fault <33

“Suguru, can you help me?…this thing is too heavy!” you called out, voice straining as you struggled to bring the giant cardboard box through the door. It was way too heavy for you, and of course the delivery people had quickly set it outside the door, escaping the potential work of having to bring it inside. Your boyfriend quickly rushed to your aid, grabbing the opposite side of the box. “I got it baby, where did you wanna put it again?” Suguru asked, setting the box against the wall and looking at you.

“I wanted to put it in the living room. That way it’ll be the most accessible.” You told him. You two hand just moved into your new place and decorating was the sole thing on your mind. You spent hours on pinterest, trying to find the perfect aesthetic for your new home. You valued your home,so much so that you started repeating all those cringey aphorisms whenever you were questioned about your new-found obsession.

“Home is where the heart is, sugu.” You told him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, but what does that anything to do with spending $100 on a house plant?” You let out a sheepish laugh. “Well…I can take care of the plant. Which takes heart…?” You murmured. It was an inane suggestion, which was appropriate for the circumstance of spending $100 on a plant. “Sounds a bunch of bullshit to me.” Your boyfriend told you. He was necessarily happy with all the money being spent on what seemed like superficial things, he seemed to be happy with the results of your decorating.

It took about 30 minutes to situate this new mirror, but for good reasons. It was big, like really big. Leaning, it was taller than you and almost as tall as your 6’3 boyfriend. It was wide as well, providing a perfect view of anyone who looked into it. It was a gorgeous peice of furniture. The frame was a creamy white, with ornate molding. There were carefully crafted swirls and curves on it, with tiny clay embellishment. It had looked like something out of a fairytale, like a mirror that could reveal the deepest desires of whoever dared look inside. It was perfect for your new house, the only thing that wasn’t so perfect was the extravagant price. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw the cost. No way in hell would Suguru let you buy it, no matter how much you beg or how many tears you spill.

So you searched for alternatives. Any sort of duplicate or listing on another site would be scouted out and search throughly before you succumb your wallet to $2,500. You must’ve been god-kissed that day, as the only cheaper listing was $1,700. Still, it wasn’t something you felt 100% sure about buying, but what other options were there? Suguru would be proud of you for finding a cheaper offering and thinking about a budget. So, you went ahead and bought it, feeling pretty proud of yourself for doing so. Did you tell Suguru about the purchase? no way. You’d only tell him if he asked, and you prayed with all your heart that he wouldn’t.

“Sooo…do you like it?” you asked him hopefully. Maybe he would say yes and then move on to something else, and not ask that dreadful question. Maybe, when you told him about the bargain you made, he’d be proud of you for your efforts. “Mhmmm, t’s real pretty.” He put his hand on his chin, as if thinking. “How much did we pay for this again?” Suguru asks, stepping back and giving it an appraisal.

Shit. It was silent for a good 10 seconds. You could feel the way your words dried up on your tongue and died, as if they were too scared to come up. He raised an eyebrow and asks again, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. “How much did we pay for this thing?” Stil not answer. He came up behind you, snaking one arm around your waist, while his open hand went to your chin. “Baby, you gon’ answer me?” His ghostly purple eyes searing yours through that cursed mirror.

…

“I-I just forgot to tell you-…!” you whined, legs buckling as you felt another sharp stinging sensation land on puffy clit.

“Oh, you did?” Suguru asked facetiously. You nod and cry as you feel another slap land on your clit. He then grabs your face with his hands, holding your cheeks between his slick-coated fingers. “At least look at me when you lie, baby.” He said as he guided your face in the mirror.

This was humiliating. He had you spread out on the floor, pussy glistening and your back pressed up against his chest. He had took upon himself to punish you, which subsequently turned into something lewd and twisted. Hence the being sprawled out, leggings and panties long discarded and receiving countless slaps on your cunt. It was painfully obvious that he was hard, feeling his length that was being squashed up against your ass. Your hair was messy and out of place, your skin sticky while drool and tears coated your chin. The worst part? He was doing this right infront of the new mirror and he wouldn’t even let you look away, so you were forced to fully embrace your current state.

“Please sugu. I didn’t mean too…just lemme cum please? You begged, your voice shaky and full of hiccups.

“Noo, only good girls get to cum .” He cooed, his finger playing with your little bundle of nerves. You’d been at this for about an hour now. He’d start to finger your cunt, and then he’d hit it as punishment. The closest you’ve been to finishing was the half-broken orgasm you’d stolen from his fingering, which in return you got another slap.

“Could’ve been done a long time ago. You’re making this so difficult for me baby.” He whispered in your ear, as if this hurt him more than it did you. “So now, are you gonna tell me the truth, or are you gonna keep lying to me? Cus’ trust me, I won’t hesitate to hit this pussy again” He threatened, the hand on your sticky clit moving even more slowly as an incentive.

You meant to shake your head, but when he swiftly plunged his fingers into your weeping cunt, the sloppy sounds of your slick, must’ve drowned out whatever of your senses was left. “y-yes…!”

You saw the gleam of that dangerous smile in the mirrors reflection. “I knew you would. Such a smart girl, yeah?”

Then your boyfriend laughed, a soft and smooth laugh that should not have gone down to your lower stomach with molten delicious heat. Could you blame yourself though? His fingers were pumping in-and-out of you with tantalizing proficiency, making your insides do somersaults. The way that syrupy-sweet praises dripped off his tongue alongside bitter jeers. Your brain was too far fucked out for so many conflicting emotions. “Go on now..say what you needa say to me.”

“m’ sorry for spending your money sugu! I shouldn’t have bought it, should’ve a-asked!” You confessed, buckling you hips in tandem with his fingers. “Ah ah…no moving.” He reprimanded, taking those fingers out and slapping your hole again. Your body jolted at the sudden sting and then slumped back against his chest.

“Look at you, all teary eyed and wet-pussied. You like this shit, don’t yeah?” He catchesized, with that stupid-stupid smirk on his face. “I bet you’re not sorry at all.”

“No-yes-no m’ sorry..! M’ really really sorry! ” You could barely understand what he was saying. Your pleasure was the only thing that mattered right now, all other senses finger-fucking out of you a long time ago. Geto loved you like this though. Fucked dumb and too far down the abyss of your own pleasure to think properly, all inhibitions lost. It was the easiest way to get an answer out of you.

“I think you bought this mirror just for yourself. Just so you could watch yourself get fucked? He guessed, dragging his hands across your quivering thighs. You hated how soft his voice sounded, especially when accusing you. whimpered as he did, wishing he’d just hurry and put you out of your misery. “N-no”

he frowned, stopping his hand in its tracks. He brought his lips close to shell of you ear, sending shivers down your spine and more wetness to your cunt. “Look at me, and don’t lie.”

You looked at him, straight through the mirror. “I promise, i didn't sugu. I just wanted our home to look nice!” you confessed, sniffling and squeezing your thighs together to create some sort of friction for your achey pussy.

Suguru felt his heart melt a little. You were so pitiful with your shaky mewls and whines . He couldn't help but feel a little bad for being so mean to his precious girl. He shouldn't punish you too hard, obviously you didn't know much better. “Aww..look at that face. How could I be so mean?” He told you, trailing that finger up on down your slit. He smiled at how you hips yet again bucked at his wandering digits. “So needy. Poor baby, drooling n’ crying just like this pussy. Guess I should give you what you want, yeah?”

“Mh! Yes sugu, please lemme cum now! I’m so sorry, won’t do this ever again.” You begged. At this point you were full on crying, all other senses overrides by your need to cum. His thick fingertip teased your sopping entrance, re-coating the fingers in cum.

He simply laughed, diving those fingers back into your pulsing heat. “Oh, I know baby. I know. Now watch me as I give this pussy just what she needs.”

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

Please share all you can about Toa the orca calf, I think his story is very important. I don’t know too much but it seems like a case of activists being but in charge rather than actual experts.

Yeah it was a mess from start to finish. Toa was found stranded on the rocks, with witnesses saying the waves had thrown him up there. Already he would have been distressed and had been on his side on a hard surface for a few hours at least.

They got him back in the water and then videos of these interactions started to surface:

No PPE, giving Toa belly rubs and ignoring any formal rescue protocols (if you're trying to refloat a whale, you're not letting them turn upside down)

The sun was going down and DOC wanted people out of the water. Ingrid was on her way and giving instructions to her team. The decision was made to put Toa on a trailer overnight - it's unclear if that was her decision or not but it's clear that, despite not having any rehab facilities in New Zealand, people were determined to rehab this calf and release it back into the wild at any cost.

So they cobbled together a "sea pen" on a boat ramp in a dirty harbour. This is where Toa would eventually die in a few weeks time. Whale Rescue was already selling the story of a miraculous rescue and the plan to "reunite" Toa with his pod. And lying openly that orca calves had been successfully released in the wild before:

He wasn't injured, they said. He was fine. They just had to find his pod now.

When asked reasonable question about where the PPE was for volunteers, Whale Rescue immediately became defensive:

The call for PPE went ignored for about a day while people were in close contact with a sick orca. And the call went out for more "volunteers" aka anyone with a wetsuit. This sparked immediate concerns from the Advisory Group.

Photos like this started showing up - 6 people crowding Toa in a circle, no where for him to go if he wanted a break from people:

The excuse was that Toa needed help swimming. Yet he was swimming okay and avoiding the fences without any obvious issue. And so the habituation began... Despite continuing advice from the Technical Advisory Group - including Loro Parque and SeaWorld, who both have extensive calf raising experience.

"There is no need to have people 24/7 in the water when the animal is able to float and swim alone."

Finally PPE was being used but the habituation and intense contact with Toa continued. Ingrid gave it the okay and other inexperienced members of the public continued to encourage it.

Whale Rescue continued to affirm to the public that they are merely "duplicating natural behaviour" for Toa

And the cultish and unquestioning worship of Ingrid Visser allowed this to continue - note the amount of people in the water for Toa's "massage." They only started wearing PPE when people started questioning it.

If you're wondering what I mean by cultish behaviour see the comment thread below:

They actually believe that Ingrid was communicating with Toa. Because that's what she told them she was doing. And they believed it without question.

When Toa was moved into the freshwater pool due to storms, it got even worse.

This photo was quickly deleted but look how absolutely foul the water is:

There didn't appear to be any sort of filtration or pump system.

At this point volunteers and Ingrid were being fed by donated food from the local pubs, Ingrid was sleeping on site in a donated campervan and the entire community were rallying around trying to "help." Note how close they're all set up to the pool.

Putting him in the pool also made Toa a lot more accessible. Concerns were raised about the stress to the calf and an exclusion zone was agreed upon. Buuut it was immediately disregarded.

7 people! In that tiny pool! And the photos of the complete flouting of the rules continued to surface.

The comments find it all very amusing!

Roll up, roll up! Come and see the dying baby orca calf!

And then, as we near the end of this animal's torment, Ingrid brags to the press about how she's now TRAINING the animal she intends to release into the wild. Because we definitely want to be training cooperative care and making life saving feeding and hydrating procedures all about Choice.

Remember when Ingrid Visser didn't like the "exploitation" of orcas in captivity? Remember when she said that training "tricks", even husbandry behaviours, is cruel and bad? I do!

It makes me seriously wonder if she just wanted to be an orca trainer all her life.

But anyway, Toa's getting bouts of colic (gee, maybe changing the formula without permission wasn't a good idea!) and DOC is starting to get concerned about him. At this point, people are still denying that SeaWorld and Loro Parque are involved and any mention of a facility getting involved is immediately shut down.

This is what was being said in the Advisory Group:

At this point both SeaWorld and Loro Parque have provided formulas, advice ect. Ingrid Visser was claiming she knew these things all along and that the formulas were from her hand picked experts.

So these are what the comments were:

Whale Rescue thought it was appropriate to reply to comments of concern like this:

The cult of Visser continues to fuel the anti human care sentiment.

DOC starts to report concerns with Toa's health and Whale Rescue decides to double down that everything is completely Fine. Don't listen to DOC, keep giving us money.

The donations are getting up to 20k.

Because of Whale Rescue casting dispersions, anti DOC (Department of Conservation - who put in about 10k into the rescue efforts) sentiments grow.

And, only a few days later, Toa dies. I reached the end of my image limit but I still have plenty more screenshots I can share.

I recommend you check out the documents released by DOC to see the sources of these screenshots - the other screenshots were taken from news reports, Facebook groups and posts as well as videos:

[thewertsearch]

fedorafreak: eureka.

Hang on. Is that...

...son of a bitch. The king is back!

I can't even be mad that it's not actually Dad Egbert, because this is an entirely different kind of treat - and one that I didn't think we'd ever be getting.

I’d long since given up hope that we’d ever hear from Earth again – Bec’s apocalyptic meteor laser seemed to have bookended that chapter fairly unambiguously. How, then, did Homestuck’s favourite normie survive such a cataclysm?

fedorafreak: yes. it is as hoped for beyond hope. fedorafreak: unusual devices may be used to duplicate fresh, perfectly pressed garments. inexhaustibly, afaik.

FedoraFreak is a fucking Sburb Player.

This is the best day of my life. I've always wondered about how Earth's other sessions are going, and this is the one we get to see?

This is the greatest gift Hussie could give me. This is my Christmas.

fedorafreak: alas, devices appear to hold no such promise for departed family members, misplaced hand-held steam press.

He’s had a pretty rough time, though, which is par for the course when you’re playing this game.

Departed family members are a given, but all hope is not yet lost. If they're Players too, he might still be able to reunite with them in the Dream Bubbles - but sadly, I don't think the Gods will be preserving the soul of his steam press. Guess he'll just have to prototype it!

fedorafreak: now combining expensive leather pipe tobacco sleeve with handsome, gray fedora. fedorafreak: to document result shortly. fedorafreak: resulted in hat w/ outlandish and frivolous appearance. fedorafreak: do not care for; shall discard immediately.

Alchemy, of course, is far too twee for our king. Perhaps, with some experimentation, he can make some business-themed gear which is both serious and viable?

fedorafreak: made unwelcome determination. production requires expense of glittering abstractions called grist. fedorafreak: such jewels remaining in cache, libation in reserve, at premium. fedorafreak: consumed final swallow of carefully rationed urine. soon to seek water elsewhere in exotic new surroundings.

Damn, dude. You can’t even field the grist cost for water? Fedorafreak is clearly having a lot of trouble with Sburb’s earlygame.

John did a lot better, but he had a lot of help from Nanna early on, and Fedorafreak’s lack of familiarity with the game’s mechanics suggests that his sprite is inert.

He also hasn’t mentioned a server player, so he the poor man might be completely alone, with no context for the tragedy which recently tore his life apart. He may have escaped the apocalypse, but things still are looking pretty grim for our serious businessman.