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[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

I haven’t posted about Virgin Steele in a few weeks but I’m still obsessed with them and the specific emotions they elicit

[vijaydeep1278]

Revamp Your Bedroom: How to Choose the Right Metal Bed for a New Beginning

Ready to transform your sleep space from snooze-worthy to dazzling dreamscape? It's time for a bedroom revamp, and what better way to do it than with a touch of metal magic! Choosing the right metal bed is the secret ingredient for a bedroom makeover that will have you waking up with a grin every morning. So, let's dive into the funky world of metal beds and discover how to pick the perfect bedroom bed for your new beginning!

1. The Bold and Beautiful:

Metal beds are the rockstars of bedroom bed furniture, and they come in all shapes and sizes. For a bold statement, opt for a bed with a headboard that's a piece of art in itself. Think swirling designs, funky patterns, or even a splash of vibrant color. This isn't just a bed; it's a bold declaration of your personality!

2. Size Matters, Style Matters More:

Whether you're in a cozy nook or a sprawling loft, single metal bed come in sizes to fit every space. But here's the real scoop – it's not just about size; it's about style. Go for a bed that suits your vibe, whether it's a sleek and minimalist frame or a whimsical, curvy design that turns your bedroom bed into a fantasy land.

3. Mix and Match Metals:

Who claims you must adhere to a single metallic hue? Mix and match your metals for an eclectic and trendy look. Combine brass with silver, or throw in some copper accents. It's like a metal orchestra playing the symphony of your unique style. The key? Let your imagination run wild!

4. Glam It Up with Canopy Charm:

Feeling a bit extra? Go for a metal canopy bed that adds a touch of glam to your bedroom. It's like having your own personal oasis. Hang some fairy lights or drape sheer curtains for that dreamy, Instagram-worthy vibe. You'll be counting sheep in style!

5. Think Beyond the Bed:

Who says metal bed are limited to just the bed frame? Think outside the box and explore metal nightstands, dressers, or even a funky metal chair for that corner reading nook. It's a metal takeover, and your bedroom is the canvas.

Choosing the right metal bed is not just about sleep; it is about creating a space that reflects your personality, style, and a hint of funky flair. So, dive into the world of metal magic, pick a bed that makes you smile, and get ready for a bedroom revamp that's as groovy as you are! Sweet dreams, rockstar!

[smidge-j]

Spaghetti metalbal

[byz-was-here]

The Chronicler's company being transformed into toa, but no one's element is what they expected.

Six Matoran touch the Toa stones at kini nui as they guard the Toa Mata's escape route from Mangaia and get WAY more than they bargained for.

Toa Kapura blinks and suddenly every Magnet on Mata Nui goes haywire.

Toa Macku yelling because suddenly everyone's thoughts are in her head all at once

Toa Tamaru secretly being relieved that she doesn't Immediately start flying, and then all the plants around her grow up to ten feet high and burst into bloom.

Toa Hafu laughs- but the joke stops being funny when his Carving tools get metalbent when he tries to activate his powers over stone.

Toa Taipu looks thoughtful as he picks up a rock, and then calmy watches it drift weightlessy into the sky like an untethered balloon.

Toa Kopeke is silent for a long time. Then, without a word, they zap a stray Infected Rahi with a lightning bolt.

Once Takua picks his jaw up off the ground, he probably says something like, "At least I'm still a normal Ta-Matoran, thank Mata Nui."

...No one lets him live that comment down after the whole Mask of Light incident.

[radicalreliablerandomness]

too much spaghetti meatball. unfollow.

if you don’t love me at my numerous spaghetti metalbal you can’t have me at my vaguely humorous original posts

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

As per the poll Tuesday, we've got Gremlinverse (delayed to noon because of errands I had to run) shenanigans: specifically Jak discovering disadvantages to his new size.

At first, Jak had enjoyed the Underground's reaction to his new stature. He was used to being underestimated, but when what seemed to be a ten year old kid blew up a deathbot, their reactions were so much funnier. They were nicer to him, too. Well, that might’ve been because they were patronizing him. That's what Daxter seemed to think. Tess, on the other hand, was sure that it was more about guilt.

Seeing their tank so much smaller and more vulnerable, she insisted, was a wakeup call. It meant they had to come to terms with the fact that they'd repeatedly endangered the very people the Underground had been supposed to protect.

Jak thought it was a nice sentiment, but unlikely. After all, Torn hadn't thought twice before giving up little Mar’s location to Praxis when he thought Ashelin's life was on the line.

Besides, he didn't need hollow contrition. "We're sorry" was easy to say, but meaningless if they were still treating him like a glorified errand boy.

They hadn’t sent him on any real missions since he'd come back from the Nest, but that may have been because Sig was watching them like a glinthawk, just waiting for one of them to cross a line. But that brought Jak to a new problem: the longer he hung around headquarters, the more they started treating him like an actual kid.

He had almost seventeen-

Okay, that wasn't true. He had twelve years of memories and experience. Just because his body was small and his emotions were big didn't mean he suddenly didn't understand anything! And it certainly did not mean he required assistance getting up onto taller objects!

The first time it happened involved Jak dangling from the Underground leader’s grip. He glared, looking like he wanted to rip Torn's hair out. Coincidentally, Torn also looked like he wanted to rip Torn’s hair out.

"What, so Mar and Daxter can sit on your nasty table, but I'm not allowed?" Jak challenged.

"First of all-" Torn closed his eyes and took a calming breath. "Mar is a toddler and he was getting underfoot. Daxter was a rat and you would've stabbed me if I'd thrown him off the table."

From the spartan bunks along the wall, Daxter snorted and looked up from trying to remember how shoelaces worked.

"Well, he got an accurate read on that, at least."

Jak folded his arms and raised an eyebrow. It was actually a very endearing expression, but Torn had been around him too long to be swayed by it.

"Well you're the one who made me work for you guys, and technically I wouldn't have shrunk if you hadn't betrayed us to Praxis, so if I climb on stuff you're just going to have to deal with it."

Torn lifted Jak a little higher with a frosty look. "Watch it, brat. You cause trouble on purpose and I might just put you in the Junior Freedom League to straighten you out."

Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say.

The next thing Daxter knew, Torn had dropped Jak with a high-pitched wheeze of pain. The former KG was doubled over and in clear distress, and Jak was on the table again. The former ottsel shook his head and went back to fighting with the boot laces.

"Brutal," he commented, "but not unprovoked."

The next time someone tried to pick him up without permission, it was Brutter.

Compared to Torn, Jak was far more forgiving with Brutter. Most likely because Brutter had treated him like an equal from the very beginning, and even now acted as though nothing had changed. So when Daxter brought Jak with him to do a little pro bono pest control on Brutter's fishing boat, the Lurker hadn't had any objections to letting Jak crawl through the vents with the plasma swatter. (Jak could tell why Daxter liked the swatter so much. It made a really fun splat when hitting metalbugs.)

He'd chased the pests from one end of the cabin to the other, filling his pockets with metalbug gems as he went. Under normal circumstances they would have been Daxter's pay, but Jak was the one crawling through the dusty vents. If Dax wanted them, he'd have to come take them.

Almost unrecognizable with dust and bits of metalbug exoskeleton, Jak had finally crawled out and bumped into Brutter's leg. As if on instinct, Brutter reached down without looking and scooped Jak up off the floor.

"Hey!" Jak yelped.

Brutter's eyes snapped down to the filthy kid he was holding under the arms, and he blinked twice before letting out a loud hoot of laughter.

"Brother Jak!" he laughed, setting him down, "You not little baby Babak! You big kid! I forgot we not home with tribe for a moment."

He took off his glasses and wiped them on his coat, then squinted at Jak again.

"Oh, Jak really is that dirty. Was not imagining baby Babak hair then."

Jak rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah. No charge for the extra vent cleaning as long as you don't tell Daxter about this."

"My lips are sealing, Brother Jak," said Brutter agreeably. He stepped back and obligingly did not cough when Jak sent up a cloud of dust and lint while brushing himself off.

"Many thanks for stopping to help with buggy pests! I am not wanting to drag you two away from hero business."

Jak flashed a genuine smile at Brutter. "Hey, we can always make room in the schedule for a brother. That's what a tribe is for, right?"

Brutter laughed again. "Ah! Brother Jak and Orangey Pal should have been born Babak. Already you have the heart of one."

Jak’s smile widened. "Really? Uh, th- thanks, Brutter."

Alright. The rest of Haven's current leadership could go kick rocks, but "Captain" Brutter was okay. He still went out of his way to make Jak feel accepted.

Daxter's voice echoed up the hall as he made his way in from the deck.

"Found the problem! One of these fish swallowed a metalbug egg."

He dragged the offending carp behind him, wrinkling his nose the whole way. Between thumb and forefinger he held the split fish carcass out towards Brutter.

"Ugh," he gagged, "Now I gotta sweep the whole harbor and make sure there's no submerged nests. That's disgusting."

He glanced up and blanched.

"Speaking of disgusting: Jak! What happened to you?!"

Jak didn't think he was that dirty.

Daxter did not agree.

And unfortunately, Daxter was now bigger than Jak.

When they got back to the newly christened Naughty Ottsel and Daxter threatened "tub or dish pit sink", Jak remembered that being the smaller one came with some distinct disadvantages.

And that this was most likely karma coming back to bite him for all the times he'd (literally) dragged Daxter into his reckless exploration.

"Dax-" Jak ducked and slid behind a table. "Look, I'll just rinse off in the bay. It's fine."

"Fine?!" Daxter sputtered, "You're a walking health code violation! Hey-! Get your metalbug guts-coated hands off my tables! I have to sanitize those now!"

Tess watched with some amusement from behind the bar. "Hon, you're gonna need a real bath eventually. You have the kind of hair that requires regular maintenance if you don't want it to break."

Sitting on the counter, Mar waved a pudgy hand in front of his face. "Jak stinky," he agreed.

"Traitor!" Jak hissed from under the table.

That was all the distraction Daxter needed. The gangly teen stooped down and seized Jak by the ankle. What commenced was a skirmish that rivaled the fights Krew used to host in the Hip-hog's boxing ring. Chairs were knocked over, paintings fell from walls, and at least one table was overturned.

Mar watched with interest as Jak dodged and squirmed and overall did an excellent impression of a fluid. When the insults started getting particularly creative, Tess sighed and leaned forward to cover Mar's ears.

Several patrons entered, only to take one look at the two boys tussling amid upended chairs and immediately back out again.

"Sig!" Daxter hollered at the next person to enter the bar, "Sig, gimme a hand before he contaminates the whole establishment!"

Jak slid out of Daxter's grip and made for the door. "Don't you dare, Sig!"

Concerned, the Wastelander shut the door and turned to Tess for an explanation.

"It's Wash Day," she said with a shrug.

"Ah." Sig narrowed his eye. "What kind of product you got?"

"Um...I've got a hydrating brand from uptown," Tess answered, "And I have a little bit of that hair mask you use, but there's not much left."

"That's not bad." He snorted. "I thought you were gonna say bar soap with the way he's flippin' out."

Sig set down his Peacemaker and waded into the fray. He caught Jak by the back of the shirt and hefted him up under one arm like the world's angriest suitcase. Before Daxter had time to thank him, he'd been hoisted up by the scruff of the neck.

"Well cherry, if your plan was to take Daxter down with you, you've certainly managed," Sig said dryly. "Now you both need a wash."

Tess pushed off the counter. "I'm gonna go run a bubble bath. It'll do you good."

"No!" Jak kicked and squirmed, but Sig’s grip held firm. "I'm not a little kid! Nobody is bathing me! Besides, they're just gonna send me out to crawl through sewers again or something anyway. What's the point?!"

When he looked up, Sig was scowling.

"They better not send you back out today," Sig threatened. "I got some Wastelander friends coming by to make sure you and Mar are okay. If you aren't there when they turn up, they're liable to turn the city upside down looking for you."

Jak stopped squirming. "Huh?" He wrinkled his nose. "Why me? What do they want me to do?"

Sig took the moment of peace to hurry up the stairs behind the bar to Tess’s apartment. Gooseberry scented soap already drifted in occasional bubbles from the tiny bathroom.

"Well, most likely they're gonna want you to go home with them." Sig glanced down at Jak and prayed the spitfire would take it well. "It's where Mar was born. We were thinking you could stay for a while, y'know? There's room for you both."

Tess poked her head out of the bathroom. "Hey, sorry, but we've got kind of a bubble apocalypse in here. Mar got a little excited with the soap bottle."

Mar was not the slightest bit sorry.

With a snort, Sig finally set the boys down. "You see the state of these two? What can it hurt?"

Tess grimaced. "Yeah...you guys leave your clothes in my shower before you get in the tub, okay? I'll put out something clean you can change into."

Daxter nudged Jak. "You first, squirt."

Jak leveled a chilling glare at him. "Just so you know, I am going to use up all the hot water."

"This is why we use hot springs baths in Spargus," Sig sighed. "We don't have to bother with who gets the hot water. Jak, rinse your hair real good and when you get out I'll show you how to wash it without drying it out."

"Uh...it's supposed to dry out?" Jak raised an eyebrow at Sig. "That's what happens after you get out of water?"

Sig drew a hand down his face and groaned something that sounded like "Damas owes me for this", but they couldn’t be sure.

[awfuckward]

idk how everyone feels about reincarnation im the general population in avatar. but i really like to think toph is a yun reincarnation. crazy strong earthbenders. spunky (read:yeah ok kinda a dick sometimes but theyve gotta point to an extent). genuinely with yuns precision earthbending i think he couldve metalbent if put in the same position toph was. also just depth to the line about friendships lasting more than one life time (which ik was maybe supposed to be more straight up gyatso&roku/aang, toph&aang/korra but still.)

[professorchatwin]

A little something to cheer you up on Monday:

A very chubby and very bloated post retirement Bumi in a orgy with three extremely horny pro benders.

He's thankful that he's taken two of those Varrick pills, because the ladies just don't stop; whether it's riding him, fucking his ass with a hastily metalbent dildo, or shoving more of thick dimsums into his mouth. They feed him so much that he can't even lift his waist without feeling so heavy and thick.

Bumi wakes up the next morning with his cock, thighs, balls and ass looking like he shoved it into thick cream; a very sore cock and balls which are drained beyond belief and three sexy ladies all cuddled up with him.

tldr: Post retirement chubby Bumi meets three horny probenders, get pegged and fucked and his dick sucked all night, wakes up covered in cum and with painful nuts, with three hot chicks in his arms.

(please reply quickly i need to save this ask)

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