#rocket pool

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Welcome to Rocket Pool: Your Portal to Decentralized Ethereum Staking

Step into the future of Ethereum staking with Rocket Pool, the leading decentralized finance platform designed for secure and effortless staking. Whether you're a crypto veteran or new to the scene, Rocket Pool offers cutting-edge solutions to maximize your staking rewards.

What is Rocket Pool?

Rocket Pool is a decentralized protocol for Ethereum staking that allows users to stake their ETH and earn rewards safely. By utilizing a decentralized network of node operators, Rocket Pool ensures a secure and efficient staking process.

Key Features of Rocket Pool

Decentralized Network: Stake your ETH securely through Rocket Pool’s decentralized network, which increases security and minimizes risk.

User-Friendly: Experience hassle-free staking without the need for technical expertise or complex setups.

Rewarding: Enjoy competitive staking rewards while supporting the security and decentralization of the Ethereum network.

Join Rocket Pool today and become part of the decentralized staking revolution!

[rocketpooll]

Rocket Pool - Decentralised Ethereum Staking Protocol

As the Ethereum network approaches the transition from proof-of-work (PoW) to proof-of-stake (PoS) consensus algorithm, staking has become an increasingly important aspect of the ecosystem. PoS allows token holders to earn passive income by staking their tokens and helping to secure the network. However, not all users have the technical expertise or the required minimum amount of ETH to participate in staking. This is where Rocket Pool comes in.

Rocket Pool is a decentralized staking pool built on top of the Ethereum network, which allows users to stake their ETH and earn rewards without having to run their own validator node. The platform is designed to be user-friendly and accessible to all, regardless of their technical expertise or the amount of ETH they hold.

How Does Rocket Pool Work?

Rocket Pool is built on a smart contract system that allows users to deposit their ETH into a pool. The pool is then used to stake on behalf of all the users who have deposited their ETH. This means that users do not have to run their own validator node or maintain their own infrastructure to participate in staking.

Rocket Pool’s smart contract system ensures that the staking rewards generated by the pool are fairly distributed among all the users who have deposited their ETH. Rewards are distributed based on the amount of ETH each user has deposited and the length of time their ETH has been staked.

Users can stake any amount of ETH they wish, and there is no minimum amount required to participate. Rocket Pool also allows users to stake for any length of time, from a few days to several years. Users can withdraw their staked ETH at any time, but there is a penalty fee for early withdrawals.

RocketPool also offers a unique feature called “minipools”, which allows users to stake their ETH together with other users in a smaller pool. This can be particularly useful for users who do not have enough ETH to stake on their own, as they can pool their resources with other users to reach the minimum staking requirement.

Benefits of Rocket Pool

One of the main benefits of Rocket Pool is its user-friendliness. The platform is designed to be accessible to all, regardless of technical expertise, and it offers a simple and intuitive user interface that makes staking easy and straightforward.

Another benefit of Rocket Pool is its flexibility. Users can stake any amount of ETH they wish and for any length of time, and they can withdraw their staked ETH at any time (with a penalty fee for early withdrawals). This makes Rocket Pool a highly versatile staking platform that can accommodate a wide range of user needs.

Rocket Pool is also highly secure. The platform uses a smart contract system to ensure that staking rewards are fairly distributed among all users, and it has undergone extensive security audits to ensure that user funds are protected from hacking and other malicious attacks.

Finally, Rocket Pool offers a high level of decentralization. The platform is built on top of the Ethereum network, which is itself a highly decentralized ecosystem. This means that users can participate in staking without having to rely on centralized intermediaries, which can be vulnerable to hacking, censorship, and other forms of manipulation.

Conclusion

Rocket Pool is a decentralized staking pool that offers a user-friendly, flexible, and secure way for users to participate in staking on the Ethereum network. By allowing users to pool their resources together, Rocket Pool makes staking accessible to all, regardless of technical expertise or the amount of ETH they hold. With its focus on decentralization and security, Rocket Pool is poised to become a leading staking platform in the growing Ethereum ecosystem.

[gummi-stims]

Dreamlike Hotels (gifset 2/2)

[wordishismart9]

Holy shit Gwen's characterization in the Rocket & Groot comic is bad

[archecopeteryx]

A commission to celebrate Sphere shaped Pokémon had to end up in a game of Pool right? Was it just in my head? Anyway, really fun work for today c:

[facelessoldgargoyle]

this old bitch is out here complaining about his premiums on house insurance going up after the LA fires saying, “their houses burned not mine, why am I paying?” and in the same breath talking about how his health insurance covered a $250k hospital stay for him last year. GIRL! Get a grip!!

[foolisholivia]

tried my hand at a little digital scrapbooking. 😌 had fun making this. definitely going to do more

[pokemonlezbian]

[indigo-brainspark]

Plus the subtle gag about Gwen not having seen ‘Guardians of the Galaxy’ before she entered the Marvel Universe, and thereby not knowing who either Rocket or Groot are.

Gotta love that flawed omniscience!!!

[mezzoloth]

please tell me that reblog was a hint you'll redraw your rainbow rocket because now that ive seen her i need more of her

yes (whenever my bones decide to behave) but this time she will most likely be 30 and worse. just for you 🫵 because im happy you like her 😋

[surrender-every-dream]

having a quiet word angry vom where nobody from swords follows me or knows my account.

it is. beyond frustrating to see someone who hasn't been fencing for as long as i have but has advantages that i do not*

*she's fucking one of the instructors at the club

get hyped up by sword friends and by the wider community and do well in competitions.

like. as a person, she's... fine. she will step on people to get what she wants, but... fine. whatever.

but it is. infuriating. to see her being hyped and celebrated for women's+ and underrepresented genders fencing.

and i'm stood there thinking: i am shorter than you, and the majority of other people competing in w+ leagues. i am lighter than virtually everyone in the w+ leagues. i literally do not have a physical advantage by the metrics we use to decide it.

underrepresented genders? find me another trans man in uk hema. because so far as i know, it's just me.

but hey. yknow. i might not be a medallist. but i've never fucking concussed anyone to win a match. i've never taken someone out of a tournament because i injured them so bad they couldn't continue. i'm not the reason that someone stopped attending training for a certain weapon.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[handelplayssims]

Going to take a turn in each premade's new home. I like that I immedately saw the pool in the BFF's new home and was like, "That's going to be demolished and replaced by a rocket ship landing."

[i-am-just-a-trans-kid]

Here is something i made out of curiosity... :] ...I think I might go to jail from this

[arkangelo-7]

Dick Grayson, except that when he was Robin, he 100% took advantage of all the powered JL members.

Needed help getting the peanut butter off the top shelf? Instead of doing the weird jump-and-grab thing that all mortals must resign themselves to doing, Dick asked for Clark. Like, asks for him. Loudly. And Clark was always so startled that he’d drop whatever he was doing and speed over to the Manor, only to be greeted by a pouty, hangry Robin who wanted a pbj.

His tree house fell down during a storm? He made a call to John Stewart, architect-turned-Lantern. That poor man fucking rocketed across Sector 2814 to help Robin, who was completely inconsolable, rebuild that damn treehouse because Batman was out of town and couldn’t do it himself. (Dick also occasionally called up Hal, Guy, and Jessica when he was bored and wanted to babble about his life in 3rd grade while playing Hotwheels—they showed up every single time he asked.)

History or English homework got to hard? Diana always came in clutch. She would patiently explain Shakespeare to him (sometimes would even translate it into Dick’s mother tongue so he could understand a little better), or help him write his essays, etc. And on one memorable occasion, she recreated the Battle of Actium in the Manor’s indoor pool.

He also got piggyback rides from Hawkgirl, was fed a pretty much endless supply of gummy bears by the Flash, was entertained with close-up magic by Zatara, got Aquaman to introduce him to a Kraken, and even once played dress-up with J’onn.

And the Justice League? They would bend over backwards for that kid. Partially because Dick had only-baby-in-the-friend-group privilege, partially because Dick also happened to be stinking adorable—but mainly because no one was going to fuck around with the Batman’s kid. Robin wants it, Robin gets it, or you’re going to be assigned to tech desk and pulling horrible Moniter shifts for months because you got on Batman’s bad side by making his baby cry.

[peachesofteal]

Raspberry Girl Previous + masterlist + AO3 Simon Riley/female reader CW: daddy kink, somno.

You’re slow to wake up. 

Mouth half open on the pillow, bead of saliva pooling at the curve of your pout with a hand tucked under you chin like an angel, you’re still drifting somewhere in dreamland, your body far more aware than your mind. It’s late, and lazy, and he’s already handled all of the puppy’s morning duties and showered. He decided to go back to bed afterwards, sliding behind you under the covers and locking you back against him, leaving you no room to move, or pull away as he slid two fingers down your belly to your clit. You’re a heavy sleeper, making soft little sounds and whimpers plenty, but still no signs of waking up, even as you shifted, unconsciously giving him better access, allowing him to slip two fingers inside you and slowly stretch. 

You’re ready. He’s taken a slow, methodical approach, carefully stretching  tissue and muscle to be more accommodating, though he knows no amount of prep will soften the initial pain. 

“Mmm,” your head turns, lashes fluttering, and he closes his mouth over yours, slipping his tongue behind your teeth and bringing you into consciousness as gently as he can while his arm wraps like steel around your hip, fingers firmly buried inside you, palm grinding against your clit. 

You come to all at once. Every sense igniting, a ripple of awareness bringing your legs closed tight at his wrist. 

“Shh, you’re okay.” He murmurs against your ear, pinning you to the mattress with his weight. Your instinct is to push away, evade the overflow of thought and feeling, but he’s too heavy. You’re trapped. Overflowing with sensation, clit pulsing under his touch. 

“Wh-what-” 

“Sleepy girl, slept right through daddy putting his fingers inside you, didn’t you?” Everything about you is dazed and open, wanting, trusting, and you nod hurriedly. 

“Daddy,” you moan, pushing your hips back towards his, “d-daddy, I’m-” He slows, and you whine in protest.

“You’ve been so good, taking daddy’s fingers, letting him stretch you out. I think you’re ready.” 

“Ready?” The last syllable rings with confusion. 

“Ready for your daddy to fuck your sweet little pussy.” You shiver, a ripple cascading from head to toe, unbidden moan slipping from your lips. “Do you want that? Want daddy’s cock inside you?” 

“Y-yes,” he flicks your clit and returns to his previous rhythm. “Yes, please, oh- please.” You’re lost to the impending orgasm, already there with a flick of his wrist, quickly rocketing up and over, riding his hand, twitching and crying. 

Daddy, daddy, daddy. 

“I’m sorry I’m so tired.” You’re still nestled into him in bed, cheek to chest, slipping in and out of snoring as he turns the pages of a paperback. 

“It’s okay baby. You work hard, you need rest.” It’s a slow Sunday, and you need it. Eight to ten hours a day on your feet, constantly moving, kneading, lifting, rolling… it all takes a toll, one he wishes he could alleviate, though he’d never take your passion from you. He’s grateful it’s there, fulfills you, brought you to him. 

Right now, there’s nothing to do but take care of you, and Duchess, who’s snuffling at the foot of the bed, little puppy belly turned up towards the ceiling, paws in the air. You yawn. 

“I need a vacation.” 

“Mmm,” he strokes a line down your back, chasing the goosebumps. It’s not a terrible idea, take you away for a bit, get you out of town and into the sun. Maybe… “Where would you go?” Your brow crinkles. 

“I don’t know… I’ve always wanted to go to Lisbon. For the bakeries. And the beach…” You trail off and avert your eyes. “I’ve always been… it’s too much to go alone and I don’t really have anyone…” your pulse flickers under your jaw as he cups it. 

“I’ll take you, sweetheart, if that’s what you want. I’ll take you anywhere.” Lisbon is more than doable, it’s safe, and easy for him to navigate. It won’t be an issue. 

“Really?” You brighten, lip tucked beneath teeth, corners lifting into a smile. 

“Of course.” He’d give you anything, everything. Take you anywhere. A yawn drags your mouth into a circle. “Why don’t you close your eyes for a bit longer.” 

“‘m not tired anymore.” Brat. He raises an eyebrow, and you look away sheepishly. “Okay well… maybe for a little.” Good girl. “Can we take Duchess to the park? Later?” It’s your new favorite thing. A long loop down the street to the green space and back, a solid rhythm he’s working to settle you in so you can continue the habit when he’s away. 

“Sure baby. Now close your eyes.” 

“Open.” He forks another bite of pancake into your mouth. “Good girl.” Pancakes. He’s gotten pretty good at it, using your moods, emotions, as a barometer for what will make you happiest food wise. 

When you’re tired and a little bit cranky, it’s breakfast for dinner. 

He managed to get you outside for a bit, walking beside you and Duchess at a leisurely pace, soaking in the small bits he’s never truly enjoyed. The sapphire blue shade of the sky, the chirp of the bugs and birds, quiet lap of the pond. He’s always walked with purpose, never for love, for the act of it, but now, taking his time with you, living with you, he gets it all, experiences the world as you do, eats up every single second. Just being able to take a leisurely stroll with you and the dog is more than he’s ever expected for his life. 

It was a nice little outing, followed by a shower before he put you right back in bed, settling you in the nest of pillows and blankets. Even after a day of slipping in and out of a nap, you’re still exhausted. 

“Daddy.” You’re waiting for the next bite, mouth open, Duchess at your side watching intently like she’s going to get some pancakes too. 

“Sorry sweet girl,” he scrapes another piece free across the plate for you, pleased that you’ve eaten three fourths of your dinner. You reach for a piece of bacon, chewing thoughtfully, untangling a snare that's caught some of your words, and he waits. Always. 

“I was thinking…” when you don’t continue right away, he places a hand on your thigh, the skin to skin soothing the turbulent chaos in your mind, the things trying to sort themselves out. “I um, I saw the motorcycle in the garage the other day…” pleasantly surprised, he nods encouragingly, and you swallow. “I was wondering if maybe, you- we- you could take me on it?” He hasn’t been on the bike in about a year now, content to let it sit in its spot until he had the time, the energy to take it out. The joy of riding has never faded, but it’s different now. He used to ride because a part of him hoped the road might take him, might end him, though it’s been a long time since then, a long time since the darkness controlled him. Now, the bike waits for him, waits for when he has a moment to himself, a moment he can relax and enjoy it. 

This will be the perfect one. 

“You want to go on a bike ride baby?” You look up at him through your lashes. 

“I always thought it might be cool to know what it’s like.” Brave girl. You’re still a bit unsure, and he casts the plate aside to hold your hands in his. 

“I’ll take you, but following your rules will be very important. You’ll need to listen to me at all times, and tell me if you’re scared. Do you understand?” It will be a lot. Loud. Intimidating. An overall new experience he’ll have to coach you through, but he knows you can do it. You nod excitedly. 

“Yes daddy I do, I will. I promise.” The fork and plate rattle, and you squeal. “Duchess!” She's licking a string of syrup off her nose, clearly pleased with herself. The rest of your dinner is gone, and you’re trying hard not to laugh as he barely suppresses his own. It’s easy for him to get distracted around you, easy to forget the rest of the world when he’s got you here where it’s safe, in his home, where he doesn’t need to think about anything else, threats, fears, chaos. It doesn’t surprise him he forgot about the plate and put it down in reach of the dog.

You sigh, mischievous spark in your irises like a bad little girl who knew all along. “Oh well. Guess she was hungry.”