#specs and pecs

[specs-tacularmen]

“Why do I ride buck naked?

Why else… to feel my hard cock flappin’ in the wind!”

၂၄:၀၅:၁၆

[specs-tacularmen]

กฤตยศ กาญจนดุล ๒๔๐๕๒๗

❤︎ ร้องเพลงกับฉัน ♪

I’m too sexy for my pecs!

Too sexy for my pecs!

Just sexy for sex!

[specs-tacularmen]

That moment when you reach the inevitable conclusion...

...that you were born to be worshipped

काज़ुमा ओइषी। २३११०७

[pet-shop-of-horror-fan]

I need the alloromantic queers to learn that amatonormativity will not help them.

[aphobicplacesscale]

Can you rate @aroace-spec-empire :3

Ok

Blog made specifically for aro and ace people

Many posts on the aro and ace tags

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@aroace-spec-empire

As usual, I could be wrong, as this is only my opinion! Feel free to correct me if I said something incorrect, and let me know if you agree or not!

[slowlystupendousdelusion]

What do you mean nothing rhymes with Alex, Jack???

[newblogcarkeys]

Understanding One-Time Close Construction Loans: A Comprehensive Guide

When it comes to building a new home or multifamily property, financing is often one of the most daunting aspects. One option that is gaining popularity among both developers and individuals is the One-Time Close Construction Loan. This loan type simplifies the construction process by combining the construction loan and permanent mortgage into a single transaction. It’s an efficient way to finance projects like custom homes, multifamily construction, or even spec home building. In this article, we’ll explore what a One-Time Close Construction Loan is, its benefits, and how it can streamline the process for projects involving concept development and planning.

What Is a One-Time Close Construction Loan?

A One-Time Close Construction Loan, sometimes referred to as a "construction-to-permanent" loan, is a financial product that combines two types of loans into one: a short-term construction loan and a long-term permanent mortgage. This means that you only go through the loan approval and closing process once, which can save both time and money.

During the construction phase, the loan covers the costs of building the property. Once construction is completed, the loan is automatically converted into a permanent mortgage. This type of loan is especially beneficial for anyone building a custom home, a spec home, or even larger projects like multifamily construction.

Benefits of One-Time Close Construction Loans

Streamlined Process: One of the key advantages of a One-Time Close Construction Loan is the convenience of going through the approval and closing process just once. With a traditional construction loan, you'd need separate closings for the construction loan and permanent financing. This can involve multiple fees and additional paperwork. With a One-Time Close loan, you only deal with one set of closing costs, saving both time and money.

Fixed Interest Rate: When you lock in a One-Time Close Construction Loan, you also lock in your mortgage interest rate, which can be a huge benefit in a fluctuating market. This means that from the moment your loan is approved, you know exactly what your long-term interest rate will be, even before construction begins. This is particularly helpful for larger projects like multifamily construction, where rising interest rates could significantly impact your long-term costs.

Fewer Surprises: Another advantage of a One-Time Close loan is that you have a clearer picture of the overall costs upfront. You’ll know exactly what you're borrowing and at what interest rate. Plus, because you only go through the approval process once, you don’t have to worry about market conditions changing or requalifying for a second loan when construction is complete.

How It Works for Multifamily Construction

If you’re a developer planning multifamily construction, a One-Time Close Construction Loan can offer you financial stability throughout the construction process. Multifamily projects often involve extensive concept development and planning, and having a single loan that covers both construction and long-term financing makes the process smoother.

From the early concept development and planning stages, you can work with your lender to structure the loan in a way that covers the various costs associated with building multifamily properties—everything from land acquisition to final finishing touches. The transition from construction loan to permanent mortgage is automatic, allowing you to focus on completing the project rather than worrying about future financing.

Spec Home Building and One-Time Close Loans

For those involved in spec home building—where a home is built without a specific buyer in mind—a One-Time Close loan offers similar benefits. Spec builders face the challenge of predicting market trends and selling a completed home to an interested buyer. By using a One-Time Close Construction Loan, spec home builders can keep costs low by locking in the interest rate and avoiding multiple closings.

Additionally, the simplified loan process means that builders can focus on the construction and marketing of the spec home rather than dealing with the intricacies of financing. Having the permanent loan portion in place before the project is complete makes it easier to plan the sale of the property, knowing the long-term financing is already secured.

Concept Development and Planning: Laying the Financial Groundwork

Whether you’re building a custom home, a multifamily unit, or a spec home, the success of your project starts with solid concept development and planning. This phase involves everything from choosing the right location and determining the design to working with contractors and builders.

During the concept phase, you’ll also need to assess your financial needs and work with a lender to establish the total budget for the project. A One-Time Close Construction Loan can simplify this process because you’ll know the total amount you can borrow and how much you’ll need to allocate toward different aspects of the project.

Working with an experienced builder like Hernandez Family Construction can help streamline the process. Our team can assist you in developing a detailed project plan and timeline, making it easier for your lender to approve the loan.

Conclusion: Why Choose a One-Time Close Construction Loan?

A One-Time Close Construction Loan is an excellent choice for those looking to finance a new build, whether it’s a custom home, multifamily construction, or spec home building. The loan’s ability to streamline financing, lock in interest rates, and reduce the number of closing costs can significantly ease the financial burden of construction. Additionally, its benefits in the concept development and planning phase allow you to focus on building your dream property without worrying about future financing headaches.

At Hernandez Family Construction, we understand the importance of choosing the right loan for your project. We can work with you and your lender to ensure a smooth construction process from start to finish. Let us help you build the home or multifamily property that meets your vision—backed by financing solutions that make sense for your needs.

[lovelyghst]

just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one of them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

[lovlidollie]

these pics are just the epitome of frat!rafe. he’s constantly manspreading whenever he’s seated, douchey cap either pulled low on his head or flipped backwards. you can always find him wearing a white wifebeater or a tom ford polo, rollie proudly displayed on his wrist. he knows he’s hot and he knows how to use it to his advantage ! he’s such a slut !!! literally ran through lmao there’s not one girl he hasn’t messed with.

he’s got one of three hairstyles; a buzz, an undercut with greasy bangs, or a mullet. and you best believe he pulls all three of them off. frat!rafe is one of those jerks that shows up at sorority bikini carwash fundraisers so he can wolf-whistle at them and wink as he signals them to call him.

vocab consists of diff variations of “bro,” “dude,” “my guy,” “word,” “yo,” and he most definitely overuses the word “like.” he’s the type of guy to call professors by their first name, disrupt the class, and then beg for better grades in the middle of said disrupted class.

prolific snapchat user. snapscore is atrocious and he has streaks going with at least 7 girls at any given time. sends out a ‘u up?’ text at least twice a week. sometimes he’ll leave a girl on delivered for hours - sometimes days - just because he can. when he finally replies it’s usually a blurry snap of his face or a shameless thirst trap with a “mb was busy”.

when a girl finally realises that he’s playing her, he just laughs it off. if they’re upset he says, “i was just messing around,” or “you knew what you were getting into.” he doesn’t take responsibility for any emotional damage because in his head, he never promised anyone anything.

his ig captions .. are something. obviously there’s the infamous ‘grind never stops,’ and a ‘#blessed’. posts gym mirror selfies where he’s flexing his abs, pecs or biceps in a way that seems casual, but in reality he’s spent 20 minutes trying to find the perfect angle and lighting. captions them with things like ‘gains,’ or ‘rest days are for pussies’.

rides around in his obnoxiously loud truck, revving constantly and disturbing everyone in the area. he’s always blasting rap music at full volume, and of course he’s modified the vehicle. the truck’s lifted, with big off-road wheels, a custom exhaust, and a tint that borders on illegal. frat!rafe takes pride in parking it across 2 spots, and he’s always talking about its specs; “blah blah this much horsepower blah blah v8 engine blah blah”. it’s a sore sight at all the parties with the bed of the truck more often than not being used to perform keg stands.

[nobigsecrets]

Number 32 for bucktommy please!!!

32. …to wake up.

Buck is used to waking up alone in bed. He doesn't mind, usually. It's just the way things are.

Ever since he's been with Tommy, it has started bothering him. He can't pinpoint why, exactly. But waking up to an empty bed even though he and Tommy fell asleep next to each other has become... unsettling, somehow.

It has never bothered him like this in any of his previous relationships, not as far as he can remember.

It's silly, he knows as much.

For one, Tommy is a notorious early riser. Buck suspects his time in the army might have something to do with that.

So most mornings Buck wakes and he can hear Tommy rummaging around. He hears the familiar clatter of breakfast being prepared down in the loft or the distant clinking of tools being used in Tommy's garage. He thinks it feels... reassuring.

Also, their shifts rarely align in their favor and it happens more often than not that one of them has to get up early for work while the other one needs to catch up on sleep.

Sometimes Buck wakes and finds the other side of the bed still warm, a hint of Tommy's smell lingering and he tells himself it's... soothing. He'll scoot over, snuggle into the warmth Tommy left behind in the sheets and if he's lucky he'll fall back asleep.

Sometimes though, Buck wakes and the empty side of the bed next to him is cold and abandoned. It sends a spark of panic through his body every single time, an irrational fear gripping his heart that Tommy could have left with no intention of ever coming back. It never lasts more than a second but it's always enough that he's instantly wide awake. He hates when that happens and it usually leaves him rattled for longer than he thinks is reasonable.

On rare occasions they have a day off together, two if they're lucky. On very rare occasions--meaning it happened exactly once--they even share their four days off together.

So rarely, Buck wakes up and Tommy is still sound asleep beside him. He loves those moments. He'll turn onto his side facing Tommy and watches his fill, unashamedly. Traces the lines of Tommy's face with his eyes, laugh and worry lines both smooth and relaxed by sleep. Gets distracted by the specs of silvery grey in Tommy's stubble and lets his eyes drifts downwards to check if he can catch the first grey in his chest hair as well. He can't and he laughs quietly at himself. Involuntarily Buck reaches out, means to track down the line of Tommy's pecs with his finger--and stops himself at the last moment because he doesn't want to wake Tommy just yet.

But Buck is impatient and fidgety to a fault and Tommy is a light sleeper so unfortunately, these moments never last long.

It doesn't matter. Because Buck likes it even better when it's the other way around. When he wakes up to the feeling of Tommy lying solid and close next to him in bed. With Tommy's head heavy on his shoulder and one of Tommy's legs draped across his own and Tommy's breath hot and tickling on his neck and Tommy's hand drawing soft caresses onto his skin until he gets goosebumps.

What Buck likes best of all though, is when he wakes up to Tommy kissing him softly. To the lingering touch of Tommy's lips on his own, to Tommy's hand gently cupping his chin, to Tommy draped across his body and being engulfed by his presence. And he'll turn his head in the direction of Tommy's kisses without opening his eyes, will open his lips and let Tommy deepen the kiss, will bring up his arms and pull Tommy completely on top of him, holding him close, holding on, glad he didn't wake up alone today.

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss

[ladybyakuya]

| JAZZ & JASMINE + SYLUS. 

+cw. — fem!(captive)reader, fluff, teasing, humor, sexual tension, highly suggestive.

+wc. — 0.6k 

+syn.— sylus makes an attempt to soothe you in his own way as your suffer from a nightmare.

+notes. —sorry but his flirt game is so bad that it makes me cry. thnaks to sam ( @hayatoseyepatch ) for beta reading this piece. | redirect to blog navigation.

You have been tossing and turning in bed yet Sylus made sure not to keep up the pin-drop silence you needed to rest, to get used to your surroundings. Sometimes it is amusing given how sensitive you are to him but apparently, not now. 

You wake up in a frenzy feeling the thumping of your heart inside your ears, eyes wide open like it has not slept for a while. The first thing you see is Sylus hovering above you. “Get off me,” you try to swat him away but he does not move a bit but the back of his fingers tilts his face under the influence.  “What did you do now?” You ask but all you receive is a raise of one of his eyebrows.

“Relax.” He walks around the bed. Your eyes follow him as he halts, one of his hands still tucked behind his back. Is he hiding something? He is standing at the foot of the bed, now with both of his arms neatly tucked behind his back. You scoot away towards the head side. It puts a smile on his face. There you are, as lively as ever. Not a moment passes by when you are not scared of him or resisting him. He walks around the bed stilling as he comes near the bedside table. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Sylus finally reveals what he is holding behind his back “Here.”

Eyes embedded with ruby-like pupils grew linear as you posed a question while staring at the bouquet of Jasmine. “You got me flowers?” You lean a little closer as he holds the bouquet. No. It doesn’t smell suspicious. It smells like Jasmine indeed. 

“Why you don’t like it?” You raise your eyes at him, lips forming a pout. Your attention falls on his pecs and muscles. He is in his night robe which means either he was sleeping or working. He grows impatient as you do not take the bouquet away from his hands so he keeps it in the water-filled vase.

“Why’re you awake?”  you ask so many questions. Ever heard of, “Curiosity killed the cat.”

Sylus looks at you, inspecting, and then jocks down in a flash almost closing the gap between you and him. “You see, his fisted hands rest on the mattress of the bed creating dips, I’m a creature of the night.” Is he even wearing anything underneath that loosely tied robe?

You lean closer. “Like a vampire or something ?” You whisper lest if someone hears.

His eyes trail off to your slightly parted lips while he wets his bottom lip. “Wanna find out? I could be something deadlier. . . ” Sylus notices as you swallow. Why are you so afraid of him? What did he ever do to you, huh?

“Good God.I’m just teasing. Relax.”He moves away from you turning around and pressing the bridge of his nose. This is not going anywhere. But you beg to differ.

“You’re going to sleep?” Sylus turns his head towards you and seeing you sitting at the edge of the bed surprises him, gives him a little hope so he follows it.

“Oh, how can I when someone else has occupied my bed.” Aah! perhaps not that fast.

“Like it's my fault as you lose your sleep,” you tartly reply looking away. Apparently, you are but he will get to that later.

He lets out a chuckle and sits on the lounge chair nearby crossing his legs. You are forced to rake your eyes away because you are sure that he is not wearing anything else except that night robe. “I’m not going anywhere. Go to sleep.” He takes the book and his specs from his reading table.

Like hell, you can now.  

[essenyare]

Majorly Out of Spec

WARNINGS: Leon S. Kennedy/Jack Krauser, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Cock Worship, Krauser has a huge cock

He was never a fast runner.

Which, in the military, was a kind of disgrace—especially for a man who came out of special forces and had pecs sharp enough to snap a fountain pen.

But the problem was never his legs.

The problem was that goddamn thing .

Jack Krauser had a cock that defied conventional classification.

He’d tried tucking it left—naturally, it leaned that way, and following the grain of his muscle made the most sense. But it never stayed put. Sooner or later, it would spring free at the worst possible moment. And if he happened to be running? One sharp turn and it would whip side to side, smack into his inner thigh. Pick up speed, and it’d start slapping against the meat just below the groin. No joke—that spot bruises easily .

Tucking it right didn’t help either. That meant going against the natural muscle alignment, and it rubbed harsh against the fabric. Abrasive. Unbearable.

He even considered strapping it upward —when it was calm, soft, posing no immediate threat. Krauser sometimes found himself thinking: There are maybe five things in this world that have dared to mess with me. Why the hell is my own dick one of them?

Maybe a bandage. Maybe bind it against the lower abdomen. But it was just too damn big.

He had abs— real abs—neatly stacked, disciplined rows like military rations. Trying to strap that thing against them? It’d be like shoving a baby’s forearm into the front of his pants. Suspicious at best. Laughable at worst.

He’d even tried getting custom gear.

Military-issue went up to size G—G for GRAND, as in comically large . But Krauser had to file an official report titled something like “Request for Accommodation: Non-Standard Male Physiological Trait.” HR thought it was a prank. They made him come in for a conversation that lasted three hours and two bitter cups of government-issue coffee.

In the end, he took matters into his own hands—literally. Enrolled in a vocational course. Learned pattern drafting. Sewing. Stitching. Tailoring underwear became part of his routine—pragmatic, not aesthetic. His entire physique needed specialty care, and knowing how to construct his own clothing saved him from getting fleeced by shady tailors when it came time to buy formalwear.

Eventually, he was issued a new type of compression pants—fresh off logistics supply, designed for high-intensity training. Supposed to prevent varicose veins. He picked a size matching his height, waist, and hip ratio. Managed to yank it over his hips, barely. Walked two steps and felt like he’d wrapped his junk in a nylon execution bag.

Back in boot camp, speed showers and communal sleeping quarters were never kind to him. It’s not like he’d been born with muscles and menace. Once, before discovering whey protein and hypertrophy training, he’d just been a lanky kid. Already tall enough to get stares—but cursed with something between a club and a courtroom exhibit dangling between his legs.

And no, it didn’t earn him the Hollywood welcome. In the barracks, even a single arm hair over your assigned cot line was a punishable offense—let alone a semi-conscious erection slapping against the underside of your issued blanket.

That thing had more surface area than a marine tarp. It took longer to wash. More soap. More time. And no, boot camp didn’t exactly leave time for contemplative cock hygiene.

Running was a problem. So were jumping jacks—his dick had uppercut his own stomach more times than he could count.

Crawling drills? Every third step, an instructor would yell, “Krauser! Is your gear unsecured?”

He hated rope climbs most of all. How the fuck was a man supposed to reach for a knot without risking a full-frontal garrote from the friction of military-grade hemp?

And then came Harrison.

“Sir! Private Krauser just tried to trip me!”

The idiot. As if standing too close during roll call was some kind of coordinated assault. Krauser didn’t even look at him. Just stared at the distant circular target like it owed him money, dropped to the ground, and started doing his two hundred pushups in silence.

At least his back and biceps were getting stronger.

At Colonel Smith’s bachelor party, a whole squad of half-drunk grunts stormed into the strip club like it was a fucking breach-and-clear exercise. Drinks flowed like floodwater. Dancers were called. Krauser wasn’t exactly a saint, nor was he above indulging now and then.

The girl working the pole that night was giving it about twenty percent attention, eighty percent autopilot. She seemed to mistake him for her steel support beam.

She ground against him, slinked and circled, then hit a high-leg spin and—BAM! Her kneecap struck him right in the head .

No, not his head. The other one. The recently-awakened one. If it had a face, it would’ve been the face of someone who just got mugged in a back alley.

Look, it’s simple physics: a stripper’s patella versus a hyper-proportioned gelatinous warclub between a man’s legs? That’s not choreography. That’s a fucking egg vs. rock situation.

You know what they say: With great power comes great fucking liability.

And Krauser felt it. Maybe he wasn’t sure if this was a power or a curse, but the liability? That was real. Tangible. Measured in bruises, stares, and long silences.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried dating. Wasn’t like no one was interested. But give it a few drinks, enough to lower inhibitions, make the hands wander—and there’d be that moment.

That moment when someone cupped him through his pants, smiled like they’d hit the jackpot… And then pulled down the metaphorical lever to find out it was too much.

You could see it in their faces: this thing doesn’t compute . Desire turned to disbelief. Arousal crashed into anatomical panic.

And that’s when they bolted.

Because let’s be honest—America doesn’t have universal healthcare. Emergency rooms are expensive. Nobody wants to end up with a perforated colon and a long wait at reception, only to hear:

“Sorry, sir/madam—your case isn’t classified as urgent at this time.”

In a country like this, self-preservation beats orgasm.

So, you ask if he practices abstinence? Fuck yes, he does.

Every. Goddamn. Time.

When it came to taking a leak, public urinals were kind of easy. Find the corner stall, unzip, aim, drain, done. (And no, he’d never admit that the length of his dick correlated with the seconds it took to empty his bladder. No one needed that cursed trivia.)

At home, though—sit-down toilets. And you had to remember to lift the thing up and rest it across your thigh. Otherwise, it was like fishing off the edge of a porcelain lake. And there was nothing tranquil about that.

Routine medical exams? Always a disaster.

The nurses either gasped, stifled laughter, or exchanged that look. One time, a trainee nurse literally sprinted out of the room like she'd seen the Ark of the Covenant in his gown.

So there Krauser was—bare-assed, legs dangling off the paper-lined exam table, his balls shrinking up in shame while the attending physician took his sweet time getting back.

It was harassment. Seriously. Just because it’s not happening to a woman doesn’t make it less of a violation. Men can get sexually humiliated too, goddammit.

And beach days? Forget it.

He could only wear those sad, knee-length board shorts, the kind that made his muscular thighs look like a wasted architectural opportunity. It was less swimwear and more like strapping a goddamn tarp around his waist.

He sighed, full of that specific kind of despair reserved for men whose cocks ruined every attempt at leisure.

He’d just gotten out of the water. Ten minutes of cooling off had nearly fried his forehead under the midday sun. Now he sat under the umbrella, still damp, still sticky, still itchy.

He had sensitive skin. Of course he had sensitive skin. Now he had a goddamn heat rash. Because apparently, America doesn’t do nude beaches, and he couldn’t exactly roam around with his monster dick flopping in the breeze. Not that he wanted to flaunt the damn thing.

And seriously—That kid over there needed to stop staring.

Jesus Christ. He was this close to marching over and kicking over that dumb little sandcastle.

He wasn’t hiding a bioweapon. He wasn’t smuggling some sacred national relic.

It was a burden. A godforsaken, socially isolating, pants-stretching burden. The reason lovers fled. The reason he could never sprint at full capacity without risking internal bruising.

It was the enemy in every low-grade battle he fought.

He was a soldier. But his war wasn’t glory or honor.

It was this. It was living with a fucking monster cock .

And no, it wasn’t a goddamn gift from heaven.

The only grace, perhaps, came with promotion. As a major, he finally had his own quarters. His own bathroom. No more judgmental glances. No more shared barracks. No one to kick him awake when he slept spread-eagle to air out his reproductive furnace.

And hey, if the government ever let him rot out here and he decided to end it all, he could always hang himself with his own dick.

It would be poetic. That’s what he used to think, anyway.

Until he met Leon S. Kennedy.

...Read more on AO3

[specs-tacularmen]

Well, now you know what Jamar Pusch looks like without his skin-tight shirt (or ultra-loose-fitting tanktop)...

That is, pretty much the same.

[aphobicplacesscale]

Hi!

You can call me Seg, I'm aroace, and you'll never know my main blog.

I try to rank places based on how aphobic or a-spec friendly they are!

I can totally be wrong, I base myself mainly on the vibes they give me and some other datas I can get, I have no mathematic proof of anything.

The criteria I use:

How queer/lgbtqia+ friendly they usually are;

How many time the word "love" can be found here;

How many hearts or heart shaped things there are;

How many "love is all that matters" / "love is vital" there are;

For blogs: whenever the owner is aroace

How many aspec related things there are

If you have other criteria I could use, feel free to suggest me!

If you have data I don't, or you think I did something wrong, please, tell me!

The scale I use is:

🍀Ally🍀

🔵Friendly🔵

🟧Ignoring🟧

💔Aphobic💔

The explanations:

🍀Ally🍀 is for a place that recognises we exist and matter, and actively and visibily shows it. Here you can find a-spec flags, pins and stuff, and you will not find anything that's aphobic or that can disturb in any way an a-spec people (including romance and sex repulsed pals!)

🔵Friendly🔵 is for a place that knows we exist and usually has some a-spec friendly stuff. Maybe there are some "love is love" signs, but, in their pride signs, there are some small a-spec flags.

🟧Ignoring🟧 is for a place that doesn't know we exist. More not a-spec friendly signs than before, no recognition, and probably lots of aplatonic and afamiliar -phobic stuff.

💔Aphobic💔 is a place that is straight up against our existence, that it wants it or not. Many "love is all that matters" signs and absolutely not romance / sex repulsed friendly.

Tags used:

#as(pec)k is for answers at asks or reposts;

#communic a tion is for communications about the blog;

#not judging places is for when I am not judging places

#judging places is for when I judge a place; it's followed by:

#🍀ally🍀 when the place gets ranked as ally

#🔵friendly🔵 when the place gets ranked as friendly

#🟧ignoring🟧 when the place gets ranked as ignoring

#💔aphobic💔 when the place gets ranked as aphobic

I'm really sorry I'm not able to provide anything for our fellow agenders, but I know nearly nothing about what could be considered agender-phobic (is that a word?) so I don't feel like I can judge places about it.

[flowerpottlady]

Shine

Day 5 of my domestic Jily series! Inspired by @jilymicrofics

***

Lily stepped from the bathtub, ever so carefully, still completely unused to the added weight tacked onto her midsection. She stuck a blind hand out, reaching for a clean towel from the pile on the counter, and wrapped herself in it - wondering just how much bigger her bump would grow before she would have to charm the towels to accommodate for her new size. 

She could hear James pacing from the next room over, ready to leave over half an hour ago, when Lily decided she needed a quick shower before venturing out into the Muggle world - a secret date that James had planned on his rare night off from Order duties. 

Lily decided to take her time though, it wasn’t often she got the chance to dress up, and at thirty weeks pregnant it took a while to do almost anything nowadays. She picked up her wand first, using it to quickly dry her hair, marveling at the thickness of it, the shine, that pregnancy had given her auburn locks. She dabbed some makeup on, deciding that a spot of pale pink blush on her cheekbones helped to take away from the slightly chubby cheeks she had recently developed. 

After outlining her eyes with a charcoal pencil, brushing some golden eyeshadow across her lids, and swiping the dark mascara over her eyelashes - Lily took a moment to stare at her, relishing in how unnatural she felt in her body.  Like it wasn’t hers anymore. 

Her once flat stomach bulged from her. Her body changed in unimaginable ways, all for her child. While her back hurt, her breasts ached, and she was certain there was a foot lodged into her spleen - Lily wouldn’t give it up for anything. She loved it, carrying a new life inside of her, creating another human being - from the purest form of love that Lily shared with James.

She rubbed her hand down her swollen belly, imagining the baby that would soon be in her arms.  Wondering what it would feel like to see its red face, to feel their skin against hers. “I’m so ready for you sweetheart,” she whispered, hoping her baby would hear her. 

“Lil?” James’ voice came through the door - only slightly apprehensive. “I don’t want to rush you, but I am getting very hungry.”

“Almost finished!” Lily yelled back, snapping her attention to the pale blue dress hanging against the door. She dropped her towel, kicking it toward the corner of the bathroom - and slipped on the silky slip, giggling at the way it clung to her bump. 

The blue dress was next, and Lily reached towards it, fondly remembering the last time she wore that dress - at Alice and Frank Longbottom’s wedding before her seventh year. She danced until her feet hurt; James twirling her, laughing with her, whispering in her ear. He had kissed her on the cheek at the end of the night, and Lily was certain that was the moment she had fallen in love with him. 

It was a simple dress, and Lily smiled widely when she realized it still fit her - even better than before. The strapless top exposed her pale shoulders, lightly dusted with freckles, and did wonders for her boobs - exposing her cleavage in a way that she knew would drive James wild.  It fell mid-thigh, the empire waistline swinging around her bump and - 

“Lily!” James shouted through the door again, interrupting the time she spent simply admiring herself. “Love I know you must be hungry too, are you almost done yet?” 

She rolled her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear and opening the door wide. James was standing there, leaning suavely against the doorframe - dark hair mused perfectly, his strong jawline freshly shaved. The dark gray button-down shirt he wore perfectly accented his pecs, his sleeves already slightly rolled up.  He smirked at her, hazel eyes moving up and down behind his round specs, drinking her in. 

She was so getting laid. 

 “What? I’m ready, and starving, let's go.” 

He grinned, bearing his perfectly white teeth, “You’re cute.” James said softly, stepping forward to peck her cheek. “I’m very lucky I married you.” 

“I’m very lucky to have married you too.” She whispered back, grasping his hand. “Now c’mon, will you tell me where you are taking me yet?” 

“Not till we get there.” 

Lily could only roll her eyes then, smoothing her dress down her bump. “Well, I hope it has chocolate cake. Little Harry is very hungry for some chocolate cake.” 

“Well, I hope little Josephine, is equally as hungry.” James said knowingly, “Because you know, you are having a girl.” 

“Even if we are having a girl, we are not giving her my second name. We are in the 1980s now, dear, not the 1880s.” 

“Right, of course. Silly me. My parents are Euphemia and Fleamont. It’s easy to forget.” James laughed, grabbing Lily’s purse and guiding her out the front door. 

She was silent for a moment, a small contemplative smile stretched across her face. 

“What’s that look for?” James asked, turning to look at his wife after locking their door. 

“Oh, nothing really…” Lily began, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just really happy to be doing this with you.” 

“Getting dinner?” 

“You know what I mean,” she said softly. 

“I do,” his hand reached for her bump, pressing a hard kiss into her cheek. “I’m very happy to be doing this with you too.” 

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Proposed Ship Names for Every MCxLI Ship in Band Camp Boyfriend

Spoiler warning for every route across the board except for the side story!

I don't expect any of these to catch on because you can name the MC whatever you want--this is all just for fun! My friend helped me draft these and it's been sitting in my notes app for about 2 weeks so I thought I'd post!

Tom x Cadence

Tomdence

Majorbones

Majorboner (HEAR ME OUT if this game can make jokes about Set 36, this one shouldn't be too bad. However, I understand it’s not very PG-13. 😔)

Peter x Cadence

Petercad (There’s no way to combine their names without it sounding like a pesticide or petulance I’M SORRY)

TrumpetMajor

Hellfire duo

Clark x Cadence

Cladence

Flex and Specs (play on Clark’s nickname Specs and Pecs) 💪🤓

Drum major duo (the Dual Drum Majors ending is so canon in my mind)

Samuel x Cadence

Samdence

✨Gourmet duo✨ (they're classy)

Samuel seems to dislike puns but if he didn't, the sax puns are endless 💔

Poptart x Cadence

Melcad

Melvence

Melloduo

MajorPanda

Doug x Cadence

Dougdence

(Drum)^2 major (this one's my favorite. the irony is that Doug might not know what this means BUT THAT’S OKAY WE LOVE HIM)

Garth & Cadence (platonic)

Gardence (like gardens 🥺)

GET DOWN MR. PRESIDENT (get down meaning 🕺💃)

MajorPresident

Wileyduo

Some more ideas I have but am too uncreative to think of at the moment:

Ship names based on their respective planets 🥺

Rarepairs and slash pairs