#sprinkler material

[oasisirrigationequipment]

When it comes to agricultural appliances, you will find a wide variety. These are primarily used to enhance farming production and ensure the healthy growth of crops. From irrigation to dust suppression, you will find devices with specific operations. Among them, impact sprinklers have a significance of their own. 

[dragonbleps]

as if all the leaves dying off our trees and absolutely covering 1/3 of the yard wasnt enough, the pollen is starting to form in the branches and will eventually add another layer jklhsfjkhslljkdhfg

there's gonna be a carpet of organic material on one side of the yard

[upsidedownwithsteve]

perhaps some thoughts on mean!Steve and shy!reader and some dry humping 👀

18+

He’s so bossy about it, eyes alight, cheeks pink and lips parted. But there’s the ghost of a smirk there every time you whine for him, your brows furrowed, your hands pulling at the cotton of his T-shirt, fisting the material desperately.

It should be this hot - it shouldn’t, not when the sun is still flooding through his open curtains and you can hear an approaching ice cream truck from down the street, the neighbour’s sprinklers switching on, Steve’s parents muffled voices coming from the kitchen. The boy was still fully dressed, sprawled on his unmade bed, head thrown back onto his pillow as he made you rock yourself over his lap.

You looked somewhat decent too, summer dress still on but if someone looked close enough, they would’ve seen the lace edges of your underwear poke out from Steve’s back pocket, the scrap of fabric peeled down your legs the second Steve started kissing you. You thought he’d try and get you off quick and easy, his head ducked under your dress, his fingers burning thick inside of you, bullying out an orgasm before his parents could call you both down to the back yard patio for lunch.

But no, Steve had tugged you into his lap and grinned as he made you open your legs wide over his, the sensitive folds of your pussy spread against the seam of his jeans, right against the bulge under his zipper. You’d burned, knowing you’d make a mess of the denim, eyes scrunched shut when Steve cooed at your soft noises, your bitten lips.

The embarrassment made you all that wetter.

“There you go, huh?” Steve whispered, voice a rasp, his own moans stuck in his throat as he pulled at your hips a little faster, a little harder. “S’good, right, honey? Pretty little pussy just wants to rub up against any part of me, huh?”

His voice made your skin tingle, chest burning from the inside out and you shook your head ‘no’, tried to lie about it, tried to pretend to both yourself and him that you weren’t that easy.

You fooled no one.

Steve just laughed, dark and mean and the sound made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands pull at his shoulders a little more, just to see if he would give him and sit up to kiss you.

He didn’t.

Steve just tutted, still smirking as he used one big hand to catch both of yours, holding them behind your back and pinning them in place. He used his other one to lift your soft skirt, holding it out of the way so he could look with heavy lidded eyes at the way your bare pussy was rutting against his jeans.

He groaned, lashes fluttering as he tipped his head back into the pillow and tried to compose himself. You could feel his cock twitch and kick up beneath you, a sure sign he was a desperate to come as you were.

But he caught himself, squeezed at your wrists a little tighter and said, “we’ve not got long, babe, keep rubbin’ that pussy on me.”

[seat-safety-switch]

I've spoken about it many times before, but being a handyperson is a sort of curse. Once you can fix things, then it's hard to give up on fixing things. There are lots of broken objects in my home that would have been better off lining the inside of a dumpster, rather than been blown apart my living quarters for months on end while I traced some ultimately-irredeemable fault that would only fill me with rage when I found it.

Of course, nobody expected that when all the rich people left for the space station, taking capitalism with them, folks down here would just plain ol' stop working. All the factories went dormant as we realized our bosses were powerless without their bosses. Now if something broke, you'd have to come crawling to a local repair person. Can't just go buy something new from the store, where nobody wants to spend their days working so they can show you which box to buy. Nothing on the shelves anyway. Gotta fix what you have. Cruel warlords like myself now held sway over an entire neighbourhood at a time, using our exotic powers of "knowing which way to turn a screwdriver" and "put some grease on it."

Now, I spend all my days fixing other peoples' things, as opposed to before, when I spent all my time fixing my own things. Don't worry, it's not a bad life. I get paid in food, mostly, although some neighbours have offered me now-worthless money and gold bars.

Sometimes I think about heading down to the park, enjoying humanity's first free days since the industrial revolution. Art, poetry, music, free love, hand-churned ice cream: these are all things they took from us. Then I realize that the park rangers expected their sprinkler array fixed a couple weeks ago, and I can't well show my face there if it's still leaking through the improvised cork o-rings I had to make for it.

At night, I look up at the sky and see the exhaust of the space station glowing as it ejects spent rods from the reactor. I think about the mean-time-before-failure statistics of the oxygen scrubber. I wonder if they have anyone good at repairs up there. Probably not, but I'm sure they can tell someone to tell someone to make a new scrubber from the materials they don't have in their superterran prison. More valuable skill, that one.

[xkaidaxxxx]

Aizawa's New Girl

mentions: Unhappy marriage, Wifie material, tease, Fluff.

reblogs are appreciated <3

I am taking requests

Aizawa has been best friends with you since you both were in high school.You've loved him for such a long time but he’s been married for 5 years now. Recently, that means 2 years ago he hated his marriage. His wife started bitching for kids. His words not yours. He was not ready for that. From there she started making life impossible for him as well. Here he is now at your home.

“ I think I should divorce her.” he said to you. You are all for it. “You should divorce her Shōta. She’s been treating you like crap. How do you even deal with that?” you asked and served him dinner.You’re basically his wife at this point. You have been cooking his meals. He passes by for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every week he comes to wash his clothes since he doesn’t even want to see her face. After a while he’d leave his clothes in your guest room. Sometimes he crashes the night. “ I’m tired of her. I nap during school hours, to me that says a lot. My favorite meal. You’re the best y/n.” he said. You felt bad for him. He’s your best friend.  “I’m here to support you. Always.” you said.

2 weeks later he got a great lawyer and he kicked his wife out of HIS house. He’s healing and you’re there to support him. “Thanks for helping me with this. You’re always by my side. I appreciate everything you do for me.” he said. “ Better together, remember.” you replied. You then heard banging from the door. He checked the cameras and you got your quirk ready. “It’s her. Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” he said pressing a button. You heard the sprinklers go off and you started laughing. He laughed along with you. Her screams made it even funnier. 

Time passed and he is happily divorced. He ended up moving in with you and left his old home as a vacation home. You bring him lunch every day to work. As you walked inside the students whispered. Some of the male students were drooling. You were wearing simple clothing. Although your top did show cleavage and your skirt was very teaseful. You walked up to the boys. “Hey, your Aizawa’s students. Can you tell me where I can find him if he’s not in this office?” You asked with a smile. The girls immediately knew you loved him. “ you’re so pretty.” Denki said. “Thank you sweetie” you replied “If he’s not in this office, he’s in class or resting outside,” Bakugou said. You booped his nose. The rest tried holding back their laughs. “DO YOU WANT TO DIE !!??” He yelled. “WHY YOU DISRESPECTFUL SON OF A BI-“ you yelled and got interrupted by the love of your life. “Hey” he greeted. “you’re in love with him, right? Omg?” Mina was losing her mind. “Uh, he’s my bestie girly pop.” You replied. “Yeah, which is why you show up every day with lunch for him.” She giggled. The girls giggled and whispered. “Umm, I made your favorite today. I hope you enjoy it.” You said handing him a large bento box. He looked at you up and down, loving how sexy you look. He gulped as he took the bento box from you.“I always enjoy your meals. I appreciate you coming to drop off lunch.” He replied and soon you had to head home. “Mr.Aizawa you were totally checking her out. She is a goddess you better make a move before somebody else does.” Mina said and the rest of the girls agreed. She was right and deep down he knew that so once school ended he went to buy you a pretty diamond jewelry set, a special specific ring, and a bouquet of 100 red roses. He was taking forever. “It’s already 9pm,” you said aloud. “Mhm, maybe something came up with hero work.” You yawned. Minutes later he showed up. “Y/n! Hey! Sorry, I’m late, come downstairs! I have something for you!” He called out. “I’m in the kitchen!” You replied cleaning the counter. “Close your eyes.” He ordered and you did just that. He stood in front of you. “Open.” He said. You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful sight. “ I know…I suck at gifts but umm…I hope this shows how much I love and appreciate everything you do for me. I’m trying to ask if you want to be my girlfriend? Partner? Wife? Girlfriend?” He asked, choosing many titles because he had no idea what he was doing. “ Girlfriend and then hopefully wife.” You replied. You shared a soft and loving kiss with him. Aizawa has no idea how much his life is going to change now that he’s with the woman he’s always loved and will forever.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

need to be in the middle of a ghost and soap sandwich 🤤

I actually couldn’t help myself 🥲 i had to write a lil somethin for this, like omg

Dark!ghost x reader x Dark!Soap

CW: kidnapping

The first emotion that hits you when see their watchful eyes leering out of the shadows comes as a surprise. You don’t feel the fear first, or the heart grinding intimidation that follows, your first feeling is of relief.

You come from a long line of terrible men that work in the dark. Ever a servant of them, the runt and the youngest of the family, you know what happens when they’re made to be targets. You don’t see the enemy coming, instead you stand having a conversation, going about your day like always - until the moment comes when your skull shatters into tiny pieces and your blood sprays out like a high pressure sprinkler jet.

No one ever sees their assassins coming.

Therefore you decide that you’re safe in the knowledge that the men that are slowly and purposefully striding towards the patio aren’t here to kill you. Though your ease recedes the moment you wonder what they could want from someone like you.

Your throat clenched. You forgot that you could scream.

You have no connections to any of your family’s dealings and you’re not particularly well liked either. If they were to hold you for ransom you’d only end up dead…or maybe they didn’t know that yet, you thought chillingly.

The men’s massive frames were close to looming over you now. You could feel the weight of their shadows crushing you as they rose over your feet and slowly swallowed the light over your body. One wore a skull mask and the other had his face bear, his expression set in a hauntingly icy scowl. It’s enough to wring a chill out of you, working it’s way up and down your spine like a jolt of electricity. Your whole body was wired when they come to a stop in front of you.

“Wh- what do you want?” You whispered, staring between the two sets of narrowed eyes.

Neither of them said anything to begin with. They shared a brief look toward each other before locking their eyes on you again. The one with his face uncovered smiled, it didn’t reach his frosty blue eyes.

“Why’re you askin’?” He chuckled. “Will you give us what we want if we tell you?”

His words form an icicle in your chest. It rips through your insides and stabs at your lungs. The way he said that, the way he leered at you as he said it… maybe they were going to kill you. Though not until they had their fun.

Your lip wobbled and the slow tremors that had been wracking your body had descended into full blown shakes. It was if a hurricane had broken out between you all, as if their shadows had swallowed up all the warmth left in the world.

“Poor thing,” the masked man cooed, clicking his tongue patronisingly. “You’re shaking hard, sweetheart.”

“That’s right…shaking like a little scared kitten,” the other chimes.

They both have accents. They’re not from around your parts.

You widen your eyes, taking a step back as they start to move in closer. Their strides far outmatch yours. The dance between you all is short and your faltering steps take you straight back into the wall. Your chest is struggling to keep up with your tiny breaths.

“Please.”

“Please what?” The masked man asks, leaning his forearm on the wall above you.

You shudder underneath him.

“Don’t…Don’t hurt me.”

The unmasked man comes to your side and drags you toward his chest, you were powerless to stop him. It was like your body had cemented itself into place like a statue, unable to move yourself and only able to be manipulated. The man’s body was hard, it wasn’t just the extensive body armour he wore, his arms were solid across your centre.

“We’re only here right now because we don’t want to hurt you, isn’t that right Ghost?”

‘Ghost’ pushes himself off the wall and turns to face you again. Now that his friend has you pinned up against him, you’re powerless to stop him gripping your chin. The rough material of his ripped up gloves catches on your soft skin.

“Mm, that’s right. Terrible shame to ruin somethin’ so pretty. Look at you.”

He tilts your chin up at the last second, forcing you to look directly into the depthless oceans that are boring holes into you. You feel the man behind you start to raise his arm, ever so slowly he snakes his hand up your front and comes to a stop at your collarbone. I’m only a few seconds he’s gripping your neck, breath hot at your ear.

“Of course we can always follow through with our original orders…we can still kill you,” he says, a smile playing in the undertones of his whisper. “Or…you could come with us. Let us take you somewhere nice and safe, be our little plaything if you fancy.”

Ghost holds your gaze the entire time that his friend speaks, there’s a glint in his eyes that’s unmistakable. You can tell he’s grinning like a poltergeist as he continues to loom over you, trailing his fingers down your face and arms and hair and anywhere he cares to really.

You can’t give them an answer. Your lips are closed tight, you feel like you’re underwater. If you were to open your mouth you felt like you might drown.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Ghost croons. “We’ll take care of you. You can trust us.”

It’s too much. They’re both pressed up against you too hard, their breaths are so hot and jagged with menace, and their looming statures make you feel like a mouse. You feel yourself sob and try to breathe despite yourself.

“Don’t cry, pretty thing. Just say yes and we can go somewhere nice and cosy. We can leave all this unpleasantness behind, yeah? Doesn’t that sound good?”

Your mouth falls open, a silent scream billowing forth. It sounds like a last dying breath. Soaps hand clamps over your lips like a gag, his heavy tuts are echoing in your ears soon after.

“Now that won’t do,” Ghost chides. “That won’t do at all.”

He draws a knife from one of his many pockets, a long one. It gleams in the moonlight and reflects into your eyes, forcing you to squint even as you shy from it. As if you had anywhere to go. You were stuck to his friend like a rat in a glue trap.

Ghost took his knife and brandished it in front of you, allowing you to get a feel for it’s size, it was about the length of your forearm. It could have killed you in seconds. All of a sudden your pulse quickened and you felt your vision go hazy.

He let the knife drop to his side and took your chin in his other hand again. His pupils were wide as he looked down at you. The wolf had caught his prey, he didn’t need to play with you any longer now. This was the moment. Would he kill you or spare you?

“We’ll only ask once more, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with us or would you like us to follow our orders?” He asked, voice raspy with anticipation.

“I’ll take my hand away now,” Soap said. “If you try to scream we’ll assume you choose the latter option.”

All at once your mouth is free again, and before you can even think to process what’s been said you find words are spilling out of your lips unbidden.

“I’ll c-come with you. Just don’t hurt me please, I’ll come. Just- j- please…” you whine, your breaths finally cutting off your last sentence.

Both men unclench their muscles, Ghosts shoulders roll down and his eyes upturn with joy. The knife in his left hand disappears into his jacket once more and he takes a step back, allowing you a little breathing room even if you were still pressed up against the Scotsman.

“Don’t you worry, we won’t hurt you,” the other man soothes. “No one’s gonna hurt you ever again, darlin’. Right, Ghost?”

“Right. It’s just like Soap says, we’ll take you somewhere nice. You can stop shaking now. Just listen to us and do as we say and you won’t worry about anything ever again.”

As reassuring as he’s pretending to be you can see right through the facade. Though you’re powerless to do anything against them. And so you gently nod and glue your eyes to the ground, putting one foot in front of the other as the now named Soap motions for you to get walking.

Each step feels like a nail, every little scrape of your feet on the tiles is like a hammer against coffin wood. You can’t help the tears from flowing.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re ok,” Ghost whispers, reaching over and wiping at your tears. “You’re ours now.”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

It looks like a neat white farmhouse in Murrysville, Pennsylvania, but not only is it a seriously dated 1966 mid-century modern, it has the weirdest architectural features and needs a very deep cleaning. It has 5bds, 5.5ba, and it was reduced $35K to $535K. I think they're gonna have to go lower b/c there's a lot of work to do here.

The description calls this a stunning entry with exquisite chandeliers. I see a dated and dirty carpet. So, they took two vases off those corner shelves and left the dirt.

Now, here we have a fake forest with treetops smooshed right into the ceiling. I can't tell if that's a water fall in the right corner, but it's full of dirt and looks broken.

The stone thing on the left must be a planter, but how deep is it? It looks like the bottom fell out. Next is the octagonal mezzanine in the ceiling. It's a big open space and it must've been dramatic when it was new?

Behind the long stone structure is a mural. Maybe it's an indoor pond.

Here's the view from the top. The empty plastic containers must be planters.

The kitchen is huge but the cabinets are in good shape. The counters look like an old version of a composition material like Corian.

What is that black panel over the fridge?

The kitchen certainly has a comprehensive sprinkler system in the ceiling.

This is a vast area for a living room. Do they make ride-on vacuums? Looks like something's missing from the ceiling feature.

Here's a family room area with a fireplace.

The spiral stairs in the family room lead up here. I have no idea what this is and what that fenced in area is for. There appears to be a terrace with a BBQ kettle outside.

In the primary bedroom they left a bed platform and dirty upholstered headboard with matching linens.

MCM bath has a walk-in tub. They're very expensive and range in price from $2K - $10K.

Whoever designed this house really liked these openings in the ceilings. According to the description you can see clear up to this one on the 3rd fl. from the 1st. fl., but this is clearly an unfinished attic.

They do sell tension legs for sinks like this, but the owners have cleverly installed a plunger to fashion a sort of pedestal sink.

What a long garage.

This is a deceiving property. I thought that the farmhouse was for sale, but I didn't see the mid-century home attached to it. The land measures 1.3 acres.

[goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo]

People have said it, but I’m so frustrated I gotta say it again. In my opinion I feel that if Tim was being genuinely supportive of Lucy he wouldn’t have let the crime scene be compromised by the sprinklers. A) this is his role and duty as sergeant and a police officer who wants to see murderers be brought to justice and B) in not telling her it resulted in her being embarrassed in front of the entire precinct, dressed down by Wesley of all people and could have had real professional ramifications on her career if a murderer got away for her mistake.

I see the comparisons to Plain Clothes Day, and I definitely think it was intentional on the writers part. But my issue is that on plain clothes day Tim is the TO and Lucy the rookie, and he still ensures the vehicle is impounded so not to risk the crime scene being contaminated. She still learns the lesson and the criminal isn’t at risk of walking free. But that isn’t what happened in 6x01, if Lucy hadn’t been paying attention or sitting there they never would have solved it. Tim just lets the sprinklers go off? Let’s a crime scene be contaminated for what, to teach Lucy , a P2 and resident badass and oh ya his girlfriend… a lesson? I almost feel like a better word than undermined to describe what happened is “sabotaged.” I feel like if I was Lucy I’d feel sabotaged too. In the height of anxiety spiral your amygdala is firing so rapidly it is extremely hard to make any rational choices, Tim didn’t try to stop or help her (which we have seen him do!!! Many times! And he does it well!! 5x01?! Her rookie days!?) and just lets a crime scene that his girlfriend is in charge of be completely destroyed. 😭

I really hope it’s addressed in 6x02 cause I feel like this is OOC for Tim. He has never been shown, that I can remember at least, to risk the solving of a crime and finding justice to simply to teach a rookie or fellow officer a lesson. Plus they are no longer TO/ Rookie they are a couple, where is the equal footing we witnessed when they went undercover and Lucy was a bad ass UC? Lucy got lucky with this case and I am back to just hoping we get to see competent bad ass detective Lucy. I’m also hoping the show and writers use this as an avenue to explore what Tim actually being supportive looks like (knowing what to say to talk her out of a spiral about the dirty needle for just one small example), his reservations and own dishonesty around Lucy going UC and more of the argument at the end cause I, like many others, LOVE it when they give Tim and Lucy meaningful, angsty material. One of my fave scenes of theirs is the 2x01 fight Oof that was 🔥🔥🔥

[liesmyth]

@takiki16 tags on my post are too good not to be shared! The context is wild shit that legit happened in IRL football ⚽ that I need the Ted Lasso fandom to be aware of, because it'd make for excellent fic material:

the MANAGERS #the PERSONAL DRAMA#I KNOW that ted lasso is not designed to be an actual realistic show #I KNOW that this whole thing did in fact begin as a way to soft trap Americans into watching the Prem #to the point that JOSE FUCKING MOURINHO ACTUALLY HAD A PART IN THE ORIGINAL NBC AD #I do NOT want to change the vibe of the show at all #(but like…a dramedy about the EPL that REALLY wanted to roast some fuckers would perhaps…NOT look like ted lasso #if they wanted to start with the managers it would just be two middle aged idiots with BOILING beef #who had to be physically restrained from throwing hands every other game and have personally destroyed each others’ marriages

Okay WHO would Roy have managerial beef with. I vote Arteta. Actually as @elizabear suggests, it's funnier if it's one sided

He would also instinctively dislike Rob Edwards of Luton because Jamie once said he's the hottest manager in the EPL. Roy's annoyed and he doesn't know why. (Rob Edwards is very hot)

For an example of managers throwing hands... the Tuchel/Conte handshake

In fact here's a whole compilation of managers throwing hands.

Thank you for bringing up Mourinho! This is his ad, btw. "What do you WANT Ted?" lives in my mind rent-free

After much soul-searching I've decided Roy likes Mou a lot among all the managers he's played for. YES, he is a total cunt BUT

he's really fucking funny about it. Like, really.

he's never met a referee he didn't have beef with but most of all Anthony Taylor (as a Roma fan I have to agree with him on that)

the entire 2005 Chelsea team would've died for him. I've said this before, but there can't be a Frank Lampard in TL if Roy plays the box-to-box midfielder role, so this quote about Mourinho walking into Lampard naked in the shower to give him a pep talk? That's Roy. To me.

I can't even pick a quote among all the shit he's said about all the managers he's played against, but I especially enjoy when he used to be a bitch about Pep and Pep was like "I don't know her." It was like a one-sided crush dating back from their Barca days

#if they wanted it to be about the players the literal sky is the limit. WHATEVER the writers room can come up with#it cannot come CLOSE to the batshit drama that real Sockckckckcer Playahs have amongst each other#also intricate rituals. NOT ENOUGH INTRICATE RITUALS#when Jamie scored that free kick after getting permission to be a prick Dani should have kissed him with tongue

Here's some homoeroticism:

#but TO COME BACK TO OP’S POINT ABOUT ACTUAL GAMEPLAY#I want to see Coach Roy get red carded and have to sit in the stands for the next game cursing and swearing

He'd get, like, 3 red cards a season MINIMUM. Mourinho who. Here's Klopp losing it a bit. Here's Pep being passive aggressive as fuck. Pochettino from 2 days ago. Also from last weekend: De Zerbi's "I don't like 80% of referees in England" he's so right for this.

Manager Roy would get himself red carded the week before Richmond play Chelsea away. Totally accidental. So he doesn't have to have a lil cry about it.

#I want to see what it would take to get Zoreaux sent off#and then they have to stick Bumbercatch in goal and it turns out he has some Hyper Specific Phobia about the situation#he manages to save the team but his coping mechanisms for dealing with Forcible Keeper Phobia make up the comedy B-plot of the episode#

I want CLUB RIVALRY. dunno where Richmond actually physically is but imagine if they had derbies#Ted has to be made to understand that no coach - for THIS game we will not stop till we see BLOOD#Richmond wins but bc they are playing away the home fans actively are tossing crap at them as they celebrate on the pitch#also the sprinklers come on and it’s a bus full of soaked greyhounds on the ride home

They're in West London! Maybe they just fucking hate Fulham. Or Brentford.

Actually, I've thought long and hard about Richmond's derby rivalries. Semi-canon sources say they have a bit of a West London rivalry with Brentford BUT to me it doesn't make much sense because Richmond are supposed to have been mid-table in the Prem for years, top-flight but mediocre. Brentford only made it to the Prem in 2021.

Actually, I've decided that Richmond kind of take the place of QPR for most of their history, except they didn't get relegated when QPR did. This is because 1) it'd be too many London-based clubs otherwise but, more importantly, 2) when Man City won their first title in 2012 with Agueeeeeero!!! that was against Richmond. It's funny, To Me.

Also you know Roy still fucking hates Newcastle from his Sunderland academy days. If his pundit career had lasted longer he'd be having top tier shithousery with Alan Shearer every week about it.

Anyway here's a whole youtube playlist about WILD derbies.

#ALSO BC SUAREZ IS COMING TO MIAMI - BITING INCIDENTS CAN THEY DO THAT

As an Italian I am legally obliged to SAY that if Suarez hadn't bitten Chiellini at the World Cup we would have gone past the group stage because Uruguay scored off a corner they won while Italy were all busy telling the ref that there was a fucking cannibal on the pitch. I don't forgive and I don't forget.

Anyway for context: cannibal Luis Suarez. He's a repeat offender. Someone at Richmond would think it was very funny

[vallification]

choso kamo / ☀️ leo / 🌙 taurus / 💫 scorpio

since we don’t know choso’s birthday, this is completely opinion-based. i tried not to stray too far from what we’re shown of him!!! but also i want him so bad so it’s short, because it was so Long before i cut all the extra shit out.

☀️ - sun in leo makes choso honest, loyal, brave, frank, and sincere. a few of choso’s most prominent leo characteristics include his loyalty, his frankness, and his confidence in his abilities and intelligence.

people often mischaracterize choso as someone who is soft spoken, timid, and non-confrontational, however, choso is extremely outspoken, confident, and confrontational. choso knows what he wants, and will do anything to get it. while he’s part of something bigger in the shibuya arc, his participation hinges on the fact that it gets him closer to what he wants: revenge for his brothers against yuji. once he gets access to yuji, it’s on sight, there is no time to waste with sneaking, hiding, etc., and choso has no problem telling yuji exactly what he’s there for. choso’s ability to throw himself into action is characteristic of a leo sun, who may pride themselves on this ability, which is a showcase of bravery and confidence.

however, leo suns are known to be victims of pride, arrogance, presumption, and sensitivity. against yuji, choso is very careful in his calculations, taking the possibility of being tricked into account when he has the advantage. despite his skepticism, he lets pride and arrogance get the best of him. once choso thinks that he’s cornered yuji, mechamaru’s low blow comments about his brothers get him where it hurts, and choso throws caution to the wind in an attempt to re-establish himself as the “winner.” choso is once again knocked down a peg when he realizes that blood manipulation is much harder to control with the sprinklers on. these faults don’t necessarily end up bringing him failure, but they slow him down and leave him vulnerable.

🌙 - moon in taurus makes choso grounded, headstrong, sensual, passionate, and powerful. taurus moons have extremely strong emotions and convictions, but their groundedness keeps their actions on a tight leash. in choso’s case, his taurus moon helps him keep a level head even when he feels overcome by his feelings, allowing him to utilize both logic and emotion to achieve goals. he may be a little too self-serving when it comes to his true intentions, and he may get carried away from an objective if something else would satisfy his own personal goals more. we don’t see much of his personal life, but in my opinion, i think choso would value simple pleasures highly— ie. nice material but no flashy clothes, a nice shower but no fancy spa, etc.. i could also elaborate about his passion but i think i would get carried away. Lol

💫 - scorpio rising… choso is Obviously a scorpio rising. scorpio risings are known for their intense gaze, dark eyes and hair, intimidating aura, and almost inherent sense of eroticism. scorpio risings seem incredibly mysterious, with this alluring air about them, like they’re magnetic. oftentimes, their resting expression is neutral at best, or a scowl at worst. choso’s eyes and general aura are what enticed me to place him as a scorpio rising, because it just… explains him SO well.

[the-softest-love-is-ours]

F/O Headcanons: Pokemon Universe Edition!

(More will be added with time)

(Also, many of these are inspired from headcanons I’ve previously read, so you may recognize them. Unfortunately, most of these have been in my phone for a long time so I don’t remember some of the original sources; if you do though, please message me so I can give proper credits)

Aromatisse tend to make potpurri nests

Nessa and Raihan are cousins.

Leon does not know how to break open a safe or pick locks… Hop knows how to do both. In fact Hop has numerous skills that are also a little shady.

It’s hard keeping a Riolu at their beginning stage because they are very loving, loyal and friendly pokemon. Don’t give your kid a Riolu because you will be taking care of a Lucario.

Phantump can possess all kinds of tree stumps (fruit trees, redwoods, birch trees, etc.). This gives them some natural variation in appearance.

Kirlia will often "intern" under Gallade and Gardevoir in order to enhance their psychic abilities. Which one a Kirlia trains under is thought to influence its evolution if male.

Magikarp are popular among breeders because they have a good amount of variation and produce lots of eggs. You can get Magikarp/Gyarados in various colors and patterns because of this. This is also true among Rattata, but they’re less popular due to people considering them weak and boring.

Absol are known for being paranoid. They are extremely protective of their trainers and will try to prevent any negative thing from happening to them, even if that thing is "leaf blows into their face" or something equally mundane.

Sylveon and Umbreon get along surprisingly well because they're both stealth hunters.

One popular textile company uses a stylized Leavanny for their logo.

Modern Pokeballs create simulations for the Pokemon inside that make them feel like they're in a large environment. In addition to making the Pokeball feel extra comfortable, they also help keep the Pokemon enriched.

Eevee and their evolutions arguably have the cutest courtship rituals on the planet. They start off by showing interest with short yips and sniffing, studying each other. After that, play-fighting ensues. When that's done, the pair share tiny kisses on the cheek.

Umbreon can spray poison from their rings. They can poison themselves if they breathe it in accidentally due to not being poison-types, but the toxins are pretty mild.

Leavanny can fly, but only for very short distances and not very far off the ground.

A popular rumor states that the more powerful the Lucario the more black they have on their bodies, but there's nothing scientific to back up this claim.

There are some that believe that Fidough evolve faster when around fire-type Pokemon. This claim has yet to be scientifically backed, however.

Young Vulpix will actively try to get their trainers to "hold their paw for reassurance.

The Leavanny line becomes incredibly agitated if they don't have any materials to "sew" with, so make sure they have access to plenty of greenery.

Absol live in isolation out in the wild, only coming together to breed and take care of their pups.

Jolteon oddly prefer sparkling water. Many theorize that the breed generally prefer foods that cause ‘tingly’ sensations as it’s similar to the hum of electricity.

Legendary and guardian pokemon in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos are so rarely seen they are thought of as myths. Meanwhile the Tapu guardians in Alola have shown up in people's backyards to mess around with their sprinklers and lawn ornaments.

Luxray are used as police or medical Pokemon in Sinnoh due to their ability to see through objects and strong stature. They are good at finding and retrieving victims and people who need assistance. Along with that they can be trained to listen for heartbeats and give electricity in a way similar to an AED.

There is a superstition in Johto that if an Eevee jumps into a child's crib, the child is blessed. Often times for baby showers, the mother is gifted an Eevee egg for this very reason. When the kit hatches, it is left in the room with the baby. If the Eevee stays by the child's side, but outside the crib, the child is destined to be average and live a normal life. However, if the Eevee jumps inside the crib and sleeps next to the child, the child will be blessed with fortune, prosperity, and joy.

It's thought that having someone with a positive aura take care of Riolu eggs helps them to hatch faster.

Eevees tend to mimic the personality and habits of their trainers. If their trainer tends to be energetic, the Eevees will get a share of that energy too. If, on the other hand, the trainer tends to be more on the relaxed and a bit lazy side the Eevees will behave like that too.

Popplio are frequently used for public performances and other forms of entertainment. It works out nicely, as it serves as excellent enrichment for them

Swablu's soft, cotton-y down is a favorite filler for pillows, especially because they shed it often. Nowadays it's more common to find synthetic substitutes.

Eevee’s love to be groomed and accessorized, especially on their tail. They don't like baths though but they groom themselves well.

Hisuian Growlithe/Arcanine are still found in some volcanic regions, but they are incredibly rare and protected under law.

A group of Chingling/Chimecho are known as a gong.

While Vulpix and Ninetales have incredible fur, harming one is considered bad luck and, in some areas, sacrilegious.

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

Heartbeat

Harvey x gender neutral reader, fluff, angst

TW: swearing

Word count: 1448

Description: You come home after a long day in the mines to your husband, and have a relaxing shower and comforting evening together - where serious discussions are had.

(Was meant to be just fluff, but then I came back to it months later and it has become angsty)

I walk down the mountain path, the heaviness of my bag causing my feet to drag. The warm glow coming from my bedroom window getting closer - allowing me to push forward, one step at a time.

Finally reaching the door, I push it open - dropping my bag onto the floor with a loud thud. My shoulders sag in relief to be free from the weight, before collapsing onto the sofa, my legs screaming in agony. Laying there with my eyes shut, sinking into the soft cushions, I hear quiet footsteps head towards me.

"y/n, I am so glad your back," Harvey sighs in relief, kneeling down next to me, gently caressing my face, "are you hurt at all? Can I do anything to help you?"

I force my eyes to open, watching how he fusses over me, looking over me and noticing the dirt and slime covering my clothes, paying specific attention to any tears in my clothes. . I smile softly, his love feeling like a warm embrace in comparison to the suffocating darkness in the caverns.

"I'm okay, just a few bruises, scrapes and utter exhaustion. Luckily though, I have the materials I needed for the sprinklers and tools - and I found this large egg to try and hatch." I let out a soft chuckle, before grabbing Harvey's hand and kissing it softly, the worry in his eyes melting slightly.

"Help me get ready for bed? I think my legs might give out from how heavy that bag was," I ask forcing myself to sit up, my back aching in protest.

"Of course sweetheart," he responds, wrapping an arm around my waist before helping me stand. We walk to the bathroom, my legs feeling like lead.

Carefully, as though I was made of glass, he helps me sit on the toilet lid before turning to the shower. I begin to peel my clothes off of me, the slime causing them to stick painfully. I hiss in pain, managing to force my shirt to fall to the floor. Harvey turns around at my noise of pain, his eyes fills with concern.

"I'm okay, just didn't realise how much my arms hurt. Can you help me get out of the rest of my clothes?" I ask smiling in reassurance, knowing from experience that he will jump to the worst conclusions.

Together, with only the noise of the shower filling the air, he helps he out of the rest of my clothes and into the hot shower. I quickly dip my head under the stream of water, letting it warm me up and begin to get rid of the dirt.

Turning around, I notice Harvey hovering near the sink, watching me as though I was going to disappear before his eyes. "You going to join me? I think I might need help to properly get rid of the gross shit."

His lips quirk up slightly, before he begins to take off his own clothes, placing his glasses beside the sink and climbing in. I turn back around towards the shower, grabbing the shampoo.

"Let me," he quietly states grabbing the bottle. I nod, before letting him take the bottle from me, closing my eyes and relaxing. I pay attention to the shower stream hitting my chest, and how Harvey massages the shampoo into my hair. Taking great care, but expertise after washing my hair so frequently.

Afterwards, he places a gentle kiss against my shoulder, before reaching past me to grab the shower head. Using it, he washes out all of the shampoo, taking care to not pull on any knots or tangles. Afterwards, he places it back - making sure it doesn't spray me in the face - before grabbing the conditioner and repeating the process of massaging it in my hair.

While doing so, I grab my wash cloth, cover it in soap, and begin to scrub at my face, arms and chest. I watch the murky brown water rush down the drain. Snapping out of my daze, I feel Harvey gently take to wash cloth from my hand before washing off the rest of me. I feel his eyes analysing me as my skin becomes more visible, taking note subconsciously of every scrape and bruise.

"Hey," I soothingly murmur, barely being heard over the water. "I'm okay, love. I promise," I feel him pause, before continuing on. Once he finished, I turned around, letting the water fall against my back. I gently cupped Harvey's face, smiling softly, "I am okay."

I watch Harvey's shoulder's slump, before he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls be to his chest.

"I know, I just worry a lot. Just knowing you're alone in the mines for so an unknown amount of time. The thought that something might happen to you-" he cuts himself off, choking on his words due to the tightness in his throat. I feel his arms tighten their hold on my waist. "I'm not asking you to stop going down there though. Believe me, I know it is important. Hell, practically everyone in town has needed you do go down there for us as we need to minerals and resources. The rest of us aren't brave enough, and Marlon and Gil are getting too old to go to the deeper levels, let alone Skull Caverns. It is just terrifying, and I am always so scared you're going to get serious hurt and not be able to get back."

I soothingly rub his back, feeling my heart clench. "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't realise how much it scared you."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't want to worry you. I guess, just seeing you look so exhausted to caused it to all come spilling out."

I pull away from him slightly, raising my hand and caress his face, I watch as he leans into it. "You're right that I can't stop going down there. There is too many important things down there that help everyone, especially in the skull caverns. But that doesn't mean your feelings are less important. While Marlon and Gil are getting older, I am sure they know other adventurers. I am sure they might be able to find someone who will join me on the more dangerous trips, and if not I could ask Krobus. As for injuries, well I am learnt a lot from you to help with the smaller injuries - and if I do get a serious injury I push myself too much."

I watch as Harvey's eyes light up, filling with warmth at my plan.

"Really? You don't mind going with someone else?"

I shake my head, "of course not. The only reason I haven't been was because I hadn't even thought about it. I just got used to doing things by myself, much like the farm. I'm sure you remember how much it shocked me when you asked how you could help," I tease, grinning, causing him to let out a soft chuckle. "Though you are forgetting that I haven't fully been alone this whole time."

He looks at me puzzled, causing me to let out a laugh.

"You silly. No matter the injury, small or big you have always taken care of me. If it weren't for your help or advice I probably would become a lot more injured and in a worse state, especially as I had no idea what foods were the best to give me more energy."

I watch as a soft blush rises on his cheeks, his eyes glistening with tears at my words. Without saying anything he pulls me close and kisses me as though I am the most precious thing in the world.

"I love you," he states when pulling apart.

"I love you too, now help me out of the shower - I really don't think my legs will be able to hold me up for much longer," I said. Quickly, he helps me wash the conditioner out of my hair, before helping me out.

Sitting on the toilet lid and I brush my teeth, waiting for him to finish his own quick shower. Once he was finished he went to our room to grab our pyjamas before heading back, watching me finish off moisturising.

Once changed, he helped me get to our bed, climbing in to the warm, comforting embrace of my mattress and duvet. I feel the bed dipping down beside me, before Harvey comes towards me. Resting his head on my chest, I wrap my arms around him, feeling at peace for the first time in hours with my husband letting my heartbeat reassure him I am okay and send him to sleep.

[denial-permanente]

In your experience (and, of course, your husband's) what are the pros/cons of the different materials for devices? It seems that plastic, resin, and stainless steel are the most commonly used, but they all seem to have different trade-offs (I know stainless steel is heaviest, for instance).

🔒Hey, Tom here. Chastity devices need to balance four different qualities: Comfort, Convenience, Security, and Sexiness.

Comfort is an essential quality: if a device is constantly scraping, chaffing, rubbing, or otherwise damaging your tender bits so much that you need to keep removing it, then clearly that device is not working for you, and you’re not going to wear it. Yes, some time for adaptation is normal, but having to deal with edema or rashes is not. For example, this is why some all silicone cages rate pretty well for comfort — the squishy silicone means that you shouldn’t need to worry about hard edges rubbing against your skin. Similarly, some of the stainless steel devices have smooth rings and edges (more comfort against your skin), but are sometimes offset by sharp edges on seams or the locking mechanisms.

Convenience is an often overlooked criteria when some people discuss their devices, but it really is just as important as comfort, for many of the same reasons. Convenience concerns the ease with which you can keep the device clean, and engage in your normal daily activities. If your device has to be removed a couple of times a day, that’s not especially convenient for your keyholder. If you can’t clean it properly, then you can’t wear it for very long. If you can’t work or exercise while wearing it, then that’s a problem For example, one of my personal criteria is being able to use a urinal; between my work and my regular activities, I can’t always find a stall. I can, however, find a tree when I’m working outside, or on a particularly long bike ride.  This is a reason that I avoid cages with tiny little holes (or worse, sprinkler heads) at the tip.

Fitting into the convenience category is the ability to wear a device under normal clothing. The old CB2000 and the Curve left rather odd looking or simply large bulges in most dress pants, and many of the lesser-known Chinese devices depend upon locks or fasteners at odd angles. If people at work keep staring at your crotch as if they are trying to figure out if you’re hiding something, then that’s not especially convenient.

Security: Some  of you might be surprised that I didn’t mention Security right at the beginning. That  is because, based on everything that I’ve read in the last twenty-plus years from guys describing their own experiences, if a device is not comfortable or convenient, then they aren’t going to wear it anyway, so the security is moot. By Security, I’m referring to whether or not you can masturbate while wearing the device, and if so, how successfully. While presumably any device will prevent intercourse, many allow some (most?) men some degree of manipulation to the point of orgasm (or at least, something that allows an ejaculation of sorts). While a lot of men rely on using tighter cuff rings or opt to get a piercing so they can anchor the end of their penis to the cage, the fact is that most of us do not need to remove the cage portion in order to have an orgasm. Some cages will do a better job than others, but no cage is Alcatraz (or Azkhaban).

So, if no device is 100%, why even wear them? Because when you come right down to it, men who are into being locked aren’t wearing them because their partners don’t trust them (i.e., they are not for preventing random intercourse); they are wearing them because they enjoy the idea of erotic orgasm control. The more inescapable the device, the more believable their internal script when it comes to their "willing suspension of disbelief." We want something that allows us to believe more completely in our fantasies of turning over the control of our orgasms (within some limits of reason that we set for ourselves). This is why we’re willing to settle for a fairly comfortable and relatively inexpensive Holy Trainer instead of a less convenient and much, much more expensive Latowski. So, security is ironically not the most important thing with a chastity device.

And that brings us to Sexiness. Let's face it, many of us think that these cages simply look sexy or erotic, based on some weird kind of criteria we have in our heads. Personally, I think the metal devices from Steelworks or Mature Metal or Badass Workroom are sleek and eye-catching. My wife, however, thinks that most metal cages look like old plumbing parts. To be fair, though, she also thinks that most plastic cages look like old plumbing parts.

All this is lead-up to answering the original question: All devices and materials have different pros and cons when you match them up against these qualities. Stainless steel is much heavier than plastic, but is more secure in the sense that you can't easily break it. Plus, it gives one an inner sense of "I am locked for real" which adds to the fun. But, they may present problems with metal detectors, and they will, umm, drag you down a bit at the end of the day. So, bigger on security and sexiness, while possibly lower on convenience.

Plastics are lighter and easier to pass through travel security. But they need to be removed more frequently for good cleanings. Also, they may be more prone to cracking and breaking depending upon the material used. So, higher on comfort, while maybe lower on convenience.

Fortunately, there are many more interesting designs now than twenty or even ten years ago when I first started rating devices on this scale. Hopefully you can use this to make your own evaluations about picking a cage.

[techmomma]

Various things I have learned while working at this mitigation company:

different insurance providers are more or less willing to cover more things. some companies are real lenient and will give you a lot of leeway. some will absolutely not and will find every means possible to not pay. we tend to keep an unofficial list (at least among employees) of which ones we love to work with (aka which ones will approve and pay for the most and be easiest to deal with) and which ones we hate working with (they will usually reject the claim meaning NO mitigation work is done at all because you think most regular people can afford $20K mitigation out of pocket?). you can ask us which ones we like working with.

if the overhead sprinkler system is activated, then even if nothing burned, you will still need so much mitigation. modern sprinkler systems aren't just full of water, they have various fire-fighting chemicals in them that should not come into contact with people for extended periods. and definitely not food.

not every business is willing to pay for fire sprinkler mitigation. sometimes they just decide to paint over it! one of the local grocery stores decided to do that! remember what I said about exposing those chemicals to food?

mold can start growing from a water leak within like 48 hours. faster if it's a sewage leak. if you had a leak and you waited a week to call anyone, you need a mold inspection too.

we get screwed over by churches so, so much.

all houses must be tested for asbestos before any mitigation can begin. it used to be that we only really needed to test on houses built before about 1990, but as asbestos was used in building materials LONG after that, they've finally cracked down and now all houses needed to be tested. my coworkers aren't as happy about this as I am.

if the building was built before 1978 though then we have to test for asbestos AND lead! I think we should test them all for lead frankly but the law says 1978.

asbestos and lead usually have to be removed by special companies. we use subcontractors for that since we don't have the equipment ourselves.

subcontractors! your mitigation company usually can't do everything themselves, so they'll enlist the aid of another company. so for example, when we have to test for asbestos and lead, we use a subcontractor who has the equipment to analyze samples.

generally, if you can see damage, whatever is inside the wall is so, so much worse.

there is so so much mold in like every building

even with industrial cleaners and professional equipment, mold is so hard to actually get rid of permanently. if it's gotten into an organic material like wood or cloth, you can count that as pretty much permanently affected. they will almost always be unsalvageable.

this counts for say, the wood beams of your house. we can clean them down and spray mold killer and seal them, but it'll ever be a 100% guarantee, ESPECIALLY IF YOU LIVE IN A WETTER CLIMATE. LIKE, IDK, WASHINGTON.

houses on the water are so full of mold

if you have a sudden Emergency, please make sure you decide if you're going to use a mitigation before you actually call us. especially for emergencies where there's water like actively flooding your house. please, for the love of god, don't call us and say "we have an emergency and need help cleaning this up" and then call a short while later saying "well, actually, can we be put on hold, we're not sure if we'll go with mitigation yet...". our technicians are almost always working on a job, we don't have anyone just sitting around the office we can send at any time. and sometimes those jobs can be like an hour away from our office

that means the tech has to pack up their equipment on the site (meaning making sure the site is secured especially if it's going to rain), get back to the office (remember the hour drive from before), get the right equipment for your emergency, and head out there. if they've been pulled from their previous job site they had to drive an hour for, we're not going to fucking send them back.

meaning if you cancel, that's like half of our day wasted and now that other job is going to be behind, too, because they're minus an extra five hours that could have been spent doing the work for that job

please. please don't do your own mitigation work. oh my god.at the very least because sometimes insurance companies get super super picky about that and might reject your claim for it.

if you can see water damage on the other side of a wall, it means the water has gone through the drywall. the longer it's wet and uncared for--I'm talking like, 2 days or more--the more likely things will need to be removed and/or demolished. certainly after 2 days the insulation will almost certainly need to be removed and new insulation installed. this will cost money.

the older the building, the more likely anything in that building will fail at any given time. sure maybe the piping lasted 100 years but that's because it took 100 years to eat away the piping until it finally gave out on the 101st year

meaning the older the building, the more likely it becomes that you'll experience pipe bursts, leaks, electrical mishaps, sewage leaks, etc. etc.

when it comes to water mitigation, there's two kinds: cleanwater and blackwater. cleanwater is what comes out of your tap. blackwater is poopy sewage. blackwater is, without fail, a gazillion times more expensive because it will, as a requirement, involve some form of demolition. it should. that's a health hazard man. you don't know what (else) is in poopy sewage water.

if you can't have the water turned off to do any mitigation, then you HAVE to get a specialist before we can do any restoration. if the pipe is still leaking, then mitigation work will kind of be for nothing.

if you're planning on filing any claims, do that FIRST before you call anybody. the insurance company will have a list of people to call and will tell you how to go about things so that your claim is solid. filing online is fine but it's usually a good idea to have an actual name and contact information for an adjuster (the person who'll be looking at the damage and seeing what needs to be done)

don't fret. sometimes even things I thought would be totally unsalvageable were salvageable! they have lots of tips and tricks, and the technicians and their managers are usually happy to talk about their trade with you

a lot of these technicians really do care, even if they're mostly in it for the work. so many of these guys would do this because this kind of work is pure enrichment for them, but they got families to take care of. it gets genuinely frustrating sometimes to know what work needs to be done and wanting to do so, but the insurance company won't pay out, so nothing can be done.

if your insurance company is giving you the reach-around and you think they're fucking you over, there's something called the insurance commissioner. they're who you can report insurance company fuckery to and the commissioner is usually pretty on top of it. I've seen customers be fucked over for months by their insurance company call the commissioner, and within a few hours the insurance company ~*~magically~*~ has a fire lit under their ass and just so so happy to help you out.

you get what you pay for. whether construction, mitigation, whatever. you pay for cheap mitigation work, you will get cheap results.

something you really don't want cheap results for: mitigation work

things landlords are absolutely fucking notorious for: wanting cheap mitigation work. don't listen to any stupid schpiel they give you about caring or whatever work they said they put in. sure they did pay $10k for restoration work--because it was a job worth about $20k, and they went with the rock-bottom contractor who put a half-assed half day's work in that will fall apart in a few years

fuck landlords and property managers. but you already knew that if you follow me.

Lastly, if you have time to spare and want to make a technician's day, ask them what their worst or most fun job was. they are so happy to tell you.

they have so. many. stories.

[stardropsaloongossiptrain]

Bachelor/ettes and Farm Chores

Bachelors:

Shane -- I think he's the most likely to do actual farm work, especially if you killed Morris fixed up the community center. He really loves taking care of the chickens, and remembers the ones you got from Marnie's. He also likes the other animals, and will probably spend all day with them. He'll water the crops sometimes, if it's not too hot, but will really just wonder why you don't get more sprinklers.

Alex -- Alex will also help out a lot around the farm, partially as a means of staying fit and partially to help you. He'll haul materials and supplies where you need them, and help keep the animals fed and crows chased off. Will train your pet to do tricks. This is not a farm chore, he trained Dusty.

Sam -- Mr. Sunshine will probably fall back on stuff his mom had him do around the house-- vaccuming, doing the dishes, etc. If you show him a few times how to do something, he'll put it in his routine, but will probably forget every once in a while. Undiagnosed ADHD King!

Harvey -- He has a full time job, so he doesn't have much time to help out on the farm itself. He does keep the house tidy, though, and will do the shopping for anything you don't make yourself. He is an extreme couponer and though he will never admit it misses Joja when it's gone just because of the savings. On days off, he does like to help with production stuff like making pickles or jam, and will help on harvest days if he has the time to do so.

Elliott -- He helps but it's never very structured. His writing schedule takes up a lot of time, but he does like helping with the crops. If he accidentally stays up all night working, he'll go out when the sun starts to rise to water the crops and make sure they're healthy, removing dead leaves and such. Not very helpful with the animals, he doesn't like the smell and is lowkey uncomfortable with so many animals around. Will feed/water the pet, however.

Sebastian -- Just because he's married and doesn't need to save up for Zuzu doesn't mean he stops working. He enjoys his work. He does the least around the farm, I feel. He will take care of the pet, and sometimes offer to feed the animals for you, but will probably just do a little around the house on coffee breaks. It isn't that he's lazy or anything, he just figures you know the farm better than him. Most likely to help when you're crafting stuff, he's good at machines.

Bachelorettes:

Abigail -- She's got the energy and the time, and I think without her dad and mom around she would actually want to help contribute. You aren't going to focus on everything she does wrong or nag her to help, so she actually likes to do it. Most enjoys maintaining the slime hutch if you have one, or knocking down trees for more lumber for you. Introduce her to Marlon, get her a sword, and she'll keep monsters off you while you mine. Just don't mention it to the in laws.

Leah -- When she's not focused on making her next piece, Leah likes helping around the farm. She's there every harvest, but will also keep an eye on kegs/casks/preserves for you and remind you when they're ready to turn over. Will pick an area to do work in so she can sketch it when she's finished.

Penny -- She's still pretty busy tutoring the kids, but she likes taking care of the house. She makes most of the meals and will help reset makers when she gets home in the afternoon. She might keep her own flower garden, if there's space for it.

Maru -- She's not the best at helping with actual chores, but will upgrade things for you to make life a little easier-- better sprinklers, autofeeders, automated makers. If you do really need a hand though, she will be there helping.

Emily -- Another one of those full time job havers. Emily will help out on the farm if you need her to, but she's more likely going to do house chores. Would most likely help turning over makers, if anything. She doesn't want to throw you off schedule, though, particularly if you run a big maximized farm.

Haley -- She barely cleaned the couch cushions living at home, homegirl is not gonna be the type to get her hands dirty on your behalf. The least employed woman here, the most time on her hands, the least helpful. Might eventually contribute if you asked her to, but she doesn't do much willingly. Maybe as she gets older it might change, but she's your wife and not your farmhand.

[glaciertea]

Masterlist here~

Tales the Songs Weave

Ch.1<< >>Ch.3

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a leader. A leader who doesn't let anyone or anything distract him from the tasks at hand.

He's focused, unwavering, and ruthless.

But what happens when he abruptly pulls away from his territory and wanders into an unknown playing field he hasn't faced in forever?

Many say love holds no bounds, but how much will he be willing to break for you?

Chapter 2: Everything I Touch Isn't Dark Enough...

Word count: 2.6k

CW/TW: Biting, mention of stimulants, a bit of blood

The moon illuminated the fresh, damp grass from the automated sprinklers used earlier. The peacefulness of the park as the streetlights hum, casting dimly burnt orange iridescent glows along with the gorgeous milky hue from the circle in the sky. Of course, he didn't stray too far from the beaten line. 

A place he enjoys frequenting whenever time permits such a monumental escape. Which is a particularly rare occurrence. So why was he completely apprehensive? Plainly, the habits he shaped are still intact. Now, what was the concern? 

He paused, taking in the scenic landscape. Evergreens sprinkled sparsely, bushes covered in flower buds eager to sprout. A gorgeous pond with a couple of ducks leisurely floating in it, unmindful of the world around them. 

Miguel exhaled from his nose, occupying the bench beside him. Shutting his eyes, he inclined further on the hardwood. 

Alone. Serene for the first time in forever. 

He stayed in this position for a few minutes, when a sudden urge irked him. Fluttering his eyelids open, he squinted them as a young woman's body was clenched up, her gaze glued to something.

You were seated on the bench across from him, the gravel walkway the only thing in between you two. He glanced at you as you took your attention elsewhere.

Miguel's head turns left, then right, quickly catching you staring. Startled, you overtly abandoned the prolonged observation. He furrows his brows, genuinely perplexed at what was confiding you to be so engrossed with him.

…

Shit.

He was still in his gear. He utterly omitted the fact that he didn't discard his suit; he was so far gone inside his own mind that it slipped. 

His claws dug into the wooden grain, leaving trails of anguish behind.

Eyesight once again held. You tilted your face some. Miguel's heart pounded all over. Your hand inched until you were pointing at yourself. From what he perceived (and easily saw), it was your iris.

Your mouth moved.

“Crimson?”

They must have been bloodshot due to the unrequited nerves oozing throughout his system. His heart thumped in his ears. This random stranger had a face to the one wearing the superhero get-up. Luckily, it's a profile without a name, so he got fortunate in that aspect.

Miguel debated if the smart idea was to aimlessly roam away or convince you it was some lame costume, as he was a fan.

His ego selected the first option. He stood, ready to escape, until you mirrored him. Miguel gave a narrowed glare, as you appeared just as befuddled. 

Holding your hands up, you audibly apologized. A few seconds went by as neither one of you moved from your respective spots.

This was becoming ridiculous. 

Miguel shifted in the opposite direction, his mask materializing, when a third person stumbled near you. 

Miguel froze, eyeing the display for a split second. You seemed engaged in a friendly conversation, so Miguel chalked it up to a friend of yours you were probably awaiting. 

Deciding to continue on with his life, a sharp voice screeched, slowing him in his tracks. 

You were gripping the other person's wrists as a knife was near your chest. Even if it was nightfall, Miguel noticed the heightened fear radiating from your face. Leaping into action, he slung his body on the mugger, arms securely wrapped around their chest and neck, attempting to disarm the lunatic.

The individual slashed, slurring on about money. You tumbled backwards on the damp grass as you witnessed Spider-Man struggle to detain whoever this was. 

“¡Oye! Calm down!” Miguel commanded, but they didn't listen. 

Instead, they stomped on Miguel's left foot, causing a concerning crunch. He staggered on the gravel, clutching it, and a slew of curses fell from his lips as the deranged lunatic lunged at the helpless woman with the sharp object.

A shriek failed to slip, as your brain didn't process any of what transpired in the split second.

The individual's arm raised, ready to take you out, until the weapon tumbled on the soil beside you. What seemed to be a woman's face, who had consumed one too many substances, was mere inches from yours.

Eyes enlarged, mouth stuck in a perpetual ‘O’ shape as Spider-Man's teeth were penetrating profoundly on the crook of her neck.

The moon shone as you regarded the blood dripping from the doped lady's skin as he rooted himself more until he yanked away. The attacker slumped over, stunned and barely stirring. Your broadened eyes cast from the possible corpse to Spider-Man.

His ruby-red irises gleamed, blazing under the ivory luminosity. His mouth was covered in the assaulter's claret fluid as he heaved tirelessly.

His shoulders moved in a steady pattern, along with his breathing. His arms outstretched on either side of the mugger and your spooked body as Miguel desperately attempted to placid himself.

When he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. His disjointed awareness snapped him out of whatever state he was locked in as he realized what he just did. 

“I-is she dead?” You mumbled, swallowing a petrified gulp.

He screwed up. He immensely fucked up. 

“Ay coño. No, no, she's just paralyzed. Non-lethal venom.”

You just bob your head, as you didn't know rather to dash in fear, cower in terror, or continue being trapped in this position. 

The last option stuck.

“Spiders have fangs, correct?” Your pointer finger was shakily raised, signifying the glint from his pearly, razor-sharp canines. 

“I-I don't know.” Please don't run. Please don't panic. Understand that he was only trying to protect you. 

“No, no, it's okay; I think most do.” You took a few more swallows of air, swaying your head from side to side and soothing your nerves. “Are you okay?”

That caught him off guard. He still tasted the saltiness of the blood before wiping it on his digital sleeve. 

“I… you… yes. I'm fine.” He pushed himself on his knees, claws sliding through his scalp, disoriented.

“Good, I'm glad. Are you hurt?” You sprawled your legs away from the two, rubbing them to make sure they had any sort of stimulation. 

“What?” Miguel twisted his head. You're not sprinting. You didn't completely recoil. You asked if he was okay. 

“Are you hurt? I saw that she stepped on your foot pretty badly.”

“No, I'll be okay; it'll heal itself.”

“Th-that's really good to hear. Um, how exactly long will she be in this state?”

He blinked. “Maybe thirty minutes? An hour? I injected a decent amount.”

“Enough time for me to escape then.” You chuckled, rubbing your temples, loosening any stress.

Miguel mounted to his feet, ignoring the throbbing ache in his cranium and toes.

“Oh, thank you for that. I didn't mean to cause any concerns.” Following suit, you took to your knees, hoisting your feet to the ground that abruptly appeared uneven. 

“Whoa, hey, ten cuidados ahora.” He instinctively held his hands out to help stabilize you. 

“I got it! I got it, thank you. Hey, can I trouble you for a bit longer?” You rounded to fully get a better sense of him. He towered over you, but it was oddly comforting.

Miguel wasn't expecting this. You were keenly aware of what he was capable of. 

Yes, he is a Spider-Man, but usually he strives to stay away from the public eye. So whenever a citizen snags a glimpse of him in action, they scamper or shrink in uneasiness. It ends up with him wondering if they even depict him as a good guy, even though he is sure he is. He is. 

“Uh, sure.”

“Could you walk home with me? I don't know if I feel comfortable by myself with the–you know.” You gestured to the temporarily frozen criminal.

“Are you sure?”

He wasn't one to usually try to deny a request for a civilian, yet his current appearance would likely turn them away.

“You just saved me from being minced meat; I'm a hundred percent sure I trust you.” You swiftly look down, then back up. "Do we leave them or–?”

Miguel yanked the body and lurched it over his shoulder like a burlap sack full of feathers. He handled the knife with care, shoving it in the attacker's coat pocket.

“That could also work.”

You both shuffled on the vacant sidewalk of the city, a few words sprinkled here and there between the two of you, but mostly lulling ambience from the streets. 

At one point, a detour was made to the nearest police station as Miguel dumped the body by the entrance, until you suggested that wouldn't elicit the best of responses from the cops or any bystanders that caught wind of Spider-Man discarding an immobile body near a soliciting facility full of on-duty policemen.

So you waltzed in for him, explaining the ordeal to an officer behind the desk so no problems would arise in the near future. You also provided your phone number, just in case.

You continued on halfway as you keenly observed Miguel groping the side of his head periodically. 

“Is everything alright?”

Jutting him from his thoughts, he squinted in your direction. 

“You keep grabbing at your head, so I'm just checking in.” You poked at your own skull before lowering your hand stiffly.

“No te preocupes por eso, I'm good.” He winced under each streetlamp they crossed beneath.

He recognized the problem earlier in the aggressive ordeal. Whatever narcotics the lady was consuming was evidently still streaming within her system, so now he's experiencing the aftereffects. As long as he could withstand the sensation for the rest of the time until you were secured at your destination, he would be home-free.

And as if on cue by some cruel fate, the throbbing worsened. Intensifying dreadfully. 

Violently, he hurled his frame at a wall, claws agonizingly clenched into the bricked foundation as his entire body felt as if he were bathing in scalding water. 

“Whoa, hey! Spider-Man, are you oka-”

“Leave me.” Miguel thunderously roared as you yelped at the sudden agitation from the hero.

Miguel prayed that you would turn a blind eye and sprint far away back to your place. But to his dismay, you hovered, hands held out in front as if calming a wild beast. A soft expression is presented on your face.

“Wha–no! I'm not abandoning someone who is in clear pain!” You gradually stepped near him, mindfully maintaining your distance to allow him space to breathe. 

That wasn't the response he hoped for. 

His ferociously agitated glower didn't even seem to phase you as you controlled your composure.

“I. Said. Leave.” He commanded in a now-threatening tone, his talons out in a balled fist before ramming it in the hard surface, leaving an impressive indent. 

Surely, surely, that comeuppance would have made it abundantly clear for you to flee, but still, you didn't budge.

“I'm. Not. Leaving. You.”

A drop of sweat slid down your cheek. He was foreboding, someone who could simply rip you in two with quite ease. But, from your view, he was a tattered man in obvious distress.

The drugs slammed into Miguel's internal systems, causing him to collapse. Whatever it was, that woman must have had a copious load, and it wasn't agreeing with him. 

Dissipating his mask, he dug his claws into his scalp, wobbling onto his knees. His breathing was unsteady and inconsistent, as he was pooling in sweat.

You panic for a few seconds until a twitch of a grin snuck its way on your face. You two were adjacent to your apartments. 

“Well, lady luck bestowed her grace on us!” You scampered over to Miguel, who once again attempted to hiss, expecting to spook you away, but there was still not a single shift in your demeanor. 

“Oh God, you weigh a lot.”

You huffed and grappled an arm around his neck and one for the waist, endeavoring to hoist him on his feet.

“You gotta work with me! I know you're in pain, but we don't have far to go!” You exclaim, hooking his limb around your neck and repositioning your bodies for an easier hold. 

Miguel concluded you weren't quitting, so with the last bit of energy, he steadied himself on your frame as you began to repeat ‘one and two’ to help align your steps. The excessive weight strained you, but you sucked up any and all complaints, putting in your best efforts to get you both into your apartment. 

Nearly fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of near tumbles, close calls, and pausing for him to recover.

When you both bumbled to the door, you struggled a few times with the key until finally succeeding, making the way into your bedroom, where Miguel was flung onto your full twin-sized bed.

Miguel heaved and gasped out, dissolving more of his suit until only the bottom half remained. 

You were a matted mess. Wheezing out as nearly most of your stamina was depleted. 

Though there was no time. 

Shuffling to your closest, you snatched a few rags and towels, running them over cool water and making your way back towards the gigantic man.

You laid them all over his torso and forehead, hoping they'd subdue any heat he was suffering. Rushing out of the room, you return with an iced glass of water, back on his side.

“This should hopefully help.”

Climbing onto your bed, you lifted his head carefully and placed it on your lap. Miguel groaned from his chest as you raised the cup to his mouth.

Miguel drank the liquid greedily, as if he had wandered the Sahara desert for months, severely parched. Some of the contents spilled over his chest and neck, occasionally a bit getting on your jeans, but you didn't complain.

You repeated these notions. Re-soaking the rags, refilling the glass until the transparent beverage left trails of droplets leading from the kitchen to the bed. This proceeded for nearly an hour until he was finally moderately stable.

You set what seemed to be the twelfth ice cold water down on your bedside table. 

“How are you feeling?” You rested on your knees, propping your elbows up on the mattress, replacing the warm cloth with a cooler one. 

“Stimulants… too much. Body, my body needs, needs…” And with that, Miguel passed out. 

You halted and clenched onto the damp rag.

“I think you needed sleep.” You whispered to yourself, putting the rag next to the drink. 

Flopping on the side of your bed frame, you released an exasperated whine as the events from earlier snuck up on you. 

Eventful was one way of defining it. 

Slapping your cheeks a couple times, you decided to partake in studying exactly who was residing on your bed. 

Peeking up, you took note of exactly how huge he was. Rippling muscles on every inch of his body. His large chest was fairly hairy. Curly dark brown, just like the thicker, more luscious ones on his head. 

And you couldn't deny that he was a handsome man. 

Beautiful, captivating even. Prominent cheekbones, slighted, parted lips plump, somewhat chapped. His jaw clamped firmly. You reached to touch the side of it but hesitated, not wanting to endure the repercussions. So, you decided to just continue surveying with your eyes. 

You noticed the plentiful stress lines canvassing across his forehead and along the sides. Being a hero can surely hinder anyone. 

After thoroughly conducting your study, you came to the final result. There's a gorgeous, chiseled sculpture of a man, who also happens to be the protector of Nueva York, laying exhaustively dormant on your springy mattress. 

And who says Wednesdays are mundane days?

Glancing at your alarm, it read in bright green that it was a quarter past three. Thankfully, you had the day off.

Changing the lukewarm towels for the last time, you gathered some blankets and made a makeshift bed on your living room couch, conking out yourself. 

Was this the smartest idea to doze off with Spider-Man under the same roof as you? Maybe, maybe not, but you would face the wrath later on.