#been working on the nylon bundle for OF! there’s this and a lot more!

[toadallytickles]

I’ll hold them back so you can tickle them~!

#mostly sharing this one solo because I think I look really cute in it~ #been working on the nylon bundle for OF! there’s this and a lot more! #this is kinda a teaser/hint for the next Tumblr gifset~ #also I just get too hyper sharing content I JUST HAVE TO SHARE IF I HAVE IT lol #my posts #toadpic #irl gif #feet #nylon #stockings #tickle community #tickles #gif

[foodieforthoughts]

Imagine Henry coming back home sexually frustrated because he shot a sex scene that day and all he could think about was you

Oooffff this was interesting to write! Thank you anon bean for the request. It turned out to be longer than I expected 👀😅

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language

A/N: I had so much fun writing all the requests but they are now closed. I have a lot on my plate right now and I don't want to disappoint with mediocre work. Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests and reading my work, I love you all. The pending ones will be answered soon. 😊♥️

Title: Hello, Sailor

You were singing to yourself while taking a shower completely oblivious to the other occupant of the house sneaking into the bedroom. You nearly shrieked when you stepped out of the bathroom to find Henry sitting on the edge of the bed. Your husband had a tight lipped smile on his face, dressed in all white with a sailor's cap perched on his head.

"Well, hello, sailor." You wrapped the towel over your body. Droplets of water dripping from your hair and travelling down your arms; Henry's gaze following the trail of hydrous beads with his smile turning into a leer. "You weren't suppose to be home yet."

With a smirk Henry stood up, bringing his eyes to refocus on your face. "Yeah, I excused myself."

Extending his arm to grab onto yours, Henry pulled you to him in one swift move. You yelped when you crashed against his hard chest, your arms flailing to grab onto his strong biceps for support. You gasped as Henry's hardening bulge rubbed against your abdomen.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, puzzled but also slightly aroused by his dominion.

Licking his lips slowly while his lustful gaze bore into you, Henry pulled the towel loose from your body. The fluffy piece of cloth fell down on the carpeted floor, pooling in a heap on your feet.

"I had to shoot a sex scene today." He grazed his nimble fingers over your skin, running his hand down your arm. "And all I could keep thinking about was you."

"I'm flattered." You tried to pull away but Henry held you tighter against him, his hand squeezing your butt while the other travelled down to rest under your breast. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan when Henry ran his thumb over your exposed nipple.

"Do you want to tell me how the scene progressed?" You breathed, your chest heaving as your pulse drummed in your ears, tingling moisture beginning to pool between your thighs.

"Better yet, I'll show you." Henry offered and before you could squeak out a word, he turned you around and pushed you down on the bed. You fell on the soft mattress, your thighs held apart by Henry's wide frame crawling in between them. His eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide as he climbed on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered close when he kissed his way up from your waist, leaving lingering impressions of his lips and sucking on the juncture of your neck, making you buck your hips to gain friction where it was needed. He brought your hands up over your head, holding them by the wrist until you felt the coarse nylon texture of the binds digging into your skin.

"What the-" You opened your eyes in surprise and craned your neck to see that Henry had indeed tied your hands with a rope. You tugged at the restraining line, listening to the faint sound of the bed post creaking with your force. Bringing your gaze back to your husband who had climbed off the bed and was hurriedly discarding his clothes, you stared at him waiting for an explanation.

"What sort of movie are you filming? Sailor porn?"

Henry chuckled, pulling the last piece of clothing down, freeing his cock which stood erect and proud. You gulped, momentarily mesmerized by the thickness even though it wasn't your first time seeing it, wondering how did your body accommodate his massive size.

"I improvised, I'm an actor. There were no ropes." Lying on top of you, caging your body with his legs on either side, Henry brought his face close to yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, taking in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity, awakening your inclination to be controlled and destroyed. You were about to speak when he placed his hand over your mouth, stopping you from saying something witty in response. "She didn't speak. Can you follow that?" Henry questioned, his voice dropping down an octave, the husky undertone spreading sparks of electricity throughout your body.

You nodded, wriggling under him to pull his attention to your aching center. His heavy cock rested on your abdomen, veiny topography of his phallus rubbing against the sensitive skin of your belly. Your drenched hair was beginning to soak the bedsheet, making you shiver under the dampness although it might have not been the only reason why your arms were now covered with goosebumps.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Henry wiped his thumb over your parted lips, nudging it inside your warm cavern. You gladly sucked at his digit, moaning as he twisted it inside your mouth, running your tongue over his finger. Your thighs clenched when his other hand rubbed at the outside of your thigh, making it's way to your mound. Henry kissed his way down from your neck, stopping to suckle at the top of your breasts, marking you as his. You whimpered as he spread your legs apart, bringing his fingers to tease your dripping folds, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves.

You were completely at his mercy, trying to pull at the restrains, wanting to touch him. Sucking in a ragged breath, you closed your eyes as at the same time Henry took your aching nipple in his mouth and inserted a long finger inside your cunt. Your toes curled, gasps leaving your lips when he flicked your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to stretch your pussy.

"Henry," you moaned his name, jerking up when he nipped at your nipple. "Oh God." You repeatedly called out, feeling the coiling at the pit of your belly as his fingers curled inside you, rubbing against the erogenous spot over and over again.

You gasped for air, taking in shallow breaths, as your heart raced in your chest. Henry placed his hand over your cheeks, caressing your skin while performing exploitative ministrations over your body. You strained against the ropes, rutting your pelvis against his hand as your orgasm ripped through your body like a thunder strike.

You were trying to regain your breath, think above the haze in your mind and get your thumping heart to calm down, when Henry unceremoniously flipped you over on your belly. The rope dug into your wrist but you were busy trying to make sense of what was happening when Henry pulled you up on your knees, jutting your ass in the air and positioned himself behind you, lining the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Henry," you tried to look behind at him, but the cord and his large hands holding your waist bound you to your place. "Please-" You couldn't even complete the sentence as Henry plunged his throbbing cock inside your welcoming cunt, thrusting until you were stretched and his bulbous head rubbed at the apex of your womb. He bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he pulled out before ramming back in.

"Are you loving that?" He rasped near your ear, bringing his hand to rest under your jaw and turning you face to look upwards. "Exactly like I fucked the wench in that scene."

"Fuck, Henry." You cried, the sensations and the situation overpowering you. You pushed against his hip as the familiar coiling in your belly returned, ready to snap as he hammered his way to reach his high. Your eyes widened when his hand snaked its way to your clit, circling the nub and pushing you to your imminent climax. With quivering thighs and a scream, you came over his dick grabbing onto the rope as tidal waves of ecstasy washed over you. With a loud groan, Henry dug his fingers in your skin, shooting his thick warm seed inside you, continually saying your name as the remnant of his load emptied within you.

Struggling to catch your breath, both of you laid on the soaked mattress, with sweat slicked skin and trembling muscles. Henry kissed your back as he rolled over you, lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow! That was something, wasn't it?" He asked between gulps of breaths.

Turning your head to look at him, you nodded. "Exactly how many sex scenes does this movie have?" You teased, weakly nudging him with your knee.

"A couple more I guess." He winked back, lying on his side to face you.

"Next time maybe a heads up?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, mischievous grin on your face. "Never thought I would pitch in the idea of role play and the universe would grant me with a sailor sex scene."

Sitting up and untying your hands, Henry chuckled. "Actually, my character is about to become the Captain soon."

"Oh mama. Drop your anchor in my lagoon again, Captain." You laughed as Henry shook his head and snorted as you continued throwing horrendously funny pick up lines one after the other before pulling you towards the bathroom for a warm shower.

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[babblydrabbly]

Trust Me Pt. 3 (Rick Flag x Reader)

[Gif]

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, Mentions of Amanda Waller

Rating: General

Word Count: 1k+

Warning(s): Language, mentions of blood, wound dressing?

Summary: Rick takes you home. The two of you have a late night chat. Part 3/?

A/N: Pt. (1)(2)

Taglist: @rrtxcmt​ @to-be-or-not-to-be-2021

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“[Y/n]?” 

You heard your first name, which must have been the tinnitus— Because it was Rick Flag’s voice saying it. You opened your eyes.

Rick was offering you an arm. 

He helped you out of the car by your uninjured hand, your bag already slung across his chest again. When had he gotten out? When had you gotten home?

And as if up was down— as if world order was inverted— you willingly tell him the code to your building’s front door. Then which floor number to jab in the elevator. You didn’t even object when he rummaged through the outer pocket of your bag and found your key ring himself. You communicated all these things with few words; An understanding somehow passing that he’d make sure you’re settled in before he finally gets out of your hair.

Eventually, you're on your own living room couch— and Colonel Rick Flag is seated there beside you. You winced away from the damp gauze pad he tries to press to your temple gingerly again. 

“Flag,” You grumbled, batting his hand away. “It’s fine already.”

He scoffed. You were so damn stubborn. Even lying there, practically boneless, you gave him shit as he tried to concentrate, a pair of tweezers to your head. “You’ve got a suture... stickin’ out of your face...” You winced again at the sudden, sharp pain of Rick pulling the useless piece of nylon from your cut. 

“Lucky for you, looks like the rest of it’ll close up just fine.”

You were resting your head on the back of the couch, half turned away from the man’s scrutiny. Sitting next to you, he took up most of the tiny piece of furniture. Granted, it was meant for two people, but with Rick’s stature it became a tight squeeze. Rick tossed the pair of tweezers and gauze onto the towel laid out on the coffee table. 

“How do I look?” You sighed. 

“Honestly,” He mulled it over with a pause, “You look like shit.”

You stared at him. A small smile suddenly quirked his lips, and instead of rising to the bait, you mimicked the expression, chuckling a little. Rick rewards you with a full blown grin. 

“Not bad, [L/n].” He said. About what? How you’d heal up in no time? How you handled Waller’s tyranny like a champ? All of it, he supposed. Rick reclined back on the couch with you, his gaze on a stain smeared across his knuckle. Some of your blood. Spilt for him. He wiped it away idly.

“Thanks a lot.” You batted at his hand lightly again while its propped up there between the two of you. Rick curled it into a weak fist, flexing the tendons up his arm in thought. Your thank you hangs there, your eyes drifting close as the seconds passed.

Rick inhaled before speaking, “D’you remember—” 

You opened your eyes. You waited for him. The only sound in the apartment a clock hanging above your television and the murmur of distant cars passing outside the window. 

Rick’s hand dropped and you watch him shake his head. He scrubbed at his eye tiredly. 

“Nah. Let me get going. I’m already wasting your week off.” 

“Remember what?” You frowned. 

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, as he tended to do instead of looking at you. He’d done it in meetings, in planes— He even did it in front of a campfire once during your second mission in a fucking forest— as you argued over strategy. You learned quickly during your observation of Rick Flag that he didn’t hide his tells of agitation very well— Least of all when it concerned you.

So you eased off. Relented for the night. He was right, it was already tomorrow, wasn’t it?

You’re pulled from your thoughts when a deep sound escapes Rick— It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him yawn, and you watched him stifle it embarrassingly behind a closed fist. He blinked, glancing down at the black watch around his wrist.

“You need some sleep too, Flag.” You said gently. Then, less gently, “...Or a power outlet.”

He snorted. Bundling up the towel on the coffee table, he peeled himself off the couch. 

“USB port?” You called after him. He crossed your small apartment over to the kitchen area, dumping all the used bandages and wrappers into the trash. You drifted again, listened to the sink running, a dish towel plopping back down onto the counter. 

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Rick called by the front door, and your eyes shot open.

“Wait,” You said, hurrying to get up. Rick turned around. Your front door was already halfway open. You took the handle from him and let him move into the doorframe as he looked at you curiously. 

“Yeah, [L/n]?” Disappointment flashed across your face. You had liked the sound of your first name leaving his lips. But maybe the world wasn’t completely upside down, then. 

Speaking of lips, your eyes darted to the line pressed across Rick’s, his brows pinching together as he waited for you to say what you had to say. What could you say to thank him, to explain that you understood that things were different between the two of you now?

Waller’s lecture had been a refresher in your mission statement — You worked for her, not with him. Not really. Your aid could facilitate the suicide squad in a limited capacity, but Waller had no real use for your skills with you dead. As she gave you your debrief and let the door hit you on the way out tonight, you knew that from now on, you weren’t going to just stand there and let things happen to Rick Flag in the field— not if you could ever help it again. 

“[Y/n]?” Rick murmured. His eyes tried to discern the puzzling look on your face. You didn’t have the energy to say it all to him now. 

So instead, you placed a gentle hand on Rick’s arm, pushing yourself up to close the gap between the two of you, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“What—” He startled; Rick turned his head. You gasped when your lips met in an unexpected peck. 

You reeled. He reeled. “Oh— fuck, sorry I just—” You stuttered.

Rick blinked down at you, looking stunned.

Then— after a moment’s hesitation— he leaned down, his lips hovering over yours before giving you a careful kiss in return. Your eyes fluttered, closing. Seconds passed —You felt Rick move his lips against yours, persuading you wordlessly to return the gesture, so you do. You stayed like that— your hands to yourselves— the only connection passing between you in that same soft breath.

Rick pulled away abruptly. “Right.”

“—Yeah.”

“I’ll— get goin’ then.”

“Okay.” 

Colonel Rick Flag backed out into your hallway, his shoulder bumping into the frame on his way out. “I— I’ll see you next week. Maybe.” He conceded, walking away.

“See you, yeah.” 

You let him quickly disappear down the hall before shutting the door, more addled and dizzy tonight than ever.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag x you #rick flag fanfiction #dceu fanfiction #the suicide squad fanfiction #bruh is Joel kinnaman's nose ever not broken in altered carbon #every gif I find - sexy - but bloody lmao #genius reader strikes again :)

[heresathreebee]

Wearing THAT

[Dewey Finn X Female Reader]

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You have a really hard time saying exactly what you want... Masterlist Next

Word count: 3.1k words (no beta) 

Warning(s): 17+ | teasing, lots of teasing and boners, lap sitting, near nudity, touching

AN: only Thots here, thots about Dewey Finn also is Ned British? He's British in my head

This was some sort of test. It had to be. God was testing him through you and you were not playing fair. It’s a costume party not a competition, you pompous little sycophant. And yet he can’t help but tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not even anywhere near his throat but why else would he feel so constricted? It’s certainly not because of you…

You walked into his shared apartment wearing that and you had no idea the effect it had on him. 

Dewey watches you sling an arm around Ned and kiss Patty’s cheek in greeting. “Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me, I’ve been dying to put this on.” 

“Oh you look lovely,” Patty coos. She plucks at one of the plastic leaves on your corset. “Did you make this?! It’s so intricate.” 

You bark out a laugh. “Oh hell no! I have this cousin, right? And him and his fiancé own this shop where they make costumes for movies and theatre and if you pay ‘em right, ‘personal use.’ And they don’t ask questions what ain’t their business either.” 

“Well, I’m sold.” Ned raises his beer for a toast and Patty clinks it with her bottle of mysterious green juice. “Prost! What’s the name of the shop? Wanna see if they’re online– you know, for... support.” 

“Ned,” Patty swatted his empty hand (no need to be shy, we already know they’re freaky). 

You pat your friends on their backs and take a step towards the kitchen. “Gonna get myself a beer.” 

“Oh honey you don’t have to do that. Dewey!” The man in question nearly covered himself in his own drink when he heard his name. “Be a good host and get this lady her beer!” 

“Yes captain,” Dewey salutes and Patty can do nothing but glare in her Star Trek yellow shirt costume. Original series, of course, nothing but the best for Patricia Di Marco. 

Dewey takes a hold of the moment he has his back to you to take deep, calming breaths. He will not let this be the end of him. Your friendship means so much more to him than that and a little fancy green corset was not going to make him fuck things up with you. 

He’s ready for you when he hands you your beer. Your one arm hug is appreciated because he’s sporting a bit of wood and he’d hate to find out your corset isn’t thick enough to hide it– or god forbid you feel him on your thigh. And god, your thighs… those sheer green nylon tights were doing unspeakable things to him. Maybe if he kept you close and kept your legs out of his peripherals he could make it through the night without embarrassing himself. 

Or maybe not. 

“Are yoooouuu a college student?,” you ask and point at his inconspicuous clothes. 

“Actually– ” he opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal another shirt with a superman logo on it and buttons it back up clumsily as you laugh. “Ssshhh! Don’t tell anybody. Protect my secret.” 

“Of course,” you giggle. God you feel good hanging off him– usually he loves how physical you are but he has to figure out a way to keep his distance without offending you and quickly. “You like mine?” 

The way you pick up a thick swirling red lock and direct his attention to the very thing he’s trying not to look at is killing him. Of course you look even better up close. The leaves of your corset give the thing depth and texture, your gloves are fingerless and go over your elbows, and your heels are high, like make- him- feel- his- below- average- height high. 

“I like these.” Dewey plucks at the ring of leaves at the top of your gloves. It’s a way to keep his mind off your everything else. “Did you dye your hair?” 

“It’s a wig.” You tug on the top and then the bottom, wincing a little. “Sew in, so don’t go snatch it.” 

“I would never!” 

“Poison Ivy, eh? Think that’s one of Dewey’s favorites,” Ned blabs. 

Dewey sends him a death glare so powerful Ned chokes on his beer but you’re looking at your Spock-dressed friend so you can’t see it. 

“Oh, really?” You return your gaze to Dewey and say, “well you must be loving this, then.” 

Dewey swallows. No words come to him and there is nothing to stop the awkward silence that follows. You appear unbothered by it, maintaining eye contact as you smile almost knowingly… 

“We should play twister,” he says with the most unsure voice ever. 

“We don’t even have twister,” Patty mumbled. “Come on, there are like twenty other games setup, let’s play!” 

~

Dewey gives it a minute and when he’s free from you, he catches Ned by his pointy green ear and drags him into the hall. “Hey? What the fuck are you doing?” 

“Whah– what are you talking about?” Ned slaps at the hand fisted in his shirt but Dewey doesn’t budge. 

“You can’t just go telling people I’m into them, dude! Do you know how close you came to giving me away?!”

Ned scoffed. “Her? I hardly think she’s ignorant to your feelings, you’re not like that Steven from Austin fellow.” 

“– Are you talking about stone cold Steve Austin?"Dewey buries his face in his hands- "It’s his last name, not his birthplace–” 

“And besides…” Ned peeks around the corner to see you in the middle of some sort of posing game. Everybody's trying to take the form of some sort of vehicle, and you've got Chloe in a headlock and Vance's leg in the other hand. Ned never got to finish his thought because someone dropped a huge bowl of popcorn and that too became a game of ‘how many can you eat off the floor before Patty cleans it up.’ Ned’s got to help and he’s got to help now. 

Dewey finds himself on the couch with his fifth beer of the evening. Vance, Jeremiah, and Chloe are talking baseball stats when suddenly Dewey’s vision is filled with green and red just before you sit down. Right between his legs. He unconsciously scoots up to make room for you and before he catches on to your game, you nestle into his space by the arm of the couch and sling your legs across his like you belong there. 

Ok, something is definitely up with you. 

Would he describe you as cuddly? A little. Perhaps a more appropriate word would be… hands on. Long before he started wanting more than friendship with you, you two were always just touching. Your presence and your love language was physical. Dewey never felt like you were invading his personal space or overstepping his boundaries because he simply had none with you and the feeling was mutual. But this was something else. Something that wasn’t there before. 

Was it him? Was he fucking up his perfectly in sync companionship with you because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or (his heart for that matter)? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you closer or push you flat on your ass right now. 

You were listening to Chloe chew Vance out for hating Gritty the mascot when you felt Dewey plant a hand on your forehead. “Hey, are you feeling ok?” 

You gently shake him off and raise a single eyebrow. He seems serious, his voice gone all soft and making you feel gooey inside. 

“You just seem… I dunno,” he fumbles, “do you want me to take you home after this?”

Hellooooo opening! “Actually, can I stay here tonight?” 

“Yeah, of course.” Fuck, who said that? Dewey? Ah, shit… 

 “Thanks,” oh oh you should not be rubbing his thigh right now… “I think I’ll go change here in a minute.”

Oh please do, please please puh-leeaaase–  

~

After a brilliant movie drinking game (which Dewey tapped out of), the crowd began to disband. 24 became 20, then 18, then 12. You went out to your car to grab your overnight stuff and Dewey was hoping for a brief reprieve from the assault of your visage. He just needed a few more people to leave so he can sequester himself and rub one out– you know, get his head straight. Ever since you left his lap he’s been rock hard, there’s not enough blood flowing to his brain. The guest count is down to 3– 2 with you in your car, and he can’t wait anymore. 

Dewey slipped into the only bathroom in the house and prayed to god nobody noticed him. He barely got his hand wrapped around his shaft when Patty’s fist banged on the door demanding he help clean up. Sulking and agitated, Dewey managed to calm down while cleaning up red solo cups, glass beer bottles, cans, and small pocket sized objects that would need to be returned to the guests after their hangovers subsided (no keys, thankfully, everybody’s got a DD). His “predicament’ is nearly forgotten when you finally return with a bundle of clothes, disappear into the bathroom and reemerge in loose sleepwear with your makeup wiped clean and uh… braless. 

You catch him looking. Dewey– surprisingly sober after he gave up drinking half way through his sixth beer– does nothing short of raise a slightly irritated eyebrow at you. “Cold in here, huh?” 

“Shut up. You know how uncomfortable it is to sleep in a bra?” 

You help him collect a couple bottles that rolled under the couch and walk with him down to Ned’s car. Patty would sort the recyclables from the trash in the morning (late morning, she did a couple rounds of tequila shots thanks to you). It’s almost like the party never happened; you’re shooting the shit again and everything is right in the world. He’s got no ulterior reaction to putting a hand on your hip– that’s just a normal thing in your perfectly platonic relationship. God, he really must have been imagining things, he was beginning to think you were actually trying to flirt with him! 

Ned’s bent over the kitchen sink with Patty and holding her hair back. He looks up as you enter the apartment and shakes his head. You and Dewey make yourself scarce by slipping into the shared bathroom to hide. You try to giggle quietly as Dewey surveys the skincare products you covered the counter with. He points to your head and asks, “you wearing that to bed?” 

“It’s sewed in, I’m not taking this off for three weeks at least,” you answer. “Get my money’s worth. I can work it like my natural hair.” 

Dewey nods. You rub your arm nervously and look for something to say, something to circle back to the whole point of showing up looking like a sexed up goddess. What do guys like? Girls wearing their clothes, right? But you need to phrase it perfectly… 

“Dewey?” He looks up from the scrubby lip balm in his hands. “I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet and it… it is a little chilly in your place. Can I wear your jacket?” 

Just to bring your meaning home, you tug on his sleeve– the very jacket on his back. You don’t want just any jacket, you want that one, already warm and scented by him. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance past you like he was reluctant to comply. And yet… 

“Yeah, here.” He slips out of it with ease and drapes it over your shoulders. You miss the sigh of relief he makes when you pull the zipper closed and obscure your pebbling nipples. “Think I’m gonna go help Ned put Patty to bed.” 

Ned was a scrawny little thing and couldn’t carry her by himself, and she needed to be carried. Competitive by nature, it’s easy to talk her into virtually anything, especially if it feels like girl time. You need Patty in a deep sleep for your plans tonight (sorry not sorry). Dewey’s very sexy as he bears most of Patty’s weight. She’s clinging to Ned, arms around his neck and babbling incoherently while Dewey’s got an arm around her waist and legs, keeping Ned on his feet. You skirt ahead of them and open the bedroom door, help pull her shoes off, her captain insignia, her earrings, you even wipe the spit from her lips and the eyeliner smeared on her cheek. 

“You’re my favorite ever,” she whimpers, “I love you so much, you’re like my best friend ever…” 

You shush her gently. “You say that about everybody when you’re drunk, baby. I promise I’ll make you a fat breakfast in the morning but you gotta go to sleep now, OK?” 

Patty nods. She snuggles into her pillow just as Ned is taking up position as the big spoon when she looks back up at you and asks, “can we go for a run together?” 

You blink evenly. “Yes.” You already regret it as she smiles big and wide. It would be just your luck this is the one thing she doesn't forget in the morning.

Finally it's just you and Dewey in the hallway. It feels like you're standing between two choices: his open bedroom door and the living room. But it seems like only you can feel the weight of it. 

"Are you sure you want to stay over?," Dewey asks, "you can use my bed." 

You perk up out of your heavy mood. "Really?" 

"Yeah, I'll take the couch tonight." 

He can't possibly miss the way you instantly deflate but he's still not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "Dewey. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room." 

He shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll grab a few blankets." 

There's a storage closet in the main building with this one extra soft blanket that Dewey knows you'll love. You on the other hand have got no more patience left. Once the man leaves, you stomp your foot and decide to try one final act.

Dewey returns to the apartment to find an empty, quiet living room. Ned and Patty are in bed, but where are you? He wanders past the bathroom door because it's dark inside and checks his room. There you are reclining on his bed. He could have sworn you were wearing pants before but your legs are bare and his jacket hugs the tops of your thighs. He also could have sworn you were wearing a shirt. He finds both items folded neatly beside you with your underwear right on top. 

Oh…

This cannot be happening right now. He just survived tonight by the skin of his teeth and now you were doing this to him. He’s going to pull his hair out, going to scream, it’s so frustrating because he can’t just ask you what you want– you’ll turn the question back on him and he’ll fuck it up. He lets the blanket fall from his grip and with a heavy sigh he whispers in a weak voice, “straight answers only. What are you doing to me? Why you doin’ this?” 

You cock your head and answer leisurely, your eye drifting across the items in his room. “You know that’s not how I roll, but if you want me to address the elephant in the room: I'm naked in your bed right now." 

Against his better judgement, Dewey moves closer. "I can see that." 

One step closer and your eyes find him again. Like an invitation you lean back more, even uncross your legs but go no further. Dewey swallows his tongue and waits for you to elaborate and every second is agonizingly slow. 

"You think you can just walk around here with your pretty face and cocky little attitude like it’s nothing,” you said accusingly. 

Dewey glared at you. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.” 

“Well we're in agreement then,” you’re almost sneering at him, but he knows it’s because you’re really frustrated with yourself, “I look and I touch and I feel but I don’t know, you know?” 

“Not a clue,” he sighs and sits himself beside you. He’s done trying to keep his distance. “Let’s go back to you being naked in my bed.” 

“Do you like it?” 

“Do I like it?,” he repeats incredulously. Dewey leans back on his elbow to look you over from top to bottom. You look damn good in nothing but his jacket. You’ve got the long ends of your red hair in braids that sweep down to your navel. The zipper rests tantalizingly right below your ribcage. Dewey dares to reach out a mollifying hand and give a tiny stroke to that silver keeper. He cannot bring himself to speak above a whisper as he nods, “yeah, I… I like it.” 

The tension leaves your shoulders and you wear a small grin. “It’s not too late to take it back. Say no, and I’ll put my clothes back on and sleep on the couch like none of this ever happened. This,” you point between the two of you, “doesn’t change unless we want it to.” 

… this was real. In answer, Dewey’s chin wrinkles and he watches his finger travel upwards, drawing a light line up the expanse of your chest between your breasts to feel you shiver at his touch. Thing is he doesn’t want to say no, but wouldn’t it be better? Safer? He asks the question he’s been dying to know all night. “What do you want from me?” 

“Whatever I can get,” you answer truthfully. “Whatever you’ll allow. Don’t trouble yourself with labels and things ‘cause what we have has always been so much more than that.” 

Dewey feels a weight lift off of his chest. His hand works around your waist and drags you closer, halfway under him and he rests his perspiring forehead on your breastbone. Whatever happens next happens, for better or for worse. 

You’re not troubled when Dewey moves the jacket to expose one of your breasts, however you are taken aback when he bites you. You barely manage to stifle your yelp when you feel him growl against your flesh and the sound vibrates straight to your core. Dewey drags his head up and stares you dead in the eye as he kneads your savaged breast. 

“All night,” he growls, “all fucking night for this? We could have done this ages ago. The salon, the drive in, Chloe’s cat’s birthday– grocery shopping last week. But no, instead you pick a party full of people and you’ve had me riled up for hours.” 

Dewey pinches your hardened peak and you keen. “‘m sorry…” 

“No you’re not, but don’t worry: you will be.”

AN: Check Out Part 2 @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape @softbeej @imma-fucking-nerd @werwulfy

#Dewey Finn #Dewey Finn x reader #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒ #black reader insert #🖤❤💛 #dewey finn x female reader

[andmaybegayer]

Honest question - I’m not sure if u mentioned it before but what do you use your knives for? And like what different knives do you look for for different tasks?

My knives are mostly a part of me being what I affectionately call a Tools Idiot, someone who likes being able to solve problems other people can't by virtue of having the right tool for the job.

For me, a knife is probably the most compact representation of utility there is, barring some of the fancier multitools. You have to balance a trade off between carrying a load of tools you may never use versus not having the tool you want when you need it. I find that a pocket knife on my person plus some more tools in bags if I need them strikes that balance well.

As far as what knives I have, if you catch me well-equipped, I probably have my pocket knife, a box-cutter, and an old multitool on me, which covers a good array of tasks while generally fitting in a handbag or jacket pockets.

I don't just carry a knife, though. If you look in the backpack I take to work when I actually go in to the office, you'll find all this:

Network cables, pliers, wire-cutters, screwdrivers, logic analyzers, serial adapters, my personal pocket camera, a multimeter, plus a bundle of misc. wires and some replacement hardware we use at work that I left out of this photo.

Even though as an engineer my job is mostly desk work, in a small company like the one I work for sometimes something breaks and you're the nearest qualified individual to go check it out. I've had to go work on sites eh, at least half a dozen times since I started working at this place last November.

(In high school I had like, 15m of nylon rope on me at all times. Never got a chance to use that though.)

Having tools on me allows me to solve problems much more immediately than if I had to go digging for them, and being a Tools Idiot in the right place at the right time feels good, because you save someone's ass, often your own. For example, when I was taking part in a supercomputing competition, our sponsors' toolbags got lost in luggage on the airline and when we arrived I got out my little ten dollar screwdriver set I had in my luggage and we used that to swap a dozen ten-thousand-dollar processors into our hardware because we had to do that before we could compete.

I broke my last knife when I gave it to someone so they could pry away some broken wood a woman's leg got stuck in when some rotted decking broke out beneath her, and I'm glad I had my knife on me at that moment because it got her out then instead of in half an hour when someone could get a toolbox up to an elevated platform, which would have sucked for everyone involved.

As for what different knives are for? I usually look for something general purpose and sturdy, which is why I avoid the more tacticool knife shapes like tantos or daggers. The knife I got today has a sheepsfoot shape, which is a versatile utility knife that forgoes having a sharp point to both improve safety and keep a sturdier tip, especially when you do end up prying at something even though you're really not meant to do that with a knife.

The name is because it was traditionally used by shepherds to tend to the hooves of their flock, a blunt tip and gently curved or straight edge is easier to control and less likely to accidentally hurt a sheep or you. You'll find similar styles forgoing sharp points in historical sailing knives and modern rafting, diving, and rescue knives, which may even incorporate reinforcement specifically for prying use.

I've had a few drop-point and normal-edge knives and they're good general purpose knives, the same goes for clip-points. Double-edged daggers make it difficult to use your thumb to do precision cuts, and tantos frequently lack any sort of curved belly making them less useful for slicing cuts. Serrated blades are a highly personal preference, but if you work with a lot of rope and cord they're useful since they'll cut even if the rest of your knife is dull as hell.

Box cutters or craft knives are a worthwhile addition to any toolbox, if only because they're easy to keep sharp: just drop in a fresh blade and keep going, they're great for times when you need to do very precise cuts into soft or thin materials, I know I misuse them for wire stripping a lot.

Swiss army knives or multitools are easy to look after due to their use of a softer metal, and compact enough to keep on your person almost all the time. They're also much more socially acceptable so if you whip one out at work people won't look at you funny. I've mentioned before that carrying a big honking knife can make strangers kind of distrustful of you, and most people are okay with even a child who has a Swiss army knife. I will say I haven't used any fancy newer multitools with locking blades, I stole mine from my dad.

This has been Knife Talk.

#knife #kalium lore #tools #gainful employment

[firespirited]

Year in review: full reroots.

Licca! January saw the arrival of a batch of 12 Liccas (1 sent to a dollblr person, 1 scrapped, 10 customized, 0 sold) and by March I’d bought a second lot because they’re such a fun size to experiment with.

January also saw the ill advised trial of straightening human braiding kanekalon for glow in the dark and emerald-lime gradient hair. I scrapped several reroots and the rest of the glow in the dark hair: too thick for doll size. not worth it.

In March I was commissioned to do a bunch of bratz with “doll planet nylon” and normal nylon. This led to 2 things: renewed dollyhair hate due to a doll getting badly stained and the hunch that aliexpress polyethylene might be this dollplanet nylon. The first purchase was mauve lilac poly to confirm then green + purple + teal then splurged on a whole rainbow which led to rainbow dolls because of course!

From March-May i lost lots of post (including Purple Megara and glow in the dark Twyla above) and realised there would be no market for full reroots. The rest of the year I stuck to passion projects like renewed interest in glow in the dark nylon and commissions which also included décoden diamond hair a but also more personal projects starting with Teal curls Licca and Batsy green.

Notes:

There are a few photos that aren’t up to date (heart mom for example) and some reroots not included because it wouldn’t fit neatly (silver eitan) or havn’t had their paint fixed yet (quite a few 😅).

Working with nu!Barbie has been more frustrating than hard heads and supersized dolls like endless hair Rainbow Asha: the paint fades, the new hair melting technique leaves the scalp brittle and the automated rooting machine is brutally close with the plugs on the front line and parting.

Late March - late April (probs covid), July-August (only worked on Gayle) and November-early December were rough patches but looking at my output this year, especially full reroots not just fixing up bundles with partial reroots makes it look like there was a steady flow: this happened in bursts!

Saran’s still my fave fibre, the way it hangs and it’s heft is still the best IMHO, Poly’s a cheap way of getting vibrant colours but is a pain to style, Nylon’s still not my fave due to it’s slipperyness but glow in the dark has a slight matte texture to it that makes it easier to handle (also it’s just cool), Kiwi’s the newcomer to the scene and I have yet to finish a reroot with it, verdict later in 2021 😁

#rerooting #dolls #licca #barbie #monster high #bratz #56 full reroots #saf

[vsttorrents]

VST Guitar - 4 Sample Based Guitar Plug-Ins for the Keyboard Player

In a previous write-up I spoke about a method of creating practical online Guitar solos using my key-board. Nonetheless, if you resemble me and can not play an actual guitar, just how can you develop believable guitar tracks in your house workshop when either composing, or creating audio support tracks for your solo performances?. Well, the solution is VST. Quickly, VST or (Virtual Studio Technology) is a software program user interface developed by Steinberg, which permits an individual to simulate either musical tools or workshop equipment impacts genuinely, such as Reverb, Compression, Delay, Audio Mastering to call simply a couple of. Numerous VST 'plug-ins' can operate as stand-alone programs yet normally they are used (or 'Plugged in') to your music sequencer - Cubase, Logic or Sonar are archetypes. There are several VST plug-ins readily available on the marketplace, but for the purpose of this short article I am concentrating on making use of VST Guitar plug-ins which, with the use of audio tasting, emulate the style and also noises of a genuine guitar. (Not to be puzzled with just imitating Guitar Effects and Amplifier Cabinets).

So, what is unique regarding being able to replicate a Guitar?

This kind of emulation vst crack Guitar plug-in usages audio examples of the real kind of guitar that has been chosen. This means that as a non Guitar gamer I can realistically reproduce a guitar audio utilizing my keyboard. By the usage of the keyboard I can also influence the performance and also design of the generated sound.

I can play a chord with my right had as well as with my left press tricks (usually at the lower or top register of the key-board) to produce performance methods such as full assault as well as sustain, bridge mute, slap, harmonics, fret sound, pitch bend, strum, up/down stroke - the checklist goes on.

Another plus to these plug-ins is that you can regulate them from your Midi tracks within your sequencer. If you are transforming your midi tracks to audio backing tracks, this is helpful. Allow's encounter it, if you are making use of backing tracks for your solo act, nobody intends to hear midi anymore, and the converted-to-audio quality is a lot extra specialist.

Music Lab Real Guitar.

One of the VST Guitar bundles that I use is Music Lab's Real Guitar 2L. This certain plug-in functions 8 Acoustic guitars, consisting of Steel, Nylon as well as 12 String. I have used this plug-in really successfully transforming my Midi tracks and the performance simulations are very sensible.

Music Lab Real Strat and Real LPC.

Music Lab have two other similar virtual VST Guitar samplers called RealStrat and also Real LPC. The first, as the called suggests, emulates the noises and also design of the Strat Guitar. Not just does this plug-in have the typical range of control over playing expressions as well as techniques, yet also has its very own Pattern Manager full with a Pattern Library, enabling the customer to conveniently develop guitar accompaniment tracks.

Music Lab Real LPC.

Next is Real LPC. This plug-in imitates a Les Paul Custom Guitar which boasts a cutting-edge approach to guitar sound modelling as well as guitar techniques. The allure of this premium custom Guitar is most likely due to the fact that it is utilized by numerous Guitar Heroes such as Gary Moore, Carlos Santana, Eddie Van Halen and so on

. The playability of this VST tool is based on distinct performance settings, integrated with a simple to utilize keyboard design which allows the Keyboardist to carry out with entire new performance realistic look.

Vir2 Instruments Electri6ity.

There is one last VST Guitar sampler I wish to mention, and that is Vir2 Instruments' Electri6ity. In my look for "the best" VST Guitar, one of the most hard to locate has actually been a digital guitar which can generate stunning reasonable lead guitar - specifically the much heavier Rock type of solo you could listen to John Petrucci or Eddie Van Halen carry out.

Electri6ity makes use of 8 guitars consisting of the Les Paul, Strat, Tele and also Rickenbacker as well as the software application includes more than 24,000 sound samples of each guitar permitting you to play every expression on every string of every fret to generate that authentic guitar noise. Definitely for lead work, this plug-in truly rocks my boat.

There are several VST plug-ins offered on the market, but for the objective of this short article I am focusing on the use of VST Guitar plug-ins which, via the use of audio tasting, mimic the style and also audios of a genuine guitar. One of the VST Guitar packages that I make use of is Music Lab's Real Guitar 2L. Music Lab have two various other comparable digital VST Guitar samplers called Real Strat and also Real LPC. This plug-in imitates a Les Paul Custom Guitar which boasts an innovative strategy to guitar noise modelling as well as guitar strategies.

[yarnings]

A Chance Encounter

The latest installment in Le Tricoteur. With the plagiarism issues that are going on right now, I would most definitely like to acknowledge that this was inspired by a random comment made by @missclairebelle

Previously

As luck would have it, Ian was very grateful that he had gone to see his aunt and uncle so soon. The very next morning, on his way to open up the shop, he stopped in at the café down the street to grab a muffin and some tea. (He had a kettle and a selection of mugs and tea at the shop of course, but he found that his mornings went more smoothly if he didn’t need to wait until he was awake enough to make tea before he got any tea.) As his glance passed over the attached co-working space, he noticed Rachel Hunter sitting there, engrossed in something on her laptop screen. He stood for a minute, watching her and wondering if he should go and say hello, but decided that she wouldn’t appreciate an interruption when she was busy, especially from someone she didn’t really know.

As Ian was paying for his order, he realised there was someone standing behind him. When he turned to look, he saw that Rachel Hunter was standing behind him, with a scone and a mug that she had filled at the self-serve station.

“Linda, can you add those on too?” he asked, gesturing at the items in Ms. Hunter’s hands. The barista nodded and put everything through. Ian tapped his card and turned around, only for Ms Hunter to step up to the counter. “I’ll take a pay-it-forward token then, thank you.” After she paid, Ms Hunter took the little chit, which could be redeemed for a hot drink and basic pastry, and tossed it into the basket by the door, where they were available for people who needed them.

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to make you do that. I was intending the coffee more as a ‘Welcome to Inverness’ gift.” In a rush, Ian added, “And, let me assure you, that sounded a lot less creepy before I said it. Let me explain how I’m not hunting down information about you behind your back. I was visiting with my Auntie Claire last night, and she works with your brother, and told me that you and he had just moved.” Technically all true. He would just not mention the fact that she had been the point of the visit rather than just another customer who came up in conversation. “She’s the one who recommended the store to him,” he added desperately as Ms Hunter’s face lit up with an avid interest.

“Your aunt is Ms. Beauchamp-Fraser? She’s why Denny wanted to take this placement in the first place. He’s been very impressed with her. He says she’s demanding, but really helpful, and he’s learning a lot. And she’s been very helpful with little bits of advice like about your store.”

Ian grinned. “That sounds like her. I was more than a little scared of her when I was young, but she’s actually quite supportive and helpful. She’s scary-smart, but never expects you to be too. Even though I just know yarn, and not surgery like her, the only time she’s ever intentionally done something that makes me feel stupid, was when I was actually being quite stupid.”

“Well, your yarn knowledge is certainly not a “just”. You know more than enough to leave me behind. Speaking of which, I have a note from my brother that he tells me you will be able to decipher, saying what he wants in the way of yarn. So you’ll be seeing me by the store again at some point. I had originally planned on taking a break when I finished this report, but that went faster than expected, and it’s too early now. I’m not very good at remembering to take breaks in the middle of things, so we’ll see how when I surface again.”

Ian laughed. “I fully understand getting immersed in a task. If you want to give me the note, I can try and pick something that matches it in a grey, heathered, British wool yarn. That way when you do come in it won’t take you as long.”

“Oh, that’s really kind of you. But I’ve also got instructions to go through that binder of charity projects you have and pick something out for him first.”

“Well… if that’s all you’d be doing, why don’t you come over to the shop with me now? You can look through the binder while I get ready to open? If I know what pattern, I can still bundle things together for a quick transaction.”

Ms Hunter looked thoughtful at this. “That would actually be really convenient, if you’re sure it’s not too much bother. I could use a bit of a change of scenery.”

Ian gave her an easy grin. “No problem. I’ll head over now, but I assume you need to pack up? I’ll leave the door open for you. If it’s locked when you get there, I just forgot. Give the shop a ring and I’ll let you in.”

Unsurprisingly, Ian did indeed forget to leave the door open. When Ms Hunter called he got the door for her with an apology, which she brushed off. “You’re already interrupting your routine for me, I’m not expecting you to be able to easily change something you do that often.” She was briefly distracted by the cabled keyhole scarf on the gift display, but followed Ian into the store quickly enough when he got her attention.

Ian showed her the table at the back where he had already put the binder for her. He explained that it was approximately sorted by project complexity, and how to check the recommended skill level, and went back to his opening routine. Once he turned the computer on, he ducked into the washroom. While he was in there, Rachel called through the door.

“I’m sorry, I just got a call, I have to run back. I’ve marked the pattern I was interested in, and left you the note. Thank you again, I’ll be back probably sometime in the afternoon.”

When Ian had a chance to look at the binder, he noticed that there were two patterns marked. One was with a business card that she had probably grabbed from the desk, and the other had the note from her brother. Presumably she wanted the one with the business card, but he decided to grab supplies for both anyhow. He looked at the note to see what her brother was interested in. Fortunately either Ms. Hunter had written it herself, or her brother had surprisingly good handwriting for someone with a medical degree.

A basic yarn in a 4 to 10-ply weight – no bouclé, nothing with a halo, no excessive twist. Washable is probably best. 100% wool, maybe a small amount of acrylic or nylon blended in, nothing fancy Pick up appropriate needles. If tension matters, pick up recommended and one size smaller (already have old number 9’s, but replacing those wouldn’t be a bad thing)

Ian checked the two projects that were marked. The first one was just a request from the local animal shelter for squares to make into blankets. Any weight of yarn would work, but there were instructions given for 10-ply, so he grabbed a hank of that. The other project was a request for hats for young adults who had aged out of foster care, and came with a few suggested patterns, any of which could be made with yarn that met the specifications. He picked one of the patterns at random, and bundled the pattern, yarn and needles for each project in its own bag, then put the two bags behind the counter with a sticky note labelled “Rachel Hunter”, and left it there while he went about his day.

It was reasonably late in the afternoon, around what Ian was vaguely aware was quitting time for people who worked office jobs, before Ms. Hunter came back. He was busy with another customer at the time, but he had scheduled Iona, his newest employee, for the afternoon, so while he regretted the loss of another chance to interact with her he knew that she was in good hands. Out of curiosity, at the next lull he asked Iona which of the projects had been the right one after all.

“Oh, was she supposed to pick one? I just rang everything in those bags through and she didn’t have any complaints.”

Ian gave himself a mental smack upside the head. He had been so looking forward to getting to see Ms. Hunter again that he hadn’t properly prepared for the case where someone other than him was helping. Oh well, presumably she would figure out her mistake and bring whichever one she didn’t want to the store. He could apologise then.

Next

#Outlander #outlander fanfic #my work #fan fiction #yarn store AU #le tricoteur #Ian Og/Rachel Hunter #Ian Murray/Rachel Hunter #Ian/Rachel

[robfusili-blog]

7 BEST BIVY SACK REVIEWS 2019 | TACT & OTHER EMERGENCY OPTIONS

Traditional tents and sleeping bags are great to have when you go camping. But if you prefer to go solo, or you enjoy hiking and backpacking through forests and mountains, packing a lot of gear can become troublesome. A bivy sack can help with the problem of extra bulk and weight, but still keep you warm and protected while you sleep. Below we have for you an extended buyer’s guide, complete with reviews on the best bivy sacks available. Before you go on your next backpacking trip, read our reviews so you can be sure to find the right one for you.

Mountaineers and backpackers have long been on a quest to find a sleeping tent that is compact, compresses tightly, and is lightweight to carry. The best solution for some is a bivy sack. Original bivy sacks started as waterproof sleeping bags that provided temporary emergency shelter and sleeping space for adventure-seekers. Today’s bivy sacks reflect body heat to protect the body from the elements longer than laying on the ground out in the open. They have the added benefit of being fully sealed to keep out bugs, snakes, and other animals.  

Top 3 Bivy Sacks[BEST FOR THE MONEY]

SE EB1220R EMERGENCY SLEEPING BAG

Editor's Rating:

4.4/5

Made of heavy-duty material

Comes in a high-visibility orange color

Compact and lightweight

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[BEST OVERALL]

TACT BIVVY

Editor's Rating:

4.5/5

Lightweight

100% waterproof coverage

6 month “any reason” money back guarantee

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[BEST ADVANCED BIVY]

OUTDOOR RESEARCH ALPINE BIVY

Editor's Rating:

4.5/5

3-layer Gore-Tex respiration-positive fabric

Waterproof

It has a single overhead shock-corded Delrin pole

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How to Choose the Best Bivy Sack

Bivy sacks come in various styles, colors, and sizes. Let’s first discuss what exactly a bivy sack is and what to look for when choosing the best one for your next wilderness excursion.

What Exactly Is a Bivy Sack?

The full word is bivouac sack, but everyone calls it the bivy sack for short. They’re basically personal tents, providing warmth and protection from rain, snow, bugs, and anything else that you don’t to be in bed with when you’re sleeping outdoors.

They’re essentially made with two layers. The bottom-most layer is made of a tough, durable, waterproof nylon, like what you would find most tent floors made from. The top is usually made from something more lightweight and breathable and treated with Gore-Tex.

Some bivy sacks add a little bit of extra room around the head and shoulders, for those who need some wiggle room. Meanwhile, for the more claustrophobic backpackers, other bivy sacks have an opening for the eyes and mouth.

Other Products We Reviewed

​4. Moore Militaria Modular Sleep System

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Editor's Rating:

Produced by US Military

Compact

Includes compression sack

​5. Snugpak 92860 Stratosphere 1-person Bivy Shelter

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Editor's Rating:

Roomy

Lightweight

It has roll away mosquito net

​6. Winterial Single-person Bivy Tent

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Editor's Rating:

Easy to assembly

Great addition to hiking gear

Good construction

Bivy Sack vs. Sleeping Bag

Tents range from accommodating just one person, to being able to fit multiple people. They’re usually the best choice if you’re going camping with a large group and you all need somewhere sheltered to sleep.

Tents can still be useful if you’re camping solo. They provide a nice little sheltered “room” to block yourself from rain, bugs, and other elements. They’re also spacious enough to store extra gear you may have brought with you.

Bivy sacks or shelters, on the other hand, are designed to serve the purpose of both a tent and sleeping back combined, but for just one person. They provide a place for one person to sleep while being sheltered and warm.

They’re great for people who backpack frequently through the woods or mountains and either need less weight to carry, or don’t always have large areas available for camping in. A bivy sack gives someone the freedom to basically sleep anywhere and have the shelter they would normally get from a tent.

Backpacking sleeping bags have many purposes. Kids’ sleeping bags are a “must-have” for families with children. Kids’ sleeping bags are lightweight, colorful, and may reflect a child’s favorite characters or celebrities, but they are intended for indoor use. Heavier sleeping bags work best for tent or RV camping to help keep them warm and dry, regardless of the weather.

Bivy sacks were designed for a greater purpose. The idea behind a bivy sack is to fully enclose the body to protect it from the weather and anything else in the wilderness that will bother you while you are sleeping. Mountain climbers, backpackers, and other extreme athletes can’t be unnecessarily bogged down by extra size and weight in the back pack.

Their sleeping system needs to store as tightly and as compactly as possible, while being lightweight. The down side to bivy sacks is that they are confining and not as comfortable, so look at this article for the best sleeping padsto complement them. A one-person dome tent may be a better choice for someone who is claustrophobic.

Bivy Sack Weight and Packed Size

A common saying in backpacking and survival circles is “every ounce counts.” This includes your choice of bivy sack. One of the things you need to consider when shopping for a bivy sack is how much weight you’re willing to add to your gear.

Luckily, a bivy sack is going to weigh much less than a tent would. Although most tents weigh between five and ten pounds, even that can become a burden if you’re wearing it strapped to your shoulders for hours on end.

Bivy sacks, on the other hand, weigh only ounces. The larger, more heavy duty ones (especially those with a domed head for extra headspace) will run around 40-50 ounces, while the mummy-style designs will probably only weigh about 15 ounces or less.

Additionally, the heavy duty styles will have poles, roles, and various other accessories which not only add to the overall weight, but they can also add bulk to your pack. Depending on what you need a bivy sack for will determine how much weight and bulk you’ll be willing to carry with you.

Material and Durability

As previously mentioned, the two layers of the bivy sack are made by different types of fabric. The bottom needs to be waterproof and strong, protecting you from the hard, cold ground of nature. It also needs to be able to keep any bugs or vermin from entering your little shelter. Also, as you move around in your sleeping bag, you don’t want the bottom of your shelter to get torn or punctured by the rough surface.

The best fabric to look for regarding the bottom layer is Silnylon (a combination of silicone and nylon). It combines both ripstop durability and strength while also being waterproof.

The top layer of bivy sack needs to be made from something that’s breathable, while also providing shelter from the elements.

The best options for the top tier are:

Gore-Tex: laminate made from stretched Teflon

eVent: waterproof, breathable, and fire-resistant

Toddtex: like Gore-Tex but is also fire-resistant

Pertex Quantum: Uses a two-fiber thickness that makes it waterproof, wind resistant, and breathable

Sympatex: Uses wicking technology that allows condensation to escape. Also breathable and windproof

Powertex: this is a coating that can be applied to any breathable fabric, making it weatherproof

Space and Ventilation

Another important consideration to make when choosing a bivy sack is how much space you’re going to need in one. While most of them are designed to be a tight and compact fit around your body, there are other roomier styles for those who need a bit more space to move around.

Also, if you have a habit of getting claustrophobic, it is extremely important to consider the fact that bivy sacks may not be the best option for you. There are designs that have an open space for your eyes and mouth, but if you’re sleeping somewhere that’s cold and rainy that can sort of defeat the purpose of having one.

If tight spots aren’t a concern for you, you just need to decide how much space and ventilation you need. If you usually go backpacking during the colder months, you need as much coverage as possible from the wet and the cold. But if spring and summer is more your jam, then you’ll need something extra-breathable that also keeps the critters out. Some designs will come with a mesh covering over the face to enhance ventilation while making sure bugs don’t come to visit.

Waterproofing/Condensation

We’ve covered waterproofing concerns, but we haven’t yet discussed condensation. One of the downsides of a bivy sack is because of the tight quarters, condensation tends to build inside, making your sleeping arrangements somewhat damp. Especially on cold nights.

A lot of the condensation will build as a result of your own breathing, as well as any sweat you produce while sleeping. While you’re shopping, look for a bivy sack that is made from breathable materials and offers a lot of ventilation. This will go a long way in limiting the amount of condensation buildup.

Also, once you have your sack, make sure any moisture that you exhale goes out side of the bivy sack. If extreme cold temps or bad weather have you closed up tight, try just unzipping one small hole near your face.

Another thing to try is wearing less layers when sleeping. The more you wear, the more you’ll sweat, which could be counterproductive and make you colder instead of warmer.

Comfort and Warmth

Above all you want something that’s both comfortable and that will keep you warm. But what’s comfortable for you and what’s comfortable for someone else will be completely different. Some people prefer being bundled up like a burrito and sleeping in tight quarters. If that’s you, you’ll love the bivy sacks that wrap you up like a mummy. While someone who likes to have some wiggle room may prefer one of the tented styles.

As far as warmth is concerned, what you need depends on where you intend to sleep with your bivy sack. Many options offer year-round protection, while some of the heavier duty ones can offer protection against temps as low as 10 degrees Fahrenheit.

Value

How much you’re willing to spend is equally as important as everything else we’ve discussed. If you’re on a budget, decide how much you want to pay for a bivy sack, and look for all the necessary features that fit within that price range.

However, if you want performance above price, then take your time to weigh each option against what you need a bivy sack for and go from there.

Key Accessories

Being designed for the minimalist backpacker, most bivy sacks provide them most basic of features. Not many bivy sacks will have extra features or accessories, as they’re designed to take up as little space as possible.

Probably the only accessories you may need with a bivy sack is a sleeping pad for comfort and a strap to secure the pad in place.

Our Favorite Bivy Sack Reviews in 2019

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1. [BEST OVERALL] TACT BIVVY

Editor's Rating:

4.5/5

The Tact Bivvy is probably the most lightweight option you’ll find out of all the bivys on our list. It offers 100% waterproof coverage, is incredibly durable, and is backed by Tact’s 6 month “any reason” money back guarantee. The original version was made in bright orange, but this new 2.0, updated model comes in tactical green.

Made from a thermal space blanket material called HeatEcho, this bivy cover easily reflects 90% of your body’s heat back to you. This ultralight bivy sack only weighs 4.8 ounces, so you’ll barely know you have it until you need it.

This is probably the best product to hold onto for emergencies. Keep it in your car in case you ever break down or get into an accident, or even keep it in the house for those times when the power goes out in the middle of winter. Instead of sleeping under hundreds of blankets, just wrap this around yourself.

Because it’s so lightweight, it’s also a great option to have in your survival pack when you go hiking in the mountains. If you must stay out an extra night or you get lost, at least you won’t have to worry about being cold. Additionally, this can also work as a sleeping bag liner for extra warmth. As the best overall bivy, this could easily be paired with any other bivy sack for extra warmth and protection.

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2. [BEST FOR THE MONEY] SE EB1220R EMERGENCY SLEEPING BAG

Editor's Rating:

4.4/5

The SE EB122OR Survivor Series Emergency Sleeping bag offers everything the Tact Bivvy does, but for about half the price.

This bivy comes with this own drawstring carrying bag and weighs only about 4-5 ounces, so you can take it with you anywhere you hike or travel. It’s great for emergencies, especially it’s bright orange color that offers visibility incase any rescuers are searching for you. It’s heavy duty and tear-resistant and returns about 95% of your body heat back to you.

Use this as an emergency cover or take it on your regular camping trip as a sleeping bag liner to help boost warmth. Weather you decide to go with the Tact or for this cheaper option, you won’t regret your choice.

This could also easily serve as a companion to any other bivy tent or sack you decide to buy. Since it’s roughly the size of a soda can or water bottle, it’ll easily fit anywhere without adding a lot of weight.

Sleep warmly and safely in this 3’ x 7’ lightweight emergency sleeping bag with heavy-duty fabric. It’s aluminized with PE material that reflects body heat to create warmth and it weighs only 5. 8 ounces.

It’s tear-resistant and reusable. It comes in a high-visibility orange color and stores in a drawstring carrying bag.

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3. [BEST ADVANCED BIVY] OUTDOOR RESEARCH ALPINE BIVY

Editor's Rating:

4.4/5

The

Outdoor Research Alpine Bivy

is a great option for those something a little comfier while also getting the same protection you would get from a tent.

Probably one of the most advanced bivys around, the bottom of this one is made by Hydroseal with anti-fungal coating, and everything is fully seam-taped, waterproof, and breathable.

It has straps inside to hold down your sleeping pad, as well as five stake loops and one guy line loop for extra stability. And there’s an internal mesh pocket for all your small valuables.

This bivy shelter is a great option for those times you want to go on a normal camping trip, but you don’t want to drag out the tent with you. The GoreTex top is breathable, and you’ll be protected from bugs, storms, rain, snow, etc. This bivy offers you everything you could ever want in a bivy, and so much more.

Seal yourself up tight in this bivy with 3-layer Gore-Tex respiration-positive fabric. The floor is made of nylon and is hydroseal coated to be waterproof.

It has a single overhead shock-corded Delrin pole and end-opening zipper with a wide storm flap. It’s tall enough for thicker mats for a comfortable night’s sleep.

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4. MOORE MILITARIA MODULAR SLEEP SYSTEM

Editor's Rating:

4.5/5

The

Military Modular Sleep System

is a bivy sack that comes in four separate pieces. The first piece is the mummy style patrol bag, then the mummy style intermediate bag. The third portion is the weather resistant camouflage GorTex bivy cover, and lastly the six or nine strap compression stuff sack.

The beauty of this military bivy system is that it’s not just compact but the pieces are interchangeable, giving you’re the perfect warmth and comfort no matter where you are.

The entire pack together weighs 8 lbs, which can be a lot depending on where you’re going, but it offers so much in the way of warmth and protection you may find yourself sacrificing something else in order to include this in your gear.

It’s interchangeable and versatile nature is great, especially if you’re in an area where the climate changes a lot. Some nights you may only need just the cover, or one of the mummy style pieces, while other nights you’ll need all the components together.

Another great feature that these military bivy sacks provide is extra boot room, which is great when nature calls in the middle of the night when you’re sleeping. You can easily sleep with your boots or shoes on and you won’t have to fumble with trying to put them on at one o’clock in the morning.

Have confidence in your gear with this bivy that is standard military issue.

It includes the mummy style patrol bag, black mummy style intermediate bag, weather resistant camouflage Gor-ex bivy cover, and a 6 or 9-strap compression stuff sack.

Stay warm even when temperatures range from 50°F to -50°F.

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5. SNUGPAK 92860 STRATOSPHERE 1-PERSON BIVY SHELTER

Editor's Rating:

4.5/5

The

SnugPack Stratosphere One Person Bivvi Shelter

is the perfect choice for camping or survival when you want the protection and breathability of a tent, without having to bring a tent with you. This shelter features lightweight aluminum poles that create a self-supporting canopy around the head and shoulders, also giving your more freedom of movement around the shoulders and back.

All seams are taped sealed for extra protection and durability, and the tent features a roll away mosquito net, keeping pesky critters away while allowing for ventilation. There’s even enough room in here for your backpack, so you can keep everything safe while you sleep. With extra ventilation and breathability, this is a great option to use year-round.

The Snugpak is an excellent choice of a 1-person bivy with full length side zipper that stands up to severe weather. It’s breathable, yet highly waterproof. It includes lightweight aluminum poles that create a self-supporting canopy.

It also has a roll-away mosquito net in front of the hood and a meshed ventilation section at the back.

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6. WINTERIAL SINGLE-PERSON BIVY TENT

Editor's Rating:

4.2/5

The

Winterial Single Person Bivy Tent

offers one of the most lightweight options for a domed bivy tent. When set up, it gives you a height of about seven or eight inches, which is more room than you could ever need in a personal bivy tent. Equally as impressive: it only weighs two pounds and nine ounces.

This tent is the perfect choice for all seasons with a ventilated roof mesh offering full coverage for rain, flies, and more. The large zippered door offers easy access, and it includes three bundles of rope and fourteen heavy duty stakes to keep the shelter secure in strong winds. This is a great option for all your hiking and camping needs.

Go mountain climbing or hiking in spring, summer, or winter, and you’ll be safe, secure, and comfy through it all. This bivy has the best to offer in design and breathability, as well as protection.

Do your mountain climbing or backpacking three seasons of the year with this bivy that is perfect for summer, as well as colder temperatures during fall and spring.

It has a ventilated mesh roof and a full-coverage rain fly. It comes with three bundles of strong cord and 14 heavy-duty stakes.

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7. SIERRA DESIGNS BACKCOUNTRY BIVY

Editor's Rating:

4.2/5

The

Sierra Designs Backcountry Bivy

is made from 100% quality nylon, weighs a mere thirteen ounces, and is perfect for any backpacker or mountaineer. The manufacturer is so sure that you’ll love this for all your camping needs, they have backed this bivy with a lifetime warranty.

Stylish and colorful, you’ll be the envy of all the campers while you’re sleeping safe and snug inside this personal bivy sack. It even comes with an inflatable pad for added comfort, so you don’t need to buy your own. You’ll be so comfortable you might just think you’re sleeping in your bed at home rather than out in the wilderness.

This bivy is also a great option for hitchhikers who prefer to live on the road. No need to spend money on hotels all the time. Just carry this lightweight wonder with you, and every night you’ll be sleeping comfortably under the stars. Do you want to watch the stars as you drift off? Just roll the cover away from your mesh window, and you can do so while still leaving the bugs out of the equation.

The only downside is the zipper areas might leak under heavy weather, so if those conditions come up you might want to seek additional shelter. Or, you can buy one of the first two emergency bivys on this list and line the inside of this with it for added protection.

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8. RAB ALPINE BIVY

Editor's Rating:

4.2/5

The

RAB Alpine Bivy

is a great option for the minimalist in mind. This bivy provides a much snugger fit than the others and is specifically developed to fend off wind and rain without compromising comfort.

Made from eVent DVSTorm fabric, it’s designed to withstand harsh winter conditions, which makes this this would be the perfect choice for mountain climbers who need sleep snugly and safely on the climb. The super compact design features triple-layered fabric for optimal protection, and yet is extremely breathable to prevent condensation from building up inside.

If you’re not claustrophobic and you frequently hike or backpack through harsh conditions, this would probably be the best bivy for you. One downside is it can be a little up there in price, but it’s worth it for the protection it provides.

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9. S.O.L. ESCAPE SERIES EMERGENCY BIVVY

Editor's Rating:

4.3/5

The

S.O.L. Escape Emergency Bivvy

is a great choice if you’re headed towards milder climates, but still need warmth and protection. Although a bit pricier than other similar options, it provides high quality material that’s resistant to punctures or tears. The olive drab color will help you blend in with your surroundings so you can avoid any unwelcome visitors.

This bivy features a full side zipper and draw-cord hood closure for maximum coverage.

You can use this as a traditional sleeping bag, or as a slip cover over your sleeping bag to add warmth and protection. 70% of your body heat is radiated back to you, allowing you to stay warm in as low as 40-degree weather.

Condensation won’t be an issue with this bivy. It’s made out of proprietary, breathable fabric that lets moisture escape while also keeping out rain, snow, and wind.

This bivy is made from heat-reflective polyethylene that reflects up to 90% of your body’s heat back to you. It’s the same material that Adventure Medical Kit’s world famous emergency blankets are made from.

The bivy sack is ultra-light, ultra-warm, and seals you into the sack to protect you from the elements.

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10. KELTY TRAIL BIVY

4.0/5

Snuggle into this bivy and you’ll be tucked in as tight as a mummy. It’s a bit over-sized, so it fits easily over your head and will accommodate the larger sleeping bags.

Get in and out of the bivy easily with the U-shaped zipper. The fabric is waterproof, yet breathable, and it has a large mesh vented window.

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When you know that you will be hiking or backpacking in remote areas, you need to be keenly aware that the terrain before you is uncertain and the weather is unpredictable. It’s great to plan ahead and it’s even better to be fully prepared for any situation that you may encounter. Taking a bivy along that keeps you warm, no matter what the temperature is, will give you a good night’s rest so that you can tackle any challenges that you may face on your trip.

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Best Fishing Line For Trout

Monofilament, fluorocarbon, and braided line: get the pinnacle selections for the fine fishing line for trout

There are 3 varieties of fishing lines that might be common with inside the fishing marketplace today: monofilament, fluorocarbon, and braided strains. These lines all have advantages and dangers about trout fishing.

Brown trout in precise is very careful creatures, so line decision could be very crucial about trout fishing, so let’s take a appear at what line you need to select while you fish for trout.

Check underneath for our pinnacle selections in each magnificence and observe for precise evaluations and recommendations at the high-quality fishing line for trout.

Best Mono Line For Trout

Berkley Trilene XL

Berkley’s Trilene XL has been the top and favored for Berkley for a completely prolonged time and maximum anglers obtainable have possibly used it at a few things of their lives.

Best Fluorocarbon Line For Trout

Sunline FC Sniper Fluorocarbon

This line is almost associated with monofilament strains, giving the angler the first-rate of every world, which is a line to strive for trout fishing.

Best Braided Line For Trout

Sufix 832 Advanced Super line Braid

Sufix 832 is identified as one of the most powerful and maximum long-lasting incredible braids available in the marketplace due to the fact its release changed into a great deal much less than a decade ago.

Monofilament Fishing Line For Trout

Monofilament is an unmarried strandline and does no longer have more than one filament like braids or special lines which might be strung out from more than one strand and intertwined, fused, braided, or bundled together.

It’s moreover the maximum common of all fishing lines available in the marketplace and is used for a huge array of species from crappie or bluegill to huge exercise fish.

Monofilament could be very handy to address and paintings with, being flexible or “limp” and stretches through the use of as much as 25% which ability the road is a succession of brilliant surprise absorption while you set the hook and because of the reality it's miles handy to attend to it keeps its knot strength well.

Mono is generally moreover the cheapest whilst in comparison to special fishing lines (in contrast to with fluoro you may percent out the spool of a spinning reel barring breaking the bank), however, one of the downsides of mono is are tends knot the loss of sensitivity because of its stretchy nature, along with sensitivity issues it’s moreover weaker in terms of electricity whilst comparison to fluorocarbon and braided strains.

With those factors considered, it’s essential to choose a notable and expert producer of monofilament strains that has immoderate abrasion resistance. This will permit you to apply the thinnest line viable whilst fishing for brown or rainbow trout fish.

Berkley Trilene XL

Berkley’s Trilene XL has been the top and sizeable for Berkley for a completely prolonged time and maximum anglers obtainable have probably used it at a few things of their lives.

It excels at casting and gives a distinctly smooth cast, that's vital in trout fishing. It’s surprisingly sturdy in terms of tensile energy, pretty versatile, and is exceptional at warding off kinks and knotting.

Trilene is a quality example of whilst it comes to traditional and well-known strains, it gets topics proper.

Maxima Ultragreen

Maxima Ultragreen has traits that might be exactly what’s desired about a monofilament line.

It has the maximum effective knot strength as opposed to special producers available in the marketplace as well as immoderate tensile electricity consistent with poundage.

This like was been tested considerably to get those showed results.

Along with notable abrasion resistance, the road moreover is available in a moss green, making it nearly invisible to a shy trout.

Sufix Superior

Sufix Superior is a monofilament line this is specially mixed with copolymer nylon.

This gives the road high-quality overall performance and reliability, with immoderate electricity as well.

The superiors’ tensile strength rating, whilst in comparison to special employer tests, ranks it as one absolutely the quality appearing monofilament fishing lines available in the marketplace.

It moreover has a controlled stretch that gives a rapid recuperation and notable hook-placing strength.

What To Look For

When looking for a monofilament line for this form of fishing, your biggest problem to consider must be stretch, knot energy, and tensile energy.

Best Mono Line For Trout

We must go together with the setup right here, and that showed line is Trilene. Trilene has been one of the top forerunners for monofilament for years, and that’s because of the reality it flat-out works.

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Big trout including this one won’t be fooled till you're the use an outstanding thin line as your leader material

Fluorocarbon Fishing Line For Trout

If the name fluorocarbon is a word you've got heard before, it’s because of the reality it’s used with inside the entirety from Teflon to freon and lots of special products and materials in a significant variety of industries.

It covers a huge family of compounds which include carbon, chlorine, and fluorine. Like mono its miles extruded right into an unmarried strand, however, now no longer like mono the molecules of the Fluorocarbon fishing line are more densely packed together, making the road heavier and advanced to mono.

Fluorocarbon fishing line elements immoderate abrasion resistance and well as being lots extra hard making it a superb choice in case you are fishing in carefully wooded regions and trout rivers and streams the region protection from underwater roots or branches is vital.

It’s moreover stiffer and because of its stiffer nature is lots more sensitive and permits the angler to experience slight bites.

Some of the downsides to fluoro are that it’s harder to govern because of its stiffness, and it tends to gather memory, with line coiling and causing issues such and tangling or knotting.

The loss of stretch potential doesn’t have the stunning strength of monofilament, however, it makes up for it through the use of having masses of extra tensile energy.

One of the maximum vital additives of Fluorocarbon is its visibility, fluorocarbon is certainly invisible with inside the water and is remarkable whilst sight fishing with polarized solar sun sunglasses in ultra-clean water for fish as finicky as brown and rainbow trout.

What To Look For

When seeking out an outstanding fluorocarbon line, you need to be looking for invisibility, suppleness, and simplicity of use, and energy.

Sunline FC Sniper Fluorocarbon

Sunline Super FC Sniper is a high-overall performance fluorocarbon line that may be utilized in a big variety of Trout fishing situations.

It factors triple resin coatings giving anglers better ease of use, as well as giving it extra flexibility and limpness, those attributes make it closer to monofilament, and the common has lower memory and better casting houses whilst in comparison to special fluorocarbon lines available in the marketplace.

The coatings moreover help the use of making the road abrasion-resistant, giving the angler extra self-guarantee whilst fishing places with brush or timber.

This line is almost associated with monofilament strains, giving the angler the fine of every world, that is a line to try for trout fishing.

Seaguar InvizX

Seaguar has marvelous flexibility, being soft, supple, and has brilliant cast ability.

And considering the name of the road, it's miles extraordinarily stealthy, being certainly invisible underwater, wonderful for careful fish, as an alternative pressured our bodies of water, clean water, or for a combination of these types of factors.

It moreover elements remarkable abrasion resistance and electricity and is an excellent fluorocarbon leader fabric for attaching in your braided line.

P-Line

P-line is famous for anglers for a big variety of species, and just like the special fishing lines referred to above, is one of the top fluorocarbon lines available in the marketplace.

It’s extruded from the perfect nice Japanese Fluorocarbon crystals.

These crystals deliver P-Line with several exceptional braking electricity and knot strength available in the marketplace today.

The refractive index of this line is almost identical to water, rendering the road really invisible to underwater eyes whilst used as a fluorocarbon leader and that facilitates while you are fishing for trout.

Best Fluorocarbon Line For Trout

We must go together with Sunline Super FC Sniper is our preference for the top fluorocarbon fishing line for fishing for trout. The triple resin coatings and the blessings it brings to the table are absolutely too difficult to beat.

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Braided Fishing Line For Trout

Braided fishing lines or high-quality lines as they may be moreover stated are outstanding whilst the very last strength is the maximum essential element wanted in a line.

They are woven tightly through the usage of materials including Dacron, spectra, or Dyneema fibers. These lines are superb to be used in lots of fishing applications.

Braided lines are moreover a good buy smaller in diameter in comparison to fluorocarbon or monofilament strains, allowing you to apply pretty thin diameters for identical electricity because of the special types.

This helps you to maximize your casting capability and throw slight lures into tight spaces.

What To Look For

Using a braided fishing line helps you to keep the diameter of your line ultra-skinny even providing you with incredible energy.

Use braided lines for trout if there isn’t a hassle with visibility, and you'll be surprised how often you must escape with visible lines whilst trout fishing furnished you're the usage of a mono or fluorocarbon leader.

When deciding on a braided line – each for a baitcasting or spinning reel – you’re looking for electricity and sturdiness and ‘feel’ chiefly else.

Sufix 832 Advanced Superline Braid

Sufix 832 is identified as one of the most powerful and maximum long-lasting exceptional braids available in the marketplace considering that it releases a great deal much less than a decade ago.

The line is created via weaving 8 separate filaments, of which 7 strands include HMPE fibers and 1 is a product of Gore-Tex Performance fiber.

This line is braided at 32 weaves consistent with a square inch to create a surprisingly robust line that stands proud over special braids available in the marketplace.

The Gore fiber facilitates water resistance and wicks water far from the road preserving your reel and hand drier.

While the special fibers make it difficult as nails, a success with critical abrasion resistance and surprise strength throughout the hook set.

PowerPro

PowerPro exceptional lines were pretty well-known due to its launch and it’s one of the preferred braided lines for anglers available in the marketplace today.

Powerpro has five times the life sturdiness of monofilament lines and is 10 times advanced to metallic in terms of tensile energy.

It has the potential like special super lines to very last or 3 seasons in advance than needing to be changed out. It has all the strength and abrasion blessings associated with braided lines as well.

Spiderwire Stealth Braid

Spiderwire is covered with a fluoropolymer coating which aids withinside the line sliding through publications providing you with smoother casting as well as large long-distance casting.

The line is moreover as an alternative skinny, that's a bonus in lots of fishing situations, and superb robust the use of a decent weave improvement method with fibers product of 100% Dyneema.

FAQs

Can Trout See Fishing Line?

The brief response is yes. In clean water conditions, trout can see the road beneath the surface, and severely for fly fishermen and women, above the surface.

When fishing with dry flies the road sits with inside the ground film, as does the fly, and canny trout will see it particularly if it's miles too thick in diameter.

How Do You Prevent Fish Seeing The Line?

The first thing is to fish with each truly mono or fluoro strain, or if they use of braid, to apply a mono or fluoro leader.

Then it's miles a count of choosing among mono and fluoro – fluoro is a great deal much less visible (it's miles almost invisible underwater), however, in case you are fly fishing with dry flies mono will go together with the glide better and at the top of the ground, everyone is similarly visible.

Mono leaders are often preferred with the resource of fly fishers as they may be extra supple from the thing of view of tying knots.

The closing attention in line energy or extra accurately, thickness. Put truly a thinner line is a great deal much less visible so that you need to select the thinnest however most powerful opportunity on your line or leader. That’s why fine things – the outstanding producers make a thinner line for specific strength and convey an additional consistent product.

How Do You Set Up A Reel With Mono, Fluoro, And Braid?

First, tends to calculate how the masses line will fill your spool. Ideally, for trout, you pick out at least 100m to allow the fish to run beneath the drag. There’s no harm in having extra, however, you aren't possible to need it.

For braid, given it's so skinny, it's miles often fundamental to phase fill the spool with mono to percent it out and deliver a cushioned base. Use the arbor knot (commands proper right here in our knots guide) to tie the road to the spool.

What Strength Line Is Best For Trout?

You need to select out the maximum strength you may escape with barring the road being visible. In maximum times, this could be 8lb or 10lb max. But in case you are fishing in clean water, or fly fishing, normally your leader goes to be 4-6lb. For more information check out our Site: Best fishing line for trout.

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Sanmao’s “Stories of the Sahara”, 《撒哈拉的故事》, 沙漠中的饭店 Restaurant in the desert, Tâm Anh translated.

    My husband, very unfortunately is a foreigner. Using words like these to mention own husband, I sound apparently anti-foreigner, however apparently language and customs of countries have big differences; because of these, our marriage life indeed also has a great deal of unbridgeable gaps.

　At beginning when making decision to marry Jose, I clearly told him, we are not only from different countries, personalities are also different, if married in the future may quarrel, even fight. He replied: “I know your personality is not good, yet overall is a very kind person, quarrels or fights may occur, however we still need to get married.” Then, we after 7 years acquaintance, finally got married.

　 I am not a feminist, however I will never accept after marriage losing independent personality and spiritual freedom; therefore I again and again emphasized to Jose, after marriage I would still “do my own way”, otherwise we would not get married. To this, Jose said to me: “I indeed want you to ‘do your own way’, losing your personality and way of doing, then why I get married to you then!” Good! Words of great men, I was really relieved. Becoming wife of Jose, on language matters I surrendered to him. This poor foreigner, “人”[ meaning person ] and “入”[ meaning enter ] these two different Chinese characters I taught him how many times he still could not differentiate, I had no way but to speak his language, this matter I let it his way then. (However, in the future once having children, no matter what, children still have to learn Chinese, to this point he agreed. )

　No fiddle-faddle, now be a wife, the first thing is right on doing kitchen. I have always hated housework, but in cooking I am nonetheless very interested, how many onions, how much meat, once cooked become a dish, I very much enjoy this kind of art.

　My Mum in Taiwan, knowing I after getting married to Jose, because of his job, had to move to isolated wild Africa, was exceedingly heart-ached. However, because our little family income is all on Jose’s paycheck, I had no choice but to follow his job requirement, there was no leeway. After we got married and I started kitchen work, our family meals were all western dishes. Then air-packaged aid sent from home in Taiwan arrived, I received a great pile of vermicelli, sea-weeds, mushrooms, dried instant noodles, dried fried pork, all kinds of valuable ingredients, I was so glad, to add on female friends in Europe also sent canned soy sauce, my family-based “Chinese restaurant” is at no delay open, unfortunately customers there is only one who does not pay. (Later on, coming to our “restaurant”, there is, however, a long queue then! )

　To be true, with ingredients Mum sent to us, to open a “Chinese restaurant”, it is not sufficient, but fortunately Jose has never been to Taiwan, he looked on to this vigorously established “big kitchen” of mine, also started to have confidence in my cooking.

　The first course I made was “Vermicelli with chicken soup”.　

    Jose comes home from work always high voice yelling: “Meal be quickly ready please, I am hungry to death now!” In love with him for so many years, now every time coming home knowing just to yell meal be ready, not even a look on this wife, no worry this “yellow faced old wife” role [*translator's note: 黄脸婆 “Yellow faced old wife”phrase is used to describe a woman who has married for a long time. The (face) color indicates that she has aged with the burden of housework. Someone says, in ancient China, to cover the aging face, women misuse the cosmetics with lead and make their face getting yellow. The elder, more yellow. It's a negative term. Husbands use this term to describe their wife as love is fading out. Wives complain the houseworks and the relationship by calling themselves as "黄脸婆"] I do so well. The first course I made Vermicelli with chicken soup, he tasted a little of the soup then asked: “Yí, what’s this? Chinese spaghetti?”

     “Your mother-in-law from thousands of miles away sent you spaghetti? Not spaghetti.”

     “What is that then? I want more, very delicious.”

　  I used chopsticks to pick up a thread of vermicelli saying: “This is, called ‘Rain’.”

　  “Rain?” He was puzzled.

　 Above I already said, I am a free-spirited married woman, words naturally come according to my state on a whim, “This, is springtime the very first rain, falling on mountain top, be frozen one by one, wombed and brewed well on the mountain then be brought down to mountain foot bundle by bundle, be sold with rice wine for drink, not easy to buy ah!”

　 Jose was still puzzled, looked at me, then looked to study “rain” in the bowl, then he said: “You are making fool of me?”

　   I did not remark on this. “You want more or not?”

　   He replied: “You are the Queen of boast, I want more.” From then on, he often ate “spring rain”, till today still does not know what it is made from. Sometimes I think Jose is so unsmart, because of this feel a little disappointed.

     The second time we ate vermicelli was when I made Sichuan dish “ants climbing a tree”, that is vermicelli put in the pot stirred-fried, then sprinkled with minced pork and sauce.

     Jose came home from work was always hungry; he chewed a mouthful of vermicelli then, “What is this? Looks like white woolen yarn, also looks like plastic thread?”

　“Both are not right, it is a kind of nylon fishing line you know, Chinese people has processed it to make it white and smooth.” I replied.

　  He again ate a mouthful of it, then smiled, saying: “Really, so many weird names, if we indeed open a restaurant, this dish can make big money, darling!” That day he ate a lot of nylon processed white lines.

　The third time we ate vermicelli was when I made Chinese north-eastern region traditional “Chive pocket cake”, which is in fact fried pie, inside filled with vermicelli, spinach, and minced meat.

　 He said: “This little cake, inside you put sand-fish wings, right? I heard this kind of thing is very expensive, no wonder you put just a little.” I fell in big laughter. “Later this very expensive sand-fish wing, we should ask Mum not to buy, I should send her thank-you letter.”

     I replied to him in big laughter: “Quick, you go write to her, I will translate your letter, haha!”

　　There was one day he came home from work early, I took the chance he forgot having seen Chinese pork jerky (Bak Kwa), quickly hid the pork jerky away, and then took it out using scissors to cut into square pieces, put these into a pot, then hid the pot in the blanket. Right that day he had a blocked nose, when going to sleep he needed the woolen blanket, I in a moment forgot this hidden precious pot of mine, was lying at one side, feeling at ease reading Chapter 1000 of the “Water Margin” a Chinese classic novel.

　 He was lying on bed, in hands was the pot, he looked then looked to study it, I raised my head, so bad, he found out this“King Solomon’s treasure”of mine, I quickly grasped the pot from his hands, saying: “This is not for you to eat, is medicine, is Chinese medicine.”

　“My nose is blocked, right on I should take Chinese medicine.” He put a handful of it to his mouth, I was tempered, but could not ask him to spit out, just had to stop voice. “So sweet, what is this?”

　 I unhappily replied to him: “Throat lozenge, to give coughing person to smooth the throat.”

　“Throat lozenge made from meat? I am fooled?”

　The following day waking up, I found he had taken a big half of the pot to give away to colleagues; from that day on, whenever his colleagues saw me, all of them then pretended to cough so to cheat for my Chinese “medicine” pork jerky, not exclusively non-eating-pork Muslim ones do. (Later on I did not give these to our Muslim friends, otherwise that would be lack of moral respect.)

    Anyway husband and wife marriage life is always around eating, other time busy is with earning money for eating, was indeed not very interesting. One day I made rice rolls, which is Japanese sushi, using sea-weeds to wrap rice, inside I also added on some pork floss.

　Jose this time rejected to eat. “What, you give me to eat printed blue paper, carbon paper?”

　I slowly asked him, “You really do not want to eat?”

　“Not eat, not eat.”

　 Good, I overjoyed, ate a great pile of sushi.

　“Open your mouth, let me see?”, he commanded.

　“See, there is no blue colour, I used the reversed face of the carbon paper, it could not dye on my mouth.” Anyway often bluffing, I often in that way to make fun.

　"You are the Queen of boast, true then untrue, really hateful, to tell the truth, what is it?”

　“You totally do not know China, I am quite disappointed about my husband.” I replied to him, again ate my sushi.

　He was tempered, use chopstick clipped then clipped one, on the face full of tragically determined expression like a hero heading to battle field, chewed for quite a while, then spitted out, “It is, is sea-weed.”

　I jumped up in delight: “Yes, yes, you are so smart!” Was again about to jump, got from him a pat on the head.

  Chinese stuffs we then have quickly eaten up, my “Chinese restaurant” also could not make out any more dishes, Western dishes were again back on table. Jose came home from work, surprisingly seeing I was making beef steak, very unexpectedly, but happily, he called: “Half a life already. Also have french-fries? “So I got him eat beef steak for three days, then he seemed to lose appetite, a small bite not eat.

　“Is it that you are tired by work? Do you want to go to sleep for a while then again up to eat?”  This “yellow faced old hateful wife” is sometimes tender.

　“Not ill, it is that I do not eat well.”

　Hearing this I jumped up. “Do not eat well? Do not eat well? Do you know how expensive is beef steak?”

　“Not that, wife, I want to eat ‘rain’, still the dishes sent from your mum are the best.”

   "All right, Chinese restaurant will be open twice per week, how do you think? You want how often the ‘rain’ to fall?"

　One day Jose came back home saying to me: “Well done, today my big boss asked me to come.”

 　“To give you a pay rise?” My eyes were lighted.

    “No”

　I grasped him, scratched on his skin. “No? You are fired? My God, we…”

　“Don’t grasp me, you are so nervous, you please listen, my big boss said, in our company everyone has been invited to our home for meal, only him and his wife were not invited, he was awaiting you to invite him to have Chinese cuisine.”

　“Your big boss wants me to prepare dishes? Not do, not do, not invite him, inviting your colleagues I am happy to, inviting boss it is unavoidably awkward, person like me, again need to talk a bit in formal way, you know, I…” I still wanted to loudly tell him about Chinese so-called spirit, again could not explain clearly, again seeing Jose’s facial expression, this ‘spirit’ word is better kept not spelt out!

　The following day he asked me, “Hey, do we have bamboo shoots?”

　“We have these so many chopsticks, aren’t they bamboo shoots?”

　He gazed at me. “My big boss said he wants to eat bamboo shoots slices stirred with mushroom.” Darling, this big boss is really one who has seen the world, could not underestimate him a foreigner.

   “Good, tomorrow evening please invite him and wife to dinner, no problem, he wants bamboo shoots bamboo can be grown.”

　Jose affectionately looked at me, since our marriage this was the first time he looked at me like a lover such a way, this made me quite flattered, only that day my hair was messy, make-up was terribly like a ghost.

　　The following evening, I firstly made well three courses, also kept slow fire, arranged table with candles, covered table with white colour table-cloth, added on a red table-runner, everything was extra-ordinarily gorgeous. That meal both the guests and hosts were very delighted, not only the dishes were delicious in all aspects colour, smell and taste, I this wife and host also had make-up neatly, was even wearing long dress.

    After the meal, Jose’s boss and wife when leaving for home, still especially said to me: “If in the future our Public Affairs Department has vacancy, hope that you can come to work with us, be a part of our company.” My eyes were lighted. This all thanks to the “Bamboo shoots slices stirred with mushroom”.

　Sending off the boss, it was already late at night, I quickly changed from long dress to jeans, hair tied up with rubber band, did the dish-washing, back to my Cinderella nature. Jose was very happy, asked me from behind, “Hey, this bamboo shoots slices stirred with mushroom was really delicious, where did you find bamboo shoots?”

　 I did not stop washing dishes, asked him: “Which bamboo shoots?”

  “The bamboo shoots we had this evening!”

  I burst into laughter: “Oh, you are saying that cucumber stirred with mushroom?”

　“What, you, you, you fool me that's fine, even dare to fool my boss?”

　“I did not fool him, this was his whole life the best one time eating delicate bamboo shoots slices stirred with mushroom, this remark was he himself made.”

　　Jose held me in his arms, dish washing soap and water all shed on his beard, he said: “Long live, long live, you are that smart monkey, that monkey king who has 72 magical tricks, called… called… what is his name then…”

  I patted on his head, “called Monkey King The Great, Sun Wu Kong (*translator's note: Monkey King Sun Wu Kong is a protagonist in Chinese classic novel Journey To The West authored by Wu Cheng'en, is by legend a very smart monkey transformed from a special stone after thousands of years, who has learnt to marvel 72 magical tricks, entitled Monkey King then later on named as Sun Wu Kong who then helped to escort Táng dynasty Táng Xuan Zhuang master monk overcoming numerous challenges on a long journey from China to the west, successfully obtained Buhdism valuable books from Buhdism cradle India transferred to China, then popularised Buhdism religion in China.) This time you could not again forget then.”

[ End of story ]

Images below: Chinese dishes mentioned in Sanmao's story above. Sourced: internet various webpages.

粉丝煮鸡汤 Vermicelli with chicken soup

蚂蚁上树 Ants climbing a tree

合子饼 Chive pocket cake

猪肉干 Pork jerky (bak kwa)

笋片炒冬菇 Bamboo shoots slices stirred with mushroom

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A NEW BEGINNING

The day you go to get your new puppy always has a bit of magic about it. It is a day of anticipation and excitement, dreams and possibilities, hopes and aspirations. Puppies have a way of reducing even the most serious adult to spontaneous displays of childlike delight. This is part of their charm. A puppy touches something very deep in us, and when we first hold one in our arms it is easy to be swept away with blind enthusiasm. Who would suspect the challenge that awaits us?

Nevertheless, a puppy’s “magic” is deceiving. Whether this day is truly blessed remains to be seen, and so we offer a word of caution: enthusiasm that is not grounded in reality—not supported by knowledge and understanding—has a way of fizzling when ordinary problems develop. Once the puppy passes the novelty stage, once he becomes a familiar part of your household, the true nature of the relationship becomes apparent, and second thoughts may arise. New owners can quickly lose interest. Always keep in mind that a sustained relationship requires a more substantial foundation than mere enthusiasm.

Beyond the joy and emotion of getting a puppy—beyond the good feelings this new bundle of life inspires in us—lies a deeper, more profound reality that should be the anchor of any relationship with a dog: adoption. Adopting a puppy means bringing him into the heart of your home, and developing a healthy relationship demands plenty of hard work and dedication from you—especially now, at the beginning. The day you adopt a puppy begins a new phase in his existence, one rooted in his earliest experiences yet now poised to take fresh expression in your life. How he develops now depends largely on you. The puppy is no longer the breeder’s, no longer his mother’s. Today he becomes your puppy, a new member of your family, and this means you become parent, companion, pack leader—the puppy’s closest friend.

If this sounds sentimental or idealistic to you, think again. Canines are among the most sociable species in the animal kingdom. Whereas a wolf pup is naturally integrated into the wider pack with his brothers and sisters, your pup does not have that possibility. Instead, he adapts himself by establishing his closest social bonds with you and those you live with, treating all of you as his fellow pack members. It is now up to you to teach your pup his proper role in your pack family, a process that begins the moment you adopt him.

As we have seen over and over again, a puppy builds on previous experiences, and this is especially true of his first few days in your home. Good habits start from the beginning. Planning ahead, taking the time and energy necessary to help your pup make a smooth transition to his new home, increases the probability that his good behavior will continue to develop into maturity. The opposite is also true. High amounts of stress, careless house-training procedures, pampering, and improper discipline, to name just a few potential problems, can get the relationship off to a rocky start and lead to serious problems later on. Since it is reasonable to assume that this puppy will be an intimate part of your life for the next ten to fifteen years, you should put serious thought and effort into these first few days in order to establish a sound framework for the future.

With this in mind, let us take a detailed look at your pup’s first few days with you. During this time, the guiding principle should be to minimize unnecessarily stressful experiences and to establish a natural rhythm to which your puppy can easily adjust. Since there is so much to remember, having a clear set of guidelines will help bring order and understanding to a potentially chaotic period and reduce stress for you and your puppy. The following suggestions will get you and your dog off to a good start, one that you will appreciate in the months and years to come. “In my beginning is my end.”

At the Breeder’s

A puppy should be adopted only when someone can stay with him most of the time during the first week to promote house-training and socialization. This may mean sacrificing a week of vacation; however, the long-term benefits make it worthwhile. Speak with the breeder in advance and arrange to pick up your puppy on the morning of the first day of a long weekend or planned vacation. This will allow the puppy to spend most of the first day with you and will hasten his adjustment to both you and your home.

Ask your breeder not to give the puppy food or water on the morning of pickup. Most do this routinely, but it is best to confirm. Fasting will not harm the pup and reduces the likelihood that he will get carsick and vomit on the way home. Also, we advise that you bring at least one other adult with you, since it is difficult to drive and watch the puppy at the same time. If you have a long trip ahead of you, you might consider carrying a crate in the car; however, if you do this, you should have the breeder expose the pup to a crate several days beforehand.

If your puppy has already been selected for you, you will naturally want to spend some time with him when you arrive at the breeder’s. When you first meet your pup, sit or crouch down to his level and start playing with him. We like clients to take ten or fifteen minutes to make friends with the pup before we start answering particular questions and going over the necessary paperwork. This gives the new owners’ initial excitement and anticipation a chance to subside and helps everyone pay closer attention to instructions during the interview.

New owners ordinarily have lots of questions for the breeder, so it is wise to make a list of them beforehand. In addition to specific questions about the way the puppy was raised and the type of personality he possesses (in the litter as well as by himself), you should ask how he scored on his Puppy Aptitude Test (see appendix). The results will suggest specific guidelines for handling your particular pup andwill help you avoid management errors during the first weeks.

Make sure that you get a written record of the immunizations and wormings your puppy has received. If your pup is purebred, you should be given a copy of his pedigree and the AKC registration slip. Though you may have a particular type of dog food in mind for your pup, it is always best to continue feeding the brand that the puppy is currently eating for several more days, gradually changing to the new brand. Sudden shifts in diet add stress and can lead to diarrhea or loss of appetite. If you do not plan to use the brand chosen by the breeder, ask if he can give you several days’ supply to help with the weaning process.

The Ride Home

Keep the ride home as relaxed and low-key as possible, allowing whoever accompanied you to do the driving. Unless you are using a dog crate, cover your lap and the seating area next to you with a towel or old bedsheet in case the puppy gets carsick. Let the pup ride in either location, and keep one hand in gentle contact with him. It is best to avoid any kind of coddling or doting behavior, especially if the pup starts to whine, since this only reinforces whining as an attention-getting behavior. A certain amount of whimpering is to be expected; if things get too noisy, try putting the pup on the floor between your feet: the vibrations of the car often have a calming effect. Do not punish the pup for whining or vomiting. On the way home, stop periodically and let the puppy stretch his legs, but stay away from any area that is frequented by other dogs, since your pup is not yet fully vaccinated and is vulnerable to contagious diseases.

Introduction to the House

When you arrive home, first take the puppy outdoors to the spot you have chosen for his soiling area and wait for him to eliminate. Normally after a car ride the puppy will have to relieve himself, and when he does so, be sure to praise him enthusiastically. Then bring the puppy into the house and allow him to walk around and explore, keeping an eye on him from a distance. Do not be surprised if the pup seems a little disoriented at first. Even the most outgoing puppy will experience strain or confusion in a strange environment, separated from his littermates. Be calm and reassuring, and allow the pup to adjust at his own pace.

If, while exploring, the puppy shows interest in chewing something inappropriate, gently distract him by focusing his attention on a squeak toy or meat-scented nylon bone. Do not discipline the pup at this time. Should your dog not seem interested in the toy or bone, entice him with some play-inducing gestures such as quick clapping or rubbing your hands along the floor. If he starts to follow you around the house, encourage him. Tap the side of your leg (or jingle keys if the pup is used to them) and call his name as you walk, praising him as he comes along and investigates the different rooms. During these first days, whenever your pup begins to focus his attention on you—either to follow or simply tolook up at you—say his name in a cheerful, pleasant tone that encourages him to hold eye contact. These simple dominance exercises quickly teach your pup his name while presenting you as his leader in a way that builds confidence and trust. Conclude the session by crouching down and playing with him on his level for a while.

Keep the introduction to your household quiet and unforced, allowing the process of bonding to develop in a relaxed and gradual manner. For the first few days, it is important not to overwhelm the puppy with visitors who are curious about the new arrival. Don’t introduce your pup to friends and relatives until you are certain he has made a smooth transition, usually after two or three days. Then you may initiate a variety of important socializing experiences, described later.

Usually puppies are not interested in eating as soon as they get home, since everything is unfamiliar. Hold off feeding your puppy for at least a couple of hours until he has begun to settle down. Then offer him some food, and when he has finished eating, take him out to his soiling area and wait for him to eliminate. Puppies typically have to urinate and/or defecate following eating and drinking, waking (short naps included), vigorous play, and chewing a bone. If the pup has not eliminated after ten to fifteen minutes, take him back into the house for several minutes and then try again. Repeat this procedure as necessary. When he does finish, praise the puppy and again bring him into the house. He should now be ready for a nap.

Young puppies require plenty of sleep and should have several naps during the day. Choose an area that is safe for the pup when he cannot be supervised and that is not isolated from family activity. Usually the best location for this is the kitchen, since it is large enough for the dog to move around in and can be easily blocked off with one or two gates. Make sure the area is puppy-proofed for anything that could be dangerous, such as electric cords, small and chewable objects (rubber galoshes, shoes, etc.), and anything made of wood. We also recommend adding a shipping crate to serve as the pup’s den during the day. As described in the next chapter, throughout the early stages of house-training you will be keeping your pup alternately in either of these two confined areas. For this first nap, leave the door of the crate open (you can tie it so that it does not shut if the pup knocks into it) and place comfortable bedding or fake fur in the crate itself. Puppies will naturally seek the security of the den atmosphere on their own. Do not be concerned if the pup initially starts to whine in his confined area; wait for him to relax and fall asleep and then periodically check on him to see when he wakes. At that time, take the puppy out to his soiling area and let him eliminate.

During these first few days, you will need to pick the puppy up from time to time to help him get around; young puppies are rarely conditioned to a leash at the breeder’s, and it may take at least several days for the dog to be relaxed with the lead. While you should encourage a pup to walk on his own whenever possible, unfamiliar experiences such as going up stairs may initially require some help. There is a right and a wrong way to pick up your puppy.

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Touch Me (2/15)

Summary: Fire and water do not mix, but that’s not going to stop Richie and Stan.

Warnings for the entire fic: Discrimination, Canon-Typical Violence, Imprisonment, Paranoia, Flashbacks, Panic Attacks, Sexual Harassment, and one instance of Attempted Sexual Assault. Message me privately for more detail if need be. Please have a safe experience with this fic!

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Every day, Richie comes home at approximately 7:23pm. He walks in the front door, kicks off his work boots, and smiles at Stan with a story about work on the tip of his tongue. Dinner is almost prepared, because Stan starts it early, and by the time Richie finishes his story, it’s set out on the table. It’s routine. At 8:09, he isn’t home yet. Stan’s texts and calls go unanswered. He’s been freaking out for like forty five minutes when it finally occurs to him to call one of his friends for help. If anyone knows what happened to Richie, it would be Beverly. They’re really close friends, close enough that Stan has had a couple of moments early in their relationship where he worried that Richie would leave him for her.

She answers the phone almost immediately. “What’s up?”

“Have you seen Richie?”

“Not since this morning, why?”

If Beverly hasn’t seen him, then where would he have gone? Sure, Richie could just be getting something to surprise Stan with, but he knows how much he worries so he would at least text. Something is wrong. Maybe he lost his temper and got arrested. Maybe someone mugged him and now he’s bleeding out in an alley. Maybe someone realized that he has new scars and oh my god that’s probably it and Stan can’t breathe because Richie is in so much trouble and he’s in so much trouble and he can’t breathe and-

“Stan? Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on.”

He struggles to inhale. The air seems to get caught in his throat. Stan tries again a couple more times before he can gather his thoughts enough to explain to Bev that Richie isn’t home, and that he won’t answer his phone. Reluctantly, he tells her what happened, and how they had touched. His voice shakes as he describes the power that he felt, and the residual marks on his skin that now seem to be a reminder of how badly he’s messed up. He walks over to the TV as he walks and turns it on to see if Richie might be on the news. As awful as it is, he thinks he’d be happy to see Richie getting hit by a car or something if it means that he’ll be okay.

Just as he’s flipping through the channels, Beverly’s voice in his ear suddenly demands, “Turn to channel seven!”

That’s the station it’s already on when his screen lights up because it’s where he always watches the five o’clock news. A bleach-blonde reporter stands in front of a dump and Stan’s heart drops. Richie works at one. At the bottom of the screen, a bright red BREAKING NEWS banner flashes. Behind it all are at least ten police cars and a van. Every spoken word goes in one ear and out the other. He keeps looking for Richie. When police come out of the yard, dragging a man, cuffed with his head down, the reporter bounds over to them with her questions. No comment from the police. She tries to talk to the man in custody, and he raises his head to the camera with a desperate expression. Richie.

“I didn’t do anything,” he says pleadingly, staring straight into the lens.

Angry, the police force his head down again and shove him into the car.

“Beverly, where- why-”

More and more people are led out by police, all dressed like Richie- pyros. Every last one. Finally Stan tunes into the reporter’s words as she goes over what she calls a raid. There was a riot, or something, with the workers at the lot and now they’re all being detained at a facility specifically designed for pyros. Then she delves into theories about there being camps for pyros where they’re sent to die without trial. Richie could be going to one of those. Once again, Stan finds it hard to draw in a decent breath.

“I’ll be over in a few, okay Stan? Stay calm.”

Stay calm. Like it’s that easy? Beverly hangs up before he can respond and he’s left standing in front of his television. The reporter sends the broadcast back to the studio and Stan numbly turns the television off. All he can think about is what happens if Richie doesn’t come back? So much in the little apartment they share is his and should only be experienced with the ambient noise of Richie’s inane jokes and stupid stories. Even imagining living in their home together feels wrong, disrespectful. His brain rebels against the very idea.

He goes to Richie’s room and observes how different it is from his own. Being in here is strange and foreign, like walking into a stranger’s home. The farthest in he’s ever been is the doorway. Objects are scorched, or partially melted. Sitting on Richie’s messy, unmade covers is a small black box with a dark blue velvet exterior. Stan can’t decide whether or not he wants to know what it is. If it’s what he thinks it might be, it makes his heart ache for an entirely different reason. One foot in front of the other. He steps to the foot of the bed and picks up the box. His hands are shaking. He opens it like it’s spun from glass and might break if he grips too hard or moves too quickly. The interior is all silk, showcasing a silver ring studded with white and blue gemstones.

Stan’s breath catches in his throat.

Before he can spiral too much more, a key jingles in the lock. For a moment, he has a fleeting hope it’s Richie, somehow escaped. Then he remembers that Richie had given Beverly a key not long after they moved in together. Her voice calls his name, but his feet are rooted to the floor. She keeps repeating his name, like she would if Stan was having a melt down and Richie wasn’t around to help. Soft footsteps make their way to Richie’s room and he can feel her presence in the doorway.

“Stan, is that…?”

“Yeah.”

He plucks the ring from its case and slides it onto his left ring finger. It contrasts against his tanned skin, but in a good way. The metal is cold, smooth, and perfectly snug. Tears gather in Stan’s eyes and fight to drip down his cheeks before he hastily wipes them away and turns around.

Beverly is in pajamas, like she had been laying in bed when Stan called, her hair pushed away from her face with a thin black headband. Her normally wide eyes have narrowed considerably in an emotion that Stan can’t identify as they look around the room. Most of his attention is on the ring. He knows Richie like the back of his hand. He knows what this is. They’d never be able to get married, but the fact the proposal, the promise, would be there, makes this all feel that much more real.

“We’re gonna follow Richie,” Bev says suddenly. “We’ll disguise ourselves as pyros and break him out. His clothes’ll be a little big on us, but we can do it.”

She goes to his closet and begins pulling things down. Jackets, pants, gloves, shirts. All of them emanate that rich, smoky smell that always clings to Richie’s skin. He grabs a black sweater and clutches it to his chest. It’s warm. Taunting. More clothes are flung out onto the floor.

“Do you have black leggings, or something? Rich’s pants won’t fit us.”

Stan nods and leaves to go get a couple pairs from his room. The air is less stifling in there. Even as he digs through his drawers, past his usual light colors and shorts and skirts, he can hear the sound of a heavy jacket hitting the floor. In his mind’s eye he can see the leather one that Richie wears when it rains. Sure, it’s water-stained and wearing thin on the elbows, but Richie loves that thing. When they went out to see a movie a year ago, it was pouring and Stan had had his face tilted to the sky to catch raindrops in his mouth while Richie burrowed himself deeper in his coat and squinted his eyes beneath his hat. They had exchanged “I love you”s outside the theater. When he began to shiver, Richie pulled off a glove to create a small flame Stan could warm his hands over.

Richie’s like that, always doing things he shouldn’t because he wants to make everyone happy and comfortable. No one can ever take his place, no one could ever come close to being anything like him. Stan would give up everything just to spend the rest of his life with him.

“Stan.”

He blinks and realizes that he’s standing in the middle of his room, elbow deep in his pants drawer. Beverly looks both annoyed and sympathetic at the same time. In her arms are bundles of clothes, which he knows are the smallest Richie owns from when he was finishing the last of his growth spurts. She nudges him aside and pulls out two pairs, adding them to her pile before dropping it onto Stan’s bed. They both get dressed quickly, neither of them worrying about the other when there are for more pressing matters.

His outfit consists of his leggings, one of Richie’s sweaters, and a pair of black gloves that look like the government issued, but upon closer inspection are just nylon. Was Richie only pretending to be following the law? He turns to Bev, but she seems to have noticed as well and chosen not to comment on it at all. She’s wearing a black tee shirt and a dark grey jacket that hangs off her frame. They look like kids playing dress up as opposed to the dangerous pyros they have to convince everyone they are. Beverly goes so far as to produce a cigarette lighter from the pocket of the pajama pants she wore over. It’s for just in case, she explains when Stan looks at it strangely.

Then she drags him into the bathroom and grabs Richie’s brush to tug through his hair. “Pyros don’t use clips,” she says, reaching for the hair gel Richie sometimes uses to smooth down flyaways. “Most tie their hair back. Pyros with short hair gel it.” A smooth dollop pours out into her palm and she begins massaging it through Stan’s hair. It feels stiff and sticky. In his reflection, he watches her grab the brush again and use it to guide all of his curls back and flat against his skull. She repeats it all on herself and they look at each other, then back to their reflections. Such small changes make them seem like such different people than they actually are.

“I don’t like this, Bev,” Stan says quietly.

“Think about Richie.”

“How do we know he’s not just getting taken for processing or something?”

The look Beverly gives him says it all. He reluctantly nods and grabs her hand for comfort. Her hold is just as tight as his is. Stan wonders for the first time if maybe she’s scared too. He can’t blame her when every time he really thinks about the situation, his heart seems to speed up and then start to break all over again. While Stan looks down and walks out of the bathroom, she pulls out her phone, presumably to call Ben and say goodbye. Wherever it is they’re going, he has a feeling that it’ll be awhile before they come back home.

At this point, giving her the privacy to make her phone call is the least he can do. Beneath the glove, he can faintly see the outline of his ring and reminds him of how badly he wants and needs Richie back. If Bev and the theories the reporter talked about are to be believed, this is something that Richie can’t come back from on his own.

He makes himself a cup of tea in hopes it’ll help him feel better. Richie calls it “leaf water” whenever Stan makes it, to which he responds that it’s better than the coffee. “Bean juice,” Richie always corrects. Earl Grey tastes more bitter than usual, even when Stan adds an extra spoonful of sugar to his mug. This might be his last cup of tea for quite a while, and he finds that maybe he’ll miss that more than he’ll miss the apartment when it’s this empty.

To think, just this morning, Richie and Stan had touched for the first time in years and had been so ecstatic at the fact that they could. They could, they did, and just thinking about it makes Stan’s whole body hum. He feels so warm, all of a sudden, like a fire that starts in his chest and spreads to his fingers and toes like a wave, and he never wants it to end. If it does, he’ll be left feeling even more cold and alone than before.

A few minutes and about three sips of tea Stan can barely bring himself to drink later, Beverly comes out of the bathroom with eyes that are rimmed red, like she’s been crying. “Ben will come up with an excuse for us so that the others don’t find out.”

She then walks into the kitchen and into the pantry. Stan doesn’t have time to ask her what she’s looking for before she grabs a box of Richie’s cereal and reaches in, producing a sleek metal flask. The look on her face when she swallows a mouthful tells him that it’s strong. Why would Richie have that? Why wouldn’t Stan know? Why would she? Beverly holds it out to him invitingly, and he wants to take it.

So he does.

Judging by the taste, it’s probably vodka. His small sip is just enough to give him a pleasant fuzziness at the edge of his thoughts, but any more will probably send him well on his way to inebriation. He hands it back to her. She takes another drink, then replaces it amongst the Lucky Charms that Richie insists are the best cereal to ever grace the Earth with their presence.  

“The trucks leave in an hour,” Bev says. “So we should probably get going, right?”

“Right.”

After a very tense car ride, Stan finds himself in the middle of a grungy lot. It’s packed with pyros, all agitated and bristling with heat and anger. The air feels so heavy around Stan that it’s hard to breathe. Bev squeezes his hand and pulls some of the heat away from him, something he’s infinitely thankful for. If he had somehow managed to come up with and execute this plan on his own, he’d lose it here without her. Steam rises off his skin inside his clothes, dampening them beyond comfort.

They begin looking around for Richie, occasionally calling his name but refusing to separate just in case. More than anything, they get nasty looks from people they jostle as they make their way through the crowd. Every step feels heavier and harder. Stan can’t help but wonder if they made a mistake, and Richie isn’t even here. Just as he’s about to tell Beverly, he spots him.

Richie.

He’s standing around, looking lost and afraid. The expression doesn’t seem to fit his face. “Richie!” Stan screams, pulling on Bev to try and help her see too.

Richie jerks and scans the crowd, like he’s looking for the source of his name. His eyes are wide and even more afraid. Before Stan can say it again, a police officer grabs Richie by the neck in one gloved hand and drags him toward the front of the lot. Stan can feel his heartbeat in his tongue. As the officer drags him along, trucks pull up just beyond the edge of the fence, huge semis with unmarked sides. When they park, their backs open up. They’re going to be packed in there like sardines. Stan’s stomach rebels against being in such close quarters with so many people he doesn’t know in the dark.

The officer keeps pulling Richie, outside the fence, and into the first truck in the row, shoving him in seeming to yell something that Stan can’t hear this far away. Suddenly, more and more pyros are being taken to the truck, officers grabbing one each each arm. It doesn’t occur to Stan why they don’t fight until someone grabs him and Beverly. The hand on his throat is tight, any tighter and he’ll start to suffocate. His feet barely brush the ground like a ragdoll’s because he can’t move as quickly as the officer wants him too. One glance to the officer’s other side shows Beverly struggling to breathe and her feet continuously going out from under her. Real, tangible fear fills his mouth with a coppery taste that reminds him of blood. Before he knows it, he’s being released and pushed into a truck.

“Richie?” He says hopefully.

Nothing.

“Wrong truck,” Beverly deadpans. “But we’ll probably wind up at the same place, so don’t panic, okay?”

It’s a little late for that sentiment, but Stan still nods and tries to keep himself from freaking out too much. As more and more people are packed in beside him, it gets harder to breathe the warm air and avoid touching anyone. Bev’s calming presence at his side is all that’s keeping him from losing it, he’s entirely sure. For the first time he realizes that she’s starting to shake. When he touches her forehead, she’s breaking out in a sweat. Keeping him cool is probably hurting and overheating her too much. He should tell her that it’s okay, but he’s afraid of what’ll happen if he gets too warm.

“Will we be okay?” he whispers.

“I hope so.”

At some point later, he falls asleep

What feels like an eternity later, he wakes up to the rumble of the truck’s engine suddenly cutting off with a sound not unlike the cough of an old smoker. The back of the truck opens, and people begin to spill out, stretching sore muscles and clearing their throats. Finally, finally, Stan can take a real breath again. The area they’re in reeks. It’s a sort of circular area, surrounded by high barbed wire fences and with watch towers are spaced around, with faces peering out from behind the thick glass. The central area includes piles of trash, which is what stinks in the heat of the sun beating down on Stan’s head. Other than that, there are three huge but squat rectangular buildings. Groups of men and women in dirty, ragged beige clothes come outside to watch everyone. None of them have gloves on, but some raise their burning hands in warning to the new arrivals.

Stan grabs Beverly’s arm and pulls her to him. He doesn’t belong here. Not that any of them do, but he isn't even a pyro. The moment they’re discovered, the pyros will probably kill them. Even if they fail, the government will swoop in and most certainly do it. He turns back to the entrance to the area, where the truck is. No others are here, meaning that they probably aren’t coming. That means no Richie. All of this was in vain, he and Bev are going to die in here and Richie will never get the chance to return home and live out the long life that he deserves.

“They’ll tell you what to do,” the truck driver barks, jerking his head at the people who’ve come out of the buildings, before he turns, climbs back into his truck with some difficulty, and begins to leave.

Now that he’s paying attention, he realizes how many more people are already here than were on the truck. They look skinny, underfed, and unhappy. Their hair is greasy, matted up, and messily tied out of their grimy faces. They’ve been here for a long time, perhaps too long.

A young woman with short hair and dark eyes steps forward and claps her hands together. She reminds Stan of an enthusiastic speaker at a high school. “Hey, welcome to hell. My name is Bella. In case you don’t know where the fuck you are- which I can’t imagine- we’re at a ‘correctional facility-’” -she uses air quotes around those two words- “-for Pyros who misbehave. We get up at seven each morning, have breakfast, and get to work by eight. You know how to incinerate, that’s probably what you were doing before you came. We work until eight at night, have dinner, and then we have free time until lights out at ten. From left to right, you have the bathrooms, then the barracks, then the kitchens. Don’t be a dick to people, and we won’t have a problem, yeah?” Bella nods to herself, or the crowd, Stan can’t tell. “Any questions?”

No one says anything, so she smiles and waves everyone over to the building she designated as barracks. “No work today so you can adjust and don’t riot, or something. Grab a pillow and a sheet and find an empty bed. That’s your home until you transfer or die, whatever comes first.”

From outside, the barracks don’t seem so large, but inside they house at least fifty bunk beds with narrow walking space between them. Huge skylights cast a hazy glow through the dusty space. More than anything, Stan wants to scrub it all top to bottom, but he’s being ridiculous and he knows it. People are already grabbing their bedding and claiming mattresses, so Stan hurries along to make sure that he and Bev can get ones next to each other. They’re lucky to find a pair, top and bottom, in one of the less densely populated corners. It’s shrouded in darkness, unreached by the sun through gritty glass stained more yellow than clear.

“Breathe, Stan,” Bev says gently.

He takes a breath in, lets it out. Everything around him makes him uneasy and sick and anxious and jesus fuck, he just wants to go home and fall asleep on the couch with his head in Richie’s lap, a stupid B-List movie blaring from their TV in the background. Already, Stan knows that he won’t be able to come close to a good night’s sleep in the crowded, stuffy, and soon to be overheated barracks.

Bev takes him back outside as soon as they have their stuff set down so that they can meet some of the other pyros. Those who came with them on the truck are stripping off their gloves and outer layers with relieved sighs. It must be nice to be so free out in the open when normally, they’re bundled up to contain all the power within them. Stan and Bev copy them. Most immediately let themselves burn. Now that they’re all uncontained, there’s so much emotion that it’s almost tangible. Some get quiet. Some laugh. Some yell. Some cry. All of them look so human. They pull each other into hugs. Everyone is burning. Someone grabs Bella and kisses her and she says something about how she understands. More and more of the pyros kiss and cling to each other.

“We’ll look weird,” Bev hisses, and grabs Stan to kiss him too. He’s frozen, unable to move. His entire body is screaming wrong wrong wrong wrong. She’s too small and her lips are too thin and her hold on his neck is too tight and she just isn’t Richie. Bev pulls back just enough to whisper, “I’m sorry,” and then they’re kissing again and Stan still hasn’t moved. He wants to scream. At some point he starts crying and maybe that’s a good thing, because it’ll help them fit in even more.

He has to pull away far sooner than the pyros because he feels sick. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Beverly wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. At the very least, she looks almost as disgusted as he feels. It’s not offensive, it makes sense. Stan has more subtlety when he does it, but it’s too late. Bella catches his eye and begins to walk over. He panics and tries to think of another solution, but can’t find one. His feet betray his desire to run and stay firmly rooted to the ground.

“You’re not pyros. Either of you,” she says.

Stan opens his mouth to respond but nothing comes out.

“What’re your names?”

Thankfully, Bev interjects. “I’m Beverly, this is Stan.”

“And why’re you here?” There can’t possibly be a good explanation.  Nothing comes to mind, and Bev seems to be blanking as well. “You’re looking for someone, aren’t you? It’s written on your faces.”

“My boyfriend,” Stan blurts out. “He- he’s in trouble because we touched, and I need to bring him home.”

“You’re a hydro?”

Her eyes are wide and eyebrows raised and she reaches out to touch him. Her fingertips skim his collarbone, making him flinch from the sting, and come away like they’ve been dipped in platinum.

“This is… interesting,” she says slowly, and turns to Bev. “You?”

“Thermo. I’m a good friend of Richie and Stan. Richie’s his boyfriend. And he isn’t here, he got sent to another camp.”

Bella nods and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She almost says more, but seems to catch herself and instead turns her attention to other pyros again. A young man with shoulder length hair grabs her and kisses her, but over her shoulder, he’s staring at Stan. It makes him uneasy, and he turns away.

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Swim parkas is the common piece of swimwear seen on the pool deck, and one of the useful cloth that can be use around the pool or beach. Parkas are part winter jacket, part blanket, part changing room, and part gear storage unit it’s like all in one unit coat.

Swim parkas are unisex outerwear piece of swimming accessories, designed to keep swimmers warm before and after swim practices, and also between events at swim meets. The core components of a parka are a water resistant exterior, a large hood, fleece lining, pockets, and a zipper down the front. Using that basic framework, many manufacture in Australia have taken their deck coat and swim parkas on the next level, incorporating new fabrics, extra pockets, customization options, and more comfortable with body fitting.

People trust the nova swimwear because of brand loyalty and its outstanding fabric quality. Nova Swimwear in Australia has been standing around for so long time that it's pretty much guaranteed their products are well designed and properly manufactured. Following are the some basic qualities that nova swimwear are providing in there swim parka:

•             It’s totally one hundred percent nylon from outside with water proof quality.

•             Have a great hood attached.

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•             Flexible elastic cuffs

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•             Available size range is from adult XS to XXL

•             It have fleece or faux fur lining inside

•             Available in blue and navy blue color

Whenever the summer comes girls go for shopping because they love shopping for their swimwear to enjoy the summer on the beach or pool. Buying the swimwear for girls is a tough task. Swim parka is an essential accessories for swimming either your women or men. It’s a unisex outerwear used before and after swimming. Swim parkas are usually a swimmers' most valued piece of gear that never actually goes in the pool. Instead, parkas are designed to keep swimmers warm and comfortable out of the water before and after swimming. Parkas for swimmers are essentially long coats with a warm lining, a generous hood, and a waterproof exterior. The essential components of parkas don't vary much from brand to brand, but each model has some unique features.

The Swim Parka is one essential swimming gear we rarely use in the water, probably because they are not the sleekest swimwear out there, nor are they the most affordable.

Swim Parkas are the epitome of versatility; they can act as winter jackets, a blanket, a changing room, and a gear storage unit. Their main purpose, though, is to keep you warm between races or laps and before a big competition. To prevent a poor performance caused by low body temperatures you have to keep your body temperature moderate, you need to bundle up in between events, and nothing can do better than a swim parka. Parkas are made with hoods and a fleece-lined interior with an outer shell that is water-proof. They are virtually similar across all brands, but each of them has different features as we expressed above.

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boys swimwear Australia helps men to protect from sun and UV rays. So they can have a lot of fun with water. Nova swimwear puts all efforts to design this chlorine resistant swimwear for their customers. These designs include jammer, brief and trunk. We have all ranges of sizes for every type of body.  In this summer season, people want to take a quick dip in the pool. So the sun is on the top of your head. It can burn your skin. We want craft and design in addition to resistance from sunburn. Fabric- After taking a bath on the beach, if you are going home with wet bathers, it is not good for you or anybody. Search out for comfortable fabric. It has features that it can dry up quickly. It should have chlorine-resistance characteristics. It helps to keep swimsuits in good shape and color for longer periods of time. You will have to spend a considerable amount of money out of your pocket to purchase new swimwear. Hence, you are concerned about the returns that you are getting out of your swimwear.

If you are going home with wet bathers, it is not good for you or anybody. Search out for comfortable fabric. It has features that it can dry up quickly. It should have chlorine-resistance characteristics. It helps to keep swimsuits in good shape and color for longer periods of time. You will have to spend a considerable amount of money out of your pocket to purchase new swimwear. Hence, you are concerned about the returns that you are getting out of your swimwear. In fact, you expect them to last for a longer period. Therefore, we encourage you to go ahead and purchase Girls Australian Made Chlorine Tough Swimwear.

Pool water is always chlorinated with chemicals. Nova Swimming Wear develops chlorine-resistant swimming for its swimming clients, such as boys swimwear Australia. Our products are completely Australian made swimming clothes. Early skin diseases are common but you also have to sit in the sun. We make women to spend stress-free moments under the sun.

After that, you can proceed to the checkout. Upon completion of payment, you can keep your fingers crossed and your swimwear will be delivered to the home.

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