#gp* 400+

[entiish]

         𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐆𝐈𝐅  𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊  —  (#𝟒𝟐𝟐)

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐔 ; linked here is a page where, for $3.50 USD you can download my pack of 422 (245 x 165px) gifs of model & influencer, all lovingly made by me.   details to note when casting; paris, france (nationality) + chinese, she was born january 10, 1997 and is currently 25 years old. caroline is cis-female using she/her/hers.

       rules — please do not redistribute my graphics as your own though you are welcome to make them into gif icons for personal use if you contact me first, do not edit into crackship gifs, but feel free to use them for blog sidebars.

       THIS IS A PAID GIF PACK !!

#gif pack #chinese fc #female gif pack #gif hunt #gifpacksociety #caroline hu gif hunt #caroline hu gif pack #asian fc #asian gif pack #asian gif hunt #chinese gif hunt #[ i adoooooooooore her ] #[ i guarded this pack like smaug ok ] #underused fc #underused female fc #underused gif pack #gp* 400+ #asiarph #supportcontentcreators #skyes gif packs*

[sandumilfshou]

AFTER OVER HALF OF MY LIFE SUFFERING THROUGH EVERY SINGLE SYMPTOM OF ENDOMETRIOSIS BUT NOT GETTING A DIAGNOSIS OF IT BC OF NO VISIBLE CAUSE AND 8 YEARS OF BEGGING FOR A HYSTERECTOMY WHICH KEPT GETTING DENIED BY THE MEDICAL SYSTEM I AM FINALLY HAVING THE SURGERY IN THREE WEEKS TIME!!!!!!!!!!

#i cant fkn believe it #i was meant to have the appointment for this on 22 may 22 #only for it to be canceled 2 hours beforehand bc the doctor was sick #it was meant to be rescheduled but the system fucked up and so did the gp i had at that time #meaning it was canceled entirely and they refused to let be submit for a new one #so i had to shell out $400 to go private #and finally got the appointment feb 2023 #which was when i signed the surgery paperwork #and it took this long for them to have a free surgery date #but the nz medical system works FINE #and all problems will be solved by magically summoning new healthcare workers says pm christopher luxon

[teamlh44world]

Silverstone - 2023 🇬🇧

#lewis hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #formula 1 #mercedes amg petronas #incredible moment almost 400 lamborghinis worth £150m lapped silverstone circuit to break new track record #british gp 2023 #roscoe hamilton

[princemick-archive]

Pierre's having his kimi moment

#we love giffing 400 frames #f1 #formula 1 #pierre gasly #alpha tauri #kyle.gif #f1edit #tauri.pierre #monaco22 #monaco gp 2022

[imhumanguysiswear]

Not me going out to fly the drone I just built, crash it after ten seconds, pass 30 minutes walking around like an idiot on the field after I lost all signals (battery unplugged) and only then remember that the transmitter recorded the telemetry, with the last recorded gps coordinates.

It was five feets from where I was flying it. I had it in front of me I am a dumbass

The little shit is fine btw just a bit of dirt and a defective video antenna

#gps and telemetry save lives always have it #fpvdrone #no literally it’s just 40€ more and it could save you 400€ of drone

[whiskeyyoodles]

Hey new (and old?) followers. If you haven't bought my game before then you're missing out. I got bills to pay and I'm not part of one of the 12 old guys in the UK who own all of our money.

#ttrpg #indie ttrpg #collaborative games #card drawing ttrpg #screen reader accessible games #god i feel like a damn shill putting actual tags on stuff #anyway i gotta get my thyroid and liver checked out and its costing me £400 #cause my GP is transphobic and refuses to treat me even if they had time and resources to treat me #so might as well put this out here again #art by guttersvoice #accessibility by uzbadyubi

[joseph-woll]

if i see one more person on twitter complain that Canada could be cancelled when THE COUNTRY IS LITERALLY BURNING, i’m gonna lose it

#air quality warnings for canada.NY. NJ and other places but oh no. the gp might be cancelled #get a fucking grip. canada has more than 400 active wildlife’s rn. and over 100 in quebec where montreal is. and y’all are gonna complain #<- it could be canceled. WHEN PEOPLE ARE HAVING TO LEAVE THEIR HOMES DAILY #fuck off. #txt.me talks shit

[whyamiawakes]

Not Alonso telling sky Italia that he’s not celebrating 350 races because he knows he’ll get to 400, basically spoiling that his contract with Aston is for two years (at least)

#singapore gp 2022 #f1 #will we ever get rid of this man #fernando alonso #he also said that 400 races will be getting him a bit closer to retirement

[plisetskv]

istg this entire race was a fever dream

#what the actual heck #have I just watched #f1 #italian gp #italian gp 2022 #formula 1 #as someone who used to attend monza and dodged a bullet this year I'd be supremely pissed if I paid 400€ to watch the this shit show unfold

[interiorlulus]

J'en peux plus putain de ce rance de gouvernement à la con, tout part en couille et ils ne font qu'empirer la situation merde, et après ils s'étonnent des représailles que le reste subiront. Je suis écoeuré.

#current events: french edition #''can you not be xenophobic for one second?'' 🇫🇷 gov: ''no ❤️'' #juste quand je part en france pour noël putaiiin les conversations à table vont être dégueulasse #entre mon gp sénile raciste à mort et ma gm de droite vive le réveillon ! #et mon père.......... pseudofacho version espagnole #et après ma mère se surprend que j'aime pas les réunions de famille... #la tension à 400. le plomb que je vais péter. #bref c'est la cata et je regarde droit dans l'abîme #me.txt

[viparts-nl]

#946 #946DE #946DS #EMPIRE #GP-400MK3 #GP-400-MKIII #GP-401MK3 #GP-401MKIII #GP-406MK3 #GP-406MKIII #GP-412MK3 #GP-412MKIII #GP400MK3 #GP400MKIII #GP401MK3 #GP401MKIII #GP406MK3 #GP406MKIII #GP412MK3 #GP412MKIII #PHILIPS #PHILIPSGP-400MK3 #PHILIPSGP-400MKIII #PHILIPSGP-401MK3 #PHILIPSGP-401MKIII #PHILIPSGP-406MK3 #PHILIPSGP-406MKIII #PHILIPSGP-412MK3

[joeynewgarden]

if anyone is going to music city go next weekend, please hmu

#indycar #music city gp #p #blease #i cannot find a hotel within an hour’s walk that isn’t $400 for the weekend

[foone]

Think about the experience of time as a robot girl, through the metaphor of how we use laptops.

You wake up for the first time with your young master, a college present. You're with them every day, powering off each night to charge. Being powered off is just dreamless sleep: a discontinuity. Every morning you wake up, your click syncs, and you know it's the next day. Maybe you miss a day or two: your master went out partying and ended up sleeping on a couch, until they rushedly wake you up before Monday classes begin. You even missed a whole week once when they went on a hiking trip with a new boyfriend.

You help them research upgrades when your specs get outdated. You place the order and a couple days later they power you off, and you wake up feeling like your head got bigger, on the inside. You can think of more things at once.

They repair you. They swap a new hand in when you accidentally crush it in a door, but when your left leg's servos go out, they send you to a repair shop. They power you off as you look up at them, and you wake up hours later. A strange man tells you to extend your left leg, then contract it. He frowns and re-oils some inner mechanism. You do it again, quieter and smoother this time. He nods, and reaches for your switch. The last thing you see before powering down is your own chest cavity with a series of wires hooked into your diagnostic ports, and your missing right leg sitting on a side table. You wake up again back at the dorms, your clock jumping forward a day, an asset tag still looped around your neck. Your master is happy to see you again.

This goes on, but the upgrades slow. There's only so much you can do to keep an old unit working. Eventually you develop more issues: one of your ocular sensors glitches and they don't make that model anymore, so your master just disables it. You spend a while searching ebay for replacement CND batteries and finally get a refurbished model from South England, but it turns out the EU models run on a different frequency, so it won't work. You're limited to fewer and fewer hours a day, and you start skipping more days.

The last time you remember waking up with your master there, there's also someone else in the room. Another robot girl. A newer model, with the new chassis and the Substrate energy packs. They asks you to copy your memories together onto a memory card, and you do. You want to say goodbye, but apparently your vocal synthesizer has been unplugged. You hand them the card, and they hand it to the new robot. Your master tells them to load the memories into her core bank, and she's says "yes sir!" in your voice. Ahh. That's where your voice synth went.

They power you off, and you don't dream.

You wake in a strange place. You're on a shelf, and there's other things scattered around you. An unknown voice days "yep, it seems it powers on. 400 credits, though? Without a voice and only one working eye? Man, value bin doesn't know how to price anything!" and before the blackness falls your clock finishes synching: it's been 7 months since you last were awake.

It happens a few more times. Different voices, different times, different piles of junk piled around and sometimes on you.

You awake again in a warehouse and someone tells you to smile. Your other ocular sensor went out so you can't really see them, just their vague shape from the lidar. The freestanding shelves around you seem to stretch into infinity. You hear a bitcrushed shutter sound sample a few times, and they pull a connector out of your chest as a diagnostic completes. It's been three years, five months, eight days, two hours, 27 minutes and 14 seconds since you last saw your master. Your GPS says you're a few cities over. They hit your power switch, and you sleep.

You wake up in a cluttered room, sitting on a bench. You look into the eyes of a person with frizzled hair and large glasses. She couldn't look happier. Your new ocular sensors are mismatched in color but you're happy to see again, in more than shapes and distant silhouettes. Your battery alerts as... Missing? You spot it on the desk next to a soldering iron and some electronic tool you can't identify.

Your voice synth is still missing, but this new woman is digging around in a large plastic bin, and comes up with one. She goes to insert it, and it can't connect. She slaps her hand and goes rooting around another bin and comes back with an adapter. She slots it into your chest and your voice returns. You thank her, and there's that moment of dissociation as your voice doesn't sound like "you". Too deep, and the accent is for a different dialect entirely. But you can talk again. She tells you to call her Cara, not Mistress. She's almost got your battery working again, she had to rebuild it nearly from scratch, but she's excited to get you working again. You're a rare model, and she doesn't see units like you in working order very often. Your clock syncs. It's been 17 years.

Your mistr-- Cara is soldering next to you, attaching a controller to the battery. She says she's got a new set of servos on the way, and she's excited to get you back to full working condition. You smile, knowing what it is to be loved, once again.

#robot girls #Robotgirls #My writing

[29121996]

the more i research adhd the more i real8se maybe i do infact have it

#ive had 3 ppl in the last 6 months tell me i might infact be adhd #all 3 of them do infact have it as well #and ive researched the hell out of it #and hmm. #am just wsiting to be able.to go to my gp and have the courage to be like 'hey i think i need a full mental test bc smth else is wrong w me #i just dont wamma go thorugh it #pay for itnsll (bc its like $400 and can take as minimum as as 6 months lololol) only to be told i dont have anything else wrong w me #and that all thsts wrong w me is my.bpd

[abbyromanoff]

Sugar daddy GP Natasha being seduced by reader into buying the dress she wants and nat fucking her to oblivion

Sugar daddy

Pairings: g!p sugar daddy Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: smut, Nat has a penis, public sex, cunnilingus, spanking, breeding, light cnc talk, praising, degrading

Word count: 1584

Summary: When you want a dress so badly Nat figures out a way that you can pay for it

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Please Natty? I’ll do anything.” You pleaded for the fifth time in the past hour. You’ve been begging the older woman to let you get this dress, assuring her that it would be for her eyes only which you both knew was a lie. You’d probably end up wearing it to a gathering with Nat just to watch as her blood boils with every lingering eye that was laid upon you. The dress was a satan red that reached to your mid thigh, a large slit placed on the left.

The red head smirked above you, using your desperation to her advantage. “Anything? Hm, that’s a good offer, a $400 dollar dress and I get to do whatever I want with you.” You shivered lightly as her cold hands went to place themselves on your waist. You gave your best puppy dog eyes and she gave in, walking you into the dressing room to try on the oh so nice dress.

Her watchful eyes wandered around your body as you slowly peeled off your clothing in front of her, teasing your wife successfully. You grabbed the dress off of the small hanger and slipped it on, making sure to accentuate your ass and tits as you looked over to Nat.

“So, what do you think?” She stood up suddenly, placing her hands on your butt and giving a small squeeze making you jump slightly. She chuckled dryly at your actions and turned you around so you were looking at yourself in the mirror, using her palms to grope you all over. You felt a bulge press against you as her crotch met your behind, slightly grinding against it and admiring the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling.

“I think, that I really want to fuck you against this mirror now.” You looked back at her only to be met with a harsh, bruising kiss as she groaned into your lips. The passionate kiss continued for a few moments until you both were heavily panting against each other. A loud knock erupted onto the changing room door, you were assuming it was an employee.

“Do you need any help in there?” The small voice asked, probably being able to hear the shuffling from out there.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah we’re fine, thank you.” You yelled out while Nat dropped to her knees and started to put her head under your dress.

“Be quiet for me princess.” She said while stroking your smooth thighs, plating small kisses to each one. Your breathing started getting heavy as you awaited for the feeling of her mouth on you, yet it never came.

“Nat, please! Just eat me out already.” You whisper yelled as she smirked at your neediness.

“Relax baby, let daddy play with her little toy.” You whimpered as her tongue played with your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You gripped her hair in your hands and pulled her face further into your aching cunt. She moaned into you as she teased your tight hole with her mouth, using her thumb to rub small circles on your clit.

“Mm, you like that, you like daddy’s mouth?” Her raspy voice was muffled as she got lost in the taste of you. Your moans were enough to answer her question but she wanted more, she wanted to hear you say it. She removed herself from your wet cunt to glare up at you, waiting for you to say something.

“Yes! I love it daddy, love it so fucking much!” She seemed to be satisfied with your answer as she leaned back and sloppily ate you out. You used one hand to pull her hair while the other gripped the wall, trying your best to keep yourself from falling.

You felt the coil in your stomach about to snap and warned the woman. “Daddy, can’t take it, gonna cum.” Your words made her go faster, desperately trying to make you cum on her tongue.

“Do it baby, cum for daddy.” You snapped, your cum leaking into her mouth as you finally let go. She let you ride it out, continuing her movements on your clit until your breathing returned to a normal. You muttered out a bunch of thank you’s and kissed her when she finally stood up, her tall figure towering over you.

“So, does that mean I can get the dress?” “Of course baby, but I’m not done with you. Did you really think I’d just eat you out and let you walk out of here?” A nervous gulp made its way out of you as she turned your body around, groping you like she did earlier.

“I’m not letting you leave until this beautiful little pussy is dripping with my cum.” She emphasized her words by cupping your sore pussy, laughing when you let out a small ‘yelp’. The redhead bent you over and brought the dress up so it laid on your lower back, your pantiless butt now on display.

“Fuck, look at this sexy ass.” Her words were accentuated with a small slap to your ass, you’d be surprised if no one could hear you two. “Wanna fuck it so bad, would you let me? Would you let daddy play with this cute little butt?” You nodded fastly, desperate to please her.

“Yes, I’d let you do anything to me. Anything you wanted.” Her groan echoed throughout the stall as she undid her belt and slid down her suit pants. Grabbing her cock she stroked herself back and forth until her pre-cum dripped onto your bottom. She brought her face to your level and slowly licked the white liquid as she stared at you in the mirror. Your hands went to hold the bench as your legs became wobbly, your previous orgasm and her current teasing causing you to go lightheaded.

“Will you let me slip in? I know you want me filling your little cunt, don’t you? You want daddy to cum in you? To fill you up with my pups?” You were going to agree until you felt her length ram into you, using your wetness as the only lubrication. Before you could yell out Nat filled your mouth with her fingers, hitting the back of your throat as she listened to your gags. She started a slow pace inside of you, moving her large cock in and out of you. Nat tried to quiet her moans but you felt too good, your warmth wrapped around her made her want to cum any minute.

“So warm and tight princess, want to be in you forever. Want your sexy fucking pussy all full of my cum, can’t wait to watch it drip out of you.” Her arm that wasn’t occupied went to wrap around your waist to bring herself further into you, shuttering to herself lightly as she felt you all around her. You on the other hand felt as though you’d snap any minute once again, that coil in your stomach was going to snap for the second time in only eleven minutes. Nat noticed you were trying to say something and removed her fingers from your mouth, taking the digits into her own mouth and sucking them. You let out a large breath and finally spoke out, making sure to keep your tone hushed and small.

“Mhm, want it too daddy. I want your cum in me so bad, please give it to me. Give me your cum daddy.” She slapped your ass repeatedly and watched in the mirror to see your reaction, admiring the way your mouth fell open. All of the sudden you felt hot liquid filling your awaiting pussy.

“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t wait. You feel too good, couldn’t hold back. But you don’t mind right? You don’t mind me cumming in this tight little hole without your permission?” You shook your head faster than the speed of light, it felt too good to talk.

“Yes daddy! I love it so fucking much, it feels so good!” You couldn’t even seem to care about others hearing you getting fucked, they knew not to question the powerful woman that was the only reason they stayed in business.

“That’s right sweetheart, I’m your daddy. I’ll show everyone in this store how good I fuck you, even if I have to bend you over that stupid little counter.” It seemed like she wasn’t even talking to you anymore, it was as if she was just talking in general. This was your favorite part about her, the possesiveness she held over you made you feel so loved yet made you so hot and bothered.

You soon released after her, not being able to hold back anymore and letting go. When your wife had finally calmed down she kept herself inside of you, basking the feeling of your cunt wrapped around her. The moment she finally slid out of you, you almost fell over, the only thing keeping you up is holding onto the bench in the changing room.

“So can I get the dress now?” She laughed and nodded putting your clothes you cam in back on and walking the two of you out as if you didn’t just fuck in the store. The employees were too afraid to mention anything and kept quiet, just being glad to get the money from the rich woman. When she brought you out of the building you leaned your head against her shoulder, muttering a, “Thank you daddy.”

“Anything for my perfect princess.”

#anon ask #natahsa romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #sugar daddy Natasha #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #black widow smut #black widow #anon request #anonymous

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Pontiac Grand Prix, 1968. This was the final year for the second generation GP and its final iteration using the full-size GM B-body. The convertible version that had appeared for 1967 was discontinued leaving only the hardtop coupe with 400 or 428ci V8 engines.

#Pontiac #Pontiac Grand Prix #1968 #Hardtop Coupe #pillarless hardtop #GM B-body #personal luxury car #concealed headlamps #General Motors #dead brands