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bluecollarmcandtf · 4 months

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Revenge Body

The day he dumped my sister...

This is a photo of Eric the day he dumped my sister. According to him, she wasn't good enough to be with a hotshot architect like him! Eric thinks highly of his career and appearance, and he loves himself more than he could love any woman.

My sister had to find that out the hard way.

What Eric doesn't know is that his ex-girlfriend comes from a family of witches. In fact, her speciality is contacting the dead, and that's exactly what she did...

My sister summoned me, her dear-old brother, from beyond the grave and spilled the tea on her ex-boyfriend. Even though I was dead, I was furious with the man, so I agreed to help with my sister's revenge scheme. It might've been petty and unethical, but I was in! Eric needed to lose what he loved most...

2 months later...

"He's fattening right up!" I sent a selfie to my sister, cradling the bloated gut that hung from my chest.

That's right. I jumped into Eric's body and possessed his ass! In only a short time, I'd completely transformed the jerk's entire existence. I was dragging his perfect body and career down the drain!

After performing Eric's dramatic emotional breakdown at his architectural firm, I got fired and kicked out of the building. I strutted his body back to his place, and quickly sold everything he owned. I got rid of his fancy clothes, his shiny sports car, and his luxury apartment. All the money went directly to my sister. I used what was left to rent out the crappiest little apartment I could find.

It was in that seedy rat-infested motel that I gleefully began to destroy Eric's carefully maintained body. I packed his tight stomach full of beer and fast food, shaved his perfect head of hair, and donned an unwashed outfit I thrifted from a GoodWill.

Now that he was unemployed, I got him a job with a construction company. I made sure to get started with the same crew that Eric used to supervise as the architect. Needless to say, there were a lot of angry tradesmen who weren't happy to see him...

6 Months Later...

Apparently, construction workers really don't like architects, so they were all constantly badmouthing Eric behind my back. I didn't really stop them, but I also didn't really keep them from doing it to my face either. With me in control, Eric was just a pathetic, submissive loser, and all his new coworkers knew they could push him around.

I didn't wash Eric once while wearing him. My nose eventually became numb to his ripe body odor, but I noticed the disgusted looks on everyone's face when they were near. His skin was constantly itchy with dry sweat and dirt too, but I didn't bother buying him anything else to wear. As far as I was concerned, Eric would get up, work, and sleep in the same repurposed clothes I bought for a few bucks.

By this point, the lean muscles he'd been so proud of were long gone. A heavy layer of blubber hung off his whole body, and he was practically unrecognizable with his shaved head and unkept beard. Giving his heavy beergut a jolly shake, I chuckled and knew it was finally time to move to the final phase...

Present Day...

It was mid-afternoon when I jumped ship. I abandoned his body after a long morning of heavy lifting, leaving Eric exhausted, sweaty, and caked in mud.

Eric regained control of his senses for the first time after 6 months of being possessed by me. He stood there for a moment, all 280 lbs of him, simply staring at his surroundings in disbelief and confusion.

He didn't start yelling until he looked down and saw the state of his precious body. I doubt he had ever felt so slimy and gross before. As I said, I made sure to leave his body as disgusting as possible for him.

Don't feel bad for him though. My sister and I just made Eric as disgusting on the outside as he was on the inside...

#male possession #gaining fat #male transformation #gay ai art #transformation story

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gremlins-hotel · 11 months

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From the notes of Capt. Alfred Jones: "Davie was a bus and the 'Flying Fortress' moniker seemed to pass her by, but it was a ship with a brave crew. The trudge of getting back to England from enemy territory is a story for another day. I miss her and sometimes I miss the boys we lost that day."

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B-17F "Dear Davie": *U.S. Army Model B-17F-65-BO Air Corps Serial No. 42-29670 Delivered Cheyenne 31/1/43; Pueblo 18/2/43; Salina 15/2/43; Brookley 19/3/43; Smoky Hill 23/3/43; Dow Field 18/4/43. Assigned to the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group [TS-L] "DEAR DAVIE" 22/4/43; Missing in Action near Hamburg 25/7/43 with Alfred "Comet" Jones, **Co-Pilot: Daryl "Speed" Reed, Navigator: Richard Reed, Bombardier: Charlie Marstaller; Radio Operator: Johnathan Graves, Flight Engineer/Top Turret Gunner: Clyde "Pepsi" Ray, Ball Turret Gunner: William Ortlieb, Waist Gunner: Leslie Lipsey, Waist Gunner: Paul Rapoport, Tail Gunner: Thomas Pugh (6 Killed in Action); "DEAR DAVIE" lost to flak/anti-aircraft fire, crashing near Uetersen, 15 miles NW of Hamburg, Germany.

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[nerd things & acknowledgements below cut]

Notes on the B-17F... The B-17F was an upgrade of the previous E model, with several notable changes: A one- or two-piece plexiglas nose cone, as opposed to the ten-paneled cone of previous versions. Reinforced landing gear allowed for a greater maximum payload, from 4,200 lb (1,900 kg) of ordnance to 8,000 lb (3,600 kg). Flight and combat range of the F model was improved by 900 mi (1,400 km) with the addition of nine self-sealing rubber fuel cells in the wing root, aka, "Tokyo tanks". The F model was generally characterized by being tail-heavy - which lead to part failure - and woefully undefended from the front; the early F models had no front-facing armament, leaving a 60° blind spot to the direct front of the aircraft - a flaw which was exploited by German pilots, who held air superiority. Later F models would see a list of possible available modifications (factory and field) such as inserting two .50 caliber machine guns into the nose cone to solve the blind spot. Other modifications to later F models were bulged cheek turrets, as opposed to the window-mounted guns of earlier iterations, and the available addition of the iconic "Bendix" chin turret. The chin turret is far more common on the subsequent G "gunship" variant. ("Dear Davie" is an early F model without the nose mount, bulged cheeks, or chin turret.)

*This model production block, serial no., and fate are borrowed from real-life B-17F #42-29670, "Thundermug." "Thundermug" was an aircraft that originally served in the 333rd Bomb Squadron/94th Bomb Group alongside my great-grandfather and his usual steed, "The Gremlins Hotel." It was transferred to the 544th BS/384th BG, at which point it went Missing in Action over Hamburg from flak/aa-fire; 8 of its crew became POWs while 2 were KIA. I have had the honor to speak to descendants of both of its crews and help them research "Thundermug"; I wish to voice a mere glimpse of their stories in a unique way.

**All names of Alfred's crew are either cobbled-together family names throughout our history here or entirely fictitious - though some were inspired by real people whom I grew up with stories of. All inspirations were individuals that lived good lives post-war.

#alpha romeo tango #gremlin's things with wings #alfred f. jones // daring to fly #hetalia #historical hetalia #hetalia headcanons #aph america #hws america #alfred f jones #hey guys crucify me if you must #i'm really proud of this drawing #but i also understand it's pretty nerdy and the headcanon does deal with something a little tragic #but i'm hurling this to tumblr motherless and fatherless for your judgment #this took a few hours haha #love you guys for real #i really love bombers guys sorry for being autistic on main

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lonestarflight · 4 months

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Apollo Application Program: BALLOS

Concept art of BALLOS (BALlistic LOgistic Spacecraft), an Apollo-derived logistics spacecraft. It was studied by NASA, Lockheed and McDonnell-Douglas for the transportation of Astronauts to and from the Large Orbiting Research Laboratory (LORL) space station for the Apollo Application Program.

It came in three variants, a 6 astronaut version (2 crew, 4 passengers), 9 astronaut version (2 crew, 7 passengers) and a 2 astronaut version (2 crew, 10 passengers).

It would potentially be launched onboard either the Saturn IB or Titan III-C (in hammerhead configuration). The Saturn IB was preferred. Despite being bigger than the base line Apollo CSM, it would weigh roughly the same.

The 12 astronaut version has the following description:

"It is conical in shape with a spherical segment base. The base diameter of the spacecraft is 190 inches. The cargo-maneuver module is conical in shape and located immediately aft of the crew module. The conical shape adapts the 190-in. diameter crew module to the 260-inches diameter of the launch vehicle. This module is capable of carrying 13,455 lb of packaged cargo and 3,755 lb of maneuver propellant. This propellant is sufficient to meet the maneuvering impulsive velocity requirements of 1,050 fps which is provided by a modified LEM descent engine located in the module. Three solid-propellant retrorockets are located at the fore end of this module also.

This vehicle fulfills the mission requirements of delivering 12 men and 13, 455 lb of packaged cargo to a space station orbiting at an altitude of 260 nmi and an inclination of 29.5°. The launch vehicle puts the spacecraft in a 105 nmi parking orbit from which a Hohmann transfer is used to reach the rendezvous altitude of 260 nmi. Impulse for the Hohmann transfer and injection into final orbit is provided for in the 1,050 fps of impulsive velocity capability of the maneuver propulsion system. The maximum dynamic pressure of 525 psf is reached approximately 85 sec after launch. The maximum longitudinal acceleration during launch is approximately 4 g's."

At the end of the mission, the capsule would return to Earth for recovery, refurbishment and reuse. The propulsion module would be allowed to burn up.

"On an operational basis, prelaunch preparation time for a new [Ballos] spacecraft is 40 days. This time period includes receiving and shop processing prior to mating to the erected launch vehicle.

The projected 1968 to 1970 time period estimate for on-pad preparation time for the Saturn IB launch vehicle is 48 days. Of this, 23 days are allowed for payload mating and integrated vehicle checkout. The total prelaunch processing time required for the [BALLOS] vehicle, therefore, would be 63 days."

BALLOS never progressed past the study phase, like many proposals of the Apollo Application Program.

Date: Study 1964

source, source

NASA ID: S64-3663, S63-4634, S64-1800

#BALLOS #BALlistic LOgistic Spacecraft #Apollo CSM #NASA #Apollo Program #Apollo Applications Program #Study #1964 #concept art #Large Orbiting Research Laboratory #LORL #my post

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usafphantom2 · 8 months

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FLASHBACK: Lockheed SR-71A Blackbird

April 21, 2022

SR-71A 959 Big Tail

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SR-71A 959 Big Tail (Lockheed Courtesy Photo # C76-1097-4)

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Big Tail - One of a Kind Variant

Shortly after the first SR-71’s began flying operational missions over North Vietnam, the Air Force was looking into ways of expanding the capabilities of the aircraft. With the interchangeable noses, mission planners had to make a choice of flying either optical cameras or side-looking radar, depending upon the mission requirements and the weather over the target area. Unfortunately several missions were rendered useless when weather over the target area prevented the use of the optical camera systems installed. There was also the possibility that future ground defenses had the ability to reach the SR-71 from behind since it carried no aft facing countermeasures.

In 1974, the Air Force identified a requirement for aft facing ECM requirement on the SR-71. Several proposals examined by the Air Force included conformal packages, belly pods as well as an extended tail fairing. After researching all the possibilities, the extended tail appeared to be the most viable option based on lowest cost, added volume and least aerodynamic drag. The new “Big Tail” assembly is 13-feet, 9-inches long and weighs 1,273 lbs. with 49 cubic feet of space to carry 864 lbs. of payload. The primary payload consisted of aft facing ECM as well as the 24-inch Optical Bar Camera. The new assembly needed to articulate 8.5 degrees up and down to clear the runway during take-off and landing.

The tenth SR-71 built (61-7959) was selected to receive the new modification. This aircraft was already being used for flight test duties at Palmdale at the time so there would be no effect on the operational fleet. Between April and November 1975, ‘959 received the modification with the new tail fairing; necessary modifications included a 51-inch adapter unit for the new tail, air conditioning for cameras and other equipment as well as routing the fuel vent along the upper surface of the tail. In addition to the tail modification, chine bays were modified to accommodate the 24-inch Optical Bar Camera.

With the stress and vibration testing completed, ‘Big Tail’ was taken out for the first high-speed taxi test on November 20, 1975 by Lockheed test crew Darrell Greenamyer (pilot) and Steven Belgeau (Reconnaissance Systems Officer-RSO). Two weeks later, on December 3, the same crew took Big Tail up on its first flight. Lasting just over one hour, the crew performed basic flight checks as well as tail deflections and fuel dump tests. With each test flight with the same Lockheed crew, Big Tail flew to higher speeds and altitudes achieving Mach 3 at 75,000 ft during the 6th flight on January 28,1976. Prior to turning the aircraft over to Air Force test crews, Greenamyer performed 4 solo flights to prove the system could be run by just a single crewmember. The RSO’s seat occupied by a ballast dummy affectionately known as “Sierra Sam”.

Once Lockheed crews proved the system worked, the Air Force took over all flight testing. Tom Pugh and Bob Riedenauer became the pilots and RSO duties went to William Frazier and John Carnochan with the first Air Force flight taking place on May 5, 1976. Over the next 6 months these Air Force crews made 23 flights in ‘Big Tail’, testing various camera systems in the tail and chine bays, as well as new ECM systems such as the DEF I, DEF J and DEF A-2.

Although ‘Big Tail’ proved to be a viable system, the Air Force chose not to pursue the concept any further. After only 36 flights with the extended tail, ‘959 made its last flight on October 29, 1976, then simply placed in outdoor storage at Palmdale. Though it only had a total of 866 hours of flight time and a total of 304 flights to its credit, ‘959 became a source of spare parts for other flight test SR-71s until it was finally transferred to the Air Force Armament Museum at Eglin AFB, Florida in the fall of 1991.

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carrickbender · 12 days

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Proof of life

- I am earning my stripes as a middle manager these days. I don't know if it's the restrait I'm showing when I really want to jump through the screen and kill members of our tech team for guaranteeing we wouldn't have problems with SAP(news flash- nothing is going right), or saying major problems are fixed(they're not), or assuring us we would be supported the entire way(also on the 11 o'clock broadcast: they're as consistentvas ghosts). Or maybe it's how I've dealing with 6 or 7 languages being spoken in one work crew; or maybe it's the way I haven't started drinking... all of these things are to my credit. But rest assured, my fuckscapacitor needs a rebuild.

- I have a A this term in global finance which means that somehow, after working 6-7 days a week I've found a way to understand how triangular exchange arbitrage and WACC variations. Go me? Fuck I'm stubborn...

- Thankfully, with all this change and things going on, I'm still sick. But I lost 10 lbs, am exhausted, and now have a great cough/sharp pain in the middle of my back to go with a lack of sleep. I mean, if you're gonna go, go big or go home, right?

- So yeah... the best part of all of this is that it's really easy to not hurt emotionally when you have to sleep on the couch because your child is sick and you want your child to snuggle someone but 3 is a hard fit in your bed. So 'those kinds of dreams' have been replaced by ones where I just go and buy a new couch. I mean, it's still a sexy thought, right?

-Anyhow, I don't mean to complain so damn much, and theres a high likelihood this post will self destruct. But here's to you all, and thanks for sharing all the beauty that is you. Truthfully you are lovely- mean it! Much love!

Much love!!!!

#me #this is my life #dadlife #exhausted #henry adam #in repair #dead bedroom

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the-holy-ghosted · 6 months

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*holding out my hands completely unbidden and unprompted*

Hey I heard y’all got ocs in here? Ocs hello?? Hot ocs in my area????

hi im gonna pretend i didnt get this asked to me by somebody else before i clicked a wrong button and tumblr erased the whole post. taking this unbiased opportunity to jump into these characters.

i have had these ocs for upwards of 7 or 8 years, who went untouched for a VERY long time before getting picked back up and refurbished as of about 2 years ago. it is with MUCH pride i tell you that they intertwine very deeply with a friend's own ocs (YOU!! WHO SENT THIS!!) and they've helped me build up these characters into something i'm incredibly proud of and ought to share by now

without further adieu: some pirates, some 19th century fantasy (a LOT of fucking fantasy), and like 8 years worth of worldbuilding that i am STILL not done with. enjoy

FIRST of all let me show you who we're working with:

Who the hell is that?

Leo Blackwater (he/him) - 56 yrs, 5'6'', 152 lbs

Captain of the ship The Eclipse.

Widower of 19 years. only recently decided to open his heart back up; she wanted him to be happy, after all. She's a sensitive topic, even now. so any prodding or teasing on the matter of moving on will be met violently.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Doing pirate things, you see. Polite old dad, a warm personality to lure you into a false sense of security and turn you in for a pretty penny.

Disabled after a beam cracked and landed on his knee, breaking it. It never healed right, and hes slower for it, especially in old age. Despite this handicap making him more vulnerable, he does not carry much in the way of weapons.

Eldest of 6 siblings. Son of a humble small town fisherman; perhaps not all that glad for his son's criminality, but the money he sends home makes it forgiven.

Father of one, a daughter, captain of her own ship.

Formed his love for the sea at 18 on his father's fishing boat. Never much respect for the Navy proper. But, after being in the right place at the right time and earning the reward money for a highly wanted pirate, he started to get ideas...

Percius (Percy) Blackwater (they/them) - 48 yrs, 5'10'', 150 lbs

Younger sibling of Leo. 3rd child of 6.

Takes up a number of jobs on Eclipse. Took up the role of second in command after the passing of Mrs. Blackwater.

Respects and trusts their brother's choice in livelihood. Begged since they were young to let them sail with him. Didn't realize what it entailed until they were already aboard.

Unmarried. They're a bit busy right now.

Willing to be called uncle by their beloved niece, for lack of a better word.

Betelgeuse Blackwater (she/her) - 30 yrs, 6'5'', 240 lbs

Captain of The Starlight, all-female crew.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Learned her way of living from her parents.

Inherited her face and density from her father, nothing else. Prone to brute force rather than wit and cunning. This works for her just fine.

Quite awkward, if she likes you.

Eldest (and favorite) grandchild, an only child, a totally different woman if you see her around family. Towers over father, but makes herself small for a kiss hello.

Was only about 7 or 8 when her mother passed. She remembers what little she has of her fondly, and greets her kindly when she looks in a mirror.

So whats going on?

What a funny question!!! I got no clue. But I'll start by explaining a little worldbuilding lore (cringe explination incoming):

There is magic in this universe. Not one that's denied or marveled at, but exists as much as everything else you dont pay attention to around you. Its as real as gravity. It's a honed skill in some, frowned upon by others, used unwisely by a small (but not unheard of) few. Magic makes itself present in a number of ways; it's hard to find written rules of these things unless you know precisely what you want and what you believe in. In many areas, some small towns appear to be protected by nameless elements and energies. It's more often that you find individuals who put in the work to harness their beliefs into something tangible, all calling their faiths and abilities something different from each other. Again, its not unheard of for individuals to use these abilities for their own poor intentions. If someone like Leo is lucky, bagging a Magic user is worth every ounce of hassle it takes. He seems to get away with feats like this often, though port authority fears him enough not to ask how. The Blackwaters won't admit foul play, though, if you're in the right town listening to the right gossip, you might hear a rumor or two about Betelgeuse's warm touch and a spitfire attitude when shes angry.

So whats up with Leo?

hehehehe.

As aforementioned, Leo has recently made himself a bachelor. He has no shortage of acquaintances and colleagues in his line of business. His demeanor, if you trust it, is very welcoming to new colleagues. He's not looking for something to jump too quickly into, he's happy to take things slow as he navigates romance again after so long.

And then he captures Roark.

Roark Renshaw (he/him) - 68 yrs, 6'6'', 250 lbs (CREATION OF @skelelephant)

World's worst man.

Captain of The Red Hound, took this position by force at the age of 21. The crew that remained after his mutiny had naught the will to defy him, choosing to follow out of curiosity more than anything else afterward.

Professional menace. High-seas whore. Good old fashioned murderer, committer of pirate crimes as you'd imagine. Terribly smug about it.

Unknown origin, unknown motive. He cropped up out of thin air and has made himself a name to be feared ever since, doing a service to the red flag The Hound flies.

For all his force, he is not one easily captured. For all his reputation, he is reckless. He caught Leo at a bad time, unfortunately.

Roark is a household name among most port towns, wanted dead or alive for the better half of his life by the Navy. His nature is not unlike that of a rabid dog, compared often to his ship's namesake. It is a state of being that none have been able to tame him out of, not by any rotating carousel of lovers he finds among port towns or the enemies he finds in equal amount, and one that gives the bounty over his head a lot of zeros. One that Leo, for all his skill, saw as a pipe dream. Leo knew of him, certainly. Roark has been on his radar since before his wife's passing- they'd spoken of capturing him fondly, joked about like some impossible fantasy. But for all his reputation comes bad habits that lower his guard when he needs it most. Stumbling drunkenly out of a tavern one evening, docked unknowingly at the same port as The Eclipse, he is disarmed and captured before he knows it.

This is a victory unheard of. It seems only fitting that Leo Blackwater would bag him, Roark having not expected to meet his match in such a mild man. Before the crew of The Hound have enough notice, Eclipse sails off to deposit the dog that is Roark Renshaw to the navy for a glorious execution, and an even more glorious reward. Leo has the gall to boast this to his prisoner, who seems almost humored. Hes quite charming when hes disarmed, a feature of his that seeps into the cracks of Leo's resolve and that itch the loneliness that he had yet to satisfy. Hes dangerous even with his hands tied.

This is what solidifies Leo's decision to turn him in. A man who so loved to be chased and so loved the rotten attention he recieved, who needed to be put down. It was a thrill, though, to capture the hound himself and be one of few to ever do so. To be revered as Roarks captor would make one want to do it all over again.

By luck or by the hunger for chase that gnawed on Roark and Leo's ribs, Roark finds the moment to escape as hes being escorted off the ship. Leo, notably, makes a piss poor attempt at catching him.

Seen as a dire fluke from the outside, the captains know it was on purpose. They've found themselves amidst a game of cat and mouse, that gives them a small purpose for at least a little while. You bond very closely when trying to kill each other, you know!

So what's their deal?

Well, their deal is that they *make* a deal.

Though Roark might be a big fish in their career pond, he is not the only one. Eventually, always eventually, there is another to challenge Roark's reputation. He wants the pirate out of his way, and Leo could always use another bounty. But hes slippery... moreso than Roark, who lets himself into Leo's jaws on purpose.

So... an alliance is formed. Temporary, of course, they split this bounty and part ways. So they say. But Roark is a charming man, and fulfills the loneliness and search for companionship that Leo wanted... and Leo is collected and steady, more than the majority of Roark's colleagues. They stand out to each other. They're comfortable. Attached.

So... after the bounty is collected they choose not to end their truce. Spend more time together. Work together exceptionally well. Balance each other out, in a way.

So they're together?

GAY AS CAN BE, BABY.

probably the only existing drawing of them Together despite how much we both draw them seperately.

Their alliance spills over into something... fond. Affectionate, even. A few meetups at a port town turn into a lot more working together peacefully. This leads to some... interesting wires to cross between their own respective enemies, interesting wires between one another. They get to know each other very personally in some strenuous circumstances.

Anyways! Now that they're on the table, I feel a little more comfortable to talk about them more. Draw them more. Answer some questions, if anybody has any. I did leave a lot open-ended...

#the heron giveth #the heron speaketh #the heron heareth #trifecta just for good measure #the heron's ocs #i guess thatll be my oc tag now #ANYWAYS. HIIIIIII hes been a long time coming mr blackwater sir #and his darling normal family #worked for a couple days on this i guess its as good as an introduction can get. i can always post more lore and drawings later #would be suuuuuch a shame if people sent me asks. about them. asking quastions. so i can post more about them #and for the love of GOD eveyrbody give erin some attention for roark hes my FAVORITEST BOY. IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD #and erin is my favoritest canadian in the whole wide world. which means they deserve all the attention they can get #im very glad to see leo's progress over being a minor villain in a different overarching story to like. his own little guy. hes a guy now #hes so important to me. put so much of myself in him. i love him so much i hope others will too

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shaneru-is-new-to-shifting · 1 month

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Just gonna info dump about my Mario dr cos why not lol.

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Name: Shinko Asahara

Race: Japanese (raised in Koopa city by the main antagonist himself😈)

Nickname: Lila (what I usually go by)

Age: (Kinda confusing lol sorry) when I enter my dr I'm 6 and when I shift back to this cr I'll be 16 (yes I'm spending 10 YEARS in this dr cause my time ratio is 1 day cr = 1 year dr and since I don't wanna go through the last 4 months of school, well, you can guess lol)

Sex: Female

Gender: Cis girl (she/they)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Height: 4'11 (5'5 in my platformers)

Weight: 94 lbs (pretty skinny ik)

Hair color: Black and slightly white-ish blonde

Eye color: Black

Skin tone: Light

Nd lables: Autism, ADHD

Backstory + main story: I was kidnapped as a baby by kamek because of my unnatural strength and slight mind powers (which have gotten stronger as I grew up). When I turned 6, Bowser taught me how to do villain shit (setting up traps, activing those traps, using my powers for evil, trying to find what I do best (power wise, which is mind powers and manipulation)). I went to a villain school for Bowser's most talented, yet under-developed crew members (even though he sees me as a daughter tbh) before the age of 15, where I was assigned to go to a 'hero' school to find out what the good guys are learning and how to counter act that. Idk what happens after that or during my young teen years because I wanna be taken by surprise.

How I view myself: I see myself neutrally, I sometimes get insecure but I always have Bowser, Bowser jr, and my friends to lift me up. And ofc, I get super confident in myself sometimes, usually because of my powers.

How other bad guys view me: They all have underestimated me at some point but I always prove them wrong by prolonging Mario's journey to saving Peach (unfortunately, he always saves Peach so that's the most I can do lol).

How the good guys see me: Since I'm a good manipulator and have mind powers, when they first meet me, they think I'm an innocent girl who also needs to get away from Bowser when I'm actually the opposite. But once they find out, they don't trust me anymore, although they always have the erg to trust me again:

Other stuff lol: I have a crush on Daisy..pls don't tell her...or my dad lol (he's not homophobic, he'll just freak out that I'm in love with a good guy lmao). I have a witch themed room and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I practice my powers and train every other day for the day my dad kidnaps Peach again, I'm not even required to, my dad only requires me to train on the weekends but I like having a constant routine and a constant break. Oh- I forgot to tell yall, Bowser's my dad! (Not biological ofc). I play video games with Bowser jr on the weekends (when he's done training), becuase my dad approves of my regular training routine. I'm older than bowser jr btw. I LOVE spicy food, I have such a big spice tolerance, the magma burger is my shit. My 'casual' fit is NOT casual in any sense of the meaning, I wear a cute black crop top with a black miniskirt that has a spider web design with platformer shoes that make me look 5'5 when I'm 4'11 (I'm so short lmao, although the other bad guys aren't that tall either lol), not only that, but I top off that outfit with my pigtails that show off my natural white-ish blonde highlights. I'm pretty smarter than most people initially think, like, one of my favorite subjects is math. I don't get tired easily, it's probably because I had to fuck up mario at nights buut maybe it's something else lol. Don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it don't say it..I'm a great rapper-. Finnally, I let my hands do whatever if I don't have pockets, which usually makes the good guys think I'm weird, the bad guys don't mind cause there are so many different types of people there.

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Thanks for reading all of this somehow lol

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr #shifting #shifting community #desired reality #shifting antis dni #reality shift #shifter #shifters #222

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photozoi · 2 months

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Hi there, I have always loved scrolling your blog, but I just noticed that Mr Mung is growing VERY large!! He’s got such a broad chest, and he’s just SO so handsome, but he looks like a tank for a silken, compared to your other ones and even the photos of him with his mother, especially at his age! You don’t have to answer, of course, but I’m wondering if he was maybe part of an outcrossing project, back to borzoi? Or is he just an outlier/a really big silken? I ask mostly because I prefer bigger silkens 😄 The little ones are cute and sweet, and size isn’t a dealbreaker for me, but my girl just turned 6 and so I’m starting my (likely very lengthy) search for Next Puppy. My girl is 33lbs and I think was the biggest girl in her litter, and ideally I’d get another her size or even a bit larger. Her breeder is amazing but really favors silkens on the smaller end of the scale.

I always wanted a borzoi (which is how I found your awesome blog), I’m just not equipped for a dog quite that large, so silkens have become my breed. I’m so enamored with your bean boy (and his sisters are also super gorgeous)!! If you’d be willing to share any info about his pedigree or his breeder I would be super grateful, but I know that this sort of ask from a total stranger on the internet can be a bit fraught, so I won’t be offended or anything if you decline to answer. I appreciate all the adorable photos you’ve shared of all your crew over the years! Thanks for your time 😊

First of all, Thank You! You are very kind.

Also, some of the Bean Boy's broad chest is floof... he has a LOT of it! (He does have a very nice front though). He is bigger but not necessarily an outlier... Larger Silkens are becoming more and more common, which is not necessarily a good thing but which should make your quest easier. If you like Borzoi then you probably know that a mature male stands at least 28 inches at the shoulder and weighs 75 to 105 pounds (and that females will be smaller.)

At least 28 inches. Most are 31 or 32. But think about that. The accepted measurements for Silken Windhounds (according to ISWS) are 18.5 -23.5 inches (47-60 cm) at the withers. If you follow the written standards for the breeds that means that (using males as an example) there are only 4.5 inches separating a small Borzoi from a large Silken. The larger a Silken gets, the closer it gets to infringing on Borzoi height. And there are a LOT of Silkens out there that are taller than the standard. (We are only discussing size here, not other conformation considerations.) Americans seem to like things large, so we end up with Borzoi like our Jeep (36 inches at the shoulder) and Silkens that do not fit the written standard. My Silken, the Imp, is within the standard for males and yet I hear a lot about how small he is. (Small only in others eyes, NOT in his own.) The Brother is on the large side of the standard, but no one ever said anything about the possibility of his being too big! I have never made a secret of my dogs sizes or breeding (the Brother is a whopping 50 lbs, the Imp is 30, and the Bean Boy is 43 as of this writing) so here you go:

The Bean Boy and his sisters are from a breeding done by Bijou Silkens (dam) and Satsuma Kennels (sire). Bijou is in Oregon and Satsuma is in Washington State. USA. The Bean Boy is on the large side (like his dad!), his sisters are smaller and weigh about 15 pounds less. They all have nice confirmation and great personalities. The breeders are wonderful and easy to talk to, you can contact them on line. Bijou is a smaller breeder as in does not produce many litters, so depending on your time frame you might try Satsuma first. Remember that if a breeder does not have what you are looking for they probably know someone who does. (And don't get me started on good breeders vs producers!) :D

Did that help at all, or did I totally miss the mark? :D

This ask edited by His IMPerial Majesty, Ruler of ALL the Things and Opinionated Silken.

#ask #hopefully answered #if not let me know #thank you

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dr-lemurr · 3 months

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WIP GAME I keep getting tagged for the WIP game*.

I still don’t really have any active WIPs. But I guess I do have some sketches and stuff that I have no plan to post, so we can go with those. Most pieces remain untitled until I post so I’ll note what folder each is in. Friends** may send me an ask about one of these for the next few days:

Untitled artwork (BLurbos 1)

Untitled artwork (BLurbos 2)

Untitled artwork (BLurbos 3)

Untitled artwork (Fandom random 1)

Untitled artwork (Fandom random 2)

Significant Kneeling (only if @lawsofchaos1 asks)

Untitled artwork (KP 1)

Untitled artwork (KP 2)

Untitled artwork (calligraphy 1-6)

Ghost idea

Photo idea

*this motley crew: @foodsies4me, @lawsofchaos1, @nuwildcat, @rainbowcolored7

**I need to at least recognize your name

#drlemurr art talk #Wip game #Fair warning these tend to be fugly

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47burlm · 10 months

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The USCGC EAGLE is a 295-foot, three-masted barque used as a training vessel for future officers of the United States Coast Guard. Known as “America’s Tall Ship,” the majestic EAGLE is the largest tall ship flying the Stars and Stripes and the only active square-rigger in U.S. government service.

Facts and Figures

Length of EAGLE: 295 ft. (roughly equivalent to a football field)

Number of sails: 23

Sail area: 22,227 square feet

Tallest mast: 150 feet (roughly equivalent to a 15-story building)

Length of rigging: 6 miles

Working crew: 55

Maximum people capacity: 239

Weight: 1,655 tons (EAGLE’s hull and decks are made of steel)

Speed under sail: 17 knots (20 mph)

Speed under power: 10 knots (11 mph)

Gallons of fuel oil: 24,215

Weight of anchors: 3,860 lbs.

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snorgless · 7 months

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Heated Heft: Chapter 1

This story is inspired by the Starbound mod "Starpounds" by ShyDispatch

Eight days. It had been eight days since you were abandoned by your team on the frozen planet of Corsu 6. It had been two days since you ran out of rations, and not long ago the heating malfunctioned and broke.

You rub your thin, empty belly as it groans angrily. You're running out of options and it's becoming difficult to ignore the hunger pains.

There's one option. One that's been sitting out there in the snow, tempting you with its nutritious abundance. You shake your head and turn away from the window, clutching your stomach as hunger pains grip you once more.

Corsu 6 wasn't a barren world. Far from it, but the conditions were obviously less than ideal. Beyond the freezing temperatures, most of the available food on the planet was inedible to humans.

There was only one edible food source on this entire planet. But you've already seen the consequences of consuming it. It's why you're trapped here in the first place.

Your colleagues had concluded that eating them was safe, but just be safe, it was asked that a volunteer test them.

They were small creatures without arms or legs, just two, large protruding ears that reminded you of a bunny rabbit's. They were effectively just balls of dense fat and sugar and, as it turns out, they were also highly addictive.

After eating the first, the volunteer, a young woman named Emily woke up 20 lbs heavier the next morning, and with a new found craving for the "Lardlings".

The other scientists tried to stop her from eating more of the creatures, but she always found a way. Other the next couple of months she ballooned to ridiculous sizes. Suffice it to say, she lost mobility and had to be removed before anything else happened to her.

Of course, someone needed to stay behind to keep the systems running, and you drew the short straw. You've no idea what happened to the ship or it's crew. For all you know, Emily ate them all you suppose, chuckling to yourself.

Another stab of pain in your gut ruins your brief moment of amusement.

The way you see it there's three options. Starve to death, freeze to death... or... You look down at yourself, unzipping your jacket to reveal your slender frame, flat stomach and modest boobs.

You sigh, shaking your head. Death was never going to be an option, so what if you got fat? It would be better than being unalived by your own ego, you think to yourself. Only, Emily wasn't just fat. The last time you saw her she was completely immobile.

Your thoughts drift to the number of chins... Her hands and feet slowly being enveloped by blubber... Her enormous backside, capable of swallowing a whole couch... And how her tits and belly were competing for the crown of "fattest body part".

But that was only after two months. You've only been stuck here for little more than two weeks! There's no way it would take THAT long before you were found... right?

It only takes one more hunger cramp for you to angrily storm towards the base's main entrance. It's an airlock built to keep out the cold, as well as basically anything else. The room is huge, designed to accommodate a whole away team... or one massive blob, you suppose.

Once the door behind is secured, the one in front of you swings open to reveal the snowy landscape of Corsu 6.

Your booted feet stomp through the snow as you make your way away from the base and into the snowy tundra. The Lardlings are everywhere, just rolling around happily in their own blubber. Was "happily" even the right word? Analysis had revealed the things were basically brainless, only possessing a rudimentary nervous system.

As such, it's no surprise that the thing just lets you pick it up without so much as a squeak from itself, or from the other Lardlings around you.

It's heavy... A lot heavier than you were expecting, but that probably explains why there's so many calories. You hold it steadily and trudge back towards the base, cradling it in your arms.

Back inside, you plop it down on the dining room table and sit down before it. It jiggles softly with each mindless movement. You stare at it, unsure how to proceed. You poke it, sending a ripple cascading across it's soft flesh.

You remember seeing Emily just stuffing them straight into her mouth and swallowing. Sitting down in front of the Lardling, you're really not sure how. They aren't small creatures. You estimate that it's as big as a bowling ball.

You lift it up again, this time being more explorative. It's so soft! Squishy and fat, it was almost like holding a loosely filled water balloon.

You take a deep breath and shove the Lardling into your mouth. Without effort, it slides down into your stomach where it lands with a splash. You double over, the sudden feeling of fullness being a shock to your system.

You feel awful. Filled, bloated and stretched, you stumble back to your room to sleep off the instant food coma you've inflicted upon yourself. Already, you feel heavy... and hot... The rapid changes your body is already undergoing is producing a lot of heat.

You shrug off your winter jacket and climb into bed, slowly and carefully. You're already dreading what you will look like in the morning. But something stirs as you drift to sleep, you begin to absentmindedly caress your bloated orb of a belly.

#stuffed feedee #fat girl #piggy girl #belly expansion #feedee piggy #fat rolls #gaining kink #fatty piggy #stuffed fatty #rapid weight gain #stuffed piggy #weight gain #ssbbwfeedee #ssbbw belly #immobility #too fat #fat story #pov

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thepassionthatunitesusall · 7 months

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End of Season Blue Jays Talk

Gonna start by shouting out all members of the Jays lb crew. I know I wasn't super active this season, but I was always lurking, and I loved "watching" the games with you all. Was a great season, and I can't wait for the next one 💙

Now for the Jays part

This had to be one of the most frustrating teams I've watched. Scoring runs was excruciating, they barely hit homeruns, and their dugout shenanigans (which were usually highlights of the games) were nonexistent. Basically every other MLB team does some kind of silly homerun celebration, being serious doesn't win you more games

This is probably obvious, but I think we're done with this front office. They've made incredible signings, and I've liked a lot of their trades (I'm including the Swanson and Varsho trades - they were great for us this year, and were part of necessary upgrades in the bullpen and outfield defence)

But as great as those were, there's a lot of errors that shouldn't be overlooked. Letting numbers dictate how games should be managed is top of mind, particularly how today's game played out. I feel like there's an organizational mandate to only use numbers to make decisions, and that's just not effective. Use numbers to guide you, not as the be all and end all

Then there's the hitting issues, how Alek Manoah has been handled the entire season, the Bass debacle, etc. All of this together makes me question the front office. They're 0-6 in the playoffs, the Orioles have passed us in rebuilds. Time to try something new

End of the day, I still believe in these players. Pitching was great, and I'm confident our batters will rebound (perhaps new hitting coach or strategist will help 👀). I'll be interested to see what changes are (or aren't) made. Either way, the countdown to spring training is on!

#sorry this is so long #apparently i had a lot to say #need to have a podcast or something lol #toronto blue jays #jays lb

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lonestarflight · 6 months

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Rollout Ceremony for the third operational orbiter, Discovery (OV-103) at Palmdale, California. On the stage is the Don Beall of Rockwell (at lectern), Dr. Rocco A. Petrone, the president of the company and the crew of her first first flight STS-41-D.

She is named for several different ships:

"The name Discovery was chosen to carry on a tradition based on ships of exploration, primarily HMS Discovery, one of the ships commanded by Captain James Cook during his third and final major voyage from 1776 to 1779, and Henry Hudson's Discovery, which was used in 1610–1611 to explore Hudson Bay and search for a Northwest Passage. Other ships bearing the name have included HMS Discovery of the 1875–1876 British Arctic Expedition to the North Pole, and RRS Discovery, which carried the 1901–1904 Discovery Expedition to Antarctica, led by Captain Scott."

-information from Wikipedia: link

At the beginning of her career, Discovery weighed roughly 3,600 kg (7,900 lb) less than Columbia due to lessons learned during the construction and testing of Enterprise, Columbia and Challenger. She weighs 6 pounds (2.7 kg) heavier than Atlantis and 363 pounds (165 kg) heavier than Endeavour. Part of this was due to the greater use of quilted AFRSI blankets rather than the white LRSI tiles on the fuselage, and the use of graphite epoxy instead of aluminum for the payload bay doors and some of the wing spars and beams.

"During her construction, Discovery was fitted with several black tiles near the middle starboard window where there should have been white tiles. It is unknown if this was the result of a harmless manufacturing mishap or done intentionally to give a distinctive look to the shuttle. This feature has been called 'teardrop' and allowed Discovery to be easily identified.

Upon her delivery to the Kennedy Space Center in 1983, Discovery was modified alongside Challenger to accommodate the liquid-fueled Centaur-G booster, which had been planned for use beginning in 1986 but was cancelled in the wake of the Challenger disaster."

She was originally intended to be the dedicated US Air Force shuttle and launch DoD payloads from SLC-6 at Vandenberg AFB but these plans were cancelled in aftermath of the Challenger disaster.

Commemorative stamp from Rockwell International (source)

Construction milestones:

1979 January 29: contract award to Rockwell International's Space Transportation Systems Division in Downey, California

1979 August 1: start long lead fabrication of upper forward-fuselage, Downey

1979 August 27: start long lead fabrication of Crew Module, Downey

1980 March 3: start fabrication aft-fuselage, Downey

1980 June 20: start fabrication lower forward-fuselage, Downey

1980 September 29: start assembly of Crew Module, Downey

1980 October 1: start fabrication/assembly of mid-fuselage, San Diego

1980 November 10: start assembly of aft-fuselage

1980 December 8: start initial system installation aft fuselage

1981 March 2: start fabrication/assembly of payload bay doors, Tulsa

1981 June 1: start fabrication of vertical stabilizer, Fairchild-Republic

1981 October 19: start fabrication/assembly of body flap, Downey

1981 October 26: start initial system installation, crew module, Downey

1982 January 4: start initial system installation upper forward fuselage, Downey

1982 March 16: mid-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 March 30: Elevons on dock, Palmdale

1982 April 30: Wings on dock, Palmdale

1982 April 30: lower forward-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 July 16: upper forward-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1982 August 5: vertical stabilizer on dock, Palmdale

1982 September 3: start of final assembly

1982 October 15: body flap on dock, Palmdale

1982 December 28: crew module on dock, Palmdale

1983 January 11: aft-fuselage on dock, Palmdale

1983 February 25: forward RCS module on dock, Palmdale

1983 February 25: complete final assembly and closeout installation, Palmdale

1983 February 28: start initial subsystems test, power-on, Palmdale

1983 May 13: complete initial subsystems testing

1983 July 26: complete subsystems testing

1983 August 12: completed final acceptance

1983 October 16: Rollout from Palmdale

1983 October 28: SSME on dock, KSC

1983 November 5: overland delivery to Edwards AFB

1983 November 6: ferry flight to Vandenberg AFB

1983 November 8: ferry flight to Carswell AFB

1983 November 9: ferry flight to KSC

1983 November 15: transport to OPF and start modifications, KSC

1983 December 9: transfer to VAB for storage, KSC

1983 December 22: SSME on dock, KSC

1984 January 3: transfer to OPF, KSC

1984 January 5: SSME on dock, KSC

1984 May 12: transfer to VAB, KSC

1984 June 2: flight readiness firing of SSME, LC-39A

1984 June 25: Conduct STS-41-D, first flight, launch KSC, launch scrubbed at T-9 minutes due to general-purpose computer No. 5 disparity with primary set of general-purpose computers.

1984 June 26: Conduct STS-41-D, first flight, launch KSC, launch postponed indefinitely due to shutdown of SSMEs 3 and 2 at T-4 seconds due to slow opening of SSME 3 main fuel valve, SSME I never received a start command.

1984 July 14: rollback from Launch Complex 39-A to VAB, KSC, for remanifest of payloads

1984 July 17: transfer to OPF for reconfiguration of payload bay and for remanifest of payloads

1984 August 2: transfer to VAB and remate with SRB and ET

1984 August 9: rollout to LC-39A

1984 August 28: remanifest 41 D mission launch for Aug. 29, postponed for 24 hours for software verification

1984 August 30: launch of STS-41-D

Date: October 16, 1983

NASA ID: S84-30898

source, source, source, source, source, source

#Space Shuttle #Space Shuttle Discovery #Discovery #OV-103 #Orbiter #NASA #Space Shuttle Program #rollout ceremony #Rockwell International #Palmdale #California #October #1983 #my post

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