#or i can just bulk post them tomorrow

[griefabyss69]

Pusher

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

SEQUEL TO PUSH (rated E)

[ AO3 ] [ Tip / Commissions post ]

‘HOLE’ wc: 404 | rated: G | cw: Mention of Christmas, Steve's parents

Steve has been buying from Eddie for a while now; desperate tips included. Eddie makes him an unexpected offer.

Eddie sits across from him, fingers tapping on the picnic table, breath turning to ghosts in the cold air.

"I'm closing for the holidays next week," he says, carefully watching him. "You wanna stock up tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't you make tons of cash selling over Christmas?" Steve asks. "You were complaining about your bills last week."

"Everyone's busy with their families, Harrington," Eddie replies, emphasizing a point that just hammers another nail into the coffin of Steve's chest. "And I'll be okay, Wayne's working Christmas to get the extra pay."

Steve nods slowly, trying to radiate "not only am I personally doing great but I am also so understanding and kind", to not wonder how much weed it'll take him to survive his mother's vacation drunk voice wishing him a Merry Christmas a day late.

Last year he had tried to find the joy and the warmth with whiskey, a mistake that still turns his stomach to think about.

"I'm gonna need like, a lot," he says. "However much I buy in a week, triple it… No, quadruple it."

Eddie's eyebrows raise and he gives an obnoxious little whistle; such a Tommy reaction honestly, but he's nicer underneath it.

"Gotta get through all of those stuffy soirees somehow, right?" He asks, smiling wryfully.

His tongue is a quick flash of pink as he runs it along his bottom lip.

"Uh-huh," Steve says, staring.

"I'll give you a discount, for buying in bulk," Eddie continues, and Steve shakes his head, holds his hand up, looks back up to his eyes.

"Don't bother, it's my parent's money. It's only a little bit stolen," he says, expecting rolled eyes, punctuated with a scoff - not the glimmer of mischief in Eddie's smile. "And it's burning a hole in my wallet."

"Bad boy, huh?" Eddie laughs, and Steve wishes.

Maybe then Eddie would find him impressive and fall in… lust, or whatever.

"Nah. Resourceful," he laughs. "Just don't thank them for the tip or there might be trouble."

Eddie laughs with his whole body, delighted as he knocks his knuckles against Steve's.

"If you get bored of being a good boy for all of those fancy people, gimme a shout, we can smoke together," he offers.

Steve doesn't bother getting paranoid about it before he accepts.

"Could be fun…," he trails off, watching Eddie's tongue lick at the corner of his mouth, utterly distracted.

"Hell yeah," Eddie says, winking.

#griefabyss69 writing #steddiemicroficjanuary #the hole story

[bon2bonn]

Almost S.V#5

Sebastian Vettel X red bull!engineer!reader

Words count : 2.7k

Synopsis :

" I'm almost me again , she was almost you"

Warnings : grammar, not proof read nor edited.

Another race day ending with a joyous celebration , the team's high spirit created an uplifting atmosphere as they all wandered around in and out of the garage at the end of the day .

The pit crew along with some of the engineers opted to stay out after celebrating yet another podium with Max leading the championship, the rest staying back to pack what's meant to be moved tonight and the rest is left for tomorrow , the Head engineer who stayed back along with technicians , and max who gave a quick preifing before he was whisked away for some interviews and the post-race conference are all revising today's data's making quick notes and packaging everything for later assessment .

Finishing up you turned to review everything one more time just to make sure everything is saved accordingly , satisfied with the work you packed your things ready to head out , collecting the freshly printed reports all tucked safely in your backpack . Looking down as you were about to head out , you found a little girl not older than 5 as she estimated holding hand of who seemed to be her little brother , around two years old , both looking awfully familiar , with wild blonde hair and Peircing pairs of eyes curiously taking in the buzzing engineers as they worked on the cars standing close to you .

Looking around you assumed they're either lost or wandered away from their parents as she found no one around beside her team , so you approached but not too close to startle them leaning down with a gentle smile " hello" both turned to you , the boy shuffled behind his sister who stepped up giving a wide confident grin " hi , I'm Lilly" sticking her hand out for a handshake "and this is Matthew" before turning her head to her brother whispering something that he nod at before he gave you a small greeting "hi" that got him a wide smile back "hello Lilly and Matthew, I'm Y/N , it's nice to meet you two . but what are you two doing here all alone ?" The girl shook her head and her brother did too pointing outside " papa , out there " his sister added " we're not alone , our papa is outside . We wanted to see the cars! " You gave them knowing look before asking "do you like them ?" They both nod enthusiastically "they're so so super fast!" giving them a wide grin "well , I'm glad you like them , I made them with my friends to go super super fast " both looked at you as if you told them you're Santa in the flesh, asking in awe "you made them!? " , " mhmmm" you hummed back "really?" , "Really , really" that got the little girl to ask you seriously "can you make me one too, please?" Giving her best puppy eyes for better effect, " I need a fast one like this so I can win when I go racing next year!" You gave it a thought for a moment before coming with an idea " how about I show you something first ?" The girl nod her head and took the hand you offered to her and her brother held her other hand all getting to the parked car , you moved closer while greeting a couple of passing by colleagues then turning to the little ones asking them " you want to sit inside?" With a nod she held up her arms being lifted to sit down inside the cockpit her small body was swallowed by the bulk of the machine , adjusting to perk her head up to look at you beside the car , her brother stepped up lifting his arms up demanding to be lifted too "up !" giving him a smile before picking him up hight earning a full belly laugh at the rush before settling him beside his sister who gladly made room for him to sit .

"So , what do you think? " They both gave an exited grins , Matthew raised his hands exclaiming happily" it's a big car!!" his sister nods with the same exited grin " it's soo coooool!" Before contemplating something and adding with a slight pout "but it's too big ! , I can't race in it , I can't see !, I won't be able to pass others in it!" , you hummed in agreement " yeah it's big because it goes on big tracks and race against other big cars it won't be good in small tracks " lilly nods in disappointment , you gave it a minute before exclaiming as you suggested " how about we make a few changes?" That got her attention as she asked hopefully "we can ?" . You affirmed in a very serious manner "of course we can , now who's up for making a new super fast race car " both exclaimed at that .

You all sat down in the corner away from the still working team , hunched over a big sheet on the ground , the kids sitting on both sides leaning into you all too focused on the task at hand pointing out details every now and then as they watched your quick and calculated lines as you sketched out the plan of what would be a go cart , soft music playing in the background causing you three to sway your heads and humm occasionally along the tunes playing out .

Not long after they were adding the finishing touches , looking content with the final product , a pair of footsteps approached before stopping before them , looking up you were greeted with a very amused Christian along with a disappointed Sebastian who had his arms crossed giving both of his kids a scolding look as they both tried to act innocent as if they didn't run off causing him to lose his mind . " now what do we have here?" Asked Christian looking between the three accomplices before him .

You sat back a torment going between you heart and mind , now it clicks to you why they looked so awfully familiar, the same wild hair , brilliant blue eyes that mirrored his , the confident yet polite attitude that they definitely got from him , now as he stood before you locking eyes with his that you dearly loved and missed , it took a minutes for all your walls to crumble again , and in an attempt to salvage what's left of your will , you turned to the kids giving them a smile as you still sat between them " alright now, what do we think?" They both gave you their approval before they turned to their father chatting his ears off as they dragged him to sit on the floor right beside you , both of you are hyper aware of how close you are , he relaxed while taking a look at their work as he nods along to their explanation , taking in the colors and scrambled writing on the sides topped with a bee drawn on the car's hood smiling fondly at your handwritten notes and instructions on the side , each note accompanied with a small bear or a flower that he knows was Lilly's idea .

Giving his praises and showing Christian next , letting them drive their attention to him explaining thoroughly each part and each scrap, he turned to you trying to get a better look only finding you looking away , your hair covering your face as you actively ignored his burning eyes . You went to stand but Christian beats you when he said in a thoughtful voice " that's a really good design looks like a winning cat to me ! , but it's missing something, what do you think kids ? " Both kids eyes lights up as Lilly asked " stickers?" Matthew nods rapidly as he pointed to the parked car not far away , Christian chuckled holding his hands out for them as they followed him eagerly " C'mon , that car won't be as nice without some good stickers, and I know we have them somewhere around here" they left but not before he gave Sebastian a subtle but pointed look before they turned the corner.

He took a deep breath before he turned to you , "hi" he tried to break the tense silence, you gave a quick glance at his direction with a curt nod " hello Sebastian" he winced at his full name but kept a brave face " how have you been?" You trained her eyes on the paper before you still avoiding his eyes " I've been alright" he nods and went on to speak but get cut off before he could utter any other word " just don't" you shook your head moving to collect the markers and pens scattered around them . But he wasn't backing down " please , Y/N . You can't keep on avoiding me like this , running away won't....." You paused your task asking him in furious voice " I'm the one ignoring you? " He shut his eyes in regret knowing that he messed up his chance with his choice of word's as you looked beyond pissed "Sebastian you cut me off the moment you signed the damned Ferrari contract! , That , let me remind you YOU didn't even tell me about or or about that you were leaving in the first place , and now when you have the guts to come around , you start with this!?" He tried to reach for your clenched hands but you backed away "I'm sorry" you scoffed " no Sebastian, you, don't get to be sorry " you turned to the work station throwing what you've collected into the holder before turning again in frustration "And for what exactly ? For leaving? For cutting me off ? For breaking your promises? for what Sebastian?" He stood too watching with defeat how you went on picking the papers and putting aside the kids work , trying to muster any courage he have left " I know that sorry won't ever be enough " you agreed " then don't bother with those empty words when you know they won't change anything " you stood in silence with your back facing him not seeing the hurt in his eyes as they stung as he took in you hunched shoulders and shaking hands " at least look at me " his voice more hoarse now and thick with defeat , you shook your head refusing to turn " I can't, you're not him anymore" your words gripped his heart throwing his hopes with the wind , but he didn't have the time to come with anything to salvage what's left as the kids came back each holding a sheet of stickers and some were on their cheeks as they returned to them with Christian not far behind , one look let him know how it went and he sighed heavily before approaching them .

The kids eagerly showed their bright stickers and handed them to their dad with Lilly asking him to boost her up to reach the work station to put the final touches, he Obliged sitting her up and before he could turn to do the same with Matthew the boy went up to you raising both his arms up for you with a wide smile " up , up!" You gave him a small smile picking him again with another boost up causing him to let a small giggle, sitting him beside his sister attempting to distract yourself by asking him quietly where he'd like to put his stickers , helping him carefully peel them and pressing them down where he placed them after looking each time for your approval of the placement .

the last thing you did was placing three more stickers on the side each have your names written beside it , Matthew picked a small car sticker after insisting on it , leaving lilly to pick a trophy with a star on the other side of her name and you chose a small wrench sticker each scraping your names and helping Matthew tracing his before you looked at it in accomplishment.

You rolled the design carefully looking for a sheet holder and you found a cardboard holder laying to the side , securing the lid and taking a marker from the table, you wrote on the lid and on the side then handed it out to lilly " here you go , now you have the right size to go out and pass everyone with no trouble " she took it eagerly holding it with both hands and showing a wide grip with a missing tooth as she thanked you purposefully.

You gave her a genuine smile happy that you could help . Before turning around picking your bag deciding it's time to go . You turned to them as they were watching you with curious eyes and Seb with longing ones that you ignored " alright people, it's time for me to head out " you approached the kids with your hand out for a shake " it's nice to meet you Lilly , I wish you all the best with your car " but the girl shook her head opening her arms for a hug instead " thank you miss. Y/N " you patted her back gently " you're very welcome lilly" turning to Matthew as he too reached out " and you too Matthew " you gave him a peck on the cheek causing him to hide his face as it turned red . giving them one last wave as you turned , moving in steady step towards the door and around the corner but you heard Sebastian call for you to wait . You tried to ignoring him but he moved fast to stand before you , yet you still refused to look at him " what do you want from me now ?" .

He looked at you with determination " to scream at me ! Blame me ! Yell at me for everything! But at least look at me again" . You stepped back at his burst before asking him " why did you came back ?" He took it as a win so he answered honestly " I'm almost me again, I'm almost back to my old self " you finally looked at his eyes but yours held nothing but sadness and unshed tears , you gave him a small smile " tell me Ian why did you left me , why did you break your promise?" He couldn't avert his eyes even when they stung from looking at your once again broken self because of him , he took a shaky breath " because I thought she was almost you" you gave him one last nod , leaving him standing in the empty hallway lost in years of pain and regret watching you walk away before turning to disappear around the corner and out of his sight .

Composing himself he went back to the garage, back to his kids and Christian who gave him a comforting pat on the back knowing it won't be easy to try to mend what he left behind for the life he had now . After a moment he turn to take something from behind the work station " it's only fitting for you to have this " handing him a black sheet holder with his name and number engraved on the lid , and on the side it has a small engravings that read " THE LAST LAP" causing his heart to sink even more knowing she kept the promise he made and failed to honour . Looking at his former principal with lost eyes waiting for him to say it was just a cold joke , but that didn't happen as he hod in confirmation , " she came to me and Adrian right after you left , gave a prototype and upgraded it each season in hopes you'd come back . It's just as fast if not more than the RB-19 " he looked back at the parked care before adding " you know , Last year she was ready to sign away her rights in every design she made if we were able to sign you for one last season , but you announced your retirement and rejected our contract , so no one touched it after her final upgrade last march , so it's better with you than anyone else . It's yours after all " they looked down at the holder both with different heavy minds . But the elder gave him a knowing smile " you know you can't just let her go this time too , it won't worth the hurt she went through the first time and she won't be able to handle it again . It's in your hands to choose her this time around instead of neglecting her for a perhaps " .

He moved with a new drive , determined that he Owned it her to at least fight to get her trust back , and if that promise meant something for her to keep then it meant everything for him to try .

#sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel x you #sebastian vettel #Sebastian vettel x y/n #sebastian vettel imagine #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #engineer!reader #Almost #single dad!Seb #red bull!engineer

[davenporttf]

All-Star Catcher

My name is Alan and I'm the star shortstop for my small college team. I've always dreamed of making it in the big leagues. I don't remember a time when I didn't have a glove in my hand. There's just something about having this uniform on that makes me stoked for the day. I've trained all day every day since I was a kid until the lamp posts came on and my mom or friends telling me to wrap it up for the day. Even my girlfriend gets jealous sometimes that I don't spend enough time with her. I feel guilty but if I'm being honest, she's second to my love for the game.

It's Friday and we're towards the end of our game against the college across town. They don't stand a chance against our team, but especially my quick moves in the field. They can't get any balls past me! My blood is rushing with adrenaline and I'm feeling confident.

That's when I noticed in the stands some older guys with notepads looking my way. Shit, there are scouts here! This could be big for me as I've always dreamed of being drafted by an MLB team. I push away their presence and focused on the game. The batter then slams a ball my way and I instinctually jump to catch it before it rolls into the outfield. The crowd and my team go crazy! It was the game ending play. My team rushes to lift me up into the air and I can't help but notice the scouts smiling my way.

I'm walking out of the locker rooms still in my uniform feeling the after-game buzz when one of the scouts approaches me.

"Hey there! You're Alan right? Michael Right from the NY Mets. Crazy catch you got there at the end!"

"Thanks so much! It was a lucky save." I said modestly.

"Nonsense! You really have something kid. If you're interested, I'd like you to meet some players from the Mets. We love to see how future prospects mesh with our team."

I was stunned. "I would love that!" Meeting the Mets was a dream for a local town kid such as myself.

"Great! I'll book you on a flight to see them before their big game tomorrow. Some of the players could really use someone with your kind of catching skills."

That last line didn't quite make sense since I didn't think catching was what I was known for, but I would agree to anything to meet the team and make a name for myself.

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It's the next day and I'm being escorted up to the dugout by Michael. It's a few hours before their game and the players are shooting the shit while beginning their stretches. Michael has been so kind to me, and he's even told me about the recent slump the Mets have been in. He's hoping some fresh blood will bring back the mojo for the team.

"Cody! Come over here. I'd love for you to meet Alan, one of our prospects." Michael yelled over to this good looking guy from the opposite side of the dugout. I'm not gay, but even I can tell he's not sleeping alone most nights.

"Sup! I'm Cody. You must be Alan. Michael's told me a lot about you." He shook my hand and gave me a pat on the back. I was enamored and if I'm being honest, a little turned on. My girl would get a kick if she knew I thought that even for a second. I shook it from my head and chalked it up to the star power.

We talked some more and Cody then offered to have me stretch with them. I couldn't believe it, and instantly jumped to join them. I was already in my uniform per Michael's request. I found it strange at first but figured it would help the team picture me among them.

We started with with arm stretches. ""You'll need bigger arms if you hope to be on the team." Cody commented. At that moment I was surprised to see my arms beginning to stretch and bulk. I was freaked out but remained silent as I didn't want to embarrass myself. My arms were twice times the size and I was feeling energy flowing from my arms to my back.

"Maybe even do some lat pulldowns here and there. They really help stabilize your center." Cody continued. He was looking me over while he stretched.

I felt my back start to contract and pull. My back was beginning to fill out my shirt more and I stood up straighter. I began to quietly moan from the pleasure of my abs molding into a carved six pack and my pecs swelling until they were perky. Fuck! What is happening to me?!

I looked over to Cory to see if he noticed the changes. I started to notice just how handsome he was. The fuck? Am I bi? I tried to compare him to my girlfriend but I was having a hard time picturing her. All I could think of was how Cody's arms flexed to fill up his sleeves. Fuck, he was pretty hot.

"Let's see if you can touch your toes. A good base is important. Those hamstrings and glutes are really going to come in handy as well." Cody said as I began to reach for my toes.

Once I tapped my toes I felt my feet begin to expand. Bones started to crack and my shoes were being pushed past their limits. Soon my feet burst through my cleats growing to at least a size 13! I could feel Cody eyeing them lustfully. I started to imagine Codys face in the soles of my feet when the pressure in my cup started increasing. The moan from my mouth was louder now, and I was filling with lust for Cody. I wanted him to peg me down so badly.

My thoughts were interrupted by my legs starting to fill up the remaining space in my pants. The uniform material was stretching to its max and my ass was forming into a round perky bubble butt.

I stood up and began taking the changes in. I was beefy and feeling insanely powerful.

Cody walked over smiling "Looks like you'll give us just the boost we need. All the guys here love to pitch, but you'll make for a solid catcher."

He smacked me on my ass and I almost fell to my knees in pleasure. Fuck, I wanted to show my gratitude for the team so badly. Cody gave me another smack and whispered in my ear "Show me what you've got rookie."

I smiled at my new teammates and showed them what was waiting for them after each game.

#straight to gay #gay tf #baseball #himbofication #sneakers #baseball cap #socks #reality change #mental change #male transformation #muscle tf #jock

[jbbartram-illu]

I purposely took photos of all of these Pod Guys while they were uncooked (well, half-cooked, I guess, since this was just pre-glaze firing) so I could do a good pre-post firing comparison and then I...forgot to post it when I got them back from the kiln???

Better late than never, I guess! The bulk of these guys were glazed with Coyote shino glazes (which fire at cone 6, so not technically real shinos, but they give a similar effect), plus some Amaco matte shinos (also cone 6) & an Amaco cone 6 reduction-effect glaze (moss brown / A-61) that didn't do what I'd hoped because I only put on one layer of (brushed-on) glaze.

Actually I only brushed on one thick-ish layer for all of these because I'm so scared of losing all my silly little details, BUT I'm in the process of doing those test tiles so I can know for sure how many layers it takes w/a few of my fav glazes before carved details get all gooped up!

Most of these guys will be going live in my shop update tomorrow (Mar 15) night at 7pm est! See earlier posts for shop url & etc :)

#artblog #ceramicsculpture #ceramicart #handbuiltceramics #sculptures #handbuiltsculpture #pottery #clay #stoneware #sculpting #sculpture #handbuilding #ceramic #ceramics #long post #glaze thoughts #glaze comparison

[demonslayedher]

Can we get a mini prologue to the low key married au? If you need prompts then have this:

Shinobu and Giyuu surviving the final battle, Shinobu loses her voice (somehow), giyuu losing his arm like canon, they become more expressive but still low key in public due to reflex. Now that Shinobu is mute, she uses sign language in the most menacing way. She smiles at someone while cursing out at them in sign language, and Giyuu is just sighing at his wife's antics. They do think of having kids, but it doesn't work out due to the fact that Shinobu became far too weak to carry a child. It took a while for them to overcome it, but they did it together. Shinobu is secretly glad she wouldn't have to name her child tanjiro.

Feel free to add more, It's 12 am I should go sleep now, I have school tomorrow. Peace ✌️ and take care.

What I enjoy about GiyuShino is that, despite (and maybe because) I don't see it as canon, it lends itself so way to many, many versions of AUs. Even in my Low Key Married GiyuShino AU, which has them married in the background for the bulk of what we see of their Corp service, I have envisioned multiple directions that could go in, which is why I haven't posted anything beyond the scope of canon because I like all the directions. I hope you don't mind that I'll stay within the realms of my canon-concurrent AU to give it some background and set-up.

SO!! They go on missions together and despite how much she bothers him, Shinobu feels drawn to Giyuu and Giyuu likes Shinobu's company. In this AU, Kanae had expressed a desire to get married some day, and Shinobu plays with the idea herself due to a desire to see Kanae's wishes come true and still have some presence in the world. This is only what spurs the thoughts; Shinobu's desire to marry Giyuu is more so on a whim and acceptance that happily ever after probably wouldn't happen anyway.

They wind up talking enough (amazing, she really pressed Giyuu's buttons somehow!) that they both wind up blurting to each other their insecurities as Pillars. Giyuu assures Shinobu she's worth her Pillar status for having killed demons no matter what method she uses, and Shinobu assures Giyuu he's worth his status no matter what went down at the Final Selection. They both find themselves comforted by having opened up and gotten encouragement.

This makes Shinobu find herself falling into that passing fancy about marriage, and she proposes it. Nothing to make them settle down or change anything about their mission; just two weak Pillars supporting one another. Giyuu responds right away by some excuse like "stay focused on the mission, Kochou" which is his way of backing the hell out of a conversation he wasn't prepared for, and Shinobu takes it that way initially, but then she reconsiders it later as his already having rejected her.

While away from each other, Shinobu is embarrassed and upset with herself every time she thinks of it, and chides herself for having been distracted from avenging Kanae. Giyuu, meanwhile, is all kinds of shaken up about it and can't get her out of his head, and while on a visit to Urokodaki, the topic comes up and Urokodaki (who, according to Fanbook 1, has a woman he fancies but things have never progressed with her) tells him he clearly wants it and telling himself he doesn't deserve it or anything is stupid. Giyuu tries to rebuke that he's, well, a Pillar (it feels strange to say), but Urokodaki reminds him there have been plenty of married Pillars, and urges not to fall into the same mistakes he did. This gets through to Giyuu, he realizes that yes, he wants to marry Shinobu, and in the time they aren't together, he's fretful that he's lost his chance and she's moved on, out of his grasp. (That sense she's out of his grasp won't leave him, even later.)

So they finally meet up and kick things off because he calls her out on her own BS.

She's embarrassed and initially defensive but it's actually kind of nice to be seen through so they talk it out, set their "Pillars first, spouses second" boundaries, and then make simple arrangements and seek Oyakata-sama's permission. They get married, and soon enough, they are off to work as usual.

#GiyuShino Low Key Married AU #my dumb art #GiyuShino #Giyuu x Shinobu #kochou shinobu #kocho shinobu #tomioka giyu #tomioka giyuu

[ns-imagines]

Hurricane/Typhoon Prep

Platonic 141 x gn!reader

SFW | Word Count: About 500 |Headcannons/ Drabble

A/N: Its the Afternoon before the Typhoon (hurricane). There is currently a typhoon where i live in Japan. We rushed to get off work. Fingers crossed the power doesnt go off. This post is just for fun lol. Lemme know if I use too much military lingo. I’ll translate!

-Let's say everyone lived in the barracks. Even though Price, as Captain, would get base housing and Ghost would be in the officer barracks...anyways, you and the boys heard about the hurricane from Price. Apparently, this is going to be the worst storm the island has seen in a few years. They say that about every typhoon though.

-Ghost immediately went to the commissary (on-base grocery store), but he didn't get any good snacks. He just got stuff to meal prep in case the power went off. His idea of snacks is high protein snacks. The man loves to bulk up and maintain that muscle. Lots of protein bars... will 100% mention how he has to make up tonight at the gym.

-You and Gaz got stuck at work. "The typhoon doesn't dismiss you, I do." It's already starting to rain, and the wind is picking up. So much for staying dry. Gaz completely forgot to charge his portable batteries, even though you had a few days' warning before the storm. You’re pretty sure you have an extra!

-Price took his work home. He has a few mission reports to type up that can't wait. The commanding officer is waiting for them to review. #Officerthings So he took his laptop back to work until the power goes off. If it goes off.

-Soap managed to get off work before you and Gaz. He went straight to the gas station exchange (names of the stores on base) to stock up on snacks. There wasn't much left, but he grabbed everything that looked good. Some chips, ramen,and the last case of beer left!! Better than eating the MREs they hand out for typhoons. You’ll be constipated for days if you eat those…

-Finally, you and Gaz were let out of work and sped back to the barracks. You both took it upon yourselves to park really close to both sides of Soaps car. Don’t want the storm to blow it away! Changing into civilian attire, you both met in the hallway. Ghost and Soap were already together, hanging out in the room. They were quick to open the door as soon as they heard the knock.

-Soap definitely has the hangout room, along with Gaz. Gaz's room is more for drinking and playing cards all night, while Soap's is geared towards movie nights or typhoon campouts. The snacks lay displayed on his desk, and the fridge is full of beer and drinks. Not allowed to drink during a typhoon though. So soda and juice it is. Maybe one beer

-Price is the last to show up. He's been in the barracks for a while, but he wanted to finish that paper. All of you pick a spot on the couch or sit on Soap's bed to watch the movie. The wind howls outside, and the wind slaps the window. We'll definitely have tomorrow off.

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This thing is literally edging us i want it to hit already so I can go outside!!!!!! Hopefully my motorcycle doesnt blow away or tip over….

Update: my motorcycle fell really hard and now im hiding it in my barracks room. Fml

#call of duty x reader #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #soap x reader #price x reader #141 x reader #platonic 141 #ghost x reader

[billthedrake]

DECLAN'S VAIL WEEKEND

(I wrote this with a big assist from @aestheticsupremacy. Real people are mentioned, but it's completely a fictional story.)

"Make yourself comfortable, Declan," the 48-year-old said as he turned on the lights of the modestly sized but well-appointed mountain home.

Declan Miles had a good sense this guy was well-off, but as he looked around the place it was clear this two-bedroom Vail pad was crazy expensive. A part of him had hesitated when USC, as part of their hard-press courtship of the Boise State defensive end, had put the player in touch with one of their alums just as the 2018 season ended.

"We call em our Trojan ambassadors," Coach Helton explained over FaceTime. "We figured you might want to hear about what USC is all about from someone outside the team."

The D-line jock might not be the brightest kid in the classroom, but he had a good idea this was USC's way of skirting some NCAA rules. He half objected when Mr. Fuller invited him for this weekend in Vail, but the man just brushed off his concerns. "It's my own place, so I'm not paying anything for it. It's all kosher, Declan," he assured the young man.

Declan knew better, and at the very least there was the cost of the flights, but as he looked out the big plate glass window over the town and mountains and snow, he didn't care. Every bit of awkwardness of accepting Mr. Fuller's invitation disappeared in his awe at the view.

He felt a hand clasp his meaty shoulder. Craig Fuller wasn't as big as Declan's 245 pounds, but the man was a fit ex-water polo player and an inch taller than the jock's 6'3".

"That's the view that sold me on the place," he said, giving Declan's trap a gentle squeeze before relinquishing the grip. "You ski?"

The player looked at the man, who was almost movie-star handsome and had some gray mixing in with the dirty blond hair kept corporate-exec medium-short. "No, Mr. Fuller," he replied. Even if he was from Idaho, he was from the foothills and his family wasn't the sort to ski in the winter. "But I've snowboarded with my buddies some."

The man smiled. "Please, Declan, it's 'Craig.' I get enough 'Mr. Fuller' in the boardroom." The man stepped back but didn't take his eyes off the athlete as he casually undid the buttons of his button-down shirt. Declan could see the matching silvery-blond fur on the man's pecs as he untucked the tails. "We can hit the slopes first thing tomorrow... in the meantime, whaddya say we fire up the hot tub? I swear there's nothing better than that hot water in the cool mountain air."

Declan dumbly nodded. It had been a long flight, and a soak in the hot tub did sound nice. Besides, it was clear Mr Fuller - Craig - wanted to show off his luxury retreat.

The exec gave the jock a sly wink and went to pick up Declan's bag. "Here, I'll show you to your room," he said. "Make yourself at home while I get the tub going."

Declan followed. He didn't want to be under the spell of this rich guy, but he had to admit the guest bedroom was nicer than any place he'd been. Simple but luxurious. Craig set the bag down on a cushioned bench and turned to the jock with a friendly, paternal face.

"I sometimes take a quick rinse in the shower before getting in the tub," the man said, a statement that was clearly a request. "You should have everything you need," he nodded down to fluffy towels folded on the mid-century modern desk.

As Craig went off to get everything ready, Declan hit the shower. The warm water did feel great after a long day, and he looked forward even more to the hot tub. But when he got out he nervously realized he didn't pack swim trunks or anything. He figured the mesh football practice shorts he packed would do, so back in the guest room he slipped them on over his creamy-white naked, beefy bod.

The jock took a second to look at his reflection in the full-length mirror. He had some post-season heft around his midsection but otherwise was solid with what the last few years of bulking had done to his 19-year-old frame. Boulder sized shoulders, strong round pecs framed by his thin gold necklace, powerful legs.... Declan didn't like to be conceited but he was entering his prime as a player and he knew why USC wasn't the only school gunning for him ever since he put his name on the transfer portal for the 2019 season.

He took a minute to call home: "Yeah, Dad, it's great here... nah, he's just a regular dude, though a little richer than most guys.... he says he's gonna arrange for some ski lessons if I want... no, sir, just the bunny slopes, definitely don't want an injury... no, I know Dad... all right, good night, sir."

After he hung up, Declan realized his parents were suspicious about the whole set up. Declan knew he should be, too, but his instinct told him it was gonna be a blast of a weekend. Maybe if he made it to the pros he'd have lots of high-flying experiences like this. But for now, he just relished being out of Idaho, away from Boise and his remote, tiny hometown.

The jock slipped on his flip flops and padded down the hall and to the back balcony, where Craig stood, a towel wrapped around his waist, dipping his hand in the water to check the temperature. The man's body was fit and muscular. Not beefy like Declans but in-shape and almost sculpted, with just a hint of love-handles clinging to the abdomen. And along the belly and forearms, more of that blond fur to match his chest hair.

"Hey," Craig grinned as he looked up. "It's ready. Might seem too hot at first but with the cool air outside you can always sit on the ledge if it gets too much." And like that, the man dropped his towel and stepped on the step to climb in.

It hadn't occurred to Declan they'd be nude in the tub, but it was just the two guys and he figured there was no reason to be shy. Mr. Fuller sure wasn't... his genitals hanging heavy from the blond bush, whose hairiness formed a contrast with a mostly smooth meaty round ass a shade paler than his light California tan.

Declan slipped down his shorts and got an ego boost from Craig's approving glance at the size and heft of his soft dong, just before the jock sank into the bubbles.

"Fuck, that's nice," Declan sighed. Then he looked at Craig. "Sorry for the language, sir."

Craig chuckled. "I said make yourself at home, Declan. I meant it." His blue eyes twinkled and in the dim light Declan could make out the slight wrinkles and pores that made the man's youthful handsomeness look closer to his age. "And fuck, it is nice," the man added playfully.

Declan laughed. They made some small talk before Craig cleared the air.

"Listen, son, I'm not gonna give you the whole song-and-dance about why you should come to USC. I figure you have a half dozen coaches already doing that. This weekend's about relaxing and having fun... if that sounds OK to you."

Declan nodded. "Oh yeah. Definitely more fun than the foothills I'm used to," the jock said as he spread out wide in the water, his necklace hangin a little taut over the broad smooth chest.

Craig grinned and for the first time Declan picked up on the distinct vibe. He was used to the attention he would get from mothers at the football association events, not to mention sorority girls at Boise State. But Mr. Fuller was looking at him with the same knowing intensity, only a more masculine version. Declan couldn't help it. He started chubbing up beneath the bubbles.

"I like to get up here without the wife and kids sometimes," Craig said. And with impeccable timing the man's ankle brushed against Declan's calf. A quick nudge, plausible in its deniability. but it made the jock's prick firm up to complete erection.

Declan blushed, his pale cheeks growing pink, but that could have been the hot water, too.

"You treat all the jocks like this, bud?" he asked in a teasing manner, taking the liberty to address Craig as a friend and equal.

"Just the real talent, son," Craig assured him.

The defensive footballer was getting real turned on from the intimacy of being in the hot tub with this man, and the heavier eye contact. His eyes took in Craig's handsomeness and the strong knotted arms and shoulders and the way that chest fur was matted down from the water. Declan couldn't recall ever meeting a water polo player, or ex-water polo player but he decided then and there it was his favorite type.

The man's toe brushed against his calf again, and this type Declan pressed back, openly rubbing the man's shin with his leg. That brought a big smile to the alum's face. And now the guy's toe was traveling up Declan's meaty leg, sending shock waves to his young hard cock.

The jock had a few experiences with men under his belt but they'd been fumbling, secretive encounters. This... this was something else. Open, flirty, playful. It turned Declan on and thrilled him. His eyes locked on Craig's as he spread his legs wide and let the man's foot trace the inside of his lightly hairy thigh.

"Oh fuck," the defensive end let out, his cock rock hard beneath the water.

Craig's smile had gone replaced with a more determined, lusty look. "You like this, son?" he asked. A little concern to give Declan an out if he wanted, in case he was pushing too far.

Declan nodded, "God yeah," he chuckled nervously, then felt the man's toe nudge his heavy ballsac then trace up the base of his hard stalk.

The man's voice was smooth and mellow now, a sexy masculine tenor. "Come on, Declan. Sit up on the ledge... let me take care of this for you."

Declan was putting two and two together and realizing what this weekend was all about. Sexual bribery if Declan was into that sort of thing. Turns out, he was A-OK with it. The young football bull hoisted himself out of the water, drops slipping down his beef before the cool air made his nipples firm up. As he sat on the ledge, his legs spread to showcase the prime 8.5 inch teen dong, thick as a Red Bull can. It hung heavy over the water, his low hangers bouncing just about the ripple of the hot tub.

Craig's eyes went wide at seeing the jock's endowment, but he reacted with understatement. "That's a beaut, son," he said, gliding through the bubbling water to edge toward the sexy-shy Bull. With an excited gaze, the man reached out to wrap his fingers around the girth. Barely able to take his eyes off that massive prick, he looked up. "Just tell me how you like it, buddy... if you want me to go faster, or slower," he said. And like that, the water polo dad took the round head between his lips.

Declan let out a low moan when Craig sucked the mushroom head into his mouth. "Fuck, that's it... yes..." he breathed out, holding steady as dick leaked a heavy stream of precum, right as the daddy hollowed out his cheeks and sucked down.

The jock was in awe. This wasn't some co-ed blowjob, this was years of honed skill at work. And that knowledge fed Declan's primal ego.

"Nice and easy, daddy..." he said before stopping nervously, wondering if he'd gone too far.

Craig sensed his hesitation and pulled off, feeling that rigid fullness in his fingers. "It's OK, stud... you can go there if you want. It's your big weekend, buddy." And like that he resumed sucking, taking even a couple more inches with each mouth stroke.

"Fuck yes, Dad," Declan grunted, succumbing to the incest fantasy. "Work my hard son cock... Work for it, sir."

He was realizing the Trojans had sent a grade-A daddy stud with some pro skills. Particularly once Craig shifted the angle some and those remaining fat inches sank right in, to lodge in that tight DILF throat.

Declan's eyes went wide and his big chest puffed in excitement. No one had ever deep throated his monster dong. Not even close. And here was this corporate exec making a show of his sword-swallowing ability. That visual was almost as hot as the constriction of the man's gullet clenching against his girth.

Declan couldn't help it. Instinctively, his hand clamped down on the back of Craig's head and he thrust repeatedly, feeling the throat work around the shaft. "Fuck YES, that's it, man. All the way down, Dad... so fucking good for your jock."

Craig has to admit it was on the cusp of too much dong to take. This fucker was FAT and hard as well as long. And it was being force fed, in a not-gentle manner. Shy, sweet Declan had somehow taken back stage to this natural jock aggression. Tears streamed down Craig's cheeks as he strained to open his jaw and fight the gag reflex. But he knew his mission and knew he was lucky to get a weekend with a jock hung like this.

Pretty soon, the middle-aged stud got in a zone and a groove with the face fuck. He started enjoying that stuffed feeling in his throat, even, when Declan pulled his cock out fully, letting it pop out of the daddy's mouth. Declan grinned down at the DILF, and used a fat thumb to wipe away the tears. "Not too much for you, bud?" A little bashful now, but flushed and clearly loving it.

Craig looked up and caught his breath before flashing the Bull a game smile. "Your special weekend, son... tell your Dad how you wanna run the play." The man leaned in with a lewd swipe of the tongue along the heavy shaft. "I can take it, buddy."

While Craig fisted the oversized shaft, Declan smirked even wider now and pushed two fingers into the man's mouth, testing the give of his lips and the way Craig's tongue worked around the calloused fingers. "You're gonna be so good to me, aren't you, Dad?"

Craig got a glint in his eye and nodded. As Declan's fingers pull out he teased. "Just want you to give USC your due consideration, stud," he winked.

"Is that right?" Declan grinned. The jock could almost imagine the "Sex for Play Scandal Rocks USC" headline, given the rules Craig was breaking for the both of them. But it was just the two of them, in the privacy of this mountain cabin, and it turned him on that this 6'4" ex-jock was fucking his to use. For the weekend probably. At least for right now. With a surge of horniness, he angled his steely erection down and pushed past the man's wet eager lips.

He heard Craig's hungry grunt. Then a soft choke as that throat got used to Declan's size once more. The jock's thick fingers massaged the short blond-silver hair on the sides of Craig's head as he pumped in and out, working back to the full deep throating the two had achieved early. As worked up as the jock was, he was cautious at first, watching the alum to make sure he was OK, that Craig actually could take it.

Then something clicked in the older man and it was open sesame. And Declan was fucking on the perfect combo of tight wetness and openness. It all felt so good. Incredible even, and the defensive-line jock just wanted more of those sensations. Holding on tighter he fucked Craig's face faster, deep pumps of that 8.5 inch dong that made his heavy nuts slap against Craig's chin.

The man moaned, but the strong hands massaging Declan's thighs told the jock they were moans of sexual excitement. The jock's hips pumped faster, his glutes clenching in time. He was cumming now, hard.

"Holy shit!" he cried, leaning his head back and shoving all the way in as his balls felt like they were turning inside out to unload his heavy jock wad, delivering it right to Craig Fuller's belly.

He rode that nut and savored it. He'd NEVER had an orgasm that intense, and half it was the psychological dimension of the hard changing sex. But after taking a couple seconds to enjoy the aftershocks, his fingers massaging Craig's hair softly, he realized the poor man probably needed some air and a well-deserved break.

Quickly, but not too quickly, he extracted his spent dick, feeling the slurp of Craig's mouth as the man sucked down the excess saliva, and with it some cum dribbles from the tip of Declan's stalk.

"Fuck son," Craig said as he caught his breath. "I think you needed that."

You have no idea, Declan almost answered. But instead he sank down into the water again and kissed the hunky, handsome man. It was his first kiss with another man, and it felt right. The move surprised Craig, for sure, but he quickly melted into it, feeling Declan's signature approach of soft and overly eager. It worked for the dad, no doubt.

"No way am I gonna be able to get in a hot tub without throwing hard," Declan joked as they broke their kiss.

Craig had a thrilled expression on his face, like he was the newbie 19-year-old and Declan was the old pro at dude sex. Reaching down he wrapped his hand around that Bull cock, feeling it still rock hard. "You think you got another in you tonight, kiddo."

Declan was now taking the opportunity to feel up his host's hunky, fit body. "Damn, Craig... you have no idea."

****

It wasn't too early when Craig Fuller slipped out from the sheets, but it was winter dark out. He could hear Declan softly sleeping in the queen bed as Craig padded softly toward the master bathroom to rinse off the previous night's sex.

God, that Miles kid could fuck, the married man thought with a shudder as he relived the previous evening in his head. He'd met jocks not interested in sex with other men. And he'd met young studs who could be coaxed into getting some no-recip head. Craig had even occasionally hit the jackpot with a real player in the bedroom, often a water-polo prospect who loved man-on-man sex.

But he'd never encountered anyone quite like Declan... a shy newbie who was so game for everything. The corporate exec had walked the defensive end through giving his first rim job and fucking his first ass. The kid was a natural, feeding off the excitement and the casual roleplay and getting off when Craig teasingly called Declan his Young Bull.

Craig now stepped under the shower spray and soaped up. Reaching back between his smooth buns, he felt the tender, raw hole that was now stretched more than a little. He'd actually almost backed down when he first saw Declan's huge wang, but now he was glad he rose to the challenge. After the discomfort and struggle, that girth had powered Craig Fuller to two toe-curling cums last night. And in the process Declan had shot a couple of football-jock-sized loads up his guts.

As his fingers massaged soap around the pucker, some of that semen spilled out and landed with loud plops onto the shower tile.

"Jesus," Craig gasped, feeling impressed and more than a little slutty. Maybe Declan would want to stay inside all day rather than go skiing. "You're out of control, old boy," he laughed out loud, to no one but himself. Giving one final rinse he turned off the shower and stepped out into an oversized fluffy towel.

He was quiet as he could be as he turned out the bathroom light and stepped back into the master bedroom. Craig slipped on some briefs and made his way out, leaving the door ajar behind him. He fired up the coffee maker and picked his phone off the counter. A voicemail from his wife awaited, but he'd return that later. And a couple of texts from Clay Helton wondering how it was going.

"Pretty good Coach," he typed. "Let's just say if he signs some guys are gonna be VERY happy with his stats."

He set down the phone with a grin and padded back to the bedroom. Peeking in, he saw Declan stir with the morning dawn that seemed amplified by the snow cover outside.

"Hey," the jock greeted in his deep morning voice.

"Hey," Craig said. "Not sure if you drink coffee or how you take it," he offered.

"Cream, no sugar," the stud grunted, not fully awake.

"Coming right up, buddy."

When he returned with two mugs, Declan was sitting up in bed, his magnificent, strong chest on full display, unconcerned with the cooler air in the cabin. "You're the best, man," he said, with the chipperness of the previous evening now returning.

He took the mug from Craig and tossed out a compliment. "God you're so fucking hot. I almost thought last night was a dream."

"I take it you're OK with everything that happened," the man said, half flirting but also cautiously checking in. If Declan freaked out the next morning, he wouldn't be the first prospect to do so.

The jock took a sip of coffee then slid down the covers to show off that massive tool, rigid and lying against his lightly hairy belly. Like last night, those fat testicles dangled beneath the fat stalk.

"What do you think?" he laughed.

Craig lay in a position to match Declan's, only his full body was on top of the sheets. "I think it's insane you're hard like that after last night."

The defensive end shrugged. "Always wake up with morning wood."

"Can I help with that?" Craig grinned.

"Fuck yeah, Daddy," the athlete grunted, kicking down the sheets and spreading his meaty legs.

The business dad set down his mug and leaned over to start licking that amazing cock. Impossibly it seemed even bigger than the night before and just as rigid.

"Fuckin' A, buddy... suck that big Bull dick," Declan growled, tossing back the sex talk Craig had used on him the night before. "Jesus, you're a hot fucking cocksucker."

Even with the dom talk, there was a playfulness to Declan's love of sex that excited Craig. He worked more of those fat inches deeper into his throat, working up and down with clear skill.

"Aw... FUCK!" Declan hissed and his fingers now ran through the cocksucker's hair. Not face fucking like last night but savoring the man's ability. Letting Daddy do the work. He could feel his nuts twitch as Craig bobbed up and down all eight and a half girthy inches. If he kept that up, Declan would cum and son.

Craig was so into his efforts and his deep throating success that he at first didn't realize the signal to pull off. But now Declan was lifting his head off his lap. That beautiful dong was rock hard and covered in spit, inches away from his face and shining in the morning light. Craig would say Declan was like a porn star, but at that moment he was more. A young God of a Bull. Horny and in need.

"We didn't do doggy last night," the jock said simply. Round one had been missionary, the second one had Craig riding Declan cowboy.

Craig looked up. The Idaho stud was so cute, almost angelic with his bed head and his big body. "Just go easy, buddy," the man said. "Please."

"You got it," the jock hissed. He'd watched a lot of porn before and loved the primal nature of a man fucking another man from behind. He wanted to try that with Craig. Excitedly, he watched the ex-water polo player position his tall hunky body on all fours, and the position made the surprisingly smooth ass cheeks seem more impressively strong and round. Declan got behind and crouched down.

"Aw yeah, eat my ass, buddy..." Craig sighed as he felt Declan's tongue root around. It was like the hesitation of last night was gone, as the jock munched hole like a starved man. "Make your Dad want it..."

Declan slapped both round buns at the same time and started tongue fucking Craig's relaxed pucker. In all the rim job lasted maybe five minuted, but to both men it felt like an exquisite stopping of time.

Until the executive felt the cool air on his wet pucker and then a rough application of lube by Declan's thick callouses fingers. The application was without finesse, but Craig was horny now and enjoyed the rough probing, almost jabs, before the digits withdrew and he felt that huge blunt instrument press against his entrance.

"Coming in, Dad," Declan announced. "Slow.... there you go... open up, buddy..." The entry stung for sure, but after the initial breach, the penetration went far easier than the previous ones for Craig. The jock's hands were now massaging along the older man's back as more thick meat pressed in, up until a tight spot four inches in. "Come on, Fuller... I fucked you twice last night... you can do this bud..."

Craig bit his lip and willed himself to relax. It didn't work, the more he thought about it the more his bowels clenched and tried to repel the oversized invader.

Until they didn't. Somehow, suddenly, the man's ass flowered open for Declan, who sank balls deep.

"Oh fuck, man, that's hot," the jock enthused as he took a second to feel the sensations of bottoming out. "I love fucking you, Dad..."

The first thrusts were gentle and slow, even if Declan's grip on Craig's waist was firm, to the point of being tight. See sawing that shaft in and out, and gently pressing against the man's prostate in the process.

"Fuck me, son," Craig urged in response. "Show me what you got."

Declan puffed his chest out and felt the strength of the sex hormones pump through his arms. "Careful what you wish for, sir." He pulled out and jabbed in with a hard thrust.

"Fuck yeah," Craig growled in attempt to keep the sensations on the pleasurable side of the dividing line. Then came another shove. "Fuck me you goddamn Bull," he said, excited he was taking this massive cock.

That was all Declan needed. He threw his whole body into fucking Craig Fuller. Ass, legs, arms, core... everything to give deep rhythmic strokes in and out of the man's guts. He was living out the hottest porn fuck he'd ever watched and then some. And once Craig bucked his ass back, even a little, it was all the jock needed to go wild. Kicking apart the DILF's legs, he nailed the middle aged hunk flat to the mattress and just FUCKED.

The last night he'd tried to follow Craig's lead and had been eager to get the older man off, too. Now, he was gonna cum and every thought in his head had vanished next to that pure animal need. The two men were bouncing up and down on the mattress, Declan was nailing him so hard.

Then the jock felt himself orgasm, the tightness of Craig's ass now a little slicker with his seed. He slowed his thrusts but still rode out his cum. Then he collapsed, satisfied on the man's sinewed back.

"Tell me you liked that, too," the jock finally asked with concern as his 245 pounds of football beef rolled off Craig's tall body, the sticky slick dong slipping out from between those daddy buns. Casually, affectionally Declan ran his hand up the man's hamstrings and over the smooth melon-shaped ass cheek.

Craig nodded as he twisted his upper body so he could face his jock fucker. "God help me I did." He looked down at the sheets and realized he hadn't in fact cum yet. But he'd been so close, before Declan nearly fucked him unconscious. "I guess you like it a little rough, huh, buddy?"

Declan scooted his big bulk up to sit against the headboard again. His dick not going down completely, he relished the way this man twice his age looked lovingly at it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Don't get the chance to go wild like that normally." He got a sheepish look that had an impish quality just behind. "And you said I was calling the plays this weekend," he reminded Craig.

***

Declan returned to Boise drained. He hadn't even been able to come with that last blowjob before Craig drove him to the Vail airport, but neither men cared. It was the attempt that thrilled them both.

"Feel free to drop me a line, stud... anytime," Craig had instructed him with a pat on the leg as he dropped him off.

The defensive end was on cloud nine the whole flight back. Imagining his future playing career at USC come 2019, imagining what he'd look like in a red and gold Trojan uniform, looking forward to the warm California weather. Anticipating hooking up with Craig Fuller again. Declan would contact Clay Helton on Monday and sign the papers.

Only as the plane taxied and Declan turned on his phone there was a voicemail from a number he didn't recognize.

"Declan! This is Coach Cristobal from Oregon. We're really impressed with what you have to offer and would love to talk more. I have some business down in Hawaii next week and was wondering if you wanted to join me. You know, talk about Oregon Football and if it would be a good fit for you. Anyway, give me a call back when you get this message." The Coach then left his number. "Hope to hear from you buddy."

Declan grinned and leaned back in the roomy business class seat. As he spread his legs, he felt that meat firm up in his jeans.

#drakestories

[mariacallous]

This week, as every week, Brexit enfeebled the UK. It was not a one-off disaster, like a fatal heart attack. Rather Brexit is showing itself to be a debilitating disease that never grants us a moment’s peace.

In the past few days

The post-Brexit trade talks between the UK and Canada collapsed. Despite all the promises of global Britain crossing the clear blue oceans and cutting deals with India, the US, Canada and China, we remain isolated.

After years of being too scared to actually take control of the UK’s borders, the government promised checks on imported food from the EU. The effect, according to the food industry, will be to raise prices and produce shortages. (Romantics searching for flowers for Valentine’s Day may well have their work cut out, despairing florists are already warning.)

Brexit took away the right of Brits to live and work where we pleased in the EU. For a while in 2023 it looked as if France would allow British expats to stay for longer than 90 days at a stretch. But the French courts blocked that concession to second home owners in the Dordogne.

Meanwhile the Brexit inspired border in the Irish Sea between Northern Ireland and the rest of the UK continued to enrage Ulster Unionists, who in their hearts must now know that English Tories have played them for fools.

Finally, the Guardian reported that the EU's plans to increase bulk medicine procurement across the bloc risk creating shortages in Britain.

That’s just in the past few days.  

And yet the politicians who promised the electorate that leaving the EU would turn us into a world leader are simply not held to account.

You would have to be 35 or older to remember how the BBC used to deal with politicians who failed to deliver on their promises. In 2003 Tony Blair backed the US invasion of Iraq on the grounds that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction.

He didn’t.

BBC journalists tore into the then Labour government. Its ministers had taken us to war on a false prospectus, they claimed. Lied, in short.

And yet in a dereliction of journalistic duty the BBC has let the false prospectus of Brexit pass without the smallest attempt to remind its authors of their false promises.

Here is Daniel Hannan, the Zelig of British nationalism. For more than two decades, he popped up at what felt like every right-wing meeting and rally, urging ever more Utopian fantasies on the luckless British public.  

In 2016, he promised the revival of depressed British cities, a Silicon Valley in the East End of London, and falling prices and booming wages for us all.

Is he or any other Conservative or Faragist politician questioned to within an inch of his life by the BBC?

Of course not. Continuous funding cuts and right-wing attacks have destroyed the corporation’s ability to provide a vital news service. It’s given up on democratic accountability.

I can make one argument in its defence. If a BBC presenter were in the room with me now, I am sure they would say that the Labour opposition is giving them nothing to report. It is staying silent for fear of alienating elderly voters. The Liberal Democrats shut up for the same reason.

In its politicians and media, the UK is like the caricature Victorian family that puts on a show of respectability and says nothing about its dirty secrets.

No one, however, can shut up Professor Chris Grey, and our culture is the better for it. His Brexit & Beyond blog is the best source of information on our national malaise, and I was delighted to have him on podcast.

I will write a longer piece, which will bounce off our conversation about the purity spiral on the right Brexit set off. With a bit of luck that should be up tomorrow or on Wednesday. I am also working of a read on the lessons from the 1920s for the 2020s.

[i--antimony]

twoweeker tuesday: redux

im really making a trend of two-weekin these huh. gonna try to Not do that bc it makes me way less likely to actually do it lol. speed-posting this before bed (and before the melatonin kicks my ass, i'm trying to reset my sleep sched a bit)

listening: hozier unreal unearth. sammy rae & the friends. leaving this pretty sparse because i don't want to dig back through my history for the past two weeks and that's definitely the bulk of it. some notes from the Release Radar(tm) that i like: good luck, babe! - chappell roan bell - rob blivion waiting. - pater ...all (feat jake clemons, live) - grouplove i had not my hat - tom rosenthal april 8, 2024: the great north american eclipse - sleeping at last (!!!) too sweet - hozier flea - st vincent lil' freak - bbno$

reading: finished the main bit of scum villain! i'm reading the extras now. officially read all three mxtx books

watching: FINISHED SERIAL EXPERIMENTS LAIN. i have so many thoughts. i was in delta-orionis' dms about it a bit but my ass has so many Notes. many thoughts. gnosticism mostly but also the obvious tech-as-extension-of-self throughline. idk it was a very weird show and i definitely need to re-watch it to let it sink in a little more.

playing: no games but a lot of horn! i have an audition tomorrow for the fall's campus ensembles, i am...not super confident about it tbh, unsurprisingly i am not back to where i was pre-pandemic so my upper range and endurance is still really crunchy.

making: i keep forgetting to charge my phone before pottery so it keeps. dying. so i made quite a few new things the past few weeks but no photos of those - i did Crack the Code a bit, so now i can more reliably get things shaped in a conscious way. basically i was sitting too far forward so when i was pulling the walls up i was actually doing it at an angle, if i sit with my nose over the center of the pot it's all *chef kiss* beautiful. anyways here's a few glaze related pics. a lot of disappointment unfortunately.

1. my fucked up teacups. god im so mad about these. they were supposed to be a cool grey-green with a white flower, and matte. it is None Of These Things. idk will get redone. big mad.

2. bowl and mug that both got bubbles because i misread the glaze labels - they're both mayco glazes that are optimized for cone 05, not cone 5, so the both the color is not as good as i thought and also the surface variation is. not great. the bowl is acceptable, it's mirror blue, it went through the kiln again and the bubbles evened out (pic is from before), and plus it's on the outside - i just put plain white on the inside - so it's fine. the mug is a little more problematic. it was green slip sgraffito with evergreen fir over top, and i really love the color effect, but there's some small bubbles along the rim...this glaze was marked as food safe in a way that the mirror blue is Not so i thought it would be fine but. well. i'm hoping nuking it in the kiln again will smooth those out.

3. One Good Thing: trying a new glaze technique! someone in my studio does this gorgeous thing where she paints on flowers with underglaze, then covers them with liquid latex to paint on the background, and finally peels off the latex. it always comes out sooo nice, so when i ordered some more underglaze i went ahead and added liquid latex to cart too :3 this is just the flowers, i will be adding the background tomorrow!

eating: uhhh good cauliflower vegetarian shawarma thing that i refused to make unless we added a can of chickpeas because where in the fuck is the protein. tonight was a miso-butter chicken with radishes that we added potatoes and onions to. both sheetpan recipes so im def a fan of those now.

misc: ouuuugh. augh. oughghghg. i need to be done with homework forever please god. i have like...7? 8? total hws left between my two classes. and then i am Done With Classes. mentally gearing up to do my preliminaries at the end of the summer. not to doxx myself but ouch. basketball yesterday. Pain. the eclipse yesterday WAS unreal. oh my god. i drove to [redacted] very small town about 40 minutes from me and it was perfect. so glad i avoided the Big City, although that's where my roommate and her mom went and apparently the traffic was fine, but i'm definitely glad to have been in a less crowded zone. i get it now. i want to take that feeling i had watching totality and eat it and keep it with me forever. i was with friends. the weather was perfect. it was beautiful.

#tuesdayposting

[barnesafterglow]

it's hard to believe that it's been an entire year since i posted my very first fic on this account. it feels like so much longer and at the same time like no time has passed at all. despite all the ups and downs that i've had on here, with my writing and otherwise, i am so so grateful for this community and all the friends i've made on here.

i'm big on celebrating, so i thought i could do a little sleepover in honor of my one year anniversary! since tomorrow (july 14th) is my official post date, i won't be answering asks until then, but feel free to start sending them as soon as you want! i'll keep answering asks all weekend, until sunday july 17th. i will be out of town all weekend, so these will likely be answered later in the evening in bulk rather than through out the day, but i will get to all of them!!

thank you so much to everyone who has ever supported me on here, your encouragement and comments are the reason i'm still around. thank you @pellucid-constellations for being my best friend in the whole world. if tumblr brought me anything, i'm so glad it was you. and another special thanks to @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare, not only for helping me so much with this sleepover, but being my constant hype woman and spring board for ideas, even when i don't think i deserve it. i could type out paragraphs for every single one of you but i really think i would cry, so i'll leave it at those two

so without further ado, here's the setup of the sleepover:

- you don’t have to be following me to participate and feel free to send as many asks as you like!!

📰 local news: i'll put my everyday playlist on shuffle and rec you a song!

📰 international news: send me any recommendations you have for tv shows, movies, books, songs, etc!

📰 entertainment: any of your typical sleepover games! (fmk, would you rather, top 5 or anything else you can think of!)

📰 society pages: send me any cast your mutuals (or share some hot gossip ;)

📰 comic strips: send me a song, aesthetic, or prompt + a character (or not!) and i'll make a lil moodboard based on it

📰 sports: send me a description of yourself/a fun fact + a fandom (marvel or stranger things) and i'll ship you with a character!

📰 advice column: anonymously (or not) send me any burning questions you have about love, life, etc (do not take anything i say seriously, please)

📰 classifieds: recommend some of your own fics or just some fics you love! i read everything from marvel to stranger things to star wars to harry potter, so pretty much anything is fair game if you wanna shout yourself or someone else out!

📰 letter to the editor: ask me any questions you have about fics i've written, any WIPs, writing in general, or just any questions you may have about me as a person!

no pressure tagging some mutuals <3

@sweetdreamsbuck @sweetascanbee @foreverindreamlandd @spidderboy @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @softlysteven @lilacletter @treatbuckywkisses @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @aphrogeneias @jadedvibes @atlaese @bemine-bucky @inklore @majestyeverlasting @asgardwinter @bubblebuckys

#tiffany's one year sleepover

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

WIP Wednesday

Saw a post celebrating leather daddies (as we SHOULD) and immediately got reminded of my little hint at NMJ and MY being into the leather scene in my 3zun extra for my 70’s AU so. Anyway I definitely 100% needed another new wip, I was running low 💀

—//—

Lan Xichen arrives home from work to his phone ringing. He contemplates not answering — there’s a big case most of the firm has been assigned to work on, and many of his colleagues Lan Xichen has not yet had the…pleasure of working with don’t seem to have much respect for personal time like his usual team does.

The ringing stops as he’s untying his shoes, and starts again just as he’s sliding his feet into his house slippers. A little spike of worry wriggles its way under his ribs. Of course it isn’t only people from the office who have his phone number, and if it’s his family calling then to do so this late (and so insistently) would mean an emergency.

He hurries into the kitchen to answer it, the cool, heavy plastic creaking a little in his grip as he lifts it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Er-ge,” Meng Yao practically purrs on the other end and every bit of nebulous anxiety abruptly fizzles out to be replaced by something much sweeter.

“A-Yao,” Xichen replies with a tender little curl of a smile. He switches to Mandarin to continue, “I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until tomorrow, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Were you working late again, gege?”

“I was. You may scold me as much as you like.”

“So forward!” A-Yao laughs, catching the innuendo just as Xichen had intended. “You want to come out tonight? We could do something about that scolding if you want, though I actually had more of a special treat in mind.”

Xichen closes his eyes and doesn’t even try to stop smiling like a fool. He knows what he should say — it’s late, it’s only Wednesday and he has work in the morning.

“What’s my treat?” he asks instead, because anything but seeing his boyfriends a day earlier than anticipated seems like unnecessary torment, and he’s trying not to punish himself either intentionally or not anymore, as per said boyfriends’ request.

“The bar’s understaffed tonight, literally no one available to cover the first shift, so Da-ge has caved to the inevitable and agreed to do it. He’s a sight to see, I promise it’ll be worth the trip.”

“You and Mingjue-ge are always worth the trip,” Xichen argues. He smiles wider to hear A-Yao laugh and turn his head to call out what he’d said to Mingjue, barely muffled by, Xichen assumes, his hand over the receiver.

There’s a bit of a scuffle and a waspish, “Go pick it up in our room, you animal!” that Xichen stifles a laugh at, easily imagining Mingjue using his bulk and much longer reach to manhandle the phone away from A-Yao.

“You suck-up,” Mingjue grumbles in his ear, the words clumsy but tinged with his amusement. (His Mandarin isn’t quite as fluid as A-Yao’s, but they all agreed it was the best way to keep Xichen’s lily-white neighbors from overhearing something dangerous should they pick up and catch them saying something private on the neighborhood party line.)

“I only speak the truth! You’re always worth seeing, gege.”

Mingjue grumbles some more under his breath, some mixture of English and the dialect that Xichen has only ever heard Mingjue and his brother use (and barely understands even when spoken clearly), before he sighs and says, “Come to the bar, A-Huan. You’ll have fun, we want to see you.”

“Alright, you’ve twisted my arm,” Xichen laughs. “I’ll be there, ge, don’t worry.”

“Good.”

Xichen’s heart stutters in his chest at the sound of a click, someone new connecting in.

“It’s just me, I picked up the other line,” A-Yao soothes, anticipating his fear with his usual ease. “So you’re coming, yes?”

Xichen exhales the fresh tension with a hum. “Mn, I’d love to. I’ll have to leave early in the morning though.”

A-Yao tuts softly, the sort of gentle disapproval that can send both Xichen and Mingjue to their knees to apologize in a heartbeat. “That still leaves us plenty of time tonight. Just get here soon.”

“Quick as I can,” Xichen promises them both, painfully earnest in a way he knows they know to expect from him now.

#the untamed fanfic #WIP Wednesday #3zun #1970’s AU #still tooting my ‘let 3zun be playful and happy together’ horn at full volume #also the bit about the party line - it’s mad #my grandma apparently used to do that - just sit on the neighborhood party phone like (one like for a cluster of houses) to catch gossip #ugh ‘line’ not like I’m not gonna retype that

[thrandilf]

I am SLEEBY rn but while thinking abt it I think I will be changing the fic summary for tdytyk on ao3 either tomorrow or when I update (soon!) bc

People do browse fic looking for their fave featured characters and kinds of dynamics and wanna know what's on the can

And while I do still have more plot twists up my sleeves

The summary rn is very "Aaravos is in Callum’s dreams, will he or won't he get Callum on his side"

But someone pointed out to me lately that like, if the summary had mentioned that a majority of the fic is Callum Aaravos and Mage Fam all together they would have read sooner bc its like. They're into Mage Fam but I'm like well it's a plot spoiler but also, well, people scroll and just see what I tell them so maybe sticking that big label on the can is necessary

Like the emotional will he or won't he regarding learning magic/bargaining about the fate of the world with Callum and Aaravos is resolved so early on and the bulk of fic after is like, the fallout/Rest of what happens and there's a lot of plot coming as I finish moving pieces where I need em but like

I've realized my summary only addresses up to like chapter 3 and needs an upgrade and perhaps I'll do a new info post in a few chapters too

Like The Devil You Thought You Knew is meant to have some surprises but the summary just doesn't address that there is a wide scope of what's going on here

[thessalian]

Thess vs Travel

It stopped raining so I did in fact go out. Did pretty well, too, all things considered - didn’t get everything I wanted, but remembered a few things I needed.

Picked up some more mallet meds. I wasn’t entirely out but was going to be out by tomorrow, probably, so I figured better to get everything done in one yomp than to have to go drag myself out on a Sunday. Not that Saturdays aren’t bad (because they very much are) but Saturday and Sunday in succession are worse.

The grocery store in Peckham did not have little marshmallows for my hot chocolate. Woe. Still, I do have some; I just like to stockpile.

Speaking of stockpiling, on my hunt for basmati rice, I fould bulk bags of various spices I use in curry rather cheaper than I find them at my local corner shop. So I stocked up on turmeric, cumin seeds, ground coriander, chilli powder, and some paprika because I use that a fair bit too. Shouldn’t need to do that for awhile, and I can probably experiment with different curry recipes too. I’m kind of keen on trying chicken tikka masala next; it’s another of my favourites.

I got my basmati - just a small bag since I only have it when I’m having curry and I was going to be dragging home enough as it is. Though I might actually make pilau rice, since I worked that one out when I invited Mum over last month. I also got some ready-prepared pappadoms and some raita, because I deserve a treat.

I also took advantage of that grocery’s store 3-for-2 offer on fruit, so I have grapes, cherries, and Pink Lady apples (my favourites but I don’t indulge that often because of the cost). Like I said - I deserve a treat. And this treat is healthy, even.

I also remembered I kept meaning to get some toilet cleaner, mostly because the hard water in this country is a nightmare and I’m fed up with looking at the hard water stains. A little more expensive than I like, getting the good stuff that’s supposed to be ideal for breaking up hard water stains, but probably worth it.

So now I’m home and a little sore with it, because yomping around a grocery store is less than fun for me. Turns out I don’t have a Shenanigans session tonight because poor @lovefrometernity is still not feeling well and I would like the ability to teleport because SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT REQUIRES TAKING CARE OF AND THERE IS AN OCEAN AND A CONTINENT IN THE WAY AND I HATE IT. Small silver lining is that I get more gaming time, and a real full 100% week off where I don’t really have to do anything. But I’d rather be gaming with my friends, and I’d much rather have my friend not be sick.

EDIT: This is apparently my 100,000th post. I have been here THAT LONG, and posted THAT MUCH. Thank you for putting up with me.

#Thess is a motherfucking adult

[bvannn]

Weekly Update July 28, 2023

Still a zombie from work, but trying to work on it. Trying to get better about exercise and whatnot, sleeping too. That being said I’m still doing art stuff

TRGA: this week I finished reimporting the assets for my next effects test, and have a bulk of the test animation done. I realize that one of the problems I’ve had with animation thus far is timing, though I am already improving, and will get a better sense for it when animating to audio for the final project. Even if this new effects test works, I will likely have to create and import assets for Tim and Emile’s hair, as hair is unique to each rig and requires a good number of sketchy lines. That should hopefully not be too bad, though. I might also have to throw some assets together for feet in the future, but for the current project the only one who shows their feet is Jon, so I’ll just do his, see if they work, and then try the same strategy for the others. Again, it should not be too bad, as I’ll only need top and bottom pieces for each foot, possibly only for one foot if I can get away with flipping them.

Artfight will be coming to a close soon, I have queued up the last of the e pieces I have done, and will be doing the same for the pieces I do tomorrow (and Sunday, if I do any on Sunday). I’ll also try to do an appreciation post for all the people who drew my characters, since it was surprisingly a lot! Thank you all so much!

Writing stuff is chugging along slowly, once an outline is done I’ll chop it up into pages and start thumbnailing it, rather than trying to script out specific panels or whatever. I don’t know where I’ll throw the finished comic but I’m not going to worry about it until closer to being finished.

Next month I will try to focus on music a bit more. I’ll throw together some covers of video game tracks, then if all goes well I’ll chip away at a medley I’ve been working on. I still don’t understand how uploading audio to tumblr works, since I see people do it with funny one off shitposts all the time but last time I tried to do it for myself it wanted me to make a bandcamp or Spotify or whatever account which I’d rather not do unless I’m able to produce passable quality music semi-consistently. Until then, anything I do make will go on my Newgrounds! Once I’m able to do animations or music consistently I do want to make a big push for newgrounds content, because I do think it is a really cool site, but I need to make something worth pushing first. So I’ll keep chipping away at it.

#weekly update

[awlwren-writes]

24. "Sitting on their front porch in their hammock, one lying on top of the other, and listening to the rain as it hits the pavement just in front of them." for CorNyx, please?

A very long time in answering (three months! /o\) but I thought you could use some fluff, my dear friend. Written very quickly and only mildly edited, so don't be surprised if you see some things change.

Mood music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q76bMs-NwRk

Nyx had known, somehow, when he left for Insomnia that Galahd would never be his home again. That something had been lost with his sister’s death, with the loss of security as the Niffs proved just how vulnerable they were, that could never be regained. It’s why he had put off coming back so much. He couldn’t bear to see his childhood house, the familiar forests and rivers, and know that they were changed, were forever beyond him. Instead he’d tried to make a new home in Insomnia, and piece by piece it had worked, sort of, and he’d told himself it was enough.

When Cor had come into his life, and he felt like he had an actual anchor to the city, a person and a place to send roots down into, it had given him more of a sense of home, of safety, than the security of the wall or the quiet boredom of Gate Duty had ever done. And so when Cor had finally convinced him to visit the islands again, to help his mom pack up his old room so that his cousin could finally have one all to himself, he’d felt strong enough, secure enough to risk his heart by going back.

It hurt, but in a good way, to see his mother face to face, to smell the proper scent of the earth in the rain and feel the warm, wet breeze on his face. It made him realize there was a bit of home still here, too, despite the losses, a sense of belonging he had been denying himself. He pushed that old guilt away and let the warm, solid bulk of Cor lying on top of him, almost dozing, the gentle sway of the hammock beneath them, the quiet sound of the afternoon rain as it landed on the edge of the porch and the open yard beyond, soothe his battered instincts that insisted that there was something he needed to be aware of, some danger to be guarded against. After all, it had happened once before, hadn't it?

But vigilance wasn’t his job right now. He’d trust the glaives and the Border Patrol to keep watch at their official posts, now, to spot the danger long before he ever could here in the shadow of the mountain, just like he’d trust them at camp, or like he’d trust the Wall, at least for now. For now, his biggest concern was getting Cor to go to sleep after he’d kept him up all night to see the meteor shower over the ocean without the wall or lights of Insomnia to get in the way. Nyx had fallen asleep out there on the rooftop, but Cor had stayed up hours longer, and had been paying for it all day. As much as he hated to hear it, he wasn’t as young as he used to be.

So Nyx carded his fingers through his fiancé’s hair, summoned up all his courage and all the serenity of the moment to sooth his own rapidly beating heart, and started to croon a lullaby he hadn’t thought of in years: “Soft rain is falling, the earth blooms anew; the forest’s sleeping and so, dear, should you. Sleep well my own Cor,” he smiled crookedly as he substituted Cor’s name for the original “heart” but kept going with the song as if it never happened, even as his fiancé snorted against his neck, “be peaceful your dreams, the afternoon storm’s not as dark as it seems.”

Cor nestled closer to him, but didn’t say anything, so Nyx licked his lips and continued. “Sleep, sleep, my own Cor, this darkness will pass, and you and I, lovely, will look back and laugh. For the dark is a gift, here, as much as the rain, and tomorrow we’ll come here and sleep once again."

He breathed in the familiar smells and kept going despite the lump in his throat. “Sleep well, my own Cor, our tasks they can wait, for to rest with my own Cor is our Storm-blessed fate. Sleep well, my own Cor, our fate it can wait, for the rest with my own Cor is a joy that can’t wait.” He didn’t remember any more verses beyond that one, which should be sung last, but it didn’t seem to matter, as Cor’s breathing had turned heavy and slow. Nyx kept humming softly over the sound of the rain and soon followed him down into sleep.

#and get some answers #my fics #Nyx Ulric #CorNyx #music #Cor Leonis #ffxv #speculative fiction #hope you enjoy #♥️

[taperwolf]

I'm still having problems with the Wasp filter — I've got it to where it operates enough to boost the input volume but not enough to actually filter a}nything— but I've started on a second project in parallel with it, a different voltage controlled filter. This one's the PM Foundations 3320-VCF, a four-pole low-pass filter with voltage control over frequency and resonance, based on the CEM3320 or its remake, the AS3320.

This is their photo of a completed version, and it'll be a while before mine gets to this point. See, I ordered the PCB/panel combo one late night, reasoning that I already had the two chips needed for the build — a TL074 quad op amp and the AS3320 four-stage VCF chip — so I could complete it rather quickly. I then realized that I didn't have the right kind of jacks or potentiometers, so I ordered them from Tayda, a discount supplier I've had good luck with.

But they didn't have two specific kinds of pots needed, one 50k linear one and one 100k logarithmic one, nor one special kind of capacitor. PMF have a shopping cart with all the parts put together at Mouser, the big electronics distributor, so I checked that and saw that those caps weren't going to be available for six months or so. So I checked over with the other big electronics distributor, Digikey, and they had them available immediately, if shipping from a third party. So I ordered the two pots and the caps from them, and though we were up to four separate shipments, I figured we were done.

That's when I thought to check if I had all the values of resistors needed. And you guessed it, I did not.

So I went through my stocks and made up packets of the required resistors that I did have, and noted which five values I still needed, and went back to Mouser to get those. Except I couldn't just get them from the provided shopping cart, because those specific ones only come in reels of 200 each. Even though they're quite cheap at that quantity, when the project calls for at most five of a given value, it's hard to justify 195 leftover parts for a one-off project. So I did, eventually, get those all ordered.

The boards arrived yesterday, and the Digikey pots arrived today; the rest of the resistors should be here tomorrow or Tuesday, the caps sometime this week — and the Tayda shipment will be here, um, maybe this month? The shipping label has been created, but they deliver by bulk-sending from (I think) Thailand to Kentucky and then the USPS takes over.

But the upshot is that I have zero patience, so I went ahead and put the resistors that I do have on the board.

Once the other eleven resistors show up (along with their 39 spares), I can put them on, then the IC sockets, the power header, and the caps. The pots and jacks mount on alternate sides on the board, and have to be slightly tacked on and then soldered fully into place once the panel is affixed using their mounting nuts, so all of those need to arrive before I can put any on. I'll keep y'all posted.

#diy #electronic music #homebrew electronics #eurorack #3320 vcf #voltage control