#price cut

[dduane]

As we continue tweaking prices at the store, and in the wake of the recent price change on the "All The Wizardry" bundle, it made sense to adjust (downward!) the price of the 9-volume New Millennium Edition box set.

So we've done that, reducing it to USD $24.99. (Yay!)

Don't need all the wizardry we've got, but just want the first nine books in the main sequence? The link above is what you want.*

And as the nice men in the commercial used to say, "Thank you for your support!"

(PS: please note that since Kindles don't take Amazon's old .mobi format any more—they've finally finished switching over to the industry-standard .epub format—that's what our Kindle box set now contains. Just in case you were wondering. But if for some reason you prefer to have .mobi files, we can still supply those: just drop us a note via the store's support email.

*Assuming you're not in the UK, as—unfortunately—due to Brexit-related BS, we can't sell directly to you any more. Details are here.

#ebooks #Young Wizards #Diane Duane #price cut

[ainews18]

#international #fuel charges #airlines indigo #air fuel #price cut #indigo #ainews18 #ainews18.com

[wildwildwestcon]

Friends, why have I shared a crop of a Dali painting with you tonight?

BECAUSE IT'S TIME.

Dali was mocking the rigidity of time here. Now, time is a flat circle, as we all know, somewhat wibbly-wobbly, etc etc. But we have a hard realistic true to life date to share with you today and that date is OCTOBER FIRST.

October 1 is the day #WWWC12 prices go to full price, without exception! So if you want to save a few dollars on your passes, get a hustle on, you haven't got much time!

You can grab your passes here: https://www.wildwestcon.com/convention-passes-wwwc12/

Looking forward to seeing all your smiling shining faces for #WWWC12Heroes vs #WWWC12Villains! Remember to stay tuned here for news, announcements, and updates as they become available!

#early bird #steampunk con #steampunk con badges #price cut #sale #wibbly wobbly timey wimey

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[clairedelune-13]

I’m sorry, but I’m genuinely obsessed with this part of the outtakes, cuz when David finally gets Michael to break, he adopts this adorable expression… I can’t...

David, you little angel, you won this round 😂

#they are so cute ima go throw up #in a good way? #🤣🤣🤣 #david tennant #cut-price mike yarwood michael sheen #staged #outtakes #ineffable soulmates

[yeyinde]

Outlaw!Price, the enigmatic leader of the notorious and deadly 141 gang, who stumbles upon you one evening near the stables (attempting to steal the mare he had his eyes on, no less) as you try to sneak out of the city (and away from the awful, awful man you're supposed to be married to in the morning), and decides to help you get away.

But if you think it's altruism that's making him lend a helping hand to a stranger, you're wrong. In this life, he knows it's kill or be killed.

And most importantly:

finders keepers.

“How's this,” he begins, and everything inside of you screams to run. “I'll accompany you across the desert. Get you somewhere safe.” 

“Out of the goodness of your heart, I'm sure,” you sneer, edging backwards. “As if I'm dumb enough to believe that.”

“Can't leave a maiden—” your scathing hiss makes his lips twitch beneath the thick moustache; “—all on her own like that. I know these parts like the back of my hand. No harm will come to you. That, you have my word for.”

“And what's that worth?” 

He dips his chin. “Far more than you could imagine, love.” 

You swallow. “I don't know. I don't trust you—”

“Smart,” he nods, drops the cigar on the ground before snuffing the end out with the heel of his boot. “But I ain't very patient. Better make up your mind quickly.”

“Well, in that case—”

“But," he cuts your scoff off with a low hum. "I'll put it this way for you: do you want me to be the one to accompany you across the desert or the one they'll pay, handsomely, tomorrow morning to drag you back home, mm?”

“You scoundrel—! You dirty, rotten—”

“It's business, love.”

“I don't have any money to even pay you to—”

His eyes are searing when they catch on the threads of your lace collar, razing over exposed skin like he's owed the privilege. You've never seen such hunger on a man's face before.

Your skin prickles. Heart sinking low with each rasping sweep of his eyes across your body. It's as if you're meat. Something to be bartered with. Bargained.

The rasp in his voice makes you shiver. “You're a smart girl. I'm sure you can figure something out.”

“I—”

“I'll leave it to you, then, mm?” He starts forward, then, chin ducking low into his collar to stare down at you through the wide brim of his hat. Each thud of his boots echo against the floor in haunting harmony with the metal clink of his spurs. 

More of his bulk is revealed as he steps out from the shadows and into the pale moonlight, and somewhere in your chest, the air becomes trapped. 

He's huge. Bigger, now, where most of him blended in, almost seamlessly, into the shadows. A massive mountain of a man. 

His shoulders seem to stretch the fabric of his vest and waistcoat taut, pulling sharply on the straining threads. The heavy brown of his jacket sweeps down to midthigh, the seam tucked behind the leather holster of his gun tied tight at his waist. The brass buttons of his dress shirt crease against the pull of his broad chest and barrelled stomach. The softness around his midsection speaks almost highly of a luxurious lifestyle—pure hedonism. The sort ladies back home whisper about. Violence, women, and booze—ruffians, the lot of them! But it seems to belie the power in his gait. In the flex of his thick, corded thighs bunching in the tightness of his denim trousers and the leather caps covering them.

He has the walk of a bear. Lumbering, sloven. A touch clumsy. 

And yet—

The softness about him hides the raw strength under the thick pelt. Deadly. The slow, meandering trawl of a man who knows, unequivocally, that he needn’t run or rush anywhere. 

It lodges somewhere inside of you. This knowledge, this fact. He'll outpace you in spades. Catch up no matter where you flee to. 

Your stomach folds, looping over itself. It's nausea, maybe. And something else—

He's so big. Burly. Thickened like the strong trucks of ponderosa pine. A man cut from the wilderness; made in the likeness of the savagery of the wild. The brutality of the desert, of mother nature herself. Kin to the affinity this land seems to have in taking every ounce of a man and leaving him bereft in the face of the looming unknowns in the vast desert.

None of the men you've ever met before look like him. Grizzled. Hardened.

His scarred, tanned skin speaks of a life living outdoors. On a horse, on the run—hard work made with his bare hands. You think the softness, the callous-free palm that gripped your fingers tight in a vice, and can't help but to lean, just a little, into him. Drawn there, like a moth to a flame.

There's something about this man that makes you tremble. Something that curls inside of your guts. Something deeper, darker than fear. Primal. Animalistic. There must be something wrong with you, then. Most know to run from the predators—not move closer.

He comes to a halt less than an arm's length away from you, close enough that you can scent the heavy musk of him so thickly in your nose. Something purely masculine—loam, humus—and yet unfathomably different from the men you've known your whole life. Horse, and sweat. Sun. The headiness of riding nonstop through the sprawling deserts of New Mexico. Leather, and gunpowder. 

The novelty of it all is enough to make you dizzy. And, as if to reinforce it, he leans down, the brim of his hat narrowly missing your forehead, and he rasps, guttural and dark, 

“and I do expect to be paid back in full, love,” his voice is felled timber. Low, and firm. “Or you'll find you don't like the consequences very much. Am I clear?”

The unmistakable iron in it snags on the tendrils of your resolve, pulling messily at the threads. No escape. It winds tighter, tighter— 

Still. 

Your only other option is to stay here, and in the morning, marry a man who made it abundantly clear that the sole use he has for you is to rebrand a dwindling legacy (women ought to be seen, not heard, darlin’, and I think it's high time someone teach you that); or— 

Make off on your own. Through the unmapped, untamed wilderness of New Mexico with nothing for protection except whatever you could reasonably steal away with uninterrupted, which. Isn't much. Not only that—this man, this outlaw, had made it abundantly clear that there would be a bounty on you come sunrise. One he'd be most eager to fulfil. 

Rock, hard place. No escape. 

You steel yourself, grappling with trembling fingers against the dwindling options in front of you, and offer a slow, jerking nod. 

He heaves a breath in response. “Good choice, love.”

It doesn't feel very much like one. It doesn't feel very good at all, even. 

In this little stable just outside of town, you sell your soul to the devil in New Mexico while the cicadas in the background scream through the ink black night. The sounds they make seem to ask, 

what have you done?

#price x reader #outlaw price x reader #lil sneak peek under the cut because i feel bad for going mia forever #and!!!!!!!!!! burly husky outlaw!Price my beloved #he has a tummy and thick arms and ughhghghghghgh #listen #i'm not well #outlaw!price #this is so unpolished and raw but enjoy

[rudrjobdesk]

मदर डेयरी ने सोयाबीन, राइस ब्रान तेल के MRP में की भारी कटौती, इतने रुपये तक गिरे दाम

मदर डेयरी ने सोयाबीन, राइस ब्रान तेल के MRP में की भारी कटौती, इतने रुपये तक गिरे दाम

Photo:REPRESENTATIONAL IMAGE Massive price cut in Mother Dairy’s edible oil Mother Dairy Price Cut: डेयरी प्रोडक्ट बनाने वाली कंपनी मदर डेयरी ने सोयाबीन, राइस ब्रान के तेल के MRP में भारी कटौती की है। मदर डेयरी ने अपने तेल में 15 रुपये प्रति लीटर तक की कटौती ��ी है। बता दें कि सरकार ने एक दिन पहले ही खाद्य तेल कंपनियों को खाने के तेल के दाम एक सप्ताह के भीतर 10 रुपये प्रति लीटर तक दाम घटाने के…

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#edible oil price cut #Mother Dairy #mother dairy oil #Mother Dairy price cut #MRP of soyabean oil #Oil Price #Price Cut #price cut in edible oil #rice bran oils price

[papermonkeyism]

You know those wooden dinosaur skeleton models you can buy from museum gift shops, that are usually simple and variably off-model? I used to have a tripod Tyrannosaurus back when I was a kid decades ago.

So there's a company in Chile that makes those, but scientifically accurate! Wonder Artistic Models. I've known about them for couple years now, I think, but after losing my job couldn't afford to buy one.

Untill now.

They had a pretty big discount campaign last month and hey, guess how that went.

Oh, boy, let's see how well this goes!

#the models themselves aren't actually too expensive most of the time #but fedex shipping to Finland cost about the same as the model itself #(more actually since the model price was discounted) #145 pieces oh boy! #the laser cut wood smells nice though! #the jaw and skull are articulated! #and tail has couple joints too

[temeyes]

hey you know how you’ve made Ghost, Soap and Gaz (sorta) belly posts?

Can we get a Price one next? 😼

ALSO I JUST WANNA SAY UR ART MAKES MY SKULL SO ITCHY IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE I LOVE IT SM ‼️‼️

poor captain was a little hesitant, but here ya go!

#personally? i imagine Price being much leaner in contrast to the boys (and the only one with a SNATCHED waist) #like he wouldn't be super cut but his belly always borderlines between BELLY or belly (if you get what i mean LMAO) #tho him having a big fat belly sounds so nice.............. #answered asks #anon #my art #call of duty #cod #price cod #captain john price #john price

[beacon-lamp]

etho and his fiscally responsible adventures in the hermitcraft shopping district

#mcyt #hermitcraft #ethoslab #i’m crying at the cut straight to 400 diamonds #is this the largest single transaction in hermitcraft history? it’s gotta be up there #but i think someone sold a house in season 6 or 7 that was abt the same price

[lifeisstrange-incorrectquotes]

Max: I love having thighs. They make good hand warmers.

Chloe: Can I use them as ear warmers?

Max, clueless: What do you mean?

Chloe: Nevermind.

~one week later~

Max:

Max: Now wait a minute—

#the original was 'thick thighs' but i cut it because we all know max is a skinny white girl XD #max caulfield #chloe price #pricefield #life is memes #life is strange #incorrect quotes

[s0fter-sin]

i know it's just bc your character doesn't talk in the og mw trilogy but the way mactavish is completely silent in mw2's final mission with price after being so talkative the entire game is just haunting

he's lost his entire team and not even price being back can cut through his grief

the whole game, he gives orders and comments on things but after losing everyone, after trying to get any kind of reassurance from price just to get a sanctimonious monologue back at him, he doesn't say a word

just shuts down, only caring about the mission, only following orders

all of his growth throughout mw2, the five years he spent becoming a captain and building his own team and the second price calls him “soap” it’s all gone; he regresses back to the sergeant

voiceless. faceless

soap

#guess who read mactavish’s journal again 🤪✌🏻 #a bitch is SAD!! #also thinking about price shutting mactavish down after roach and ghost are killed #mactavish is /screaming/ /begging/ for them to respond #for any sign that theyre still alive #and price just cuts him down ‘theyre dead soap’ #then the way he says he never trusted shepherd as if mactavish made a mistake trusting his superior when he had no reason to suspect him #like hes blaming him for their deaths #bc you know thats how mactavish took it #he didnt think to suspect shepherd #he overlooked his potentially for betrayal #and bc of that he lost his two closest men and the rest of his team #he already stepped aside and let price lead all bc of his horrific self doubt #and this just cements it as the right choice #when all it really does is cement his fate #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #talk to me ghost #we’re a team. ghost team #talk meta to me #captain mactavish #captain price #john soap mactavish #john price #cod mw2 #09 soap #09 price #cod 09

[celenawrites]

lumberjack!price (who used to be ex military) rescues you, an injured traveller, when he goes to the woods one day to cut wood.

he finds you, buried in a thick layer of snow and injured with a twisted ankle and some cracked ribs and so out of it due to the pain and the freezing weather and as a good Samaritan, he hauls you away bridal style back to his cabin near the woods, isolated from society - the perfect place for him to spend his retirement while chopping woods, hunting for food, etc.

lumberjack!price who contacts his doctor friends and tends to your wounds, dressing your fragile skin with alcohol wipes and sterilized gauze, cuz the nearest town is at least two hours away from here. he layers you up with the thickest blankets he has, tries his best to assist you into changing into a spare pair of clothes (his clothes that are too large on your frame) and he restraints himself from registering how pretty you look in his clothes despite how banged up you have been atm. he lays you down on the sofa and tends to the fireplace with the chopped wood he has, ensuring that you're warm and safe and miles away from experiencing anything close to hypothermia.

lumberjack!price who feels how smooth and soft and perfect your skin is, your body is under his calloused, scarred hands and how all he wants to do is protect you from anything that can pose as a danger to you.

lumberjack!price who keeps waking you up every two hours cuz he's afraid you have been concussed. he wakes you up and feeds you some medicines and home remedies, maybe he cooks you some warm food - creamy tomato soup, grilled sandwiches, maybe a bar of dark chocolate he had bought on his last town run for groceries and utilities. he keeps checking your temperature and blood pressure, worried sick about you and he vows to take you to the hospital first thing in the morning.

lumberjack!price who gets to know you while you recover and stay at his abode (he insisted, despite you trying to leave and get in touch with your trekking team). he learns about you, about the job you had, about how you decided to join a trek group in order to make more friends and to travel in your free time, about how the snow blizzard had made you all split up and somehow you ended up fainting in the cold, left for dead. luckily, he found you and you'd forever be grateful.

lumberjack!price who insists on doing everything for you, but you're just as stubborn as he is. you bake him mug cakes and cook him your ma's signature dishes, and you offer to clean the dishes after the meal but he gives you a look that almost makes you falter, but your family has instilled values of gratitude deep into your bones, so you protest anyway - making him settle for you drying the dishes he washes instead. the scene is domestic, and price realises that he likes your presence in his humble abode quite a lot.

lumberjack!price who feels his heart break a little whenever he sees you recover steadily. he wants you to get better, can barely handle the days when your pain gets the best of you - but he cannot make peace with the fact that you'd probably leave the moment you're given the 'OK' from the doctor.

lumberjack!price who always comes running in the middle of the night whenever you wake up screaming from a nightmare (replaying the day you got seperated from your friends, except there's no one to save you). he shushes you, holding you in his strong, muscled arms as he promises to always look out for you and kisses your forehead as he rocks you back to sleep, letting your head rest on his chest and fall asleep to the lullaby of his heart.

#sorry my poor knowledge idk a lot about lumberjacks #except that they cut trees #but im so sick about lumberjack price #im frothing at the mouth #i need him carnally #i need him biblically #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #lumberjack price #cod au #call of duty #cod #cod:mw2 #captain price #captain john price #john price #price x reader #capt. price #price #char.price #celena.rambles #celena.writes

[gomzdrawfr]

so lately, there's been a whole shebang going on with yolky_sin and jenni's arts and fic about bunny!Soap and wolf!Ghost

they wrote chapter two recently!! and I figured to try my hands on the Price and Gaz scene, with some baby Lily doodles on the side :3

all credits has been linked, if you have twitter be sure to check out other artists who also did their spin on the au!

here's one without babeh

#cheesing anatomy with fur #also i will do ANYTHING for Lily #and price #of course #i gave his ear a lil cut #was gonna draw the bucket hat on him but....sorry yall i LOVE messy hair price... #gummmyart #doodle #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #john price #call of duty #cod

[trash-inu]

old moicy comic from symbiotic 1 (2019-2020) so excuse my ruff sketching skills xc;

I dont find it that saucy but you know tumblr can be strict so the heartless version is here

#my art #fanart #moicy #moira o'deorain #angela ziegler #mercy #cut content #old art #my art improved for the price of mercys big butt....

[lesbiciousbeginnings]

This is butchfemme. to me.

#mine #if you’re looking for inexpensive ways to decorate your walls with older art: HIGHLY recommend sheet music at antique stores. #$1-$4 per booklet and they often look nice enough to frame??? #a lot of dealers also sell prints cut from art books which are nice too. generally in a similar price range