heat sinks

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Colt IAR

The Infantry Automatic Rifle (IAR) was one of Colt’s entries into the program of the same name to replace the M249 SAW’s in the USMC’s inventory. Colt’s rifle lost the bid to the H&K 416 which would later be designated the M27 IAR. The massive bulk in the handguard is actually a heat sink designed to help cool the rifle during full-auto use. The Colt IAR is in use with the Mexican military and a few of the uppers were available on the U.S market when Colt filed for bankruptcy and sold off inventory. Note the Armatac 150 round drum. (GRH)

Headcanon: Heat Source vs. Heat Sink

I have been talking about this for ages now and now I want to share with you all my findings. Here we go, the heat source v. heat sink debate that was not happening anywhere besides my mind and my phone. (I’m not gonna do all of the characters now, but if I miss anyone you want to hear about, please, by all means, request an addition.)

Genji: One of the major benefits of being a cyborg is that he finally gets to regulate his temperature and be perpetually comfortable. No matter what. He can tell whether or not where he is is hot or cold, depending on how much his homeostasis systems are working, but he does not necessarily have to suffer through the discomfort of human body temperatures. Younger!Genji was a heat sink, would always use it as an excuse to touch you and would pout if you tried to get him to stop (of course, that’s not how he would have described it, but you knew that was what he was doing).

McCree: He’s a heat source, but he’s the type of heat source who can generally handle hot weather comfortably. How? Who knows. His cowboy magic. But he definitely takes advantage of the fact that he is very warm and very comfortable when he’s cuddling because how in the hell can anyone resist the excellence that is Jesse McCree, actual human electric blanket?

Pharah: Heat source. She’s just. So warm. And nice. And she will not mind too much if you drape yourself over her when she’s sitting down. Just don’t be a bother with where you put your hands when you’re trying to get warm. Does not always like to hold hands, but if you ask nicely enough and give her that look, you will get what you want.

Reaper: Pre-Swiss headquarters, Gabriel Reyes was a top-notch heat source, though very begrudging about cuddling until a certain point. Afterwards, he became something of a heat sink, though it’s generally low-key. Following the “more souls means more humanity” logic, with more souls he does become more of a heat source, and with fewer souls he’s more of a heat sink.

Soldier 76: Jack Morrison has always been something of a low-key heat sink, with a problem of keeping warmth in his hands (use it as an excuse to hold hands when he’s not wearing gloves, please, he needs warmth). He finds it easy to get warm, though, so he rarely, if ever, made any comments about how cold he feels. When he sleeps though, he always is the one to try to huddle in the blanket. Always.

Tracer: Low-key heat sink. She’s not about to complain about it, though, but she always uses it as an excuse to hold hands, like, Lena please your hands aren’t even cold this time. Doesn’t matter. You will still hold her hand. And be very happy with the experience.

Hanzo: HIGH-KEY HEAT SOURCE. I may have touched lightly on this before but he’s always warm. Like. How??? He’s not even cognizant of how warm he is??? He’s not always that comfortable generally with physical contact, but if you can get him around to the idea of cuddling, do it, you will be so happy with your life. Unless it’s summer. Then you won’t. And neither will he. He is never entirely comfortable when it’s warm.

Widowmaker: High-key heat sink, but she’s never uncomfortable with it and it’s just like okay, I guess. She just casually brushes against your hand and you swear you’ve never been as cold in your life. I mean, you get used to it, eventually, but it was very alarming the first few times (and by the time you’re comfortable enough with it she’s high-key trying to casually sap heat from you despite not really feeling a need to).

D.Va: Low-key heat sink. Wears socks a lot because her feet get cold easily. Very high-key cuddler when she starts actually feeling cold, will obnoxiously drape herself over you no matter what. Like. Hana. Please. Hana I’m trying to do work. Oh my god, Hana…..Fiiiine. Come here.

Zarya: Heat source. Will cuddle with you on request. Or whenever she thinks you look cold. Or whenever she wants, really. Funny how those last two coincide you tell her one day, attempting to sound suspicious, but really you can’t help but enjoy the physical contact.

Lúcio: Low-key heat source. Likes holding your hand anyway, so will obviously do it all the time anyway, even when you aren’t cold, so it just sort of becomes a thing that if you’re cold, just give him a hand. He doesn’t mind.

Mercy: Low-key heat sink. Please. Just. Keep this woman warm. Give her a blanket. Drape yourself over her if you are warm. She doesn’t pay attention enough to know when she is cold. If you can get her to stop working for a bit she would love to cuddle. Just. Pls.

Symmetra: In a surprising turn of events, Satya’s actually a low-key heat source. She generally is quite busy doing things though, and she has something of an aversion to surprise physical contact, so you’re gonna have to wait until she decides to hold your hand or cuddle or the like, or at least gives you permission. She may not always seem like it, but she does like the comfort you offer. Hence why she says yes to your requests so often.

Snippet: First Time

You were pulsing around him, and that’s the only thing he could wrap his mind around. Your heat sinking deep into skin, the shocks of pleasure rising and pulling at him in every direction, his soft thrusts that were leaving him breathless. The feel of you was unlike anything he could ever imagine, and though he did more times than he could count, it didn’t amount to the real thing by far.

He let his head drop down to watch as the two of you connected in no way you ever have before, and it intoxicated him. He wanted too much to just snap his hips into you, be completely lost in the sensation, feel the most he could out of you, but he lost his through by a quiet whimper.

“Haz,” you say through tight lips. “Sorry, it hurts a little again.”

“Fuck-fuck…sorry.” He slowed his movements almost to a still, and watched intently as the expression of the girl below him began to smooth out, and you raised your eyebrows to meet his.

“They said it was supposed to hurt, I just didn’t know—”

“We can stop if you want—” He was already raising himself up to remove himself from her, but she reached up and grabbed his arm with a small tug.

“No, no, please don’t…” He studied her expression and leaned down, meeting his lips with hers before he pushed into her once more with gentle thrusts.

The new, thrilling feeling broke through him, and he once again was thrown into a whirlwind of bliss.


Or: When Harry loses his virginity.

Coming soon.

Losing Virginity - Snippet

Hi, hello. Here’s a snippet of the missus/harry losing vcard one shot I have yet to finish but I’m feeling nice and giving you a taste. There’s no name right now so enjoy my very lame title for the time being.

Sorry about the POV change; I’ll figure my shit out later. x

You were pulsing around him, and that’s the only thing he could wrap his mind around. Your heat sinking deep into his skin, the shocks of pleasure rising and pulling at him in every direction, his soft thrusts that were leaving him breathless. The feel of you was unlike anything he could ever imagine, and though he did more times than he could count, it didn’t amount to the real thing by far.

He let his head drop down to watch as the two of you connected in no way you ever have before, and it intoxicated him. He wanted too much to just snap his hips into you, be completely lost in the sensation, feel the most he could out of you, but he lost his thought by a quiet whimper.

“Haz,” you say through tight lips. “Sorry, it hurts a little again.”

“Fuck-fuck…sorry.” He slowed his movements almost to a still, and watched intently as the expression of the girl below him began to smooth out, and you raised your eyebrows to meet his.

“They said it was supposed to hurt, I just didn’t know—”

“We can stop if you want—” He was already raising himself up to remove himself from her, but she reached up and grabbed his arm with a small tug.

“No, no, please don’t…” He studied her expression and leaned down, meeting his lips with hers before he pushed into her once more with gentle thrusts.

The new, thrilling feeling broke through him, and he once again was thrown into a whirlwind of bliss.

apocryphist  asked:

22, Gency!

  22. Aquarium Date

Do I dazzle with my impressive array of fish facts or do I just make Genji and Mercy make out? Decisions, decisions….

It was strange, seeing Genji in civilian clothes. He didn’t bother wearing shoes, of course, but everything else kept throwing her off. She was used to the sight of the green glow of his heat sinks, or the neural indicators glowing in his torso and back. He was wearing a dark blue zip-up hoodie with the hood up. It was a bit baggy on him since it was borrowed from McCree as were the awkwardly fitting jeans, and the black shirt he was wearing was tight and short on him because it was borrowed from Lúcio. His visor was reflecting against the glass of the open ocean tank. Mercy leaned her head on his shoulder as an enormous sunfish swam by.

“You sure know how to kill two hours,” said Mercy, smiling as she watched the fish, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a place like this.”

“To be honest, I wanted to come here because I have never been to one, myself,” said Genji, as Mercy hooked her arm in his.

 Mercy glanced over at him. “Really?”

 Genji shrugged, “My parents did not tolerate many distractions.”

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hot tub vore

It’s as I had hoped: the spa is nearly empty. My eyes glide over a couple women on treadmills as I pass by the glass-sealed gym. Already my stomach is growling excitedly, but I’ll have to ignore it and wait. Timing is everything.

I pick up a towel, white, fresh and perfectly folded, before I head to the back corner, past palm plants in vases, step carefully into the secluded whirlpool. The skin of my feet and legs begin to crawl, reacting to the sudden heat. Slowly I sink in, and let my eyes fall shut as I’m surrounded by nothing but my little bathing suit and this steaming water pushing and whirling from all sides.

With only my head above the water, I lurk in the hot tub for ten minutes, acutely aware of the twinging in my stomach. But finally, here comes another person – a girl in a midnight blue bikini, with beach-tossed hair and shining, luscious skin. The anticipation is killing me as I watch her lower her curves into the water. I barely notice when she smiles at me, a little unnerved by my staring. My attention is focused on her body, her flesh immersed and warming in the gushing spa. Her smell hits me like a tidal wave; a burst of saliva floods my mouth.

“Nice night, huh?” I can hear the worry in her voice, as she tries to make conversation. My eyes are fixed on her, and I’m slowly drifting closer. A final whine of impatience from my stomach, and my eager hands shoot forward and grab her arms under the water. The girl’s pupils darken with terror.

Before she can scream and call attention to us, I yank her under the water where her voice is lost in bubbles. My legs wrap around her waist, and I open my mouth over her head. My jaw twinges as it spreads wide.

I shove her headfirst into my throat and begin to swallow, only stuffing her further when she tries to kick loose. I won’t be able to hold onto her much longer, so I have to get her down fast. I clamp her struggling arms to her sides, and gulp down the upper part of her body in one swift motion. Hot tears leak from my eyes – the pleasure is so great, of feeling my stomach begin to stretch. I put both hands on the small bulge, as I toss my head back and consume more of her. The rich taste of her skin is exquisite, and I try to lap it up as more and more of her legs disappear into my mouth. My belly is stretched and filled out like that of a heavily pregnant woman; I caress the sensitive skin, feeling the weight, but I’m not done yet. With a final, hard swallow, I shove her feet down my throat, and brace myself as her whole body squeezes into the tight space of my stomach. She protests, jerking her limbs and shaking my whole body in an impressive effort. I can hear her voice bubbling inside, frantic and utterly helpless.

Sinking back with a delighted sigh, I feel around my stomach. It sticks out of the water, heavy as a rock and moving feverishly. Here in the hot tub, it almost feels like she’s cooking, boiling inside me. I give a few hiccups, barely conscious of anything beyond this floating euphoria and my swollen belly.

My part of the trade with @littlekiwifrog!

They requested something sweet between Nick and Ellie. She’d totally fix some of his smaller damage when there is no town mechanic available; and despite Nick worrying about it, she is actually quite competent, having done this for many years by now.

“Ellie, everything alright back there?“

“Stop fretting Nick, before you fry another heat sink.“

Color #3

Yellow dust spinning
over an emerald lawn
from rooster tails
tumbling from a dry brown road
golden yellow
corn on the cob
drips pale yellow butter
licking fingertips
your dandelion smile
shimmers a heat haze
trembling before my eyes
so red blood rushes
at your gaze,
high in a milky blue sky
blazing yellow sun
whispers a lethargic lullaby,
take lemonade
in a glass thick with moisture
to the swing
beneath the candy lemon and white
striped awning
let the day’s heat sink
over us like a soft yellow blanket
until the night’s heat
leads us to a sweeter place
beneath the sheets

A quick Chopper fic

Initiate C1-10P hardware self-diagnostic 

Accessing the data-port was unnecessary.  Unit;AP-5 obtained the codes required for mission;LothalCodes success.  Completing additional objective ProveSuperiority should not have compromised mission;LothalCodes.  

It did.

Self-diagnostic complete

Damage to dome servomotors.   Damage to primary and secondary heat-sinks.

Minor alterations to circuit boards, likely due to warping from heat.

Initiate C1-10P software self-diagnostic

Insufficient power was supplied to C1-10P personality matrix during event;ImperialControl.  Data of actions taken is stored in memory banks, but personality matrix bypassed for all actions.  

Event seems to match up with description of OrganicAction;Dream.  Internal ChronoUnit was not linked to C1-10P personality matrix.  Input of data into personality matrix was restricted.  

Self-diagnostic complete

No Software alterations found.

…any Imperial spyware would have ways around C1-10P self diagnosis.  Imperial;DroidSpecialists had sliced Unit;C1-10P with minimal effort.  Any backup plans would show similar competence.

Initiate Ghost;Computer scan of C1-10P

C1-10P motherboard destruction program was not engaged during initial slicing.  Invocation of C1-10P self-preservation protocols was not from Imperial;DroidSpecialists.  Invocation was from C1-10P.

Thus vacuum exposure to Syndulla2.0 and related organics was the fault of C1-10P.  Thus potential leak of location of Location;ChopperBase was the fault of C1-10P.  

Diagnostic complete

No Software alterations found.

Fault therefore lies in personality matrix of C1-10P.

tastes like blood and death [gantz au - 1/?]

He sees the glint of steel a split second too late.

He’s already taken a step to the side, moving in front of the girl and pushing her back, and in the next instant, faster than he can blink, he feels white-hot heat sinking into his chest, searing and burning, and he’s just been fucking stabbed.

He stares, wide-eyed, at the man in front of him, and he sees a fear-streaked face gaping back at him in horror before the man yanks out the knife, turns on his heel, and runs away. He gasps for air, but it’s like breathing in tiny pieces of glass.

It hurts.

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When I was a little girl,
my mother tried to bleach my skin.

She’d rub my face raw with soaps and creams,
promising to make me beautiful like I was a potato,
Yukon Gold, waiting to live up to my name
if only for a little dirt.

Let me tell you this:
My mother has the resolve of a death sentence;
she could bleach the evening sky if she wanted to.

At night, I’d cross myself
and pray I’d wake up white:

How easy it would be for her then,
to love me, when I was table cream,
full moon, a daughter blanched in stars.

So the evening hum of summer robbed me of sleep.
So the streets gave birth to cars.
So I never slept.
So I never woke.

And somewhere
in the sinking heat,
God left my prayers for good.

Somewhere,
in the crashing stillness,
I learned the story of Midas’
daughter; a story,
I think, of grief.

—  Clorox, Joyce Padua
The late-night Mech of legend

Rampage RGE
Clan TW
100 tons  
BV: 3,049
Cost: 26,880,000 C-bills

Movement: 3/5/3
Engine: 300 XL
Heat Sinks: 19 [38]
Gyro: Standard Gyro

Internal: 152
Armor: 307/307
                    Internal    Armor
————————————–
Center Torso               31       47
Center Torso (rear)                 15
Right Torso                21       32
Right Torso (rear)                  10
Left Torso                 21       32
Left Torso (rear)                   10
Right Arm                  17       34
Left Arm                   17       34
Right Leg                  21       42
Left Leg                   21       42

Weapon                         Loc  Heat
—————————————-
ER PPC                          RA    15
Medium Pulse Laser              LA     4
Medium Pulse Laser              LA     4
Medium Pulse Laser              LA     4
Ultra AC/20                    RT/CT     7
Ultra AC/20                    LT/CT     7

Ammo                           Loc Shots
—————————————-
Ultra AC/20 Ammo                CT     5
Ultra AC/20 Ammo                LT     5
Ultra AC/20 Ammo                LA     5
Ultra AC/20 Ammo                RT     5

Equipment                      Loc
———————————-
Jump Jet                        CT
Jump Jet                        LT
Jump Jet                        RT

@rocketverliden 

I keep thinking about Mettaton going to the beach and all the problems that would entail but what haunts me the most is that because he’s a robot and his shoes are pretty much attached he can’t walk well on the sand and has to wear sandals like this

[set in @marswithghosts librarian!au]

They kiss in the stacks, Bitty breathless with laughter and daring, hands pressed to Jack’s chest. Push or pull, go or stay; his hands against shifting muscle, Bitty thinks, ‘How did I get here?’ Thinks, 'Let me never leave.’

They kiss, and he knows he shouldn’t. He’s at work–though they’re closed–and there’s scandal hangs above their heads, their lives in the spotlight. Jack’s a celebrity, Bitty a minor one. Getting caught would be–

Jack’s lips are soft, plush and perfect against his own. He tastes like the coffee he carried in with him, dark roasted and slightly sweet. An acquired taste.

Bitty’s mouth waters.

He should pull away, put space between them. But Jack’s hand is wide in his waist, heat sinking through the layers of Bitty’s sweat and shirt to find skin. A southern boy gone north, and all he needs is this, Jack warming him with a touch, a look. Bitty should pull away, but how can he say no to the teasing curl of Jack’s tongue, the possessive press of one-two-three-four fingers and a thumb.

“Bitty,” Jack says, stronger, braver. Here, now, impatient. “Let’s go home.”

Bitty nods, heart pounding. A press of his hand over Jack’s at his waist and Jack’s wrist is turning, their fingers interlocking. They match steps to Bitty’s desk then out the door, down the sidewalk, home.