#“nice coat” that coat was $900

[probably-not-a-rocketscientist]

Interviewer: I know you were very light-fingered on set, so you took a nice coat?

[coldfanbou]

Serving You (Quickie)

Here's that SinB birthday quickie. She's as submissive as always.

Length: 900

Sinb X Mreader

SinB watched as Eunha skipped ahead of her after the performance; she knew her childhood friend was going to her boyfriend to have sex. It was what she was going to do, too. She headed to a separate room; she thought about you as she neared the green room you were in. SinB could feel her legs becoming slick with her juices as she saw the door. Her calm walk turned into a short jog as she felt herself longing to be stuffed by your cock. She opens and slams the door before launching herself at you. 

SinB presses her lips against you, her tongue trying to push its way inside. You allow her to, knowing that in a few moments, her dominant demeanor would turn into submission. SinB didn’t even try at this point, knowing what you do to her. You place your hands on her hips, the small stones of her shorts poking your hands. “Time for some fun.” SinB moans into your ears. “Why don’t you help me out of this?” SinB runs her thumb across her lower lip, a lustful look in her eye.

She turns herself around, sitting on your lap. You eye the zippers to her outfit. You unzip her top first, and as more of SinB’s back is revealed, you become aroused. SinB grins as she feels your bulge growing against her. SinB holds her top to her chest as it loosens. She looks over her shoulder, smiling at you before tossing her top onto the couch. You were about to start removing her shorts when she stood up. “What’s up, SinB?”

“I thought you’d want a better angle.” She says, bending over. You smirk and begin pulling on the zipper. SinB’s shapely bottom is revealed to you, along with her wet cunt. Slick covers her thighs as she moves her hips side to side, shaking her ass for you. “Come and take it.” You stand up and pull your cock out, rubbing it against her slit and coating it in her nectar. “Mmm, that’s nice.” She hums, gently pushing her ass against you. You move back slightly, pressing your head against her entrance; the slight resistance makes you both moan. You slip inside, feeling her warm walls grip your cock as you push more inside of SinB. She whines, her legs growing weak as she feels you inside her. Looking over her shoulder, SinB watches as your hips move forward. You hit her G-spot. SinB bites her bottom lip as she tries to remain composed, but as you pick up the pace that becomes impossible, moans flow from her lips as you hook her arms, keeping her still. The clap of your bodies fills the room; your thrusts make SinB cry out for more, desperate to feel you take her roughly. “Harder!” SinB cries out as she grimaces.

You let go of one of her arms, pulling back your hand and sending it crashing into her ass. SinB moans, enjoying the pain of the strike. You give her more, slamming your hands into her ass, leaving it bright red. You feel SinB’s walls tightening around you as she nears her orgasm. SinB struggles to contain herself, trying to hold back her orgasm for your sake, but your thrusts are too much. As the tip of your cock kisses her womb, SinB climaxes, her walls clamping down on your cock as she experiences the bliss of her orgasm. 

Her tight walls make it difficult for you to last much longer; you move quickly before coming to a sudden stop and burying yourself inside her. SinB feels your hot semen being pumped into her; she feels your cock throbbing as it pushes more into her pussy. Sinb raises her body, reaching back and putting one arm around you to hold herself up. As she turns her head, you kiss her, her tongue lazily flopping around as you explore her mouth. SinB is on cloud nine; her eyes half-lidded as she recovers from her orgasm. Your hands wander her thin body, moving to her modest chest. You pull on one of her nipples; a low groan comes from the woman. “I think you should clean me up.” You whisper into her ear. SinB nods along, turning around and kneeling before you.

You sit back on the couch, enjoying as SinB wraps her lips around your cock, looking at you lovingly as she uses her tongue on the tip. You place your hand on her head, pushing her to the base of your cock. You felt her throat tighten around you as she struggled to breathe. She looked at you, her gaze trying to gauge how long you would keep her there. 

Once SinB’s throat relaxes, you let her pull back; she coughs before returning to your cock, sliding her lips along the side as she serves you. You feel another orgasm coming and let SinB continue with her blowjob stopping her as you’re about to explode, choosing instead to finish yourself off and paint her face with your cum. SinB opens her mouth, willingly letting you ruin her pretty face as she tries to catch some of your cum. She smiles at you after, enjoying the facial you gave her. SinB reaches between her legs scooping cum from her cunt and eating it, savoring the taste before kissing you on the cheek. “I have to go change, but I’ll be back for more.” She tells you as she puts on her stage outfit again.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Come for me N/SFW w/ Tokyo Revenger Part 1 Characters: Hanam, Baji, Sanzu, Ran & Kisaki WC:900+ TW: Vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampies, biting, suggestive language, pet names, masturbation, making up, licking, mirror sex, & rough handling MDNI 18+

Completely exposed as he had you in front of the mirror. Your legs were spread apart as he had you on his lap, legs draping on each side of his outer thigh. His cock upper thrusting deep into your swollen throbbing cunt. The previous cum seeps out of you as he thrusts into you. His hands massaged your breast as his other finger began to stimulate your clit. Your eyes make contact with his through the mirror. Seeing how he was flexing his jaws each time his cock slipped into your slippery pussy. “I can’t~~~ take any more cum baby~~~ it's not staying in~~~” you were panting as you tried to speak but the moans seemed to linger much longer than needed. As his finger was playing with your clit the cum that was coming out of your way made it more pleasurable and more sensitive as he continued his finger motion on your clit becoming a form of lubricant. The sensation of your cunt began to tense up as you could hear him moan your name close to your ear.  "You're gonna make me cum again~~~’ you thought to yourself as your brain scrambled to comprehend what was happening once again. He already knew by your facial expression that it was just in a matter of moments you would climax for him once more.

Hanma

Hamna was getting off knowing how close you were to come again. Licking the crook of your neck that sent chills down your spine. He watches his tattooed hand continuously play with your clit non-stop. So eager to see you cum this thrust started to pick up the pace more of the cum that was inside of you began to form a ring around the base of his cock dripping down to his balls. “Come on, pretty girl, let me see that pretty pussy of yours cum on my dick.~~~” The pure seduction coming from your boyfriend sending you over the edge. Feeling your chest becoming a bit tight it was getting hard for you to breathe. As you clenched around his cock snuggling it in nice and tightly into your pussy. 

Baji

Feeling a sting on your shoulder as your long-haired lover sinks his teeth into your skin. The number of marks left by him all over your body was his way of marking his territory. You were his territory once you both were dating. Letting out a whimper as he removed his sink-in teeth from your shoulder he noticed a small amount of blood. He proceeded to lick the small amount of blood. His orbs could see how you were biting down on your lower lip. “I just love how your body quivers so easily by the way I touch you. Such a fucking turn-on ~~” letting out a low husk voice. “If you don’t keep this cum inside of you this time you're going to continue to get fucked sweet cheeks.” 

Sanzu

His high was intensifying his own orgasm. He watched as your tits bounced with each thrust he did into your pussy. He brought his finger to his lips, coated in his saliva. His fingers toying with your nipples, giving them a twist seeing your nipples becoming hard. You continued to call his name out loud. You felt like your body was going to give out after hours of being fucked by him and if you came one more time you may faint. (That was it your soul was leaving your body this time you knew for sure it was.) Your head leaned back against Sanzu. The room seemed to be spinning as you were trying to catch your breath “Is my dick too much for you to handle princess? Tsk tsk it's not over just yet I can keep going on all night long. You deprived me of your pussy long enough now I get to fucken enjoy it for as long as I want.~”  The dirty talking was more than enough to send you over the edge.

Ran

“My-my you're trembling baby I thought you said you could handle this cock?” he cooed in your ear. His finger slightly applied more pressure to your clit and began to rub your clit a bit slower. You slightly squirmed around your breath becoming a bit hitched. His finger removed from your  clit coated with both of your juices bringing those up to your lips “Have a little taste for me baby girl open wide.” Ran ordered and you did as you were ordered you opened your mouth like the good girl you were. His finger slid into your mouth, your tongue sliding against his fingers. “That’s my girl.” bringing back his hand to clit “You look so perfect right now” The stimulation of your clits resumed by his fingers. It didn’t take long to feel the flashing of heat coming back to your body.

Kisaki 

You turned your head towards him, as his glasses were off his face and his hair was tousled a bit. His warm breath against your dampened skin. You wanted a taste of his lips, his hands removing off your breast, grabbing a fist full of your hair from the back as he shoved your lips against his “You are mine and mine only, do you understand now.” Letting out a low grunt. He was upset earlier about how someone thought they could talk to you without his consent. “Remember that, I’m the only one that can fuck you and your pretty little pussy.” his thrusting becomes a bit rougher than normal. His hand gripping your chin facing the mirror once more “I want you to cum for me and remember you're only allowed to cum for me got that princess.” 

[sixeyesgojo]

butterfly birthday

☾ Summary: August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. ☾ Characters: Yoo Joonghyuk x reader ☾ Word count: ~900 ☾ Content warning: slight spoilers for orv, mention of blood, mention of death, character death, mention of a funeral, angst ☾ Author's note: angsty drabble for YJH's birthday 2023.

The sun blazed from above, a light breeze grazed his sharp features and raven hair. It was almost insulting that the weather was this nice. Joonghyuk took every step with difficulty, the black combat boots he usually wore felt heavier than a mountain. The long black coat seemed like a prison and the belts on him like shackles, binding him to the abyss he found himself in.

And yet, his steady but slow pace led him up the mountain, all the way to a certain cliff. His scarred hands carried a bouquet of sunflowers and a slightly yellowed card. Joonghyuk stopped in front of a shaped stone, a monument in remembrance of someone he cared for. For a moment, he gazed at it. Memories flashed inside his mind and he had to take several deep breaths to push them to the back of his mind again.

August 3—Yoo Joonghyuk’s birthday, a date that used to be so trivial to him. He never understood how you found joy in celebrating the day he was born. When he asked you about it, your face lit up. Your smile could have rivaled the brightest stars in that moment, he was sure. “I just love summer… because you were born in summer, Joonghyuk!” was all you said to him in response. Back then, he just scoffed. After he saw how much joy you felt celebrating with him and the others, his birthday became something more enjoyable to him. Just as you managed to soften his rigid heart a little bit, the happiness was ripped away from him. After all, fate dictated that it wasn’t appropriate for a regressor to be happy.

Crouching down, Joonghyuk placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and brushed his calloused fingers against the engraving that bore your name. He had brought sunflowers because they were your favorite—you had told him that they reminded you of happier days, summer sunshine and in turn, Joonghyuk. The black-clad man sat down and leaned against the stone. Your contagious laughter plagued his mind. Now he wished that he could hear you wish him a happy birthday once more. Just once was good enough for him. But he was too well aware that he couldn’t.

Han Sooyoung had vanished soon after that incident, mourning in her own way. The people whom he loved and who loved him the most were gone. Now he was truly alone in this world. So what was he living for? What was his purpose?

He fought hard not to think about that day, but the images flooded his mind: the monsters, blades that were pointed at him, the crimson color of blood that was splattered everywhere and the lifeless bodies that were scattered as far as the eye can reach. Joonghyuk struggled to suppress those dark memories by thinking of happier times. He recalled the way your eyes would narrow whenever you laughed. But each of these memories were followed by a gruesome one. His mind whirred from one image to another, back and forth. It seemed to fight itself, thinking of you: from your smile to you screaming at him to warn him from an incoming slash attack, your reprimands towards Dokja whenever he behaved recklessly to you jumping in front of him to take the blow in his stead, from your caring nature to your corpse that Joonghyuk retrieved from the battlefield, from your devious grin whenever you pranked Dokja or Sooyoung to the moment your coffin was lowered into the ground on a rainy day. The agony he had felt during your funeral—he remembered as if it happened yesterday.

The onslaught of memories—both good and bad—continued and he wanted everything to stop. As he mourned you, a thought popped into his head: If Joonghyuk brought him back, would he find a way to bring you back too?

His tired eyes looked at the sky as if it would provide an answer to his question. Then he looked at the slightly yellowed card in his hand; it was a card you had written for him ahead of time.

Dear Joonghyukie, It’s not your birthday yet but I am already writing this card! Who knows when I’ll find time again to do so. We’ve been terribly busy surviving in this world and I am eternally grateful to have found you and the others. It’s a blessing to be with you—I really enjoy spending time with you all, even if it’s just figuring out the best way to overcome the scenarios, fighting together or coming up with plans on how to proceed. Admittedly, I was scared of you at first but I quickly realized that you’re a good person. You just express yourself differently. I know the world has been cruel to you but I hope you’ll never lose your flicker of hope and your fire. As it’s your birthday—and you’re very dear to me—I wish you the happiest birthday. Looking forward to all the birthdays we get to spend together! Love, Y/N

“Thank you. Happy birthday to me,” he whispered after having read your birthday message. Those were words he rarely used. And now he hoped you heard them, wherever you were.

Shortly after he uttered these words, a blue-winged butterfly landed on the bouquet he had brought with him. Ultimately, it found its place on his nose. That was the moment he knew: You had heard him. And he smiled.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Hello, so I got another idea and it is going to be super fluff. So this idea is Robbie x Reader, and the reader is coming back from work and she heard a meow coming from a alley and she stared in aww and she thinks that “Robbie wouldn’t mind that I bring this cute kitty at home”. And she brings it and she opens the door and saw Robbie at the couch and he sees her but she is turning away so he wouldn’t see the cat.

Cat Dad

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x f!reader

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I changed it up a little bit from your original ask. I hope that’s ok!

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**Reader is not described

Main Masterlist

Robbie Reyes Masterlist

As soon as the clock hits 5pm, I’m out of there, practically running out of my office building, taking in as much of the setting sun as I can for the brief moment its rays touch my face. 

The bus home is crowded, everyone just trying to get home after a long day at work. Thankfully, I’m only a 15 minute ride away. I quickly hop off at my stop, after shoving my way through the mass of people, and step out onto the sidewalk, turning to walk the 5 or so blocks to my boyfriend Robbie’s place. 

I walk past an alley and hear the tiniest, most pathetic meow I’ve ever heard. Backtracking, I look down the alley, not immediately spotting anything. But then I see some trash shift on the floor and I hear another tiny meow come from it. Walking over, I carefully extricate the small kitten from the pile of trash, holding it by the back of it’s neck so it won’t scratch me. It’s all black, bright orange eyes looking up at me and I swear it reminds me of Robbie and his…other side. 

“You look like you could use a bath and a nice place to sleep. What do you think? Promise not to scratch me?”

The kitten mews and I hesitate a moment before cradling it in my arms. No wait, her in my arms. And to my surprise, she cuddles into me instantly, her fur still wet from the rain we had a couple hours earlier. 

“Come on little Ghost. Let’s get you home,” I coo, as I wrap her in my jacket with me. 

–

I got her clean, watching her jump around in the small amount of water I had in the bathtub as she bats at a rubber ducky I had gotten for Robbie as a joke. Eventually, I get her out and towel her off, raiding the cabinets to find a can of tuna for her. I pop open the can and put some on a plate, setting it down. She starts eating immediately, meowing for more when she finishes. After, she follows me around the house, not wanting to leave my side. I pick her up, cradling her tiny body. 

“You wanna stay with us?” She meows and rubs her head on my hand. I chuckle. “Ok, then. You can stay, Ghost. I guess that’s your name now too, since I heard you but didn’t see you.”

Just then, Robbie opens the door, tossing his keys in the basket I’d placed on a small side table as he shakes out his beloved coat, tossing it over the back of the chair and enters the living room, walking towards me with a smile. 

“Hey, baby. How was - what’s moving under that blanket?”

I put on my best puppy eyes. “Nothing?” Ghost meows from under the blanket and I look down at it, whispering “Traitor.”

“Is there a cat under there?”

“No? Technically she’s a kitten?”

“Baby-” I move the blanket and Ghost turns her tiny, bright orange eyes up, staring at Robbie, who goes momentarily speechless. 

“Ok, she’s cute. But she can’t stay. You’ll bring her to a shelter or something tomorrow, ok?”

“But, Robbie! She’s so small and she loves me!”

“She loves anyone who feeds her.”

“No really. She follows me around. Plus, she reminds me of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Dark outside with a flame in her eyes.”

He’s quiet for a bit. “Still, it’s a cat. She can’t stay. And don’t give me the pouty lip.”

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I wake in the morning, patting the bed next to me and finding it empty, not even a trace of warmth from Robbie. I pull on one of his shirts and walk to the living room, a yawn dying on my lips when I take in what’s happening. 

Robbie. Asleep on the couch. With little Ghost curled up on his chest, half tucked under a blanket, like he’d tucked her there. She’s purring loudly, only cracking open one eye to look at me before cuddling her head deeper, a soft smile on Robbie’s lips as he continues to doze. 

Ghost never does go to a shelter and spends her time at our place or at the shop, chasing any small rodents or bugs that dare enter her domain. And Robbie? He went out that next day and bought nearly the entire pet store, coming home to show me all of the fancy toys and food he’d bought for her. 

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How to reinvent your wardrobe : The basics 

Before starting, remember the goal is to wear the clothes, don't let them wear you. Be confident, a good way to do that is by buying things you genuinely love and feel comfortable in. This post is only focused on basics, so nothing too exciting but it is needed.

✩ Learn about yourself and your body:

Before spending money on clothes and/or a new style. Find out what you like and don’t like when it comes to clothes. If you’re stuck and don’t know what you like or look good in. I recommend learning about your body archetype. There are plenty of quizzes and videos on this topic. I will list some of my favorites below. Learning about your body archetype is a good starting point to what suits you best but of course you don't have to follow everything these quizzes say, pick and choose what works for you. I also recommend looking at fashion eras and picking what you like and don’t like in each era.

♡ Invest in high quality basics:

Why? Because no matter what style or aesthetic you choose these basics always come in handy. Basics are timeless, you can never go wrong with jeans and a basic white tee. Lastly, basics are super easy to style, you can dress them up or down. If you don't want to style them you don't have to because they're outfits on their own. Some of the basics that I recommend buying are:

Black and white shirts: Long and short sleeves. Personally I love cropped tees since I love wearing high waisted pants but the style of shirt you choose depends on you, your body and what you feel comfortable in. Also have different variation of these shirts for different occasions.

Blue and black jeans: The fit really depends on your body type but these jeans are super easy to style.

A nice active wear set: It makes you feel hot and makes you want to leave your house so the world knows how hot you are. So yeah it’s needed. Also they’re super comfy, need I say more?

Trousers/dress pants: For some these are a hit or miss but I think they are a great way to look put together without doing the most. I won’t lie I used to hate them but finding the right fit for you is what matters most.

Long coat: A good quality long coat is a easy way to look put together during colder weather.

White button up: We can’t talk about basics without mentioning a white button up, they’re classic. I recommend getting one that fits perfectly and another that is oversized. Trust me.  

Black and white dress: You can never go wrong with a simple black dress. White dress give off a "I have my life together” vibe.

❁ Accessories:

I'll briefly go over this since this is getting long. Invest in certain things but not everything. Find out what Jewelry colour suits you. I found a really good webpage that speaks about that.

When it comes to bags, go to a thrift store. And I don’t mean thrift stores that everyone goes to, so don’t go to savers or value village. Go to thrift stores that older people frequent. Why? Because that’s where you find amazing vintage pieces but at a really cheap price. You will find perfect vintage bags with real leather, looks like it’s never been used for less than 10$. I know that because I have found bags valued at 900$+ for 5-7$, some with tags still on. 

Links:

Kibbe Body Type

Kibbe Body Type Test

What is your jewelry colour?

[gentleeclipsey]

Hmmm, I've been listening to music again, I have thoughts about Jackie's fluffy trollish family, fair warning, it's long and things may change:

Ancient family curse, they're all fluffy, every generation or so there's always one that looks familiar to the ancient root ancestor, mostly referred to as Shardback

Shardback is called that because heartstone chunks rooted into her back, she only lived about 10,000 years but it was enough to have a few secret whelps which carried the family line from ancient times to modern times

The Shardback and Blackthroat families hated each other, but Penn, Jack's mom, is half Blackthroat, he's essentially merged the family trees and forced mercy between the two lines

Monsoon is Penn's late sister, now he only has his brother Haverwrath, but he's also got other relatives from his mom, Jack's grandma, that have kids his age, so the Shardback family tree is far from dying out, especially now that Blackthroats are involved

Those cursed, like Jack and her Grandma Jax, all look the same when young but as they age they all become different, new main and coat patterns arise around their mid 450s to 500s

On average they tend to live to about 1000 to 2000, of course there's outliers in every generation, Gran Jax is only about 900 herself so her marks have expressed themselves

Generally speaking a family reunion is the cutest thing to witness because they're a bunch of playful idiots big cats, and most are pettable if you ask nicely, and yes almost all of them purr and get happy taps

I have no idea who sired Penn or Jackie yet, only that Penn loves his stupid fluffy baby and genuinely did not expect her to marry into royalty, he's proud of all of his kids either way and is just happy Jackie will be taken care of if he dies young

While Gran Jax is only 900, Penn is about 600 himself, I believe Jackie to be around 400 to 500, just before she gets her marks, and yes Penn had her young

When born, they have a fever coat, a funky layer of miscolored fluff along the top of their pelts, generally it falls out before they turn 100, but it returns when they're sick for prolonged periods

They greet each other by nuzzling heads, they also peep, chirp, and squeak at each other frequently

The fluffiness is a highly dominant gene, in hundreds if not thousands of generations it hasn't faded and every new child born to the line is fluffy, even if they're a changeling, volcanic troll, sea troll, doesn't matter, they're getting fluff whether they like it or not

Things like scales, horns, and spikes aren't common in the family but they're not rare either, however when present they're usually not too large, for instance Kanjigar's horns may be possible but something like Draal's is highly unlikely, if they do have them it's likely these will show up later in life rather than immediately

Gran Jax should've had a black/grey coat with white marks or white fading, Jackie is hoping her real coat is pretty

All of them get heavier in winter and will grow out their coats, family snow beans are also common

Often they have different pawpads depending on what species sired them, however the heart Jackie has is new, it's likely a new mutation

Sal fucking cries seeing her family because he physically cannot withstand that amount of poof in one room, this idiot king will die because he finds them so fucking cute

I love to imagine in the afterlife Shardback terrorizing the Blackthroat ancestor who's absolutely PISSED the old hag's line finally won into their own, it's like a damn soap opera episode and it's hilarious

That's all I have thank you

Comfort combat, they fuckin invented it

They can have crunchy mews, like a funky or old cat, also, scraggly whiskers when they sleep too hard

[dudeshusband]

Ship: Mike x Pete Nelson

Words: 900

Description: Mike and Pete get a pumpkin.

Warnings: A bit of insecurity on Mike's part. But that's just me.

The circus returned back to its home base after Halloween. It had been a long spring and summer of touring the country, and soon the circus would close for the winter. Mike walked through the crunching leaves, on their way from pitching hay for the elephants. They passed their boyfriend, who was dealing cards on the Midway. His eyes lit up as he saw them, and he ran up to meet them. 

“Hi, Pete,” they said. 

“There’s a pumpkin patch, a little ways off from the circus.” 

Mike furrowed their eyebrows. “A pumpkin patch…?” 

He nodded. “Get your coat and I’ll get you one.” 

“Pete, it’s after Halloween.” 

“Make a pie out of it. I don’t know. It’s not Christmas yet.” 

Mike smiled. He seemed so adamant about it. “You know, if you want to spend time with me, you can just say so.” 

His eyes glittered in the light of the setting sun. It made Mike weak in the knees. 

“I wanna spend time with you.” 

He said it so gently, so earnestly. Mike thought they turned to jelly right there. 

“Well, I have to change,” Mike said. “I have to put something nice on.” 

“You always look nice.” 

Mike shook their head fondly. “Pete, that’s not what I meant.” 

Mike hurried off to Pete’s trailer, which they lived in at this point. They made quick work of freshening up, changing into one of their turtleneck dresses, and applying makeup. They twisted their hair into the neatest bun they could do quickly. 

Pete was waiting for them outside the door, leaning against the side of the trailer. He’d put on his jacket, and held a cigarette loosely between his lips.

“Ready?” he asked, without taking the cigarette out of his mouth. 

They nodded, and stepped down. Pete took their hand in his, and used the other to light his cigarette. He turned to them, flitting his eyes up and down their body. 

“You get all dolled up just for me?” 

Mike chuckled. “Not just for you.” 

“For the people at the pumpkin patch?” 

Mike shook their head. “What about me? Don’t I get to look good for myself?” 

“Sure you do.” 

Mike stared at their boyfriend as much as they could on their walk, without tripping. He looked ever so pretty in his blue jacket and the crisp morning air. His hand was warm compared to Mike’s which always ran cold. And, they could help but be mesmerized by his lips. When he smiled, when he talked, and when he smoked, as he was now. They often wondered if he had a similar obsession with them. 

As they walked, he glanced at them every so often, smiling gently. They wondered, too, what he was smiling at. What did he see? The hastily applied lipstick? The tired eyes? The hair sticking out of their bun? Some permanent, flawed, facet of Mike’s face? What was he romanticizing in his mind? 

Mike had gotten lost in their own head, so much so, they had no idea where they were. 

“Mike, honey, we’re here,” Pete said. He dropped his cigarette and put it out with his foot. 

Mike snapped out of their fog. “Sorry.” 

Mike looked around the pumpkin patch. It had some pumpkins still in their patch, some on carts, and a cart of non-pumpkin miscellanea. Up front there was a cart selling 10 cent hot apple cider. 

“Should we get a little one or a great big one?” Pete asked them. 

“Can we get some apple cider?” Mike asked him. 

He nodded, and led them to the apple cider cart. He ordered for them, which he was used to doing for girlfriends, and Mike didn’t see the point in correcting it. He paid, too, which Mike was still trying to get themselves used to. 

The pair sipped their cider and walked through the pumpkins. 

“We should get a small one,” Mike said. “It’ll be easier to take back and keep.” 

He nodded. 

“Also, don’t you think I should buy my own pumpkin?” 

“I don’t see why,” he said. “I’m takin’ you out. I wanted to get you one.” 

“Alright.” 

“I expect to buy you things,” he said. When Mike opened their mouth to protest, he amended, “I want to buy you things. It makes you happy. It makes me feel good.” 

He squeezed their hand gently. 

“Now, get yourself a pumpkin. Make us both happy.” 

Mike got one of the smallest pumpkins in the patch, and showed it to their boyfriend. 

“Here,” they said. 

“That’s barely a pumpkin!” he exclaimed, with some amusement. “That’s a kid pumpkin.” 

“It’s done growing,” Mike said. 

He took the pumpkin in his big hands. “It makes me feel like a giant.” 

Mike chuckled. “That’s the one. Perfect.”

Pete shook his head, but still smiled at them. He walked to the front, and gave the owner some money out of his wallet. Once the pumpkin was theirs, he returned back to Mike, and handed it to them. Then, he took their other hand. 

“Ready?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” Mike said. “It’s cold out here.” 

Pete swung his jacket off, and put it over Mike’s shoulders. 

“Hey, you only have that polo on, I have this turtleneck dress.” 

He smiled. “I can handle it.” 

Mike snuggled up to him as they walked. It was a bit awkward, but they soon figured it out, and made their way back to the circus. 

[astrologymeetpsychology]

#001

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Who is your least favourite character from your favourite book? (no villains/bad guys allowed)

I’d probably say Draco. I have a few favourite books so hard to name one. Draco can be seen as a bad guy, but in the end he’s not he’s a scared kid.

Do people tell you you have cold hands?

No actually, normally that they are hot.

When was the last time you held an umbrella?

Few months ago.

Do you still listen to any disbanded bands?

Sure, it doesn’t make a difference if they’re still together or not.

What colour is the last coat you wore?

Black.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste?

Yeah to a certain extent it does.

How often do you listen to rock music?

Most days. I listen to my playlist with over 900 songs nearly every day and a fair few are rock songs.

When were you last in a classroom?

Few weeks ago - went to my daughters parents evening.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad?

It depends on my mood.

What was your favourite colour when you were 10?

Pink or black.

When were you last in a hospital?

Uhhhh a few months ago I reckon I had a heavy bleed.

Is there an instrument you don't like the sound of?

Bagpipes.

When was the last time you had a lava lamp in your room?

About 25 years ago I’d say.

What was the last frozen food you ate?

Pizza.

What is the shortest haircut you have had?

Shoulder length - I like my hair longer.

How many letters are in the author's name of the last book you read?

Like 14?

How are you currently holding your device?

Holding phone in right hand whilst typing with left.’

Have you ever sponsored an animal?

No, but I’d consider it.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle?

Kangaroo.

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom?

Start off in the bathroom and then go to the bedroom and then back to the bathroom again.

What's your favourite Coldplay song?

Hmmm not sure. Fix You or Trouble maybe?

What do you think about turbulence on a flight?

I don’t mind it much really unless it’s very bad. My Mum is terrible with turbulence and will still hold my hand if flying with me and I’m 34 years old. M

Normally, do you sleep too many hours or not enough?

It’s either one or the other and never the normal amount.

How many keyboards/languages do you have on your phone?

Just the one. I used to have 3 but it messed my phone up

Do you have a favourite insect?

Not really. I like spiders, butterflies and ladybirds but have no specific favourite.

Have you ever worn coloured contacts for Halloween?

No.

How often do you wear heels?

About once a year? For special occasions really as don’t mind them comfortable nor think they look that nice..

Do you have a favourite episode of your favourite show?

No but that’s because I have multiple favourite shows so couldn’t narrow it down further.

What was your first teacher's first name?

Can’t remember honestly.

What colour are your toothbrush's bristles?

Blue and white.

Were you a dog, how long would your snoot be?

No clue.

Have you ever gone ice skating alone?

Not on my own no

Can you hear a clock ticking now?

No.’

How about birds tweeting?

No.

How long would your ideal magic wand be?

About 9 inches perhaps? I’m quite short.

What colour is your ceiling?

Cream.

Do you own a scooter?

No.

Which pastel colour is the nicest?

Purple is probably the nicest but I love all pastel colours really.

How many hours until you have to get up next?

I mean I’m not asleep yet but about 12.

When did you last play a Mario game?

Years ago.

Ever owned an actual piggy bank?

Yes.

How many words of Spanish do you reckon you know?

10-15 probably.

How many rugs/mats/carpets are in your house?

4 I think.

When did you last swing on a swing-set?

Few months ago at the park with my kids.

Do you have a favourite Haribo shape?

Hearts.

How would you describe your favourite singer's voice in 2 words?

Have more than one face but one I can think of is melodic and handsome.

Do you study any subjects in your free time?

Not really just things like MBTI, astrology, psychology, science, drama etc but like to learn about a lot of different things.

Any interesting or unusual facts about your house?

I don’t think so.

Would you rather become fluent in 3 European languages or 3 Asian languages?

European, because it means I could easily travel around Europe.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short?

Average?

[woodsdyke]

i meant to post this for halloween and never did. happy belated halloween here's 900 words about murdering your sister but she gets better

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It’s hard to tell if it’s six feet, but it’s close.

The hastily dug hole, not much of a rectangle but he can’t say he was going for precision, yawns up in front of him like a pair of waiting jaws.

He sits on the ground with an exhausted groan, dead grass crunching underneath him. He wipes sweat from his brow and the back of his hand comes back streaked in blood. Maybe his, maybe not.

When the body lands in the grave, it does so with a dull thump that makes nausea roil in the pit of his stomach. “I’m so sorry,” he mutters as he reaches for the shovel, and isn’t quite sure if he means it.

---

It was over money, because of course it was. People have always loved killing each other over a bit of gold, just enough to get another meal or so much that they will never know what to do with it, hoarded for no reason other than a deep-seated sense of greed that, if they’re unlucky, will strip away their humanity piece by piece, like wet parchment, maybe torn like a piece of bloodstained old linen.

It’s enough money to make him and his whole family comfortable for the rest of their lives and then some, for their children and their children’s children.

It doesn’t stop the guilt from following him like a hungry coyote, matted fur and bright yellow eyes.

---

She looks at him, calm, gaze even, says ‘what the actual fuck is wrong with you’, and drops dead on the floor.

---

He tells Sadie. He has no idea why he tells her, but does all the same, because keeping her in the dark just feels like another strike against him, another tentative step towards the point of no return. ‘Jesus Christ, Arden,’ she tells him, sitting across the table, leaning forward with her hands clasped on the tabletop in front of her. He doesn’t know what her expression means, brow furrowed, lips pursed into a thin line. He looks at her, hopelessly, and tries to say something but no words come out and then that’s it. Sadie gets up from the table wordlessly and walks out of the room. Arden doesn’t follow her.

They never talk about it again.

The final story is that his sister got into a brawl at a local bar and ended up unlucky, bullet to the skull, sudden and tragic. But she was always a difficult one, hot-headed and always ready for a fight, so it doesn’t surprise anyone much.

Arden dreams of a mound of soil in a clump of trees in the middle of a cornfield.

--

He receives the inheritance in full. He signs the last piece of paperwork, pen scratching against parchment, and his hand shakes so much the letters look warped. He tells himself this is how it was supposed to be. She wouldn’t have even wanted it. She didn’t care about the money. She would have thrown it away on a whim. A voice somewhere in the back of his head asks why he murdered her over it, though, why he took it so far, why he let her bleed out on his expensive Persian rug, why he dragged her bloody corpse to that clump of trees and dug an almost-six-foot-deep hole and didn’t even put a cross or a particularly nice rock, because he thinks and overthinks and feels a deep-seated terror of someone finding that pile of dirt and asking questions.

That Sunday, he goes to confession.

He worries the hem of his shirt between his thumb and index finger, looking down at the floor, at the bit of dull, yellowed light shining through between the floor and the confessionary door.

“I killed my sister,” he says, helplessly. “I killed my sister and Father, I don’t know if I regret it.”

--

He wakes up covered in cold sweat, heart in his throat, and climbs quietly out of bed, taking care not to wake Sadie. He throws on a coat and some boots and closes the front door silently behind him. It’s cold, frost crunching under his shoes as he walks, breath a small cloud of fog with every exhale. It’s a new moon, so the darkness stretches on far out into the distance, as if the sun might decide to never rise again. Arden goes to the shed in the backyard and finds what he’s looking for. Then he heads for the cornfield.

The clump of trees in the middle of that field is more threatening than he remembered the last time he was here. The dark, spindly shadows loom up at him, bare branches shuddering in the wind almost as if they have a mind of their own.

He picks up his shovel and starts to dig.

He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know what is compelling him to do this, what the end goal is supposed to be, what he expects to find. What sort of closure he thinks this will give him, even if he knows the answer is not even a scrap.

He digs all the same.

Then it’s done, five feet and change into the dirt, and Arden fights the urge to just lay down and stay there. His arms are shaking from exertion and his clothes are covered in dirt and grime. He wipes his face with his sleeve, and it comes back red.

Arden looks down at his sister’s final resting place and curses an empty grave.

[askgmangraves]

Your partner gave him dry food!! Now he's eating sushi and premium wet food with a garish of chicken while wearing a nice winter coat. I love him, you can take him from my COLD, DEAD, HANDS.

I'll give you a 900 dollar bonus for maintenance right now if you let my partner have partial custody. I'm not saying give him up but think all of the stuff you can buy meowthew.

[jimsandfruit]

Ring (Darkstache)

Summary: Darkiplier has held onto this little pink ring for long enough. It's time for him to finally take the next step, no matter how daunting it feels.

Word count: 900+

Tw: None, I think. Just tooth-rotting fluff

Five small pink crystals of rose quarts arranged in a circular pattern around a small diamond, resembling a flower. A golden band, circling the flower of crystals, resembling slightly overgrown vines.

A ring, that had resided under Dark's hardly used bed most of the time for months now. He had gained the bravery needed to purchase but lacked the bravery for the next step.

They were an entity that was created out of nothing but anger and the need for revenge. The idea of Darkiplier in love felt like the perfect example of an oxymoron to him. Yet here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, cradling the small pink box in his hand for the third time this week, trying to figure out how to ask.

He took a breath and stuffed it in his pocket. This was getting ridiculous, and had drawn out far longer than necessary already.

But as the other egos started entering his life, he found a capacity for love. He found himself losing the need to destroy Actor. He found a need to protect the others. It softened him, and Dark honestly couldn’t be more thankful. He was no longer just a broken entity with one consuming goal. They felt real emotions now. Not just rage.

He was finally alive, but that didn’t mean he was used to it. The joy didn’t make the ring any less scary.

Some of the more astute egos had been pestering him for a while now. Little playful taunts here and there, about how he should just ask the question already. Wilford would surely say yes, so why was he so terrified?

–

He and Wilford have been together for years now. Everyone knew it was coming. They were all just waiting on him. Years ago he wouldn’t have ever entertained the thought of love. Years ago he was still focused solely on taking care of Actor.

Yet now he was focusing more on Wilford's weight gently leaning on him. The texture of his fur coat pressed up against Dark. The smell of bubblegum and cotton candy, with a hint of gunpowder. The way Wilford waved his free hand as he spoke.

Wilford looked over “Yeah?” He asked lightly.

“Would you mind accompanying me on a walk through the garden? It’s nice out, today”

Wils eyes lit up “Of course, gumdrop! One sec, let me grab my jacket!” he said, dropping his cards and running off to his room.

Bing noticed Dark straightening out his tie or suit more than usual. His almost nervous body language. His occasional deep breaths.

“Ooooh are you finally gonna do it?” Bing asked with a sly grin.

Dark glanced at the group of egos, who now all had their eyes on him, all with varying levels of excitement and anticipation.

“I swear if you all try to spy, I will ground every last one of you till next year” Dark scolded

The Jims looked very disappointed, showing they had had every intention to do so.

“Fine, fine. Everyone knows it’s gonna go well anyways. Go sweep your man off his feet” Bing said. Despite being somewhat teasing, there was a decent amount of sincerity and support in his tone. Yancy, Bim, and Illinois chirped in their own genuine agreement and support, causing Dark to feel deep gratitude for all of them.

Even if they had been a little intrusive throughout this whole process, he couldn’t help but feel happy that he was supported in this big scary step.

“Thank you” He said with a brief nod, still unsure about how to respond to such overwhelming positivity, and headed to the back door to wait for Wilford.

Soon, he saw his boyfriend barrel down the stairs, pulling on his pink fur coat. Wilford hooked his arm around Dark's arm and grinned “Let's go” He said happily.

Dark chuckled softly at Wilford's ever-constant enthusiasm, and headed out into the garden. “How’s your day been, my love?” Dark asked as they walked.

“I finally found out where my candy stash has been disappearing to! Turns out Dr. Iplier has a MAJOR sweet tooth.”

“Is that so?” Dark asked, a little amused.

Wilford nodded, leaning into Dark a bit as they walked. “Yeah. Which is so hypocritical considering that he insists candy kills you. Granted he says EVERYTHING kills you so I guess that’s not saying much...”

Dark could hardly focus on Wilfords words. Not that he didn’t enjoy Wilford's ramblings. He always loved hearing Wilford's excited explanations of typically mundane things.

“What a coincidence,” Wilford said with a grin, “I have something to ask you too”

“Wilford?” Dark asked, walking into the living room, where Wil was currently playing Uno with the Jim Twins, Bim, Bing, Illinois and Yancy.

Soon they reached a point of the garden that was as far from the Manor as they could get. He felt Wilford let go of his arm, presumably to pick a flower or mess with a butterfly he found. He took the free second to take a breath and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out the box and opened it, taking a shaky breath, “Wilford, I have to ask you someth-”

Dark froze when he finally looked at Wilford. He was on one knee, holding a small black box, with a dark crystal holding soft tints of blue and red, encircled by a black metal band. 

Wilford kept speaking about his day, full of energy. The energy that completed Dark.

[gravesdept]

thinkin’ out loud.. bottom! fwb!phillip graves x top! male reader

CONTENT: MDNI, FEM DNI, sexual activities, anal fingering, blood (mentioned for a brief part), bottom! phillip graves, smut, Top! male reader, office handjob, ooc graves? 900+ words, short, friends with benefits relationship

♡　＃　𓂃 on the plush and soft sofa in his office you feel the heat of graves body pressed against yours, your mind races with thoughts and desires. hands roaming and groping over his scarred n’ pale skin. you feel the muscles ripple mildly beneath you in your harsh and slow touch.

you can't help but let out a low growl as you press your lips to his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. he moans in response, his body arching into yours, like his body is begging for more.

your fingers trail down his chest, teasing each of his nipples slowly before continuing their antagonizing descent. he trembles and gasps as your fingers reach his waistband playing with it for just a bit to watch him whine in discontent, fumbling down with the button and eventually the zipper. you yourself can't wait any longer, your cock basically throbbing for some sort of physical treatment or release.

as you push his pants down, his erection springs free, flopping back down onto his scarred stomach, sitting there so prettily against it, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down. you can't resist the urge to lean down and lick it off, savoring the sweet-tangy taste of his arousal. he groans and tangles his fingers in your hair, guiding you to take more of his length in your mouth. and you would have let him.

but you had other plans tonight. you pull back and flip him over, pushing him onto his hands and knees. his ass presented to you nicely in this view, his back arching looking so enticing you can't help but marvel at the sight.

rolling up his shirt more you lean down and press a kiss to his spine before spreading his ass apart, exposing his tight entrance. he was still halfway clothed, his shirt was unbuttoned, gear was still sitting loosely on the sofa behind you and his pants slung down around the ankles of his feet. 

one of your calloused hands slides down his thighs once, twice more gripping and holding before stopping at his entrance. a thumb coming to circle around the rim. teasing if not only for a bit before pushing against the barrier and slowly inside of him. graves immediately clenchs around the tip of your thumb. whines would’ve most definitely been heard from outside if not for the sound proof walls that came with a commander’s office.

the dry push of your thumb inside of him was enough for you to contemplate giving him a bit of relief. spitting onto his puckered rim as lubricant. incoherent words come spewing out of his pretty lips “fuk’ me ohhhh lord.” he babbles as you remove your thumb to add a second finger now, your pointer and forefinger moving in and out of him while increasing in pace. he bucks down onto your fingers with an animalistic and carnal desire to chase his release.

only a few minutes later and you're already adding a third. thrusting into him at a speed his alluring little mind couldn’t comprehend, at least not while you’re almost full knuckles deep inside of him. desperate moans leave graves mouth, his lips bruised and coated in the smallest amount of blood after biting them so hard trying to stop his sounds.

once you felt like he was ready you pulled your fingers out to unbuckle your belt. graves' head turns swiftly to catch the source of the clinking, looking too blissed out from the foreplay. his tongue catches the blood dripping from his lips from a swipe across as he flips himself over to his back with a bloody smirk on his face “lieutenant, if s’you keep goin like this I won't last much longer.” 

the final buckle to pull off your belt is released. now advancing to the zipper which doesn’t take long as you pull down your uniform pants, leaving you in those uncomfortable shadow issued boxers. the ones graves loves to see you in, the ones he wants you to take off right now. 

he shifts on his back lifting onto his elbows to hook his fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers and he pulls you forward, each one of your arms landing on a side of his head. 

your eyes lock onto graves, dirty blonde hair cascading over his forehead, sweat sticking them together in strings. 

he lifts a smirk to you, knowing exactly what's on your mind with the lust ridden on your face. he pulls your boxers down so your cock springs free and slaps up onto your abdomen comically. he brings his hand down to stroke you “jus’ knew this thing was big.” he mutters fingers tracing veins along the shaft. the cool air hits you just right as you groan and take hold of his hand to guide his hand along your length.  

graves watches you with hungry eyes, his lips parting slightly he lets out a low moan, your hand tangles in his hair as you press your lips to his. the kiss is wild and passionate, rough with teeth clashing, fueled by months of pent-up desire. graves moans into your mouth. his left hand gripping your hip tightly, pulling you closer to him while still dragging long strokes out of you.

as you break the kiss, graves looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. the hand stroking your length glides back up past your abdomen to your chest and grabs your neck.

you lean in to capture his lips once again, your tongue eagerly exploring his mouth. graves responds with equal fervor, his hands roaming over your body, igniting a fire within you. you break the kiss to catch your breath, your eyes locking onto his.

and ohh.. from how his pretty’ blue eyes shined with painful desire, you could just tell this was going to be one hell of a session.

[the-firebird69]

This is kind of an angular vehicle and you can put a stealth coating on it it works and you can't see it on and you can't get it on radar it's way to do the wheels and we want to do this car too and we're putting all the packages together and we can see that he's going to arrange the presales meeting and we are not announcing it yet until it's formal but we're going to go ahead with it and we are going to introduce us to it's a great idea he says and this car is extremely fast it's very good reason for it it has components of the GT Bradley and it looks a little like it not quite but it goes about 700 mph stock with a V8 and women will love it but it's really meant for men. It's going to make a cologne he says and call it meant for men that will be the slogan. And the women of course will want it but that's a cologne for men and it would be nice and not cheap and there's be different versions with different vehicles and vehicle companies try it but this is actually a good fit for Chrysler to do that it's kind of a stranger company and the high end will be a spice I really like Old spice and he likes it so he's going to go ahead and approve that and he wants to make gear and everything jackets and they had all that he's going to revive it.

Frank Castle hardcastle

I'm all for this vehicle and it's very fast you put a V12 in it and it goes about 900 you change the top and the exhaust and it goes about 12:50 without any effort you change the gearing and it goes about 1500 to 2000 it's extremely fast tons of people want one right away starting price for this car I'll be a million dollars from Genesis

Duke nukem Blockbuster

Olympus I don't think we can get the rights to do the song but Trump might be able to

I think I got to do that okay everybody

Trump

Ahhhh yah

Cheeseman AKA Clint Eastwood

This rocks where can I sign on and I'll be the lead car washer that's fine and I don't know what we're doing with these car parked movies stuff that's really weird probably selling off stock it's true too it should not be hard I don't know why we're having to go into sales calls

Tommy boy

Holy Jesus

Zues Hera

That's what it's like I said calm down Tommy boy we have a place for you and you can buy some of the cars and he likes it and he wants to assemble them mb have him assemble the sports car

Shaker

And that sounds really good

Dave

Me too I need you and Christ sake okay that's stupid

Cheeseman

Olympus all these ideas are approved and we're going to go ahead with this

Had to sit out and meet but I'd like to meet ASAP and to get it going and we hope to get other stuff going and that's really me though

Hera

[craigstuarteisenberg]

How to make beef stew

Beef stew is a classic comfort food that warms the soul with its tender beef, hearty vegetables, and rich broth. This one-pot wonder is perfect for chilly days and brings together the flavors of succulent beef, aromatic herbs, and wholesome vegetables. In this article, we will take you through the step-by-step process of making a delicious beef stew that will fill your kitchen with enticing aromas and leave you craving more.

Ingredients:

To make beef stew, gather the following ingredients:

2 pounds (900 grams) beef stew meat, cut into cubes

2 tablespoons all-purpose flour

Salt and pepper to taste

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

1 large onion, diced

2 cloves of garlic, minced

4 cups beef broth

1 cup red wine (optional)

2 bay leaves

1 teaspoon dried thyme

4 carrots, peeled and cut into chunks

3 potatoes, peeled and cut into chunks

1 cup frozen peas

Chopped fresh parsley for garnish (optional)

Step 1: Prepare the Beef

In a mixing bowl, combine the flour with a pinch of salt and pepper. Toss the beef cubes in the flour mixture until they are coated evenly. This helps thicken the stew as it cooks and gives the beef a nice crust.

Step 2: Brown the Beef

Heat the vegetable oil in a large pot or Dutch oven over medium-high heat. Add the coated beef cubes to the pot in batches, making sure not to overcrowd them. Brown the beef on all sides until it develops a rich, golden-brown color. This step adds depth of flavor to the stew. Remove the browned beef from the pot and set it aside.

Step 3: Sauté the Aromatics

In the same pot, add the diced onion and minced garlic. Sauté them until they become translucent and fragrant, about 2-3 minutes. This creates a flavorful base for the stew.

Step 4: Simmer the Stew

Return the browned beef to the pot with the sautéed onions and garlic. Pour in the beef broth and red wine (if using). Add the bay leaves and dried thyme. Stir well to combine the ingredients. Bring the mixture to a boil, then reduce the heat to low, cover the pot, and let it simmer for about 1.5 to 2 hours. This slow cooking allows the beef to become tender and infuse the broth with its flavors.

Step 5: Add the Vegetables

After the beef has simmered for the desired time, add the carrot and potato chunks to the pot. Continue simmering, covered, for an additional 30 minutes or until the vegetables are tender. This gives the stew its signature heartiness.

Step 6: Add the Peas and Season

Finally, stir in the frozen peas and let them cook for a few minutes until heated through. Taste the stew and adjust the seasoning with salt and pepper as needed.

Step 7: Serve and Enjoy

Remove the bay leaves from the pot before serving. Ladle the warm and aromatic beef stew into bowls and garnish with freshly chopped parsley, if desired. Serve it with crusty bread or over a bed of fluffy mashed potatoes for a satisfying and comforting meal.

Beef stew is a classic dish that brings warmth and comfort to the table. By following the steps outlined above, you can create a hearty and flavorful beef stew that will delight your taste buds. Experiment with additional herbs and spices to customize the flavors to your liking. So, gather your ingredients, embrace the simmering aromas, and enjoy the wholesome goodness of a homemade beef stew that will keep you coming back for seconds.

[zxomon]

It's not finished yet, but here's one of my first attempts at oil painting on stoneware clay. The clay has been fired first at around 900 degrees, then sanded, clay painted and glazed (at the base only), then fired again at around 1300 degrees I think (aka damn hot) and now I've started painting it.

As I said, not finished yet. I haven't painted the other side of it and I need to add to this side as well. But oil paint has that nice shimmer to it that is hard to get on camera, so in real life the coat already looks pretty nice simply because of characteristics of oil paint itself. I hope this works. I'll probably varnish it in some way once I feel good enough about the paint job.

To be continued...

(Also, this sculpture has a little secret. I'll show it once I'm finished painting it.)

Oil paint on stoneware clay, yes/no?

I've just started playing around with sculpture using stoneware clay. It's really fun, I'm loving it. And sure, glazing can look real good, and there are clay paints that can be used to pait and draw on it. And special wax crayons. There are alternatives.

However.

I really like oil paint. Because of how you can build up layer upon layer, and all the nuances and just how easy it is to work with. So now I wonder if I could use oil paint on stoneware clay.

Notes: This would not be on bowls and stuff that would be used. Only on sculptures that are to be seen but not touched. It also would not be covered with glaze, or in any way combined with anything else. Once I paint on the sculpture with oil paint - no more kiln. (Other parts of the sculpture could have glaze though, just not in combination with oil) The clay would be properly fired, and I don't mean I'd paint on glaze. Although, maybe matte glaze could work. I'd have to try.

So, sculptors and clayshapers of tumblr, do you think it would work? Have you tried? Did it stick properly? Did the clay suck up all oil and the pigments started dusting off? Any experience and thoughts are welcome. :>