#A Funny Peep-sized Bunny

[idol-trickster]

Just a mini peep-sized event for April Fools 🤡+ Easter 🐇 (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

A call back to this post with Feng Min a while back! I think of them a lot 🥺 if you read this I hope you're well~

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #13

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Wolf/Bunny prompt, with added Daddy kink? Or anything where Dabi is feeling overwhelmed and so taken care of.

Contents: Hybrid!Dabi, Wolf!Tomura, sex workers, peep show, sex toys, anal gaping, cum play, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, dirty talk, anal sex, knotting, brief breeding kink, mentions of mating cycles/heat.

Dabi likes peep shows more than anything else that he's been asked to do in the club since he joined. Peep shows mean that he has a nice solid pane of mirrored glass between him and the people watching, it gives him an added layer of security so that predators can't get to him if they start to go feral from seeing him getting messy and being so vulnerable. But he does have to admit that he especially likes it because no matter how long he's been working this scene, he's supposed to continue to play the part of an innocent little bunny rabbit. And that means that he gets to be paired up with someone 'more experienced' to force his body into the peaks of pleasure that he would just be faking otherwise. 

He never has to fake it when it comes to Tomura Shigaraki. 

The wolf’s hand feels enormous as it pets along his skin, down his back, claws a reminder of how easily he could hurt him, and stops at his tail, grabbing onto it and easily engulfing the entire thing in his palm. Dabi’s breath catches in the back of his throat for a moment, but then it’s all coming out in a loud moan as Shigaraki pulls. His knees shift under him as he’s forced to bow his back and lift his hips higher so that everyone can see between his cheeks as he puts himself on display. 

“Ah, Daddy,” he moans as his slick starts to drip across his thighs, he pretends to try and squirm to get away, but Tomura immediately tightens his grip on his tail to keep him in place. 

“Stay still, little bunny, or you could get hurt. You don’t want Daddy to mess up your pretty skin with his claws, do you?” 

Dabi lets his tail twitch and then lays his ears flat against the bed, “No, please, Daddy, don’t hurt me.” He whimpers. When they’d first started working together the fear around that statement had been more real, but Tomura Shigaraki is possibly the best, most in-control predator that he’s ever seen running in these circles. He trusts him now to not hurt him more than he’s agreed to as part of their show. He tries to squeeze his thighs together again, “... It feels funny. My legs are wet.” 

“Your cute little hole is wet, bunny.” Shigaraki tells him. “Because your body is already so slutty even though I’ve barely touched you.” 

He does touch him then, one hand easily big enough to cup half of his ass and spread him wider and still able to rub the pad of his thumb against his hole, being careful of his claws, and only making Dabi drip more steadily. Dabi doesn’t have to fake it when he lets out a loud moan, his hybrid body about three days out from his heat and absolutely desperate to have the knot he knows the wolf can give him. 

Tomura chuckles at his desperation. “See, your body wants to be filled up so much.”

“Can you? Please, Daddy? Hurts.” 

“I’ll fill you up, baby boy, but not yet. You’re so little. It will hurt so much more if you’re not ready for me first.” He hears the other man reach over to the rolling table with all of the tools for their session, and selects the one that Dabi has been most eager to try. So eager that his body gets even wetter in anticipation, though Shigaraki still cracks open one of the bottles of lube so that he can get it ready for him. He brings the wet, cool toy to Dabi’s hole and he trembles slightly. “We’re going to start with this and see how wide your tight little hole can stretch.”

 It’s a very thin taper at the start of it, maybe the size of one of Shigaraki’s fingers, and Dabi isn’t actually the virgin he’s pretending to be, so he doesn’t have any trouble taking that, and moaning like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. The thing is, that anything Shigaraki does to him always feels like the best thing he’s ever had. He’s pretty sure if he took a bite out of him during one of their sessions, Dabi would cum hard and say ‘thank you’ like a good boy before he died from blood loss. The strange toy goes into his body until it reaches a smooth flare halfway along the shaft. He whimpers as he feels it, like that’s somehow too big for him, but Tomura chuffs comfortingly and catches one of his ears and strokes it gently to soothe him. Then he works that part just inside of him. There’s a slight pause, and then Tomura twists. 

That flared part inside of his hole opens a little wider, forcing his body to stretch open around it, and Dabi moans. He’s still not full, the other part of the toy is so little inside of him, but his hole is being stretched. And it gets stretched wider. He gasps and moans, and protests too as he soaks his legs with his slick, as the wolf slowly turns the toy inside of him until it’s spreading him open so widely that–

“There. Now your little hole will be big enough to take Daddy’s knot.” Tomura lets out another approving growl when Dabi can’t help but moan at the suggestion. “And I can see how hungry your slutty body is for it, baby boy. Your pretty pink insides are twitching for me.” He hears Tomura unzip his pants and nearly goes breathless with his anticipation, but he’s definitely not expecting to hear a soft click, and then feel the toy being twisted in the other direction. Definitely, definitely not expecting Shigaraki to pull, and the dildo part come out of him, but that ring that is holding his hole open so wide stays in place. He is only given a minute to feel that his guts are open to the outside air before Shigaraki’s cock is starting to push inside of them. 

His rim is so open that he barely feels him, but his insides are still so tight. And as the wolf drives his massive cock into him unrelentingly, Dabi doesn’t even bother to try to fight his orgasm. He lets it wash over him and drench the bed beneath him even more as he moans like the whore he is. 

“Mm, that’s it, precious, your pretty hole just got even tighter.”

The fucking is only half of their show tonight, so once he’s inside, Shigaraki pushes harder and faster, not giving Dabi a single chance to recover from his first orgasm, before he’s angling to get them both to another. It’s not hard to do. Dabi never feels better than when he’s being fucked by this wolf, and he becomes so incoherent, that he has no idea if they’re still on schedule when he smells Shigaraki’s scent get more heady. That confuses him slightly. Normally when he smells like that, Dabi knows he’s about to cum. But when that happens, he always feels his knot starting to stretch his hole. But he doesn’t feel that yet. Doesn’t feel it until Shigaraki is starting to fuck him on it. 

His knot pushes inside, and Dabi’s muscles flutter to hold on, but he can’t with his hole being spread by the device. His head spins. He’s never been fucked with a knot like this. Never been able to take that split second of bliss that comes when it pops inside, and then have it over and over again as it moves in and out of him, and Tomura moves faster and faster, as he chases his own orgasm. But it is blinding how much pleasure that is giving his body, and Dabi’s shorter, duller claws are still managing to tear holes in the sheets as he moans louder than he thinks he ever has before, his body screaming pleasure across every nerve. 

Tomura sinks in deeply one last time, and Dabi feels his cum soaking him even more than his slick, the force of it readily able to push his body into a second climax as well. 

“Daddy!” 

His moan is answered with a terrifying growl that only makes his pleasure spark sharper in his veins. Through that haze he expects the curtain to close as they wait to unlock, but he doesn’t hear the rungs against the bar. No, instead he remembers a little too late that they aren’t done for the night yet, as Tomura uses the ring that is keeping Dabi’s hole stretched, to pull out of his body, his knot still swollen and keeping him hard, with a pleased growl. 

His hand moves to his thigh and he tries to scoop the seed that is spilling down his skin back inside. “Made you so messy, little bun, but you can’t hold it in like this. Guess I’m going to have to keep giving you more until you’re so full that even your stretched, slutty hole being so wide won’t be able to stop you from getting round with my pups.” 

He doesn’t wait for a response, just filling the air around them with the squelching sound of him sinking back inside of his drenched hole so he can keep fucking him on his knot. 

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[bringbackbunnymaloney]

WHAT IS THIS??? -> https://bunnymaloney.myspreadshop.net/ I was excited even seeing this official or not A lot of the merch seems a bit silly, but it's still something LOL 🧵!!!

It says that they ship anywhere in the world as well. Hmmm.../pos

Let's look at what they have now~ So. First, we have....that's right. A Casanova Clone shirt! They also have this in tank top form. All the shirts have a variety of colors to pick from. It says "My name is Bunny, Bunny Maloney", which is funny because....we all know Casanova calls himself Casanova LMAO

ALSO THERE'S A MUG OF IT LOLLLLLLL

Next we have.... A pretty damn good lookin' shirt available in most colors and as a tank top! It says "Bunny" and has Maloney doing his charming pose! I LOVE THE STARS ON THIS, IT FITS SO MUCH 😭

A "Bunny Addict" mug....what a way to call me out LMAO

Also this is a VERY cool mug...and just you wait until what's next~

THAT'SSSSS RIGHTTT!!! This same design as a shirt!! IT'S SO COOL HBZJJHBZJHB It says "Which Bunny are you today?" And features "Relieved, Happy, Sleepy, Smart, Surprised, Suspicious, Disappointed, Angry, and Embarrassed" facial expressions! Comes in different colors, a kitchen apron, a fabric bag, and...a baby bodysuit??

Next is this shirt! Available in different colors, a tank top, a kitchen apron, a fabric bag, a mug, a 5 pack of small badges, and even a children's size shirt! "Bunny or not Bunny" it says....😭😂 Though silly, it looks pretty good!

THAT'S RIGHT, FELLAS...A LMFAO REFERENCE. Available in many colors, a tank top, a mug, and a fabric bag! HE'S BUNNY AND HE KNOWS IT!!! Go on, say you're sexy, Bunny LMAO Nice pun, but I thin- (Anyways)

THISSSSSS!!!! I LOVE THIS SMMMM, MAN- It says "Bunny Maloney" and feat. Bunny doing an iconic pose and the colors fit perfectly ngl! Available in different colors, a mug...and....

A PACK OF 5 SMALL BADGES???

Next is a smaller version in terms of how Bunnies are there on the shirt, but still same design! This shirt is in different colors, a tank top, a fabric bag, and another baby bodysuit LOL

......no I'm not kidding about these baby suits.

Next we have Bunny doing his transformation pose! It says "Bunny" Pretty sick shirt available in different colors!

Jean François fan??? Well, there's one shirt for you LOL It says "Jean François" It's JF doing his transformation pose available in different colors!

I d o troll once or twice./silly Yet another Jean François shirt that says "Jean François"!! This one's EPICCCC!! Available in different colors!

Ah yes. H e r. 😅 Available in diff colors and as a tank top, it says "Candy". I have to say, looks great!

Yet another. Saying "Candy", it feat. Candy doing her transformation pose. Available in different colors!

THIS ONE IS SO CUTE, GUYS! Available in different colors, this shirt feat. Candy, Bunny, and Jean François doing their victory cheer after a Debilouman battle! It also features some Japanese as well and other epic things from the show! I remember this moment, very sweet!

LMFAOAOOAOAO LOOK AT THIS ONE!! REALLY PEEP THIS ONE!!! Available in diff colors and as a mug, it's a reference of the MGM Lion and also to the start of the Bunny Maloney intro. BUNNY IS GROWLING HAHHAHAHA "GRAOWW" HE SAID.

How romantic haha (erm...*cough*) Available in different colors, this shirt says "Be my Bunny" and feat. Candy and Bunny dancing together like in the show!

Wow. You made it to the bottom to this thread?? What a nerd.../pos ANYWAYS...LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Available in different colors, this shirt says "Bunny Maloney" and feat. our favorite pink hero! THE BACKGROUND IS SO COOL!! It features things from the "Which Bunny are you today?" shirt, but in a retro type way! Def a sexy last option ngl~💗 WELL! THAT WAS EVERYTHING CURRENTLY ON THE BUNNY MALONEY FASHION SHOP! OFFICIAL OR NOT? WE'RE NOT SURE YET LOL WE MIGHT BUY SOMETHING THOUGH, WE KNOW THAT FOR SURE~

[randum-famdoms]

Hmmm maybe I should let y’all know about the random ass dream I had last night. It was weird.

Context: this random aah shit popped up in my yt shorts right before I went to sleep. It jumpscared me and I cannot for the life of me fathom what insanity led the algorithm to summon my demons from my past. Why is Jace peeking. Why.

So of course my brain decided to make the shafowhunters main characters in my dream. But it can’t be in a NORMAL way, oh no no no. Instead, I am graced in my sleep by the following insanity, as any good dream must not make sense according to the laws of the universe.

We open in DC. How do I know it’s DC (as in Washington DC, the capital of the US)? You fool, this is a dream and nothing makes sense and questions are forbidden. It looks nothing like dc, but it is dc and that’s all you need to know because that’s all I knew and just like me you must accept this fact. I was with my godsister, who is a year younger than me (this is important), and Sirius black from TERF BOOKS fame in his dog animacy’s form. However, in this dream he is simply a normal dog who I knew was also Sirius black and those two things coexisted and yes this makes sense because it’s a dream don’t overthink it.

Back to the dream. We are in DC. We are at a river, and there is a concrete staircase up to an overlook with no fence that drops off in a sharp cliff into the river. There is a no-dogs sign. My godsister wants to go up there. I don’t want to because Sirius is a dog and there’s a no dogs sign. My godsister goes up anyway, and like the good older gos sibling I am I sign and follow her ao she doesn’t fall into the river and hope we don’t get arrested. We read the top and we start taking photos of the river and I see a tiny bunny the size of half my palm (and which also looks suspiciously like if a half-transparent lavender coloured Peep (the marshmallow Easter treat) was just a bit more anatomically correct) sitting on the bank of the river opposite us and suddenly it starts racing across the river and it’s so light and so fast that it literally runs on the water without falling in until it reaches the other side. It’s very cute.

You may be wondering, Kit, where are the shadowhunters? I’m getting there.

So I point this out to my godsister, because it’s adorable, and suddenly I fall off the outlook.

I am transported to another universe. I am suddenly transformed into a stereotypical Jungle Fantasy Movie Powerful Hot Lady (think the token girl in the 2016 jumanji movie who also played that robot chick in the guardians of the galaxy movies but make her more buff). I am in a jungle full of dinosaurs but they’re mostly friendly. Also my godsister is there but now she’s my bio sister despite me being an only child irl and there’s no explanation for any of these changes. Also now my mom’s there too and Sirius is gone and my mom looks nothing like nor does she act like my irl mom but I Knew She Was My Mom, because dreams.

But enough exposition. I’m in a new universe and I befriend an Anklyosaurus. I know I gave him a name but I do not remember what that name was. I’m deeply sorry for that. I’d assume it was something silly like Timmy but dreams are weird so I can’t guarantee that. For all I know he had a professional magicky name like Horus or Archibald. Anyway, back to the story.

The As Of Now Unnamed Anklyosaurus Friend (let’s call him Friend, for short) kills the Lightwood siblings, who are there too for some reason. Not the youngest one tho, he wasn’t important enough to be in my dream.

Moving on, I meet a Grand Wizard, who isn’t Magnus becuase he also wasn’t present despite my brain deciding I needed a Grand Wizard which I personally find very funny. Also I ride Friend around using a saddle which spawned in once I befriended him earlier, because that’s cool.

The grand wizard implies he’s the reason I’m here now but doesn’t tell me why and then he disappears in a puff of colour full smoke after pointing me in the direction of my now-sister and mother.

I meet them under a tree. They now live in a minifridge. My sister has fallen in love with a foam block. It’s sentient. No, I do not know why.

I go on an adventure and explore some before going back to my sister and mother and the foam block (it’s a greenish grey colour by the way) in their mini fridge house. My sister reveals she and her foam block boyfriend now have a goat child. It’s biological, I don’t know how I know that, and I do not know how it happened or why and I certainly don’t know why my brain has inflicted this upon me.

But, alas, it’s happened and I must be supportive of my sister and her foam block and goat family because I love her.

Jace and clary appear. They insult my sister and her family. This is a grave offense, I punch Jace in the face (haha rhymes) and challenge them both to an honour duel. We walk down the dirt path though the jungle mc Friend beside me, and arrive at a menacing spiked wooden log gate to the arena in which I shall duel them.

And then I wake up. I am deeply offended that my alarm went off before I could fight Jace and clary to the death with the help of Friend, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Now, I have always had very vivid and strange dreams. My mom says it’s our Native American heritage, but I think it’s probably the drugs I have to take to sleep and stay emotionally stable combined with my awful sleeping habits. However, this dream was particularly odd even for me.

I’m not sure how to end this post. But I guess that sentence should be good enough.

[chuck-e-cheese-anime-faces]

OK IVE FINALLY GOT MY THOUGHTS DOWN HOLD ON TIGHT AND READ IF YOU WANT TO ITS SORT OF LONG

OK SO MY THOUGHTS ON HER YO PEEP THIS:

this is gonna be very soapboxy outsidey perspectivesh not any of real outside sourced shit like research papers or anything just a goddamn OPINION PIECE basically yadda uadda so grab your popcorn and make it extra salty for the salt grains that should be taken yadda yadda also im maybe going to sound out of my gourd at points maybe but whatever, take a peek into my weird ass brain if you will i guess!!

alright so i got to thinkin recently about neco arc. that lil bitch. who has become very popular in recent times to a large extent, moreso than before, really.

i like neco arc a lot.

i think that she is hot.

i like when porn!!!! motherfucker.

and its made me think yknow, theres a pretty good amount of porn of that bitch. and im very very glad for that. im glad i can feel confidently that im not one of the only ones that wants to fuck that little freak very hard. and sometimes, thinking about neco arc gets me thinking about another little character thing in years past that shares some key traits with her but also differs in other key ways and thats the fuckin DORITO GREMLIN D.VA.

yall remember that bitch? that was a rlly popular fan interpretation of d.va around the peak of overwatch hype. she seems to be similar to neco arc in a number of ways on the surface; in design shes kinda a different version of an existing character, shes often depicted very tiny, with tha lil catface, shes mischevious and such, and a lotta peeps find her funny. but there also be key DIFFERENCES apart from that.

like how neco arc is like, an official, and i think canon character in her respective series and has always been that iirc, whilst dorito gremlin d.va is a creation that was from the start created by overwatch fans and not the creative team behind the game, and how, from an outsider at least, in fan depictions it seems neco arc embodies more of a purely chaotic spirit while dg d.va (which im gonna use to mean dorito gremlin d.va here on out in this for ease of typin shit) embodies a more sorta like, childish, mischevious, spoiled nature for the most part. neco arc will do some crazy bugs bunny shit while dg d.va just wants to eat her funny ass messy chips and drink some deeewwwwwww. and i THINK those depictions and further interpretations disseminating from said depictions result in some pretty different feelings regarding them and what kinda content many fans of these lil freaks want to see of them, and in the process THOSE also had effects on the ways I seez em and what *I* would wanna see.

and one way is PORN

ive always felt a weird frustration when it came to seeing art of dg d.va and i think this has to do with it

I feel like its has been much amount more common to see porn of neco arc than it was for porn of dg d.va. even then, at best if i really looked hard enough, itd mostly just be of regularly-proportioned d.va with some dorito dust on the face n shit, maybe bein a slob here n there, but not much of if anything of classic lil scrumpy pint sized bitch dg d.va.

on the other hand, in recent times ive seen quite a fair bit of porn of neco arc. bodytypes can be different round the board, from her original body type to a sort of regular adult human body type to ome with at least one absurdly fat part like ass or tits which may or may not be for the "joke" of it. ome thing we can be sure of is that there are plenty of peeps who are comfy sharing how horny they are for her, to the chagrin of some, without a doubt, but still, i think its more present than dg d.va porn ever was, and its made me think like...why? i had assumed it may have been partly different ppl im followin today vs back then, and partly ppls changing attitudes regarding nsfw of fictional characters too, and i still think those things DO have parts to play, but theres might be more to it.

The context of both characters and how they differ from their *regular* counterparts is big.

First take Arceuid Brunestud. Looking at just pics of her, one probably couldnt surmise too much about her. I certainly couldnt tell that she was some kinda princess or even anything other than a regular human gal, but from what i do know about her now from eating little crumbs of her wiki page, she IS indeed a princess and is also not a regular human gal (except if u see her in tht one fancy dress it can tell u she might be some kinda princess). She herself doesn't appear to have been TOO sexualized either. she seems to typically wear a rather plain outfit that doesnt show off too much. i mean she does have a short skirt sometimes over her leggings which, at least to me, does count for somethin cuz skin tight n all that 😈but even then shes also got the outfit w the very long skirt too!

What about D.va!

Well she's different. first off, at least here in the west, shes much more popular, we get to see more depictions if her in general BUT even at first glance She wears that shmexy skintight bodysuit all the time, so right off the bat, many can see somethin kinda shmexual abt that. and THEN its common to see her wieldin a lil VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER too, and so thats how we know that yeah. uh huh. shes gamersh. and also we can see her doin STREAMIN N SHIT TOO but more than that her ubiquitous catchphrase NERF DIS said in that smarmy SMUG voice. so what do we got here? a girl. SEXY STREAMING SMUG GAMER E-GIRL, and at the time where everyones nuts starts exploding over smug girls AND e-girls. so all in all, she was a very easy target for to be shmexualized and for peeps to make big pr0nz, and i think a lotta girls particularly grew tired of that. on top of this overwatch at its beginning had that whole thing about tracer ass that got censored or whatevs n the reaction to that which also i feel left a bad taste in peeps mouth in general abt sexualizing overwatch characters simce that was big n it was like, before the game even came out, so like I THINK that ppl latched onto dg d.va as a sort of like, total subversion of the achetypical sexy d.va.

i dont doubt many peeps did also like it simply for the silliness of it but i also cant help but feel ppl found some kind of like, comfort, or liberation in her, specifically in how she is divorced from many of the traits that make her sexually appealing to many, in some ways makin those traits different altogether, in other ways, makin em different, conventionally "unsexy" versions of the same traits. You want girl with a shmexy body? well HA now shes some kind of rather strange small thing (and maybe shell be wearin a big tee shirt sometimes and not even that bodysuit!) you want an appealing GAMER GIRL?? ok well how about a gamer girl who is UNAPPEALING? Look!! shes got dorito dust on her face!! on her fingers, rubbing it onto her video gamer controller!! nasty!! who would find that sexy???? and you wanted a SMUG GURL?? what, u want her to playfully TEASE YOU or something?? well, she is smug, but shes just straight up annoyin about it!! cant stand her ass, huh?? yes thats rite take them hands outta ya pamts fucker!!

Thing is, tho, i STILL found that hot on some level. but not once do i think ive ever seen any porn of dg d.va. always just silly little pictures for funny times. even today when i try to find some good ol porno ya girl comes up almost completely empty-handed, and i take that as further evidence that the prevailing feeling behind many people drawing her and by extension many people enjoying dg d.va really did not want to sexualize her or for her to *be* sexualized in any way, and I can't help but feel that many also saw *that* as part of her appeal, maybe not always out loud, but on some level. Like this was basically a brand new, basically reincarnation of d.va. One that has been reimagined in a way that many see as having been stripped of most of if not all of her sexual appeal, and thus finally being a D.Va free of the pervasive "male gaze". This isnt to ignore like, the fuckin, relatability people would tend to see in her either, of wanting to let loose and be a little gremlin themselves, i mean a good chunk of her popularity without a doubt also came about because this depiction coincided so well with umaru-chan from himouto! umaru-chan, which was also rlly poplar at around this time, as is plain to see from various art and/or edits of dg d.va as umaru-chan and vice-versa. I figured that would need at least some mentioning here, but hell that doesnt refute my point either. but there is plenty of dg d.va art that also extends past the realm of relatability for many, and goes straight into the realm of infantilization and/or basically straight-up regressing her age, like makin her demandin to be taken to mcdonalds, havin other characters refer to her as a child and bein treated as such esp with soldier 76 bein fatherly to her in many instances (coulda sworn ive even seen her in a high chair before too and no im not talkin bout tht one of her in the funny toilet chair w the handles n shit). And like, i dont know the peeps very well tht draw a lot of that but if i were to hazard a guess i would say they wouldnt be the type o ppl to like, openly enjoy and/or endorse any type of age-regression roleplay, at least not at the time of makin those, it hadnt been very popular at that time. and i would say theres an ever-smaller chance that those people would have openly enjoyed or endorsed age-reg as a kink thing either. A lotta ppl did like it for thinkin it was just funny too, i know, buuuuuut still i'd say pure comedy was not the extent of the appeal of these depictions.

So that's why I think a lot of peeps clung to that thing. And despite all that, yknow, i still wanted to fuck that goblin, yet i felt kinda frustrated about it. I think the reason for that lies in everything ive stated above, cuz if I stated what i felt, I knew that many could easily label me as some sorta creep for it. yknow "go jack off to regular ol d.va porn, this one is just wholesome and relatable!" "she's basically almost a child whats wrong with you!" etc etc. Def not the first time ive felt that way about something, but yeah, indeed frustrating. Theres just quite a lot of people round the web who seem sexually repressed, not necessarily cuz of some personal trauma they may have had, but im talkin about from how a lotta peeps have grown so comfortable with policing each other in what they find attractive in characters n shit like that. yknow, dont jerk it to konata izumi! too small! and shes only 18 for part of the series anyways!! miku is a literally a [fictional robotic personification of a vocal syntesis program] minor! shes a child! and NO she i dont agree that she ages in real-world time and is in her 30s either, she always officially looks about the same age anyways so fuck you for finding her attractive!!! Like unless i see some picture of dg d.va clappin those cheeks or doin SOMETHING kinda shmexual, thats automatically the kinda mindset im gonna assume whatever artist ever decides to draw her has about her.

That's why I'm always legit happy to see neco arc porn, because despite being a creature that feels reminiscent of dg d.va to me, there is a non-negligable amount of ppl who have acknowledged that, yea, its fine to want to exchange genital fluids with that thing. People can see that she can be a tiny little funnyass thing AND a sex goddess too, and can even be both. Hell maybe some can find her bein a little funnyass thing to *be* the very thing that makes them view her as a sex goddess. or maybe theres something else? whatever who cares lets alfredo sauce that bitch!!!!!1

Okay but that wont be the end of this either, cuz theres some more opinion of mine that i feel has got to be said that is sort of related. As a tranny dyke girl who spends and has spent a loooottttta time on the web in social media i gotta say i feel ive only very recently ever got to regularly experience anything resembling an actual sexual liberation with peers in my space. I feel a big part of that is because sadly as a whole, as others have said, sapphic culture at large can just be boring as fuuuuuck. dont get me wrong here, i do love a good cuddle and some good romance even without all shmex all the time but my sexuality is a huge and important part of me that cannot be denied. its something that i love about myself and i will continue to do so because i can. and i want to feel comfortable with sharing it with others too. Gay dudes can be absolutely wild with each other and nobody really bats an eye but gay gals are sorta pigeon-holed into pleasant little wholesome little cottagecore peeps which is fine if you like that i mean i can at least see some of the aesthetic appeal of it anyways but for the love o god whatever aesthetic or lifestyle you got dont let people convince you to shove ya sexual side if ya got one into a goddamn drawer and shove it under your bed. if you wanna share your sexiness you should feel free and confy to DO IT. its especially bad for trans women who so often get stereotyped n easily made out to be fuckin "abusers" n "pedos" n "groomers" n shit even by our own peers and others in the fuckin lgbtqia+ space even. this reminder goes out to all yall dyke girls esp trans ones, as well as this goes as a general reminder to myself: FUCK makin our sexuality to be clean and marketable. our sexuality is what we like. we can like regular vanilla shit. we can like WEIRD shit. we can like DIRTY shit. we can call each other shit like "mommy" just as much as other gals and gay dudes call their dude pardners "daddy" and we can put THAT on some fuckin..slutty cheerleader uniforms n other clothing shit just like fuckin "daddy" is. We can do and enjoy shit without feelin self conscious about if its strange or if it feels "schlocky" like lesbian content targeted towards the "male gaze" or whatever. when its you enjoyin yourself, masturbatin to it, creating it, whatever, at the end of the day its YOUR fuckin gaze. We can do weird and freaky and creepy ass roleplay because we like it, with gals with dick AND gals with pussy. we can draw some weird and freaky and creepy ass shit because we like it. We can make shit like Dykes mind breakin each other, lord knows how much goddamn art there is of dudes mind breakin girls. we can draw dyke bitches succombing to scary and evil ass desires of other dyke bitches. we can draw more dyke bitches coloring vaporeons white from the inside. we can draw shit like....

fuck..we can DRAW shit like DG D.VA AND NECO ARC HAVING DEMENTED AND MIND BREAKING SEXUAL RELATIONS!!! We can do everything everyone else does, just as much as they do. we can be the crazy sluts we wanna be and its GOOD. let yourself go nuts and crackers bitches and dont let ANYONE take it from you

fist fuckin bump👊

do your'll remeber DORITO GREMLIN D.VA I HAVE NUANCED THOUGHTS

i need to get them out at some point and yes i do mean actually nuanced outside of just "want to fuck her"

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~Who Names The Colors~

Chapter 9-This Is Not A Pipe (The Treachery of Images)

Hello my lovelies!!! Is everybody sending up good vibes that we get another amazing outfit and bounce in Hotlanta? I know I am! Give it to us Good Harry, we want it all night!

This fic has an age gap, she’s over 40, he’s just over 20. If you do not like this, I’m not offended. If you are intrigued, and like art, or UST, or juicy plotlines of deep POV-read on!

I could not do this, especially not as well(lmao), without my babes @nocontrolforlouis, @bleedinglove4h, and @dirtystyles-who is wonder at the banners that so beautifully adorn each chapter!

“Where are you?” Jo texted Ethan again.

“Mom, it’s handled, get ready.” She got an unreasonable 15 minutes later while she paced her bathroom and checked on what Zoe might be destroying several times. She had convinced herself that this was a very important situation and Ethan had said he was coming home. Audrey was busy and it’s not one of Colin’s appointed visitation times, so she knew not to ask him. Plus, after that comment about her ass in her yoga pants over two weeks ago, Jo had no interest in inviting him into her life, let alone her dating life.

Jo needed someone she could trust because Zoe was a threenager if she ever saw one.

 That little girl was full of opinions she couldn’t quite express and that huge influx of hormones she was getting about now, that Jo had heard was unmet in females again until puberty, made her full of feelings. Zoe insisted on expressing all of them loudly. She was a handful right now, even for Jo. Ethan may have had days like this, but the blur of parenting in her chaotic early 20’s had dulled the memory. Or, thankfully, her challenging child came when she was more prepared for her. In any case, her pint sized wonder had an attitude to outmatch a cast member on Made in Chelsea and was just as unreasonable.

Zoe also needed constant supervision at the moment. Jo was currently in the practice of knowing where she was in their house at all times and what weapons of minor destruction were at her disposal too. This had been brewing for some time, but it had become necessary for a normal sense of peace of mind starting about a week ago.

Jo had been working on grading her 2nd year technique submissions while watching her Sunday roast and decidedly not thinking about the shape of Harry’s lips or ass or how he had surpassed her in his technique and innovation as an artist and how she admired him, when she realized that she didn’t really know where her three year old was in the house at the moment. More worryingly, she had not heard a high pitched peep, let alone a squeal in too long. Jo dropped the iPad she had collected her submission’s on, including the piece Harry had sent after their frustrating meeting the other day, the one she mentally referred to as “Jo in the moon” and made her way to the play area. It was empty of life though the trail of destruction was clear. Jo cleared up five toys, as she tried to do in every room Zoe had wrecked, before checking her bedroom, again bereft, and the bathroom, also clear. 

She heard a chatter in her own bathroom then and wanted to freeze. The other day she had found that Zoe had billy goat-ed her way on to the counter from the toilet back and had crossed to the medicine cabinet where Jo safely kept her razor, or so She thought. This time the razor was not the problem. Instead, Zoe had found her way to the medicine cabinet and other trouble. In an effort to make herself feel better about being a woman in charge of her own destiny who made choices that were best for her, even if not what she wanted, Jo had recently sprung for the Ruby Woo Lippy instead of the Rimmel #1 she usually purchased.

So, of course, Zoe had found it and painted herself with it. The red stick had gone a long way, Jo imagined she could have had it for years, because there was enough of it to cover Zoe from her knees to her collarbones and beyond, including cold straight horizontal lines for eyebrows like she was Anger in Inside Out. Her daughter had taken one look from her place on the ruined bath mat, seen Jo’s incensed face, a less animated personification of anger and tried to run to hug off her mum’s rage. Jo, like any good mother in her best work clothes, stiff armed her like an American football player, and stripped herself before depositing a crying and sorry Zoe into a bath.

Jo had immediately called her friend Cidra with a glass of wine in hand. She could see her daughter was safe, but was far enough away to just watch. Jo needed to find the funny in the situation, as soon as possible, and Cidra would help. Because it was funny, Jo knew, even when it was your lipstick and your bath mat and your child. Cidra had laughed her ass off for minutes and convinced Jo to take pictures of the remnants of the waxy red dye all over Zoe. She had also declared that Jo desperately needed a night out, and “some dick to wind you down, god you are wound up tighter than my mother in law’s arsehole.” This and the 10 minutes since disaster had Jo laughing to.

It remained funny when Zoe’s chest and especially her eyebrows where red for better than a week.

For all these reasons, Jo wanted a trustworthy babysitter to watch her baby while she went on this blind date.

Jo had a date. She’d finally let Cidra do her work.

Her first since Colin had charmed his way into her diary, then heart, then bed. She was fairly certain that order was important. Had the sex come before the feelings, she may have taken a pass. And then it would only be awkward when they ran into each other at university functions, not Tuesdays and every other weekend.

So, this date. Jo was trying her best to be excited. But, her motives were totally suspect. She was going out with William, Or Wills, as Cidra called him, because she needed to meet a man more of an adequate age. Somebody that checked the same bracket as her on those bloody questionnaire’s one filled out too often. Not because she wanted to necessarily. The dinner would be fine, especially if he paid. But she might be at the age where the free-ish meal was not worth it.

To make any of this wishful dating work, she needed a trustworthy babysitter though. And luckily, her boy was supposed to be home. But he was very late. Jo was just about to go see what Zoe was into, when her toddler ran into her bathroom with her tiny collectibles in her right fist, and the bunny Harry had sent to her for Easter with Ethan in the other. Zoe’s name was embroidered on the ear. Jo smiled and then bit her lip. She would not be endeared by that man. That boy, she mentally reminded herself, because he was sooo young. And even though he acted like more of a man than the supposed one she had exchanged wedding vows with, especially the last time she had seen him, he was still too young. Point blank and period.

Well, not the last time she had seen him. Several days ago, a few hours before she had finally texted Cidra to take her up on the great guy she had for her, Jo had seen Harry on campus. And he had been a sight. His hair was a little ramshackle, could use a wash, as it was speckled with paint and not a little greasy, still she wanted to touch it. He was also wearing the craziest flower button down, it was a Hawaiian shirt, but more vivid, and his ripped knee skinny jeans and Chelsea boots. His outfit was eye catching, but the thing that Jo could not look away from was his company at the school coffee shop. He sat with a sweet faced blonde of his own age who looked quite smitten. Jo felt like an interloper when she found a small alcove to stand in to watch them. Harry had gotten up to grab their coffees and she got tender and catty when she saw the girl bite her lip and watch him walk to the counter. Then giggle.

Was he on a date? It looked like a date. The part that bothered her the most was that she was decidedly bothered. Harry should be on a date with a girl from school, he should be smiling like he was when he gently brought her coffee back to her, and of course the blonde was smiling and a little shy. Because this was still a new arena to both of them, unlike Jo, who had definitely dated, was now divorced and jaded.

Not so jaded that she stopped herself from calling Cidra. Or from wearing the daring trouser boot combination. The slim fitting trousers were new, but the over the knee boots were an impulse buy on the internet when she was sad about turning 41. It had been over a year and they had never made it onto her body. The blousy white wrap top felt silky against her skin and the bralette was her own sexy secret. Because she needed a confidence boost going into this thing. And, well, she frankly usually forewent underpants, so lingerie had to be special to be worn much at all. Though she did see the necessity of a bra. Especially when Ethan hit 12 and told her she was to wear one at all times. She did have a boy, it made sense. She made a face at that memory while she kept getting ready, the sound of her curling iron ticking on and on until it hit temperature ringing in her ear. Her hair felt smooth and wrapped around the barrel lightly while she prepared herself and tried to look at her progress across her head, not her bitten lip or furrowed brow. Jo put her hair up in to a full ponytail with swooping side pieces, smoked out her eye a little and threw on a nude Lippy.

It would do, she decided while looking in the mirror. Now she just needed her son, who had once again answered a text with his own version of chill mom. Zoe was playing at her feet now too, she’d snuck in silently and Jo almost stepped on her little hand. That child was way to stealthy. Either Jo was in her head worse that she thought, or she was going to be in even bigger trouble when that kid decided to be sneaky on purpose.

She made her way to the fridge to have some water to calm herself down and thought she heard a knock at the back door. That was curious, the only person who knocked was, “Harry?” She gaped at him when she got the door. He looked good, if out of place, with his hair down around his shoulders and an old Rolling Stones tee and his signature jeans. Dammit, this was gonna be awkward. Ethan had better be right behind him. “What’re you doing here?”

Harry looked her up and down and narrowed his brow. “Ethan got a date he’s been hoping for, said you needed a hand. And I said I’d lend it. I figured that Colin skipped out on you. Then thought maybe we could paint a little.” He looked her over and her skin heralded his eyes progress by getting all excited, the hair follicles standing at attention wherever his eyes landed. “But, you don’t look like you have university business.”

Jo felt miffed for a minute, there was nothing wrong with her outfit. She supposed it was inappropriate for school stuff, but it fit well and she liked it.

Harry smirked then, “oh! I know where you are off to-Girl’s night??” His smiled hopefully and she didn’t return it. His face fell a little then and his wide eyes looked so hopeful that she almost lied to him. Almost.

“Um, that sounds like more fun, but, no, I, well” spit it out she thought, he’s not your boyfriend, you only kissed the once, and he went out too. “I was set up by a friend.”

His face truly fell then, and his lips thinned into a line, like the one they had crossed. “Like a date.” It wasn’t a question.

Jo guiltily nodded and was ready to shove her fist in her mouth when Harry looked at his booted feet then gave her a false grin and changed the subject, “where’s my girl then?”

“Um, she was in my bathroom. Let me get her. I didn’t really write out any instructions, cuz I thought Ethan was watching her.” And he should know how to take care of her, he was a grown man.

“That’s alright, Miss Jo. I got her.” His back was to her, and he sounded tired, then he seemed to realize he shouldn’t be going into her bedroom and the doorbell rang. Did jo send Harry to the door, where her date he seemed to be bothered by was-or to her messy bathroom where she was sure there was a bra or two on the floor?

“Would you mind answering the door, and I’ll go make sure Zoe hasn’t painted herself with lipstick, again.” Oh that drew the dimples. “I’ll show you the picture I took so it could be funny, as opposed to rage inducing.”

“Please.” He nodded politely and Jo hated it.

Zoe was playing in her make up, but luckily it was the brushes, she looked a little messy, but cute.

“Guess who’s here bub?” She asked with extra enthusiasm.

“Tan!” Dammit-Jo had told her to soon. She’d have to ask Harry if her son was coming home after his hot date. She wanted to be pissed about him sending Harry and making it awkward, but she couldn’t. How was Ethan to know that she and his best mate were doing a tango around each other?

“Not Tan, bub! Hopefully soon, but today you get to hang out with Harry.” Jo sat her down before she fell from wiggling around so much.

And Zoe took a couple seconds to grieve the absence of her brother before launching herself like a disturbed bottle of coke at “Arry!”

Who stood with his arms crossed and his brow narrowed. The perfect shape and color of his lips was hidden by the straight line he had thinned them into. Beside him was who she had to assume was William.

He was about the same size as Harry, perhaps a little more robust in frame. He had a clean, classic haircut with a touch of curl in the dark blonde locks. His eyes were a milk chocolate brown and best of all, he had a full groomed beard. Had you asked Jo to describe her type of guy, and Cidra had, he would be it. No wonder Cidra was so keen to get them out together.

“Arry!” Zoe was happily at his feet and he thawed a touch to reach down and pick her up.

“Hey bug! What do you want to play tonight?” He tried for the level of enthusiasm he usually gave her. Jo could hear the false note in it, like she was a producer with headphones on and everybody else could be distracted by the backing vocals.

“Puppets!” Zoe raised her hands up and Harry looked bewildered for just second. He looked at Jo and she smiled at him. She wouldn’t have described Harry when asked her type then, but now she might, lanky and tall with long hair and beautiful olive skin and deep dimples and green, green eyes. Maybe she couldn’t even dream him up until she saw him grown into himself.

“She saw a puppet show at the library, so I got her a few and we’ve been using her kitchen set as a stage. Stuck a blanket over it.” Harry laughed at her description and he looked so beautiful.

A throat cleared and Jo remembered why Harry was here in the first place. She turned to her date. “Sorry, I’m unforgivably rude!! Jo Smith” she extended her hand. He took it and pulled her in a bit, keeping his arm across his stomach, so she had to enter his space bubble.

“William Sullivan, people call me Will, or brave ones, Sully. I bet you are a brave one! Cidra has been talking about you for ages and she told not a lie!” And he smiled appreciatively and his accent, maybe Belfast, was lovely, and he was handsome and just a bit younger than her, maybe 3 years, and perfect.

But Jo found she was fighting with herself to keep her eyes on her date and not watch Harry to see how he was feeling.

This was a good idea. She needed to go on a date with somebody her own age, in the same life stage. Not someone so young. Harry may make a great babysitter, but it would be totally unfair to thrust him into any kind of parenting role. Jo had been a parent at Harry’s age, you missed out on a lot. She would not take that from him, especially for a child not his own.

She was also miles ahead of herself. Harry was seeing a sweet faced undergrad and she was going on a lovely date with a very handsome man.

They had only kissed once.

Her eyes cut to Harry. He was looking at Zoe, but his face was a little red. He returned her gaze then and Jo wanted to be 3 inches tall. Felt it. That was the least charitable look he had ever given her.

“Are you ready, then? Need to grab a bag or anything?”

“Oh, sorry,” Jo was still looking at Harry while she said it, but she was answering both of their questions. ‘Sorry’ she mouthed again at Harry and he bit his lip and nodded.

Jo turned with an excuse me and grabbed her bag.

Dinner was lovely, it was.

William was lovely, he was.

He was educated and cerebral, but in no way pretentious. He had a working knowledge of art and even had been to a Jenny Seville exhibition Jo wanted to see herself. But the minute she thought of Seville’s art she thought of the way the flesh of Harry’s women looked, how he created some kind of meld between landscape and flesh and all of it seemed to be in motion, alive.

He made her feel alive. Her bones sing and hair scream and skin dance.

William sat across from her and he was more adequate in every department. He was of a certain age, she wouldn’t feel like she was cheating him of some experiences and forcing others upon him. There was no ethical questions surrounding him. Jo would not get fired it she was caught with William. Not unless she fucked him in front of her classes. Also, she wasn’t his advisor. There were so many inequalities between them. Harry was her protege, for fuck’s sake. That made her chuckle, but it must have been well timed, because William smiled like he was encouraged and she felt guilty but continued to let her mind wander. She may have introduced Harry to his inner artist, but he was light years ahead of her now. He could make a career of his talent. And she believed he would.

Last but not least, in fact most, was Ethan. How does one tell your barely grown son you are dating his best mate?

You don’t.

And if it was just a sexual thing, not worth it. Sex was lovely, but most certainly not worth upsetting her son over. Certainly no sex she had ever had. She looked across the table to William’s wide eyes and raised brows and knew she had missed a question.

“I’m sorry, what?” She blushed.

“Would you like desert? We could share?"he raised one brow.

Her distraction was totally unacceptable and Jo should say yes and cozy up to the perfectly lovely man. "Actually, I’m really sorry to say this, but I’m feeling unwell. I’m gonna head out, call an Uber.”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. I’ll get the check and get you home.” He looked around for their server and Jo almost hurrahed aloud when the lady was nearby. Her heels were burning to go. She was already formulating her excuse for why this wasn’t going to work.

The drive home was silent, William put on a playlist from his phone and she really liked every song that came on. Even found herself singing along to the “The Freshman”. William joined her and she smiled, maybe they could try this again and she would feel something for him and her focus could come back to reality. Maybe?

Harry probably didn’t even know that song.

Once outside her home, she didn’t have the chance to get her door open, because Will moved like lightening to get it for her and he took her hand to walk her to the front of her house.

“Jo, can I call you in a couple months?” He asked when they got the the covered step at her door.

“Huh?” Jo thought for sure she would be turning down another date or basically shaking hands and parting ways. She was amazed that wasn’t the conclusion after her inattention.

“Cidra told me about your divorce. And, well I’ve been there myself, so I guessed we would see how it went before we tried to do it again. I’d like to take you out again. But only when you are ready.” His eyebrow on the left was raised.

He was lovely, dammit. Jo bit her lip and nodded. “Please call me in a few months, hopefully I’ll be in a place where I can appreciate how wonderful you are.”

Will smiled at that and she felt better about basically ignoring him their whole date. Jo let him assume it was her ex husband and not her babysitter causing the wandering mind.

He leaned in then and kissed her cheek and she returned the gesture and turned to open her door. She watched him get in his car and then closed the door, put on the latch and leaned against it with her eyes closed to gather herself before going to relieve Harry. She wasn’t sure what she would say to him. Or how awkward their exchange would be.

When her eyes opened and he was right in front of her with a hurricane face she clutched her chest. “Jesus, Harry, you scared me!” She whispered, because Zoe had better be asleep.

“Sorry,” he said with the cruelest smile Jo had ever seen on his face. It twisted and turned across his pretty mouth like churning clouds. “Did I interrupt your reverie?”

“My what?” Jo was lost.

“Looked like you were thinking on the kiss your suitable man gave you.” Suitable- that was a spot on word. Harry’s voice was a rumble of thunder when you didn’t see the lightening strike.

Jo pulled a face at him. “Not that it’s your business,” she moved around him to hang her purse and bag on the coat rack. And turned to stare at him with some weather of her own. Hands on hips, “but I didn’t kiss him.”

Harry scoffed then and walked back into the studio, throwing a “whatever Jo, I saw you.”

Jo went after him. No way was he getting away with being a little immature shit about this. “Listen, Harry, I get that this was awkward, I had no intention of you witnessing my date like I had to witness yours—”

“What date? I haven’t been on a date?”

“The one in the coffeehouse with the sweet blonde thing who looked right chuffed to be getting coffee with you.” He was facing her and she realized his shirt was half buttoned and he was holding his coat ready to go, and that he had been painting. His shirt had speckles of gold.

“Liz?” Harry looked puzzled.

“I don’t need to know her name!” Jo stamped her foot.

“Well I know his! And I watched him kiss you, since you lied about it.”

“Were you watching me?” Jo drew her chin back in question.

Harry looked heavenward. “Of fucking course I was watching you. I’m always bloody watching you! For any sign you want me! But I saw how you were with him! Could he have run to your door any faster?”

“Don’t mock him for being a gentleman!” Jo was livid.

“I’ll mock him if I want! And you don’t think I’d be a gentleman to you? I have been a gentlemen to you. Trying to let you call all the shots. I’d be whatever you wanted except what you think you need!” He was almost shouting and Jo shushed him.

“And what do I think I need?” Jo whisper yelled.

“Somebody older! Which I can’t be! But, Jo, you could be out with him still and instead you are hear yelling with m—”

“Well! That’s because I fucking want you instead, isn’t it!”

At that, the lightening struck right between them and the electricity closed the circuit and Harry had her face in his hands and her mouth on his and was picking her up to lay her on the canvas on her studio floor.

[tortricidae]

The Madness Has Been Here for a While

This is the nature of water you see, it is something that is constantly changing and moving and it turns out that breathing within it is something that one can just simply do when they are trying to make their way to the darkest depths of something they cannot understand. Pepper is holding onto her treasure because it is likely the only thing that is even real in this horrible horrible horrible situation she has found herself in what with falling into the open sea after walking for half a century as she was following a pincer beasts to find a sandcastle she had made a few days ago though it might have been weeks or months or even years at this point and it hardly mattered anyway because her treasure was glowing and leading her to the bottom of the ocean, her pincer beast crabbot friend showing her the way. It was funny when she thought about how wild the world had gotten in the time she had been here and she reflected on all the absurdities as she sank, no longer fearing to drown because a creature that did not need to breathe did not need to worry about drowning as it had simply become an issue that no longer needed her immediate attention and she had not even been sure how she had managed to even do that in the first place, as it was something that had killed her before and many foxes still thought of it as a killer in the sense that it would rob one of life and maybe resolve but those results were inconclusive at this moment in time which was probably for the best if Pepper was being honest with herself and her crabbot and her reality and god and such.

As she falls down and down and even more down and even more further down in the darkness that is deep and dark and mainly black with a little bit of blue and also some bioluminecsence though Pepper can’t see that sort of thing as a regular land dwelling mortal fox living a regular land dwelling mortal fox life, she starts to see that everything is within her grasp in a way that would make sense if one could visualize a teeny tiny fox in a big ocean and imagine that that teeny tiny fox was reaching up (or maybe down if you were so inclined or even to the left or the right or some kind of cardinal direction) and visualize that maybe she was doing what the kids in the industry call a pro gamer move. It wasn’t really a pro gamer move though she was just falling into the ocean until she reached the bottom of the floor and found all sorts of creatures of all size down there. The sea bunny beasts were white with blue fronds as ears and they peeped softly even though Pepper could not hear it because she could not hear such soft sounds in such deep and oppressive water. One of the sea bunny beasts crawled on her and made chuffing motions and Pepper decided to keep her, adding another fine treasured pet to her collection even if that arc of her life has not happened yet and would not happen for a long time at the rate this was going. It was always good to have goals as it turned out even in such trying times as this. When things just were not the same as they used to be.

Suddenly she was in the palace and there were fin beasts of all sizes there as well and oddly enough it felt as though she were walking on air and clouds and other sky things as opposed to swimming in the sea and she enjoyed this for the novelty of it all and in the center of the big room with all the fancy sea glass windows was Poseidon himself and he looked a little bit cross but not by much and instead he was wearing a ridiculous outfit that was made of crabbots just like what Pepper had picked up in her travels.

“Fine morrow to you land dwelling mortal fox who has dared to come into my domain without permission.” Poseidon balked and posed, still feeling himself after his reawakening in the crabbot emporium.

“I am Pepper,” Pepper said, peppering little chuffs between her words because she was like a rabbit in that way but not a real rabbit, just a rabbit beast. “And I am here to return this treasure to you that I found a while back. I though I had lost it but it was actually a lot more complicated than that as it turns out. Also this crabbot is mine now and so is whatever this thing is.”

She held up her new pets and Poseidon shrugged because he did not really care about that sort of thing, not really especially not after the several several things that thinged his things, you know?

“What is you have brought to me then?” He holds out his hand likie a child who is expecting something and Pepper goes up to him even though she does not like him to give him the thing he wants and is requesting which is the shell she found and Poseidon looks at it very very very closely like extremely closely because of an issue with forgeries and all that and if he did not feel the power then he would simply cast her away but he could feel a little bit of his power return to him as he took the shell so it was a real one. As real as it can get in this hell world.

“Finally, it is done.” Poseidon says.

“Okay cool,” Pepper says and she does not really mean it in that way it is just that she wants to go home and this is as close as she has ever been before.

“Thanks for the treasures.”

“You are welcome for the treasures.”

[bangtangurlarmy]

BOO! || Hoseok

Request - Anonymous said: Hi love! Could you write a scenerio, Hoseok dating reader, when they go to the Halloween costume party with the rest of BTS? I can imagine Suga screaming stuff like "OMG THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS" XD      

Pairing - Jung Hoseok x Reader

Genre - Fluff, Halloween! AU

Summary - When you complained about not wanting to wear that cute but annoying bunny outfit you’d gotten years ago, Hoseok gave you another idea which sounded appealing. Why, Yoongi couldn’t stop screaming.

Gonna put a Keep Reading link because I got too into it LOL.

You were absolutely not going to wear that grey bunny suit. No way. Uh uh. Jungkook wore that last year, and now you were absolutely regretting lending it to him because you did not know what that boy did to your costume. Besides, your cheeks got too squishy every time you wore the head gear, so you hoped it was for the best...?

You groaned loudly as you eyed the dreadful costume on your bed with a scornful look. How could you have not thought about buying a new costume? Shops were lined with absolutely cool looking ones and you totally must have missed all the good ones by now. You stomped your feet like a whiny kid and groaned again.

“Hey, babe, you good? You’ve been groaning like that for the past hour.” A chirpy voice cooed from behind you. Turning around, you saw a bright orange hooded head pop from behind the door, a fully covered bright orange clothed arm hanging loosely over the knob. You hunched instantly, and your lips curved into the biggest pout you could muster.

“Hobiiiiiiii, I don’t have a costume to wear to the party!” You whined, your feet dragging as you walked sulkily towards your dressed up boyfriend. You still couldn’t even get a glimpse of his costume.

His eyes darted to the bulky, bunny costume on the bed and his brows rose in contemplation, “Well then tell me that’s not a dead rabbit lying on the bed.”

Your feet halted and you snorted loudly. “Ha ha, funny, Hope. I really don’t have a costume! Help me!”

Hoseok scowled playfully. “Baby, what is that on the bed?”

Your shoulders drooped lower and you glanced at the bed before you replied, “A bunny costume.”

“A what - I didn’t hear you.”

“A bunny costume.”

“What?”

“COSTUME! A BUNNY COSTUME, HOBI!” You yelled exasperatedly, aware of him teasing you. But he simply shrugged. “So, you do know it’s a costume right?”

“Oh my god- Hobi, Jungkook wore that last year and I have no idea what the kid did with my costume, I think he rolled in mud or something and it stinks- please help me.” You said everything so quickly, you had to take a deep breath before you groaned again, your mouth hanging slack. You didn’t even care if this was being childish on an extreme level. You just wanted to have a good costume for the party you had to attend. Was that too much to ask for?!

“Oh, hush, Y/N. Come with me and stop being such a baby.” He grumbled, his covered hand beckoning you over before he left the door and waited for you to follow.

You followed him eagerly and because you couldn’t resist, you whispered, “I’m your baby, though.”

Hoseok snorted, indicating he’d heard you loud and clear.

You were about to open your mouth to speak again when you stopped dead in your tracks the moment you noticed the orange tail swinging as he walked to another room, the onesie so big on him it made him look like a huge, cuddly bear.

“Hoseok.” You said, stopping him. He turned around, and when he noticed you scanning his costume, his face flushed bright. “OH MY GOD HOBI YOU LOOK SO CUTE CAN I-” You didn’t even finish your sentence and you were already running towards him with outstretched hands, ready to get a steel grip on his cheeks. But he darted away like an arrow into the room he was leading you into and before you even noticed, a heavy cloth hit you in the face causing you to cry out in surprise, your butt hitting the floor with a thud.

“Oh gosh, baby, I’m sorry, are you okay?” You heard Hoseok’s voice from a corner, small yet audible. Moving the heavy costume from your head, you looked for him. You found him peeping from the back of a sofa, the two small ears on the hood of the costume perked. You giggled at the sight. “You have bad aim.”

You got up on your feet and held the costume in front of you.

“Well, I’m sorry you were running behind me like a lunatic- baby, you’re holding it the other way around.” He sighed, and you giggled, embarrassed.

“Is this...” You looked at the division of the costume and how the red stopped halfway through the cloth and yellow covered the rest of the costume. When you noticed the clothed paunch at the belly of the costume, you recognized instantly who it was. “WINNIE THE POOH! OH MY GOD, HOBI, AND YOU’RE TIGGER!”

Apparently the size was too big, which caused the paunch to obstruct your walking. So when you tried to walk, all you could was waddle.

You rolled your eyes when you noticed Hoseok taking out his phone for a video, his cheeks red with the smile that never got off his lips.

“You know,’ You sighed as you tried to run in your costume so you wouldn’t have to be blackmailed with an embarrassing video of you wobbling through the streets in the future - but that mistake caused you to trip over your feet, almost falling flat on your face. “You should’ve gotten me a penguin costume instead.” And from the loud snicker that escaped Hoseok’s mouth, you were damn sure he had your little accident on tape.

“Aw, Y/N, then we wouldn’t look that cute like we do now. Pooh and Tigger are a cute pair, don’t you think?”

“Well, a penguin is an animal too, if you’re searching for a common ground.” You grunted as you reached your arms below the clothed paunch to pull it up. You didn’t care how ridiculous you looked as you carried the paunch in your hands. But as long as it could help you walk faster, you were going to let it strip off every ounce of your pride to get you to that party.

“YOU GUYS! LOOK AT Y/N, SHE HAS THE MOST ADORKABLE COSTUME EVER!” Taehyung literally shouted over the music that blared loudly through the house, his smile so wide it made his Joker make up look creepier. You sighed loudly as you walked in, and you regretted it as soon as you heard Yoongi cry out, “CUTE CUTE CUTE CUUUUUUTE!”

It wasn’t a surprise because he’d managed to show you every side of himself the first year you’d met him. This was old news. You bared your teeth in what you wouldn’t have definitely called a smile as you walked over to the empty hall, the decorations on the wall the only things having your attention. You didn’t know if you were more pissed at the paunch that kept hitting your thighs or Taehyung’s occasional shriek when you looked at him. He kept accusing you of looking too adorable.

“Y/N, cheer up, the guys love you both in these costumes!” Namjoon, who’d worn a Gryffindor uniform as his costume, shouted over the music, his eyes twinkling from behind his round-rimmed glasses as he smiled at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you noticed Taehyung had managed to cover his nose with a red ball. “He got you didn’t he?”

“He’s just living up to his title of a Joker, Y/N, don’t mind it.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he turned back to look at the rest of the gang. That’s when your eyes caught Jimin’s costume. You were glad to see Hoseok having fun with the youngest whose costume was not even to be reckoned with.

“Hey, I thought we were supposed to dress cute or scary?” You asked Namjoon, as your hips began swaying automatically to the music blaring through the speakers.

“Yeah, why?”

“How does Jimin get to dress sexy, then? Or at least, part sexy.” You asked, genuinely puzzled and quite frankly, embarrassed on behalf of him. Namjoon turned to look at Jimin and began laughing so hard, he almost snorted the punch he was drinking through his nose.

“Oh, that. It’s a Halloween dare. We do it every year. Last year it was Jin Hyung, and we made him wear that cowboy with a horse costume.” He bent over in laughter and you could feel it bubbling in your throat. You watched Jimin sulk but at the same time own his costume of a pole dancer, and part...superhero? All you could see was, he was shirtless, with a pair of BT21 stickers boxers and a cape that said ‘DO NOT FEAR, JIMIN HERE.’

You giggled as you made your way past Jungkook, who was dressed in a Sailor Moon costume - you didn’t even want to ask - and when you reached Jimin, you tapped his shoulder. He turned around and you couldn’t help but snort.

“You missed an ‘is’.” You said, eyes staring pointedly at his cape. He leaned closer, “What?”

“You missed an ‘is’! It’s supposed to say ‘JIMIN IS HERE’ not ‘JIMIN HERE’!” You said, laughing in between words. He immediately jumped back, “Oh, go throw yourself off a cliff, Y/N. IT’S A DARE!”

“SO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE ONE, YOU IDIOT!” You shouted back, and you both stared at each other before breaking out into a fit of laughter. Jimin had to inhale deeply at least thrice before he could speak.

“What is that?” He asked, pointing to the cloth bunched at your abdomen and upper thighs. You looked down at the paunch. You smiled fondly. “That’s my baby.” You said, and you looked up at a Jimin who looked so shook you broke out into laughter again. You slapped his arm playfully, your hand trying to clutch onto your real stomach. “JIMIN YOU ASS- I’m just kidding!”

“Oh. OH. Never mind.” He shook his head in disbelief. Just then, something bright shone into your eyes. Before you were blinded by it, you noticed Jin had walked up to you.

“Oh my god, Jin, what are you, knight in shining armor?” You meant it as a joke, but when the metal clips weren’t shining threateningly in your eyes anymore, you noticed you were somewhat close.

“Hmm, something like that.” He smirked as he took notice of your astounded look. He was literally dressed as a prince.

“HEY I THOUGHT YOU SAID CUTE OR SCARY MAN!” You yelled, infuriated because now that paunch and the wobbling was of no use if he was allowed to bend the rules.

“Hey, calm down-” He laughed, before he turned serious again, “Who said I can’t be cute?” And then he proceeded to make the most obnoxious yet cute face ever.

You cursed under your breath for almost agreeing that he did look cute if he wanted to and spun around to hide your blush when you bumped into someone.

“Woah. Hey there, Pooh.” You looked up to see a pale looking guy staring down at you. It took you three seconds to realize what Yoongi had dressed up as.

You chuckled in amusement. “Boy, you didn’t even try, did you?” You eyed his all white costume. The only extra efforts he’d bothered to put into it were the white contacts and the kohl lining his eyes. He smiled, proud of his costume. “Nope.”

“Well, I could say the same.”

“Hobi bought your costume, didn’t he?” He asked, his lip lifting into a knowing smirk. You nodded absently before it clicked you what he’d asked. You eyed him suspiciously. “How did you know?”

“I wonder who gave him the idea?”

“YOONGI YOU TRAITOR-”

oH MY GOSH THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!!!!!!!

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Arplis - News: My 22 Goals for 2019

Goal #1 — Spend More Time Doing What I Love Just look at that forecast! Fall has finally arrived and before you know it I’ll be wearing my beloved puffy coat and snow will be on the way! I couldn’t be more excited. And those nighttime temps! I’ll need to bring Miss Lemon in. Goal #2 — Garden, Garden, Garden The HH broke out Manny yesterday after he dug up a beautiful 18″ planting space for my baby gem boxwoods and muscari border. We added a few bags of compost to the spot to help the plants get established. We will probably need to expand the planting space in a few years once the boxwoods get a little bigger, for now, scale wise, everything looks as it should. I’ll do a proper post later in the week and show you the new boxwood border. If you haven’t ordered your spring bulbs yet, I ordered 400 tulip bulbs and 500 muscari bulbs from Van Engelen Wholesale Bulb Company and the bulbs were fantastic. The bulbs arrived in about a week and were packaged very well. I highly recommend them. Goal #3 — Plant an Orchard {Calling it Quits on this one.} Lemon is about ready to have babies!!! Two of the Meyer lemons have gone from a dark green to a pale lime green color over the past few weeks and I don’t know for sure, but I think we have another week or two to go until it’s time to harvest our first two Meyer lemons of the year. HOW EXCITING! It will have to be a home birth though {as opposed to an outdoor one} because temps are dropping below 50 tonight {and for 6 of the 7 days in the upcoming forecast} and the lady at the nursery told me when outdoor overnight temps are consistently below 50 degrees at night, that’s when you know it’s time to bring your citrus trees in for the winter. Luckily we have the perfect sunny indoor spot plants, so all is well. Goal #4 — Gussy Up the Potting Shed Done! Goal #5 — Grow Enough Extra Vegetables, Eggs and Flowers to Earn $1500 at my little roadside vegetable stand. It was totally my intention to grow a ton of fruits and vegetables to sell at the farm-stand when I made my list of goals for 2019 last winter, but then we moved. So, that whole goal was sort of a bust. The new peeps wanted the vegetable stand, and we were happy to leave it for them since it was made specifically to match the front of the house, so hopefully the tradition will continue. Goal #6 — Finish Every Single Unfinished Rug Hooking Project in My Pattern Bin + 10 Things from back Issues of Magazines/Books I’ve Been Meaning to Make.  I was able to hook 3 small pieces last week {2 from my pattern stash} and once I get the backing on the make dos and finish the back of the rug I’ll add them to my Etsy shop {hopefully in the next two days}. 73 rugs in my pattern bin {now down to 32} 183 hooked flowers {finished 133, now down to 51} 10 “things” from back issues of magazines {finished 0} Goal #7 — Create 12 New Rug Hooking Patterns {with at least half of them being large ones} DONE! So far this year I’ve added 12 new rug hooking patterns and 13 beginner rug hooking kits to my Etsy shop. New rug hooking patterns I’ve created and added to My Etsy Shop this year: Tullia and Thomas Turkey Double Nantucket Whale Runner Miss Henny and Penny Miss Penny Simple Kitty Primitive Flowers 2 Fat Cats Annabell’s Big Day Old Fashioned Double Tulip Fat Brown Hen Busy Little Bee Queen Bee Rug Hooking Kits Busy Little Bee {in 2 different colors} Folk Art Heart Small Nantucket Whale Primitive Crow Miss Robin {in 2 different colors} Simple Kitty Primitive Flowers Sunflowers A Basket of Spring Posies Fat Brown Hen Chicky’s Garden Goal #8 — Split and Stack 2 Cords of Wood for Next Winter  All that firewood! We sold it. 😉 Goal #9 — Do Something with the 5,002 Photos on My Phone Current number of photos on phone is 11 million. Goal #10 –Lose the Muffin Top Actually doing well on this goal and fully expect to fit into my pants by the end of the year. Apparently living in the city and walking for pastries is an excellent workout regimen. Who knew? Goal #11 — Run, Walk or Crawl a 5k, 10k, Half Marathon and Marathon I have signed up for both a half marathon and a 5k! 🙂 Looks like this baby will be checked off around Thanksgiving. Goal #12 — Read or Listen to 26 New Books {17 down, 8 to go} This past week I listened to I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron. It was okay. The first half was basically a {funny} list of complaints, but the second half was much better in my opinion. The audio version was short {around 3 hours I think} and so it passed the time as I painted a closet. If it was in paper form would I sit down and read it all the way through? Probably not. I did enjoy her book, I Remember Nothing much, much more. Currently on Request: Mr. Churchill’s Secretary by Susan Elia MacNeal The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley Books I’ve Read or Listened to So Far This Year: Marilla of Green Gables #1 Still my favorite The Great Alone #2 The Aviator’s Wife #3 Before We Were Yours #4 Secrets of a Charmed Life #5 Where’d You Go, Bernadette #6 Carnegie’s Maid #7 The Gown #8 Unbroken #9 The Alice Network #10 The Shape of Mercy #11 Will’s Red Coat #12 Big Little Lies #13 I Feel Bad About My Neck Bunny Mellon  {Doesn’t count because it was my second time} On Writing {Doesn’t count because it was my third time} Walden Finder’s Keepers Delicious! Following Atticus Goal #13 — Try 52 New Recipes. 24 down, 30 recipes to go. OCTOBER. October is going to be my month for cooking! Goal #14 — Clean Up 52 Old Recipes on the Blog 9 down, 44 to go. I’ll get crackin’ once fall {and cooler temps} come around. Goal #15 — Fill 100 Canning Jars 48 down, 52 to go. Anyone ever canned quince jam before? Using quince from an ornamental bush rather than a tree? Gaaaa. These suckers are ROCK hard and tiny {1″ – 2″} and I’m not even sure I’d have enough to make the effort worthwhile. {I’d need about 2 pounds of quince for a batch of jam}. I mean I like jam and all, but I’m not sure I want to go through all the trouble. Any advice would be AWESOME. So far this year I’ve I canned: 7 jars Peach Jam 7 jars of Strawberry Jam 15 jars of Carrot Cake Jam 15 jars of Spiced Pear Jam  4 jars of Almond Pears. Goal #16 — Finish Furnishing Our House A couch and two chairs have been ordered! Once we get those in place I’ll order a rug {I’m not 100% sure on the size we need yet} and then I’ll paint the walls and create some artwork to hang up and we’ll be good to go. I am SO looking forward to getting the family room all done up in a beachy, nautical theme. Classic New England, that’s what I’ll be going for. Weeeeee. Goal #17 – 52 Dates with the HH {29 down, 23 to go} Bakery dates are the best! Goal #18 — Take One Adult Education Class Done {I’ve taken 3!} I’m keeping the first class I took with my neighbor top secret for now {Mel know’s what it is though} 😉 Spoon Carving Class with Heather. Mini pottery lesson {I loved it! and now I want to sign up for a full class} Goal #19 — Secret {for now} Holiday Project The big reveal will be on Friday, November 1st. Goal #20 — Create 12 Wowie Zowie Party Platters 5 down, 7 to go. Cooler temps mean CHEESE. Right? 😉 I’m looking forward to making up another platter this week. Goal #21 — Visit 12 General Stores 8 down 4 to go. So far this year we’ve visited: Chase’s Daily {I think it should count} Squam Lake Marketplace Harrisville General Store Dodge’s Store in New Boston, New Hampshire Zeb’s General Store in North Conway, New Hampshire Dan and Whit’s in Norwich, Vermont Hussey’s General Store in Windsor, Maine Goal #22 — Compete with Carole….. Get on My Front Door Game On While I currently have a bundle of Indian corn hanging on the front door, once we get closer to Halloween I’ll hang Mrs. HB’s beautiful wreath she made me up on the door. Have you ever seen the movie You’ve Got Mail? You know the part where Meg Ryan is walking through the downtown area in the fall with her pumpkin and just soaking up the city? Well that’s how I feel right now. I still cannot believe we bought a home in a walking downtown area. I’ve think we’ve met at lest 75% of our immediate neighbors already. The house is much smaller than we’re used to, the lot is small too, but I can walk to the bakery, to the farmer’s market to buy a pumpkin and get an entire garden section planted in a day. And you know what… I kind of like it. I don’t even mind all the people walking their dogs past my door {probably because there is no HOA}. Man oh man, what a difference that makes. Change is good. Front Door Bling I’ve Made So Far This Year to Compete with Carole: Late January : Valentine Heart Late February : Shamrock Late March : Giant Carrot May: White wave petunia hanging basket June/July: Tin Star and Flag Bunting August : Sunflower September: Indian corn and pumpkins ************** How about YOU? What are your goals for 2019? If you told us about them HERE, check in! We want to know how you are doing. Because seriously, it’s so much easier to get those goals checked off your list when you have people rooting for you! 🙂 Have a great day everyone, Mavis You can read more about my 22 goals for 2019 HERE. Have a Great Day! The post – Week 39 of 52 appeared first on One Hundred Dollars a Month. This content was original published at One Hundred Dollars a Month and is copyrighted material. If you are reading this on another website it is being published without consent.          Comments Mavis Congrats on the move! I've always thought that your's and ... by Judy You can get a pair of over-the-ear style wireless headphone, so ... by Crystal We had a beautiful quince bush in the front of a previous ... by E in Upstate NY I listen to audio books and podcasts while washing dishes. I ... by Mrs. M Thanks! That answers that…I may need to wait until some ... by Mama Cook Plus 5 more... Related Stories – Week 40 of 52 – Week 38 of 52 – Week 37 of 52 #12GoalsForTheNewYear

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easter 2020: Tell us that What are your favorite Easter ever memories from your childhood? Hunting for Easter eggs? Crumbling squeaky noises on marshmallow? Bite the ears of your Easter bunnies?

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Or perhaps the most magical part was the preparation: painting those eggs and anticipating the sweets you would get. The Easter basket, with green grass and chocolate bunnies ... maybe a stuffed chick or even a real duckling!

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For many families, Easter is all about their faith, but that doesn't stop anyone from enjoying Easter egg hunt and Easter candy as a secular celebration. Easter is a day of joy, and the colorful eggs and accessories of traditional Easter serve to enhance that sense of joy in the essence of spring and rebirth.

For children, or of course, part of Easter's appeal lies in the fact that the weather is a holiday where they expect to get lots of chocolates, candies and other treats. And for the purposes of this report, we will focus on the fun aspects of Easter, along with the joy of it. You can have a happy Easter, celebrate spring and its beauty and freedom without fully focusing on sugary things.

Easter 2020 is a family Celebration

Families vary in how they want to celebrate Easter. So you can choose how you want to celebrate. But despite the individual differences, there are also many themes in common. Here are some of the standard ingredients:

a) Treats

Easter is (for many people) about treats ... and the most important among the treats are Easter eggs. It is not Easter unless many eggs have been put in the basket, along with a variety of other sweets. And about those eggs ... there are so many different kinds, from chocolate eggs with and without stuffing, candy eggs, marshmallow eggs and yes, even hard-boiled eggs that are brightly decorated to add to the cheers.

Peeps, preferably in various shapes and colors, are also a must, as are jelly beans, which really look like miniature eggs.

easter 2020: Some families even have their own special baking products for Easter, which can range from specialty bread to cookies to luxury cakes with colorful Easter decorations. My mother baked each of us a cake in the shape of Easter bunnies and Easter eggs! A few years later she let us choose which we wanted.

b) Parades

If there is an Easter parade in the city or even in the neighborhood, take the children with you and take enough pictures. If you go, you should definitely get (or make) a number of special Easter hats for everyone, as there are often competitions for the best Easter hats at these events.

Richmond, Virginia, for example, has a special Easter parade, appropriately named "Easter on Parade," which turns Monument Avenue, a beautiful tree-lined avenue with beautiful old houses and monuments, into a temporary playground for the citizens of Richmond, who rise up walk and down, show off their beanie - and their decorated dogs. There are competitions for the best bonnets, both for people and for their dog friends.

In the meantime, music is playing everywhere on the Avenue and there are many beautiful crafts and goodies for sale. There are also games for children. Parades such as these can provide very special memories.

easter 2020: Kids always love Egg Hunts, which many towns, villages or institutions organize during the Easter weekend, so if you have the chance to take the kids to an Egg Hunt near where you live, they will love it. If this is not the case, you can always hide eggs and candies in colorful plastic eggs around the house or outside in the garden, weather permitting.

Preparation for Easter: Painting Easter eggs

One of the most cherished Easter traditions, apart from actually getting and eating sweets, is painting Easter eggs.

You have two options: you can paint hard-boiled eggs and eat them later, or you can remove the contents of the eggs and paint the shells for decoration.

You may want to do both. You can always make a brunch frittata from the contents of the hollowed-out eggs and then use them to make beautiful center pieces after you have painted them.

To make those centerpieces, you can just get Easter baskets and arrange the eggs nicely in the "grass". Or you can get a few branches, with or without leaves, and decorate them with your colorfully painted eggshells. Of course there are many extra possibilities, from making a mobile and hanging it on the ceiling, to decorating a wreath with eggs and displaying it on the front door or in the corridor.

easter 2020: The painted hard-boiled eggs, on the other hand, will be part of the Easter baskets intended for consumption, and they can also be hidden for hunting Easter eggs. Make sure that the children find them all, otherwise you will get a strong foul odor from their hiding places for a few weeks.

So how can you color your eggs? After you have awesomely prepared your "canvas", the process is simple and easy.

First you have to decide whether you want to give your eggs a solid color base. If so, you can color them in a dye bath.

You will then receive a number of special Easter egg decoration tools and paint your way. It is entirely up to you whether you want to make a work of art, geometric shapes or small bunny images. You can also include stickers and special tattoos with Easter eggs. If you color eggs with your children, encourage their creativity and, above all, have fun!

Preparation for Easter: shopping for sweets

It seems that there are more options every year. It's hard to decide what else you want.

A few decades ago the choices were fairly clear. There were chocolate Easter bunnies, chocolate eggs, candy eggs, simple yellow marshmallow squeaks, jelly beans and those Cadbury cream eggs.

Now the selection has grown in all directions.

Where there were only yellow chicken skewers, now there are squeaky colors in different colors, including pink, blue and purple. There are also bunnies in different electrical colors. And yes, you can even buy sugar-free peeps for those of us who need to avoid sugar.

You can then choose from a huge range of other sweets in all shapes and sizes, from egg-shaped sweets with creamy fillings in strawberry, raspberry and coconut flavors, only for starters.

And then you can get Easter bunnies and related critters in all sizes, from pocket-sized to bunnies large enough to shrink your toddler.

Some of the smaller chocolate bunnies also come with fillings, from marshmallow to peanut butter and more.

easter 2020: How do you choose the one that your children will enjoy the most? You can ask them, take them with you, buy one of each and take notes for the coming year, or buy a really large Easter basket so that you can fit into a huge range of options.

Talking about baskets - the choice will also depend on whether you are going to assemble the baskets yourself, or whether you are going to give the baskets filled with fake grass to fill them while they hunt for their goodies at home - or garden.

Be sure to keep a few items behind in case the result of the hunt is too uneven so that you can sneak a few extra eggs into the "losers" basket to prevent tears.

It's not just about food! What else can you do in an Easter basket?

Some parents shudder at the thought of the Halloween-like candy overload that could result from Easter baskets that are limited to edible treats. So what else can you record?

Just about everything you like, really, as long as the kids enjoy it.

From CDs to games to books, to cute little notebooks, pens and erasers, you could really add anything that would be a good stocking stuffer. It is only that it goes into a basket before Easter.

You can even include small clothing items or accessories, from socks to hair decorations, jewelry and more.

And don't forget gifts for parents and friends. Here you don't have to limit yourself to rabbits and sweets, but feel free to include them, along with a choice of jewelry, a new watch or a neat new electronic gadget and even new earphones in Easter egg colors.

easter 2020: And of course no one has determined that all rabbits should be edible. Some children will enjoy bunnies that will be their friends for months and even years. In fact, a few people take the "friends" literally and give live bunnies and even chicks. That is not always a good idea, especially for the children of other people. Contact the parents - they may not appreciate the extra work. If you like baby rabbits, remember that they grow up and become big rabbits, and even more rabbits, if you don't pay attention!

Prepare an Easter party

There are no real rules for what to serve for an Easter party. Unlike Thanksgiving, Easter usually does not ask for Turkey. Instead, many families prepare a large ham or rack of lamb, or perhaps a roasted rib. But it is really up to you what you and your family like - a vegetarian brunch might suit you better.

Instead of including a recipe here, I would encourage you to prepare your family favorites. There is something very reassuring to gather around the traditional celebration every year.

When it comes to desserts, feel free to get creative and include some new elements or decorations. Unless you have a favorite dessert, that's an absolute must-have.

What to do with all those with hard-boiled eggs after Easter Celebration?

It is actually quite funny that there are basically three types of eggs that form the Easter repertoire: chocolate eggs, candy eggs and hard-boiled eggs.

And of course we don't have to worry about what to do with the first two categories - they would be saved for weeks if needed. But they are not likely to survive that long.

Instead, it's the hard-boiled eggs. Once the novelty of the decorations is worn out, there are probably leftovers in baskets around the house.

So collect them and include them in your meals.

easter 2020: Here are a few ideas for what to do with all those eggs:

a) Deviled eggs

Cut them in half, mix the yolks with your favorite combination of mustard, mayo, sauce and your favorite herbs, and fill them back in the protein halves. Serve cool.

b) Sliced   eggs as a sandwich spread

Simply cut your eggs and use them to cover sandwiches.

c) Egg salad

Finely chop the eggs, mix with mayo, mustard and onions, or anything else you want to add, and serve as a dip or on sandwiches.

d) Other salads

You can also serve them finely chopped on chef salads and potato salads. You can combine egg slices with spinach and make a warm dressing. Just get creative!

There is no wishes limit to what you can do. Take the ideas I have proposed and build on them. Consider your family's preferences and make sure you get everyone's favorites, but also add a few potential new favorites to the mix.

Above all, have fun and have a great Easter! Thanks for reading about easter 2020. Please share it to others for spreading information and knowledge about that.

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Chillin' with My Peeps Easter Day Bunny funny shirt

Chillin’ with My Peeps Easter Day Bunny funny shirt

Easter is right around the corner! I’m making sippy cups for Chillin’ with My Peeps Easter Day Bunny funny shirt! I have purple, blue, gray, dark purple. Let me know if u want one. Saying is “chillin with my peeps”. Message me and let me know when u want it! You have one of the machines? Oh yeah have you had time to make me one of the bags from grandmas fabric. Yes I got it last week on sale and…

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The broom whisked down the corridor raising a great cloud of dust which, if you looked hard at it, seemed somehow to be sucked back into the broomstick. If you looked even harder you'd see that the broom handle had strange markings on it, which were not so much carved as clinging and somehow changed shape as you watched. But no one looked. Esk sat at one of the high deep windows and stared out over the city. She was feeling angrier than usual, so the broom attacked the dust with unusual vigour. Spiders ran desperate eight-legged dashes for safety as ancestral cobwebs disappeared into the void. In the walls mice clung to each other, legs braced against the inside of their holes. Woodworm scrabbled in the ceiling beams as they were drawn, inexorably, backwards down their tunnels. “'You can really clean up',” said Esk. “Huh!” There were some good points, she had to admit. The food was simple but there was plenty of it, and she had a room to herself somewhere in the roof and it was quite luxurious because here she could lie in until five a. m., which to Granny's way of thinking was practically noon. The work certainly wasn't hard. She just started sweeping until the staff realised what was expected of it, and then she could amuse herself until it was finished. If anyone came the staff would immediately lean itself nonchalantly against a wall. But she wasn't learning any wizardry. She could wander into empty classrooms and look at the diagrams chalked on the board, and on the floor too in the more advanced classes, but the shapes were meaningless. And unpleasant. They reminded Esk of the pictures in Simon's book. They looked alive. She gazed out across the rooftops of Ankh-Morpork and reasoned like this: writing was only the words that people said, squeezed between layers of paper until they were fossilized. Fossils were well-known on the Discworld, great spiralled shells and badly-constructed creatures that were left over from the time when the Creator hadn't really decided what He wanted to make and was, as it were, just idly messing around with the Pleistocene). And the words people said were just shadows of real things. But some things were too big to be really trapped in words, and even the words were too powerful to be completely tamed by writing. So it followed that some writing was actually trying to become things. Esk's thoughts became confused things at this point, but she was certain that the really magic words were the ones that pulsed angrily, trying to escape and become real. They didn't look very nice. But then she remembered the previous day. It had been rather odd. The University classrooms were designed on the funnel principle, with tiers of seats - polished by the bottoms of the Disc's greatest mages - looking precipitously down into a central area where there was a workbench, a couple of blackboards and enough floor space for a decent-sized instructional octogram. There was a lot of dead space under the tiers and Esk had found it a quite useful observation post, peering around between the apprentice wizards' pointy boots at the instructor. It was very restful, with the droning of the lecturers drifting over her as gently as the buzzing of the slightly zonked bees in Granny's special herb garden. There never seemed to be any practical magic, it always seemed to be just words. Wizards seemed to like words. But yesterday had been different. Esk had been sitting in the dusty gloom, trying to do even some very simple magic, when she heard the door open and boots clump across the floor. That was surprising in itself. Esk knew the timetable, and the Second Year students who normally occupied this room were down for Beginners' Dematerialisation with Jeophal the Spry in the gym. (Students of magic had little use for physical exercise; the gym was a large room lined with lead and rowan wood, where neophytes could work out at High magic without seriously unbalancing the universe, although not always without seriously unbalancing themselves. Magic had no mercy on the ham-fisted. Some clumsy students were lucky enough to walk out, others were removed in bottles.) Esk peeped between the slats. These weren't students, they were wizards. Quite high ones, to judge by their robes. And there was no mistaking the figure that climbed on to the lecturer's dais like a badlystrung puppet, bumping heavily into the lectern and absent-mindedly apologising to it. It was Simon. No one else had eyes like two raw eggs in warm water and a dose bright red from blowing. For Simon, the pollen count always went to infinity. It occurred to Esk that, minus his general allergy to the whole of Creation and with a decent haircut and a few lessons in deportment, the boy could look quite handsome. It was an unusual thought, and she squirrelled it away for future consideration. When the wizards had settled down, Simon began to talk. He read from notes, and every time he stuttered over a word the wizards, as one man, without being able to stop themselves, chorused it for him. After a while a stick of chalk rose from the lectern and started to write on the blackboard behind him. Esk had picked up enough about wizard magic to know that this was an astounding achievement- Simon had been at the University for a couple of weeks, and most students hadn't mastered Light Levitation by the end of their second year. The little white stub skittered and squeaked across the blackness to the accompaniment of Simon's voice. Even allowing for the stutter, he was not a very good speaker. He dropped notes. He corrected himself. He ummed and ahhed. And as far as Esk was concerned he wasn't saying anything very much. Phrases filtered down to her hiding place. “Basic fabric of the universe” was one, and she didn't understand what that was, unless he meant denim, or maybe flannelette. “Mutability of the possibility matrix” she couldn't guess at all. Sometimes he seemed to be saying that nothing existed unless people thought it did, and the world was really only there at all because people kept on imagining it. But then he seemed to be saying that there was lots of worlds, all nearly the same and all sort of occupying the same place but all separated by the thickness of a shadow, so that everything that ever could happen would have somewhere to happen in. (Esk could get to grips with this. She had half-suspected it ever since she cleaned out the senior wizards' lavatory, or ratherwhile the staff got on with the job while Esk examined the urinals and, with the assistance of some half-remembered details of her brothers in the tin bath in front of the fire at home, formulated her unofficial General Theory of comparative anatomy. The senior wizards' lavatory was a magical place, with real running water and interesting tiles and, most importantly, two big silver mirrors fixed to opposite walls so that someone looking into one could see themselves repeated again and again until the image was too small to see. It was Esk's first introduction to the idea of infinity. More to the point, she had a suspicion that one of the mirror Esks, right on the edge of sight, was waving at her.) There was something disturbing about the phrases Simon used. Half the time he seemed to be saying that the world was about as real as a soap bubble, or a dream. The chalk shrieked its way across the board behind him. Sometimes Simon had to stop and explain symbols to the wizards, who seemed to Esk to be getting excited at some very silly sentences. Then the chalk would start again, curving across the darkness like a comet, trailing its dust behind it. The light was fading out of the sky outside. As the room grew more gloomy the chalked words glowed and the blackboard appeared to Esk to be not so much dark as simply not there at all, but just a square hole cut out of the world. Simon talked on, about the world being made up of tiny things whose presence could only be determined by the fact that they were not there, little spinning balls of nothingness that magic could shunt together to make stars and butterflies and diamonds. Everything was made up of emptiness. The funny thing was, he seemed to find this fascinating. Esk was only aware that the walls of the room grew as thin and insubstantial as smoke, as if the emptiness in them was expanding to swallow whatever it was that defined them as walls, and instead there was nothing but the familiar cold, empty, glittering plain with its distant worn hills, and the creatures that stood as still as statues, looking down. There were a lot more of them now. They seemed for all the world to be clustering like moths around a light. One important difference was that a moth's face, even close up, was as friendly as a bunny rabbit's compared to the things watching Simon. Then a servant came in to light the lamps and the creatures vanished, turning into perfectly harmless shadows that lurked in the corners of the room. At some time in the recent past someone had decided to brighten the ancient corridors of the University by painting them, having some vague notion that Learning Should Be Fun. It hadn't worked. It's a fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colours are chosen, institutional decor ends up as either vomit green, unmentionable brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little understood process of sympathetic resonance, corridors painted in those colours always smell slightly of boiled cabbage-even if no cabbage is ever cooked in the vicinity. Somewhere in the corridors a bell rang. Esk dropped lightly from her windowsill, grabbed the staff and started to sweep industriously as doors were flung open and the corridors filled with students. They streamed past her on two sides, like water around a rock. For a few minutes there was utter confusion. Then doors slammed, a few laggard feet pattered away in the distance, and Esk was by herself again. Not for the first time, Esk wished that the staff could talk. The other servants were friendly enough, but you couldn't talk to them. Not about magic, anyway. She was also coming to the conclusion that she ought to learn to read. This reading business seemed to be the key to wizard magic, which was all about words. Wizards seemed to think that names were the same as things, and that if you changed the name, you changed the thing. At least, it seemed to be something like that .... Reading. That meant the library. Simon had said there were thousands of books in it, and amongst all those words there were bound to be one or two she could read. Esk put the staff over her shoulder and set off resolutely for Mrs Whitlow's office. She was nearly there when a wall said “Psst!” When Esk stared at it it turned out to be Granny. It wasn't that Granny could make herself invisible, it was just that she had this talent for being able to fade into the foreground so that she wasn't noticed. “How are you getting on, then?” asked Granny. “How's the magic coming along?” “What are you doing here, Granny?” said Esk. “Been to tell Mrs Whitlow her fortune,” said Granny, holding up a large bundle of old clothes with some satisfaction. Her smile faded under Esk's stern gaze. “Well, things are different in the city,” she said. “City people are always worried about the future, it comes from eating unnatural food. Anyway,” she added, suddenly realising that she was whining, “Why shouldn't I tell fortunes?” “You always said Hilta was playing on the foolishness of her sex,” said Esk. “You said that them as tell fortunes should be ashamed of themselves, and anyway, you don't need old clothes.” “Waste not, want not,” said Granny primly. She had spent her entire life on the old-clothes standard and wasn't about to let temporary prosperity dislodge her: “Are you getting enough to eat?”