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A Kid will eat ivy too... by Skye McLeod Fairywren, Blogger Via Flickr: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My Primfeed: www.primfeed.com/skye.fairywren Ohhhhh... Mares eat oats; and Does eat oats; and Little Lambs eat ivy; A Kid will eat ivy too. Wouldn't you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ OR ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ohhhh... Marezedotes, and doezedotes and littlelambszedyvy a kidzedyvy doo. Wouldn't you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YouTube: youtu.be/Gjlh9HWBOik?si=P86I2hhSnI7AA4Cl ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Inspired by an old traditional English rhyme for children, “Mairzy Doats” is a 1943 composition by Milton Drake, Al Hoffman, and Jerry Livingston. The unintelligible lyrics of “Mairzy Doats” have a very pleasant melodic line and can be decrypted as “Mares Eat Oats”. The song was first heard on the radio in New York at WOR station, sung by Al Trace and was then taken over in popular culture by various artists. Along with the notable Merry Macs band, The Pied Pipers where the ones that made the song popular (1944). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bento Mesh Head: LeLutka Gaia EVO-X Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya LaraX Face/Body: Clara by [Glam Affair] Hair: Pixie by DOUX Eyes: Enigman Amazon by .euphoric #3 Eyebrows: {CHSkins] Eye Blush: Just Magnetized Blooming Blush: Cazimi Dimples: Nuve. Ensemble: Little Princess (incl. top, skirt, & belt w/ 6 PBR combination colors + Fatpack for LaraX, Petite, Legacy, Perky, Reborn, & Waifu) by Web Dew now @ The Enchantment ~ TaLeZ @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nymphai/90/115/3123 Bella Jane Heels: Pacagaia Straw Farmer Hat: Myrtils Mess Queen of Hearts Rings: RealEvil H02 Earrings: ^^Swallow^^ Spirit Heart Necklace: RealEvil Barn Fun Backdrop: illuZion MM Large Bunch of Hay with Hay Piles: Nature's Call Official Lawn Goat of Caledon dark brown Official Lawn Goat of Caledon white JIAN Playtime Piglets 1. Hay Napper Playtime Piglets Pink: JIAN Pygmy Goat Wanderer - White: *HEXtraordinary* Beige baby goat- 08 -Sorumin- Village memories SET - MM Old Rustic Pitchfork: Nature's Call
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everyone look at my seal rolls
#im so enthralled with them. this is the best moment of my life#seal#bread#how do i tag these. idk#my baking
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Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.
It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms.
Worse?
It was short.
Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans.
The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at.
“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming.
Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme.
“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym.
Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.
‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’
“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel.
They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.
Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give.
Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.
(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.
Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures.
The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.)
Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.
Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.
Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds.
“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious. “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”
He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.”
To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was.
None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.
Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it.
Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.
Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome.
“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again.
A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.
“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!”
Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction
“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”
“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!
“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!”
As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.
Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s.
“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!”
It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.”
Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise.
Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for.
(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.)
The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con.
It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.
Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.
Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.
“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.”
He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.
Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.
(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)
“You know who doesn’t look scary?”
Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of;
“Steve!”
Eddie’s left eye twitched.
‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.
Cartoon squawking and all.
“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.”
So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.
“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”
Eddie had pulled himself back up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.
There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this.
Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game.
One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all.
(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”
“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.)
“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly.
“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!
“Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?”
He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.
“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of a few silly images.”
A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room.
“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!”
This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air.
Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!
He was right!
Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.
“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking.
Because King Steve? Play D&D?
'Ha!'
“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!”
“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.
Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed.
Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.)
The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway.
As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.
“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.
"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.”
Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table
Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.”
The dick.
“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.
He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.
Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.
#Door Prize#Alt S4#pre steddie#when is it not lmao#Holiday fic#well this is more of a warm up but it has another part#Ive just given up the WIPS are running my life#this is brought to you by a local high schools massive holiday bazaar I went too that had cute band kids running around#could not play music though bless them#I did FINALLY get re employed so things are slowing down but Im hoping to post one more chapter of SOMETHING before the end of dec#and probably the other half of this warm up shes short#steven harrington#eddie munson#baking#special appearance by Adopt a Jocks Tiff#Robin pops up in this in the other half#Dustin Henderson#and his scheming#Steve can bake#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#steddie
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Late at the 24 hour bagel spot on Brick Lane
#goodbye summer!#life#style#styleblr#photography#phone photography#mood#night#early morning#3am#3am things#beigel bake#bagel#bakery#city#city life#london#pink#dark#aesthetic
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“buffy ended the show single :)” ok but only because her current love interest just DIED!! (he near quite literally died in her arms! in sacrifice for her!) her last words of the entire series were telling him she loves him and then saying his name in admiration. she isn’t single; she’s a widow.
#spuffy#anti cookie dough#also lol just for clarity and so they don’t come here:#anti bangel#anti-bangel#this post inspired by nothing in particular#except the ongoing women need to be alone to be strong bullshit narrative by anti feminist JW#can’t believe so much of the fandom buys that#buffy anne summers LOVES love#she values romance in her life#look at the way she talks to and looks at and touches spike in s7#and TRY to tell me she just wanted to be alone#you can’t#that’s insane troll logic#and i’m so serious fking ANTI cookie dough!!#no one is ever done baking#ever#we all grow and change our entire lives and we deserve companionship while we do that#i’m not saying buffy needed to be ready to settle down#whatever that means#but she very clearly enjoyed having spike as a partner#as evidenced by the scene IMMEDIATELY after the cookie dough speech lol#and she should get to have a romantic partner who also wants her#ie spike#obligatory fandom and shippy tags:#spuffy is endgame#you’re the one buffy#i believe in you spike#btvs#buffy the vampire slayer
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“You sound high, but thanks for the morning grope!”
#life is strange#lis#life is strange 1#chloe price#chloe price x reader#chloe elizabeth price#max caulfield#chloe x max#early 2000s#early morning#wake n bake#punk rock#pop punk#punk#video games#small town america#lana del rey#americana#girlblogging#southern americana#moodboard#arcadia bay#oregon#2013 tumblr#2013 aesthetic#2013 nostalgia#2013 grunge
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#food#pie#baking#cottage#cottagecore#cottage aesthetic#cottagecore aesthetic#cottage life#cottage living
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what do you mean i can't live on a farm with farmer!könig and bake him his favourite, delectable sweet strawberry tarts and apple pies?!
#this is the life we all deserve#a comfortable and relaxing life#being his housewife/househusband#bake him cakes and tarts for dessert after his hard work on the field mauschen!#könig#konig#konig call of duty#cod konig#könig x you#könig x reader#konig x reader#konig mw2#farmer könig#farmer konig#orla speaks#cod x reader
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He said what he said.
HE SAID. WHAT HE SAID.
#illustrator#illustration#digital artist#crowley#good omens#good omens art#artist on tumblr#good omens aziraphale#aziraphale#good omens crowley#the great british bake off#good omens aziracrow#married life#ineffable#he said what he said#gleafer art#gleafer
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A 100% wish fulfillment ❤️🩹 (a type of lie in a sense) for the Twiyor/Loidyor fandom.
Happy April Fool's Day 😌
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Partly inspired by this post by @shinybluebirdwizard and @mika213, especially the “Twiyor is a lil slow dinky boat that upgrades over time” part.
The Musebunny(TM) saw it, then lovingly dropkicked me on the head with this idea.
Thanks again to all my friends who were both the test subjects and proofreaders for my elaborate shitposting 🫡 You guys are awesome ❤️❤️❤️
#spy x family#sxf#sxf fanart#my art#twiyor#loid x yor#the forgers#loid forger#yor forger#anya forger#bond forger#franky franklin#yuri briar#wish fulfillment#since we don't get any crumbs at all from canon#is this considered as home baking?#THE MUNDANE LIFE with THE FORGERS series
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bucktober day 3 - smoke [based on this moment from the old cap comics :)]
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#studyabroad#studyinspo#study motivation#studyspo#studyspiration#studystudystudy#studyvisa#student life#study aesthetic#italy#coffee is life#coffetime#cozy vibes#how to cook#home cooking#coffee break#coffee#biology#blue#baking#blogging#bookworm#book review#beautiful#basketball#books#blog#black and white#biochemistry#book blog
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immensely inspired by @potato-lord-but-not because of these silly little podcast men... they helped me bake the strawberry muffins from the ask that @sleepinbird sent :3
please ignore the BURNT ASS ABOMINATIONS that resulted from not checking the oven timer. the other half of the batch was fine!
#this is crazy ngl like I don't even GO here I have never heard of a malevolent in my life#but I still love these little mans#my art#traditional art#baking#malevolent#oscar malevolent#john malevolent#arthur malevolent#noel malevolent#screw you for being hard to draw noel 💔💔
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Honestly, it might not be everyone's thing but the thought of sweet, domestic free use makes me purr 😵💫
Just the thought of baking in the kitchen with some quiet music playing that you can't really hear when the mixer is running. Wearing a cute little dress with an apron on top, knowing that your husband has been enjoying the way the hem flutters just above your knees.
Bucky's always been full of compliments but never more so that when you're making him his favourite sweet treats. He appreciates you. All of you.
"Such a good little wife for me." He's been sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for your mixer to finish incorporating the dry ingredients into your chocolate brownie batter.
With your back to him, he can't see the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. He can't see the joy you feel at being able to show him how much you love him.
"You're so gorgeous, do you know that?" He's already crossed the space between you, standing behind you and trailing his lips up your neck.
His hands feel huge on your waist and you feel how desperate you are to melt against his broader frame. You're safe and loved and appreciated and it makes you want all of him.
"I think you'll like the panties I'm wearing." You whisper, trying not to look at him as the kisses to your neck pause.
One hand slips from your waist, under the hem of your dress, trailing up the outside of your thighs.
He doesn't know whether to expect lace or cotton or silk or something else entirely but his breath catches in his throat when he finds nothing. No fabric at all. Just more soft, warm skin.
"Fuck sweetheart, you've been at home all day with no panties on?" The hand disappears and you hear your husband undo his belt buckle.
"No, I took them off before you got back." Somehow he likes that answer more. They came off just for him.
"You must've been hoping I'd take care of you." He gives his stiffening cock a few strokes before pulling your dress up and bending you over slightly.
His tip has no trouble slipping inside you, followed quickly by the rest of his length. You're almost embarrassingly wet just from knowing that he was looking at you.
"Just you keep doing what you're doing. Don't let me distract you." He groans as he thrusts into you, enjoying the tight, wet heat of your body and the way you try to turn your attention back to your mixing bowl.
#becca's thots#becca writes spice#I'm a sucker for the illusion of domesticity#I bake a lot these days and it gives me a lot of time to think#and in another life I opened my own bakery#I have an assignment due next Monday#and I'll write anything but that assignment rn
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This morning sucked. Woke up at 7 on less than 5 hours of sleep to bake over 50 Eccles cakes. Didn’t have like half my ingredients. Bought more only to realise I still didn’t have them all. Burnt myself on the syrupy filling. Printer died on me as I was trying to get a printing job done. Forgot to have lunch I was so excited. Locked my car key in the boot. Waited an hour in the sun in all black to make sure I didn’t get a parking ticket whilst trying to get said key out. Got stuck in traffic for half an hour only to find I’d just moved under 100 metres. Accidentally had the thermostat cranked up to 40C the whole journey. All of this, just to get to a screening.
Then when I got there….
Shrimp emotions. The atmosphere was incredible. Got there 3 hours early. Immediately bonded with people, and it just felt so warm and exciting. I passed round the Eccles cakes in its little (very large) Antichrist basket. We all counted down with the timer waiting for the episodes to start. The episodes were amazing, and I have to thank @neil-gaiman for making this season come true - it was everything I hoped for and more, and I think that’ll be the case for pretty much everyone. I wouldn’t trade this experience for the world, even if I had to live through this morning 20x over.
Trust me when I say you’re not prepared for season 2. No one is.
Anyways here’s a picture of the cakes in their basket:
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens screening#neil gaiman#like seriously I put like 10 hours into making these cakes so I’m so so happy they went down well.#I hope everyone that was there liked them#its my dream to one day give Neil Gaiman one of my home baked Eccles cakes#anyways#I even got a little poster! I’m gonna treasure it#thank you for making such an amazing thing that has literally shaped my outlook on life and become one of my favourite pieces of media ever#now that I’ve seen eps 1 and 2 I REALLY do not want to Wait to See#mr Neil Gaiman you are insane for this plot#it’s so fun and I never know what to expect#primepremiere#goodomens2#EDIT: I WAS NOT PREPARED I WAS DEFINITELY NOT PREPARED
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