#Town House Builder

[evvegroup]

Expert Townhouse Builder Melbourne – Your Dream Home Awaits

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[thegimmicky]

Minecraft Ruined Haunted Cemetery

[lathrine]

Farthest Frontier is one of my favorite city builders on the market rn, but the way it chooses to display information sometimes is hilarious

hate it when i go to work and catch Fractured Bone from my coworker just because tim in marketing decided to show up sick. smh.

[tbplhomes]

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[trademarkhubris]

caption: screenshot of tags by user priskeys: #beautifully framed #the landscaping and use of framing really brings it together perfectly #i love the ominous yet welcoming vibe it gives #like it says "youre welcome here but tred lightly" #reblog

The Temple

[pallavikale]

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[probablyasocialecologist]

And so it makes sense that these are now the places where fascism grows; that’s what these places were designed for. The suburbs were invented as a reactionary tool against the women’s liberation and civil rights movements. The US government, in concert with banks, landowners, and home builders, created a way to try and stop all that, by separating people into single homes, removing public spaces, and ensuring that every neighborhood was segregated via redlining. The suburbs would keep white women at home, and would keep white men at work to afford that home. These were explicit goals of the designers: “No man who owns his house and lot can be a Communist,” said the creator of Levittown, the model suburb. “He has too much to do.” The reason Target has become the locus of today’s particular right-wing backlash is the same reason countless viral TikToks attempt to convince women that they’re at risk of being kidnapped every time they’re in a parking lot. It’s the reason why true crime is one of the most popular podcast genres in America, and why many refuse to travel without a gun by their side and shoot people if they set foot on their driveway.

[...]

It is of course true that these mass hysterias are part of an organized right-wing movement that is attacking human rights across the country—through legislation banning abortion, gender-affirming care, and books, and making it illegal for educators to teach American history accurately. But the shape this movement has taken is not coincidental; it is in fact the product of the unique shape of public life in America, or lack thereof. Suburbanites do not have town squares in which to protest. They do not have streets to march down. Target has become the closest thing many have to a public forum. We often hear that urban areas are more liberal and suburban ones more conservative, and we’re often told that this is because of race. That may be partly true, though cities are whiter than ever and suburbs more diverse than ever. Instead, it may be that suburbanism itself, as an ideology, breeds reactionary thinking and turns Americans into people constantly scared of a Big Bad Other. The suburban doctrine dictates that public space be limited, and conflict-free where it exists; that private space serve only as a place of commodity exchange; that surveillance, hyper-individualism, and constant vigilance are good and normal and keep people safe. It is an ideology that extends beyond the suburbs; it infects everything. Even cities, as Sarah Schulman writes in The Gentrification of the Mind, have become places where people expect convenience and calmness over culture and community. What is a life of living in a surveilled and amenity-filled high-rise and ordering all your food and objects from the Internet to your door if not a suburban life? To make matters worse, the people who have adopted this mindset do not see it as an ideology, but as the normal and right state of the world; they, as Schulman writes, “look in the mirror and think it’s a window.” So when anything, even a gay T-shirt, disrupts their view, they become scared.

[farfallasims]

Lot Recommendations | Spooky Season Edition, Pt. 04 🎃

01. Pumpkin Tree House by yukihyo6121 (40x30) | No CC 02. Halloween Town by TakeMyData (50x50) | No CC 03. Vampire House - Church by BellePinte (30x30) | No CC 04. Haunted Mansion by PlumbobKingdom (50x40) | No CC

Massive thank you to the builders! 

[greenplumbboblover]

WIP #1 - Stories Be Told

A mod that has arisen from playing TS2 and loving Stardew Valley! (and always wanting to get to know the townies a bit better :))

I know I haven't really replied too much on the post about the mod idea, but I had to figure out personally what to pick and how to even attempt this from a technical perspective.

I went through 5 adaptations, to eventually get to this result! :) So while most of it is definite, I'm still fine-tuning a lot (and writing the stories).

How does it work?

The mod comes with two ways to get to know your fellow townie! With townie, you have to understand that EA townies will have them. Newly generated townies will NOT have any stories.

🕵️‍♀️Secrets (aka, facts!)

Depending on your sim's Lifetime points (that red/green bar), and relationship status (friends, enemies, etc), you'll get to know more about them! Of course, if you're in the red, you might get some nasty comments!

The idea is that the better you get to know them, the more they open up. Just like real people! They all have their unique dialogue as well!

❤️ Heart Events ❤️

Inspired heavily by Stardew Valley's approach, as using the TS2's scripted events wasn't working technically speaking,

A heart event will trigger by itself with a Text message, just like getting an invitation for a party.

Let's have a look at one with Morgana's Heart events!

Morgana has sent a text message asking Christopher to come along to have dinner at her house. We could ignore it without any consequences... or go ahead and go anyway!

Your sim will automatically make their way to the place they are invited to go to! And Christopher just made it as well :)

(Not getting too much into spoilers here hehe) but eventually Thornton and Morgana end up in a fight.

What's cool is that certain heart events will want your input! Such as this one:

I'm still working on fixing the dialogue btw :p

Some of these will have pretty unpredictable outcomes, so be aware of that if you want your town to stay the same without any progression into a family's dilemma!

... and what's even better is that this all happened automatically!

Just like a scripted event, they ended up arguing where it made sense in the dialogue, moved to the kitchen to excuse themselves, and eventually asked the player to leave (of which the player did automatically!)

🛠 Info for World builders and Developers

What's even better is that you can make your stories yourself! While heart events will require you C#, the secrets will only require you the existing sim's Sim Id and some XML knowledge! :)

I'll make tutorials of course on how to make each, but I figured it would be good to add that this is all super flexible on making your own stories.

That's it! The mod is technically done from a technical perspective, but I still have loads of stories to write (I only finished Morgana's so far 😬), So any feedback at this point would be really appreciated so I can implement it before release! :)

I'll release it first with Stories for Sunset Valley first, then move on to twin brook, Bridgeport, etc.

[saturnxlust]

hi!! I wanted to ask for Jacob black and fem reader:) like Bellas's honeymoon but with Jacob and fem reader! I wanted to read about this and love your work! (If you can't get to this, I understand. but if you get to it, please tag me!

HELLO OMG IM SOSOSOSO SORRY I FORGET TO CHECK MY ASKS😭😭 ALSO TY ILY 

Jacob Black x Fem! Reader

Sfw

So when you get there this mfs hungry

He burns a lot of energy throughout the day and needs a lot of food to be functional

Yk how body builders eat tons and tons of food, thats kinda how he is

Im assuming you mean its in the same place too so when you go out onto the town he has a eye on you all the time

Matter of fact he barely lets go of you in general

His hands are always around you or holding your hand 🥲

No he doesnt shift, he will not shift for you

He doesnt like doing it in the house cause he could break something and he doesnt like doing it outside cause people could see him😔✊

He would totally lay in bed with you all day or just lounge in the beach all day

Hes a good swimmer, the whole pack is actually so if you want to swim with him he has no complaints☺️

Nsfw

He def wants it every night

Fiend for that pussy😭

Like edward the room would probably be destroyed but no as much, hes large but he has around the same strength as a bodybuilder

The only time he has exceptional power is when hes shifted

So the most it would be messed up is the sheets and maybe the headboard from his grip

He likes to see your face and bending you in positions

Mating press he definitely likes, he likes hiting that angle and being able to see your face contort

His hips pistoned into yours a loud whine being dragged from your lips as you neared yet another orgasm, you lost count after the 2nd but you knew it had been awhile. Gripping his hair as your legs shook with pleasure, eliciting a loud moan and a growl from him, you felt him bite down on your shoulder as he plunged into you deeper. His seed flowing into you, filling you to the brim and staying inside to ensure that soon you’d be pregnant. You just hoped you’d be able to walk tomorrow.

Be prepared to sweat a lot, hes a heater and when your both grinding against each other it gets hot and sticky

So many rounds😭

He has the stamina of a horse, this man can go for so many rounds its painful how many orgasms he’d pull from you💀

He likes it when you pull his hair, egging him on as he bucks into you

[thegimmicky]

Minecraft snowy ruins

[lovifie]

Villager!Reader and Villager!Ghost They're in love but their families are enemies...

Masterlist - Smut | Fluff | 3489 words

💚A Village Apart💚

The Riley family, and yours, have a history of feuds and quarrels going back years, decades, and if there were writings to back it up, centuries.

It is a small village, where houses are inherited and everyone knows each other. Therefore, all the inhabitants of the small village are aware of the enmity between the families.

And being such a quiet village, the amusement of many arises from taking one side of the families and criticising the other.

It is natural at this point in the story, and each generation that is born the rest of the village waits for the children of each to marry so that they can see how the story continues.

The Riley family earned their name and respect for their construction work in the village. Rare is the house that his family did not build.

Simon began working in his father's shadow almost as soon as he could walk, and as soon as he could carry weight, he became a bishop in his father's small army of builders.

It was not because he was the boss's son that he had it easier, some even say he was the one who had it harder.

It is a hard job, with admirable physical effort, but unfortunately, it left most of the workers without energy to enjoy the little free time they had after a long day's work.

Simon found a reason to keep a little extra energy reserve for when his day was over.

And that reason is you.

Your family is not as well known as his, well, everyone knows each other in the village; but yours is accorded less respect than his.

Unlike his, your family is humble, with enough cattle to feed the family and sell the leftovers when there are any.

It is a humble job, with difficult working hours, considerable physical effort and often little profit or reward.

But there is always food on the table and animals to look after; the people may not appreciate your family's work as much as they should, but the innocent animal eyes you look into every day make it worth it.

Another reason driving you on was Simon.

It was difficult at first, as you both knew it was a forbidden relationship. Your families had told you again and again to stay away from each other's families.

"They are women, Simon. We haven't worked as hard as we have to stoop to that level."

"They think they're better than everyone else for moving stones, sweetheart. You don't deserve that treatment."

"If they see you hanging out with her, the rest of the people in the village will think they have the right to talk to us like we're equals too."

"They're machines, honey. They're not capable of producing emotions those Riley's, you deserve better than someone obsessed with money like that."

But still, despite everything; it was impossible to avoid the sidelong glances as you passed each other walking through town.

When you went to mass, when you went to the village fairs, when friends in common met.

Normally, for a girl like you to meet boys would be frowned upon; but with the village being so small, they were the boys you played with years ago and it was an idiotic feeling to deny such good friendships.

Besides, they were the perfect excuse for you to see him when he joined the meetings; which, curiously enIt had nothing to do with the fact that he would ask before attending if you were going to be there.

Many times in the evening Simon would be exhausted from working all day, but if he was told that you were going to be there, there was no physical exhaustion that would prevent him from seeing you.

Many times he would be on the verge of falling asleep when they were gathered together, waiting for the chance to be able to walk you home.

"A young lady like you shouldn't have to go home alone."

"It's a couple of steps, Simon."

"Not if we follow my route."

"Your route?"

"Yes... Do you want me to show it to you?"

It turned out, knowing the structure of all the houses in the village, Simon knew perfectly well what route to follow that kept you hidden from the eyes of all the villagers.

The first night, it was pretty much just awkward silence. Both of you still internally debating whether it was worth the possible quarrel with your families just to meet the other person.

But the second night you got back together, the decision was made and the conversation flowed as if you were lifelong friends.

Innocent questions about each other's lives evolved into questions about each other's future plans,

You both decided to ignore the voice in your mind that told you not to continue, if anyone in the village, and God willing, anyone in your families, found out; a war would break out.

Your family was much more permissive than his, which meant that if you dared to associate with Simon, they would send you to a convent or marry you off to someone else.

You knew that those were the good options, you preferred not to think about what might happen to him.

It was easier to forget the possible consequences, especially when your hands brushed as you walked. When you felt the heat emanating from Simon's body, warming the side of your body that walked beside him. He walked slower, both so you could keep up effortlessly and to slow down the walk so he could spend more time with you.

In spite of everything, and knowing full well everything you stood to lose if it was discovered. It was during the harvest festival that Simon kissed you for the first time. Hidden in the barn of your family's farm, lying on the hay.

You were both lying down, with you on your back and your head resting on Simon's arm and him lying next to you on his side.

His other hand, the one not under you, rested delicately on your waist, pulling you close to him as if afraid you were going to run away.

His lips were full and warm on yours; a kiss almost innocent and overflowing with inexperience on both sides. Your hand slowly moved up to his jawline, stroking the nascent hair of his beard.

You were both pushing against each other, needing each other's touch and proximity. A mess of tongues to the point that you no longer knew whose was which, as your hands travelled up and down each other's body.

It is because of that proximity that you found it impossible to ignore as Simon's shaft grew in size and hardened against your thigh, the discreet hip movements seeking more friction and rubbing.

"Simon" You called out to him, panic invading your senses.

"Easy... I don't mean to do anything but kiss your lips, sweetheart. But I can't help it when I finally have you in my arms after so long dreaming about it."

And he kept true to his word, his hands never went beyond your hips nor were his lips more daring than kisses at the corner of your lips.

If you noticed moisture on your thigh on the side where he was, you said nothing. Nor did you mention the growing wetness between your legs.

But once you tasted the honey, you couldn't help but visit the hive.

Until then, it had been easy to avoid temptation; you didn't know the sweet sensation, the warmth of each other, the security of being together, the desire, the passion, the possibilities....

But you had to continue to be careful, you didn't know when someone could surprise you.

But when the innocent kisses in the barn turned into something more than kisses on the lips, you could easily expect the punishment you were facing.

"Simon, we can't" You moaned as you noticed Simon's hand move up from your ankle up towards your thigh underneath your dress.

"Why, why delay the inevitable when I know you're the one for me?" he murmured with his lips pressed against the skin of your neck, kissing you wetly and raising every hair on your body.

"But we can't..." You tried to insist, but no longer with any strength against his hand. "I must come pure to the marriage, Simon. Our parents would never forgive."

"Then let us marry, my love. Here and now. The moon and the stars as witnesses that I am yours far more than you will ever be mine, that I was born decades ago but not until I joined you did my heart begin to beat. Witnesses of my love, that there will not be a day that you wake up that is not in my arms, that there will not be a day that you wake up that you do not feel loved. That my work in this life will be to love you each and every day of it. That I don't care if I go thirsty and hungry every day if at nightfall it is your arms that pick me up, that there is no wound or blow that hurts me like when you reject me, when you take me away from you. Don't you realise, love? Don't you realise that I need you more than air? I promise you, my love. That if you accept me you will never ever regret it."

One kiss from your lips was all the answer I needed, the seal of the contract of your unorthodox union.

He kissed you back with the same fervour, a moan escaping his throat as he finally savoured you without thoughts in his mind that would take him away from you and the now.

He moved his hand under your dress, lifting your petticoats in the same way so he could reach your wet folds.

You whimper against his mouth, the touch of the man igniting something inside of you that was waiting asleep in the depth of your body. It is easy for his finger to slip inside between the folds, arching your back at the feeling of the intrusion.

You feel his lips on your jaw, travelling calmly to your ear where he stays professing his love for you, making you mewl when it mixes with the feeling between your legs.

“Simon!” You moan when he adds a second finger, the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit sending a shockwave up your column

You are still surrounded by the feeling of prohibition, the tension of possible discovery with its corresponding punishment. But the sensation of Simon's fingers so deep inside you leaves your mind blurred and you can only moan in moans and whispers of his name, urging him to continue, to give you more, to love you as intensely as you love him.

Your self of mere weeks ago would drag you away from the farmer, scolding you for this lack of decorum, this promiscuity.

But then you look into Simon's eyes, and you doubt which shines brighter; the love that overflows from his eyes or the moon that shines from the window.

"You are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever had the grace to glimpse, my darling." He says suddenly, forcing you to tug at his shirt to crash your lips to his so he doesn't see your blush.

The man who is normally so stoic, perfectly cordial but not saying a word beyond the obligatory. Suddenly turned into a poet in your presence.

If it weren't for his broad fingers caressing that spot inside you that you didn't know existed and that has you swaying your hips to receive his every wrist movement, you would think beyond the now. Of how you will continue this without anyone knowing, how you will continue together when you know perfectly well that none of your families will allow it.

But not now, now all you can think about is how good Simon makes you feel and how you need him to give you more.

You find it impossible to ignore as Simon continues to move his hips against your side, the hardness of his crotch obvious and pressed against your thigh.

You lower your hand, feeling it's only fair to return the favour; but before you even reach the waistband of his pants, Simon takes your hand, raising it to his lips and kissing your knuckles.

"Don't worry about it, love. I just want to make you feel good, don't worry about me." His lips travel up to your neck once more, leaving wet kisses and licking the spot that makes you cry harder.

There's a knot in the centre of your stomach, which becomes tighter and tighter as Simon continues to touch you. Your hand gripping his shirt squeezes tighter and tighter as the knot tightens.

Never before have you felt this sensation that has you with your face tight, eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed and your lip between your teeth to prevent a scream from escaping.

This is futile when you feel the knot suddenly loosen, feeling as if your body is drained of energy. Biting your lip proves useless in preventing the moan that escapes your lips before Simon presses his hand over your mouth to prevent the entire village from hearing you.

His hand continues to move, slowing and slowly slipping out of you; the wet sound it emits as it leaves once again causing your cheeks to flush.

"Simon... Let's do it... You said it, why delay the inevitable." You say, repeating his words.

He again touches his lips to yours, letting your bodies speak when you are at a loss for words.

You notice him moving, sitting up to kneel between your legs. He lifts your dress, leaving you completely exposed to him with your legs wrapped around his wide hips.

Your glistering folds shine on the moonlight calling him in, but the pain on his groin makes him selfish enough to limit himself to free his hard shaft from his pants, slightly slapping your sweet cunt with it.

It makes your legs shake and a whimper to leave your lips, desperation flooding from you as your hand goes down between your legs. Simon can't help but stare as your inexpert hand finds his tip making his shudder when you press it against your wetness.

His hips move involuntarily pushing himself between your hand and your folds, making his moan your name. His hands lands on your hips, physically stopping himself from moving more against you knowing perfectly fine he wouldn't last long.

There are already beads of his milky seed threatening to spill from his tip, but it is your hand the one that slowly pushes him lower until it catches on your entrance making the both of you shudder.

He looks at you, catching you looking back at him; last chance to pull back. But your hand moves to his hip, silently urging him forward and he gladly complies.

He slowly pushes in, his length getting engulfed inch by inch into your warm cunt making him whine in unison with you. The stretch makes you hiss just for a second before the juices make it easy for him to move.

He moves back and forth torturously slow, entering inch by inch, moaning when he finally bottoms out. The two of you need a moment to adjust; you to the feeling of getting filled to the brim and him to the feeling on your tight muscles choking him in.

Simon is no stranger to the feeling of his callous hand around his length, already used to the constricting feeling; but never in a thousand years would it compare fairly to the feeling of you around him.

You clench around him, desperate for his movement; but it sends him to bend forwards, his hands resting beside your head. But then he comes face to face with the image of you sprawled under him.

Your legs spread to adjust to his wide hips between them, your folds just as spread to let his girth into your core, your soft hands resting on his ribs to feel him close, your hair messy resting on the hay, eyes half closed blinded by the lust, lips glistering with the mix of saliva from both and cheeks blushed as if by the cold of the morning.

He realises then and there that you are the only thing he needs to survive. That he will fight and kill God himself if he dares to try and pull you away from him, let alone a mere mortal. That he will love you for as long as you love him, and that when you stop doing it he will make you fall in love with him again. That he will travel to the deepest level of hell and back if Death feared to steal you from him.

His hips begin to move, making you arch your back when he finally does and it urges him to compose himself only to manage to feel you come undone around his length.

He has a clumsy rhythm to it, voluntary and involuntary thrust mixing together in a weird dance but still consistent enough to make you feel the knot on your stomach tighten again.

He feels it too, when you start to clench around his length. Softly crying his name as your hands move down to his thighs, urging him to move closer, deeper.

He sees how you close your eyes, head falling back with your mouth open in a silent cry with your wet cunt choking harder and harder his shaft, until you finally breathe out, a moan loud enough to awaken the dead from the tomb and wetness making his way around his length when you finally fall over the edge.

Simon barely has enough control to pull out, the first dribble of his milky sticky spent falling on your pubes before he spurt thick and heavy over your stomach; the change from you welcoming cunt to his dry hand almost keeping him from coming.

He looks down, his seed painting your body, marking you his, soft abdomen moving up and down with your difficulted breathing from the orgasm pulled from you.

“Do you really love me, Simon?” You suddenly ask, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. The fear of the consequences finally setting in on your minds now that lust is no longer driving it.

“I do, love. I love you more than anything on this land.” He says, still breathless as he bends down to kiss you again.

Tomorrow, when you meet across the church; the two of you will act as if you didn't know each other. You will ignore the dull pain between your legs and he will ignore the pull of his pants when he remembers how pretty you looked under him.

Every other night the two of you will meet, back in the barn. Professing love and exploring each other's bodies.

And in a couple of months, when you come crying to him, holding onto his shirt; about how your father has told you that he is marrying you to another man. He will hug you, consoling you, and tell you to meet again two days later.

When he will arrive, in his father's cart being pulled by his two better horses; and the two of you will disappear from the village at the crack of dawn, never to be seen again.

In the village there were no more arguments between the families, both ashamed that they lost their kid to their stubbornness. That if instead of fighting they would have supported the two of you, they would have met their grandkids years later and the eternal fight between the families would have ended in a love story.

Instead, Simon and you settled down far away from the village. Where nobody knew where any of you were, and where everyone was told to address you as Mrs. Riley. Where you build your home and your family, and you both lived happily ever after

[henry7931]

Head Swap/NBM Shorts

My Head Can Be The Ball

“Bro! If we need a ball, I got us!,” says Brad with his detached head laying on his lap.

“Dudddeeeee!!!! That’s so funny! Your heads perfect!,” says his friend Kaleb.

The boys grab Brad’s head and carry it outside to head to the practice field with them.

Meanwhile, Kaleb’s brother Jared comes downstairs and shocked to see Brad’s headless body just hanging out.

Now Jared has always found his brother’s jock friends to be hot! And when he peaked out of the window and saw them carrying off a head in a helmet into Kaleb’s truck… Jared felt excitement knowing it was just him and Brad’s sexy body left behind.

So he grabbed brads and pulled him up out of the chair and said, “you’re coming with me.”

Jared laid Brad’s body back in bed and stripped him down. He picked up Brad’s smell jock foot and placed in his face. He runs his hands up brads thighs until he was met with his cock and balls. He starts licking and kissing the semi hard dick. He played with his junk until he knew that brads body was close. Only to stop right before he comes edging Brad’s now very horny body…

Jared thought to himself, ‘God they could be hours before they get back… this maybe the best day of my life.’

Meanwhile the game started and Brad could feel what Jared was doing to his body… At first he thought about saying something to Kaleb but damn Jared soft lips feel way to good!

So Brad got to enjoy being thrown around while also getting a BJ. Talk about some good head!

My Body’s in Jail?

Tommy:

Shit! This was supposed to be something goofy and fun my brothers bet me to do!

That thought it would be funny if I ran around the stadium naked with this stupid sign! So I thought it would decrease the chances of my identity being caught if I did it headless just in case a camera can see me.

But what I wasn’t prepared for was my body being arrested!!!

I don’t even know what to do now… I mean one of my bros could take me to jail and I can turn myself in but known of them want to get in trouble!

And the crazy part is… I can somebody toying with my cock! Is my body in a cell with someone? Is an officer playing with my goods?!?! FUCk!!!!

Just Through Vacay

Justin:

Wow this is such a weird trip, I’m not sure why my brother Daniel and I agreed to doing a three way head swap with our dad but I’m kinda loving it!

I’m the youngest and now I have Daniel’s body. Daniel has muscles, he’s taller than me, and his junk is wayyyy bigger than mine. While Daniel has our dad’s body and dad has mine. I think I lucked out the most. I mean dad’s body might have been cool but I’ll take Daniel’s abs over dad’s beer gut any day!

And the crazy part is a bunch of guys have started to take notice of me. Do you think it would be bad if I hooked up with Danny’s body? I mean I’ve jerked off enough this week with it.

And he’s been at the tiki bar every night so he might not notice if I’m gone.

What The F*ck Robby???

Justin:

You know, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell my friend Robby that my body builder uncle’s headless body is at my house right now while his head is out of town. Robby is staying the night with me while I’m watching my uncle’s place and told him to not go into his room.

But then u went to go take a shower and I come back to the guest room I’m staying in, still wrapped in my towl. As I swung open the door, I find Robby— laying in bed with his head attached to my uncle’s body.

“Sorry Justin! But I just couldn’t resist!”

“Dude!! I told you my uncles body is off limits!!”

“But he’s so freaking hot!!! Look These muscles! His dick… ITS HUGEEE!!”

“Robby! Take his body off right now! Side where I even is your body?”

He gestures to the corner of the room and I see his headless body just standing completely naked.

“Holy shit! Your body… it’s naked and you have a boner…” my eyes can’t look away at Robby’s junk.

“I know, I told it to go stand in the corner so I can get a background show while I play with your uncles junk but you’re trying to ruin my fun!”

You know, I’ve always wanted to fool around with Robby. Especially right now seeing his headless bod all exposed… fuck!

“You know what, I’ll make a deal with you. You keep my uncles body for the weekend and your body is mine to enjoy this weekend. Sound fair?”

“Fuck yeah! I always knew you had the hots for me Justin. Too bad I’m in to big muscle daddy’s and not cute twinks. But you can do whatever you want with it. I’ll be here having my fun!”

“Bet!”

I grab Robby’s headless bodies hand. “Follow me sexy,” I say to him.

“Can you bring it back in a couple of hours, I wanna feel your uncles dick inside of my hole.”

“Sure but be prepared to be swore because I’m wilding out with it.”

“Ugh fine!”

[piningforstan]

Head-STAN-ons

Just little things I imagine about Stan’s life and if you were together with him

SFW:

• At night you’ll roll over and he’ll be scrunched up in some ridiculous position. Stan adapted to sleeping in his car and the habit still carries over. You always make sure to ease him out of it.

• He insists on fixing everything around the house in order to spare the expenses. Most of the time he’s able to fix whatever is wrong but on the occasions when he can’t or is too busy, you have to sneak a plumber or builder in while he’s not looking, then act surprised that it fixed itself

• Stan loves 80’s rock, obviously. Secretly, he’s a great singer

• Always loses his glasses. Mabel makes him a bedazzled, glittery chain that he cherishes

• Stan will routinely pretend like he doesn’t know you when you’re out and tries to pick you up. Lame pick-up lines ensue.

• they all work

• You try valiantly to sneak vegetables into his food. He always knows, but sometimes he acts like he doesn’t because it means a lot to him that you care about his health

• He’s always upset after the twins leave so you convince him to coach a coed flag football team. Stan played football in high school for a while before getting kicked out for too many fights. The team becomes his whole personality and he subsequently becomes the grandfather of almost every child in town

NSFW:

• He 100% has a specific shirt he wears after he gets laid, a lá Ron Swanson

• Everyone knows about it

• Stan definitely talks you through it, praising you the entire time

• He’s afraid of never measuring up, so he takes sex pretty seriously — learning everything about you, what you like, what precise movements it takes to hear you make that sound

• Stan loves it when you call him daddy

• Definitely has a breeding kink

• You fucked on the water tower once, bent over the rail, Stan holding a fistful of your hair while you appreciated the view and he appreciated his view

• In that same vein, he always likes to try and one up the craziest place to have sex. But he’s also a sucker for good ol’ lazy morning sex or fucking on the couch, you straddling his lap

• Smoking while he fucks you??? (This has consumed my every thought and I might have to write a oneshot)

• The smallest, strangest aspects of domestic life turn him on — he can’t believe that you’re real, that his life is real and he’s not dreaming. You could just be washing the dishes and he would press up against you from behind, his appreciation nudging into the back of your thigh

• Stan LOVES PDA. Sneaking his hand in your back pocket, kissing you, slinging his arm around your shoulders at all times, holding your waist and keeping you close to him. Wolf whistles. Stan loves pulling you into his lap, hand on your thigh, whispering his dirty thoughts in your ear

[doctorbeth]

The very dapper Habersham

Habersham's is a felt and knit dog with a truly interesting backstory. His person wrote:

We met up a little over 6 years ago when we traveled to a little town in North Carolina to take a tour of a house we hoped to build in Ohio.  He (Habersham) was a memento of that trip and the house we fell in love with during it, and has had a spot in our living room ever since. 

Fast forward 6 years, and alas we are within weeks of moving into this very house.  The journey to get here has been long and arduous.  After so many delays we were finally able to start construction, only to have a builder steal money, followed by months of delays and hassles with a new builder.  What was intended to be a dream has been a veritable nightmare, and has taken its toll on us in more ways than I can count.

So, of course, we were excited to have Habersham come along with us to help bring some good energy and fond memories to the house.  Unfortunately our cleaning lady threw him in the basket of dog toys earlier today for some reason and before we discovered him the puppy had.  Alas, he is a little too much like me these days, tattered and a bit worse for the wear.

Here is the diagnosis photos they sent:

What you can't see, is in addition to the leg and muzzle wounds, Habersham also lost the tip of his tail. But otherwise, he really was in good shape, and still quite a dapper fellow.

The plan was just to treat his wounds, but in order to make the scars as inconspicuous as possible, we would take a small transplant of fabric from the back of his head to use to repair his muzzle, then repair the leg with new fabric as needed. No spa for Habersham, the puppy had not been particularly slobbery. :-)

Here he is, just before he went home. Wounds repaired, new nose, new tail tip, and looking dapper and dashing again, ready to grace his new home with luck, smiles, and hugs.

His family wrote:

He looks great!  Thank you for getting that done.  I love that his "patch" is on the back and hardly noticeable.

And Habersham flew home to his new Ohio home.