#a jolly sale

[kobzars]

Jolly little mushrooms is a painting that does not pretend to be a masterpiece, but it is cheerful and colorful. Such paintings as this often become favorite works of art in the home collection of paintings and please their owners for many years...

[sweetjollylooks]

[nat-seal-well]

I’m glad you’re doin ok love! Hope works going ok :3

💜💜💜

It is! It’s just slow rn haha. We’re all trying to find things to keep us from dying of boredom

💙💙💙

[nikita1965]

Heart-Racing Automotive Gifts for Him on Valentine's Day

For the man who loves to work on his car.  Rev your engines, lovebirds! Valentine's Day is approaching faster than a sports car on an open highway, and if you're still stuck in the slow lane wondering what to gift your car-crazed significant other, worry not! We've got the perfect pit stop for you.

Now, I know what some of you might be thinking: "Not another generic list of Valentine's Day gifts!" Well, buckle up, because we're not here for the same old roses and chocolates. While those are timeless classics, we're here to take your Valentine's Day game to the next level. We're hitting the accelerator on romance, unveiling a collection of heart-racing, engine-revving gifts that will make Cupid's bow feel like a leisurely stroll.

But wait, there's a twist in the tale – ever heard of a Valentine's Day gift that not only sparks romance but also fuels his automotive passion? We're not just talking about trinkets; we're diving into a world where love meets horsepower, and the road to his heart is paved with turbocharged surprises. This isn't your run-of-the-mill Valentine's Day guide; it's a journey through the fast lanes of affection, where passion and romance intertwine seamlessly.

CHECK OUT GIFTS FOR HIM

Picture this: the clock is ticking, and you're in desperate need of a gift that speaks directly to his car-loving soul. You've exhausted the options – ties, colognes, and the infamous "coupon book for chores." The struggle is real, but fear not, dear reader, for we're about to shift gears and guide you through the top 10 heart-racing automotive gifts that will leave him thunderstruck this Valentine's Day.

In this joyride of a blog post, we'll navigate through the most thrilling, adrenaline-pumping gifts that transcend the clichés of Valentine's Day. From personalized gear that makes his heart race to cutting-edge gadgets that revitalize his automotive experience, get ready to discover the perfect match for your car enthusiast. So, put on your seatbelt and let's hit the road to a Valentine's Day celebration that's anything but ordinary! Ready to embark on this exhilarating journey? Buckle up, it's about to get exciting!

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[1fan2antother]

(via "Santa Claus “KRINGLE”" Baseball ¾ Sleeve T-Shirt for Sale by Leesondesign)

[werewolf4vampire]

i'm gonna shit, dark souls remastered is on sale for Switch but hasn't been on sale for PC since they took the PtDE servers down for no reason 😐

[sparklingspaceshop]

Christmas is nearly there!! Who is happy about it?

[affectionatecorpse]

Redd will never stop being the absolute funniest Animal Crossing character to me. It's illegal how underrated he is. He's got either a londoner or new yorky accent depending on how you read it. His logo is a blatant ripoff of Tom Nook's. He's fuzzy. He wears nothing but an apron. He's a bastard. He's clever. He's amazing at art. He does not utilise this talent in a genuine way. He painted the Mona Lisa at least 5 times but with angry eyebrows and no other change. He went to art school. He's divorced from Tom Nook. He has a million cousins. His old colleague now works for his ex instead. He lives on a boat. He has to hide said boat from Tom. He doesn't even know if half his art is real or fake. He's a kitsune with no powers so is essentially just a normal fox. He recreated an entire stone tablet and the only thing he changed was he made it bright blue. Blathers hates him. He's an enemy of the state. He openly admitted he was crazy before realising that was a bad sales technique. He replaced the adjective with 'jolly'. In old games people were blatantly racist against him being a fox. He has the same criminal motivation as Nick Wilde. His name is just the colour of his fur. His password is a spiteful jab at his ex. He's REDD.

He's just so damn FUNNY.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hello, I have seen some of your works and have enjoyed each of them, and after seeing that you are still accepting request I was wondering if you would consider a Yandere Arlecchino with a pastry Chef reader, a slight spoiler for the Archon Quest is that she seems to like sweets a great deal, perhaps the reader is oblivious to her yandere antics and simply enjoys making sweets for her and her children.

Or perhaps a Yandere Arlecchino with her children being platonic yanderes that want their "Father" and the one they love to be together, and as such they try and play matchmaker with her and the reader.

Either way, I hope you like the ideas, and that you stay safe and take care.

P.S. Here is just a brainrot for you, but imagine Platonic Yandere Arlecchino not only vetting Lynette's love interest, but also helping her get together with them once she starts to approve of them.

i could platonically put you in my mouth and crunch on you like a jolly rancher, thank you for this amazing idea, i could write about this endlessly but i didn't want to get too long <3333 pls request more of this so i can write more in the future

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including implied stalking, intentional increase of Fatui members, delusional behaviors, implied trickery of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Arlecchino with a pastry chef beloved would be a very interesting concept! You, as the pasty maker, would notice a sudden influx of Fatui members in your once quaint little cafe. The upside is that sales had been through the roof and no trouble seemed to linger anymore, the downside was that most locals had been too nervous to stay around for long, often ordering and leaving or coming in for a pick-up before leaving. It was alright though, one delightful woman always seemed to stick around for a chat!

A sigh of content left your lips as you closed up shop for the night. It had been a long day with many desserts having been made but you managed it as always. It wasn’t until you were headed to the front of the store to lock the doors that you noticed her standing out front, patiently and politely. A pleasant smile crossed her face as she saw you, raising a delicate, gloved hand to offer you a polite smile. “I know you’re closed but I just wanted to come say hi. I had more work than I thought I would today and wasn’t able to make it before closing.” She was as polite and well-mannered as always, something you had admired about her. People around town spoke of her being part of the Fatui but you couldn’t really see it. Sure her outfit seemed a little strange but she was too kind to be evil. She was always so nice and polite, she spoke so well-mannered and always left a generous tip. It was hard to see someone so perfect being diabolical. She had simply come off as the perfect person to be around.

[shadowcybunny]

NEOPET GAMES THAT WORK

These are games that currently work with

THIS CHROME EXTENSION.

Working means you can both play it AND earn neopoints. There are some games that are somewhat playable but bugged, or you are unable to earn neopoints with them. Some games don’t work at all. I will not be listing those games here. Some of these will be one of the 14 fixed games in the current game room. I am including them because the old game room still has the featured game function, allowing you to earn double the points by playing it from the old link. I hope this makes you as happy as it did me. c:

I would click each one and add them to your favorite game list to make things easier later on.

AAA’s Revenge

Attack of the Revenge

Bagatelle

Mynci Beach Volleyball

Biscuit Brigade: Hagan's Last Stand

Neverending Boss Battle

Bruno's Backwoods Breakaway

Ultimate Bullseye II

Bumble Beams

The Buzzer Game

Carnival of Terror

Escape from Meridell Castle

Caves and Corridors: Mystery Island

Chemistry for Beginners

Chia Bomber 2

Faerie Cloud Racers

Coconut Shy

Crisis Courier

Dar-BLAT!!!

Defender Trainer

Edna's Shadow

The Castle of Eliv Thade

Evil Fuzzles from Beyond the Stars

Extreme Herder

Eye of the Storm

Faerie Bubbles

Faerie Caves II - Fyora's Quest

Fashion Fever

Feed Florg

Flycatcher

Freaky Factory

Gadgadsgame

Igloo Garage Sale

Ghost Bopper

Goparokko

Gormball

Grand Theft Ummagine

Attack of the Gummy Dice

Gwyl's Great Escape

Hasee Bounce

Hubrid's Hero Heist

Hungry Skeith

Ice Cream Machine

Imperial Exam

Itchy Invasion

Jolly Jugglers

Jubble Bubble

Meepit Juice Break

Kass Basher

Kiko Match II

Kiss The Mortog

Escape to Kreludor

MAGAX: Destroyer II

Magma Blaster

Attack of the Marblemen

Maths Nightmare

Meepit vs. Feepit

Meerca Chase II

Mootix Drop

Mop 'n' Bop

NC Shopping Race (AD)

Trouble at the National Neopian

Nimmos Pond

Skies Over Meridell

Petpet Rescue

Petpet Cannonball

Piper Panic

Pterattack

The Great Qasalan Caper

Revel Roundup

Rink Runner

Roodoku

Ruins Rampage

Scamander Swarm

Smug Bug Smite

Snowbeast Snackrifice

Snow Wars II

Snowball Fight

Snowmuncher

Sophie's Stew

Lost in Space Fungus

Spell-Or-Starve

Splat-A-Sloth

Stowaway Sting

Strength Test

Sutek's Tomb

Swarm - The Bugs Strike Back

TNT Staff Smasher

Techo Says

Time Tunnel

Toy Box Escape

Tug 'O' War

Turmac Roll

Typing Terror

Tyrannian Mini Golf

Usuki Frenzy

The Usul Suspects

Volcano Run II

Warf Rescue Team

Web of Vernax

Whirlpool

Wicked Wocky Wobble

Word Pyramid

[hensleylegacyquarters]

Welcome to Knick Knacks Nook, where an array of... eclectic treasures await. From vibrant bouquets at Andrea's, shiny rings at Gemstone Creations, magical toys at Father Winter's, to literary wonders at the Book Alcove, each of these shops has something to enchant every visitor.

No one loves books more than Paige Turner. As the dedicated owner of The Book Alcove, Paige dreams of one day filing the store's shelves with her own novels. If only that new bestseller wasn't out to distract her... Or that other one... And is that a new season of Simmerton?

Meet Kris T. Mass. the jolly proprietor of Father Winter's Shop! Here you'll find shelves full of all kinds of toys, from giant stuffed bears to robot kits ready to spark joy (careful with the zaps).

Be warned, however, as Kris is no ordinary retailer: rumor has it he's actually Father Winter's secret son. I mean, how else could you explain his mysterious disappearances during winter? Or how he always has the latest toys for sale before they even hit the market? Very odd...

Every piece of jewelry on display at Gemstone Creations has been carefully selected by none other than Sterling Forcarat, a Sim of exquisite taste, a taste that extends what he sells: one day he'll be the owner of the biggest and grandest mansion the town has ever seen!

Unfortunately, his plans for real estate domination are on hold until he has enough funds. If only happy couples could stop rubbing their disgusting love in his face, that'd be great. Too bad they're his best costumers. Ugh.

Andrea's Blooming Plumbobs has been a cornerstone of Knick Knacks Nook for 40 years. Ran by Andrea herself, this little flower oasis is considered by many to be what Windenburg is all about: a place of togetherness.

Andrea's floral arrangements have been part of countless weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, funerals, and on and on. But really, more than the beautiful flowers, it's Andrea's warmth and welcoming aura that makes this little shop the heart and soul of the town.

As you can see, each store has something unique to offer to each visitor. So come along, explore what treasures this little corner of the world has hidden and, of course, don't forget to bring your wallet!

Gallery ID: lostinsixam

[pfhwrittes]

boxing day sales? boxing day sales.

(boxing day, 26th december. for some ungodly reason it’s a crazy day for retail — my comparison for the USA/North American folks would be similar to Black Friday)

fun fact: B&Q never used to close for Boxing Day, that’s changed in recent years but I have worked boxing day before and it is hell on earth.

the boys working boxing day below:

simon hates it. refuses to leave the safety of the warehouse. won’t even leave through the doors to cut across the shop floor for a cigarette. man has nicotine patches up and down his arms. has shouted at four customers today for trying to get him to bring out stock they want. changed the sign hanging on the warehouse doors to “IF YOU’RE NOT JOHN PRICE YOU CAN FUCK OFF”. will be getting disciplined for his attitude as soon as the store manager can find him (it’s been 6 hours and simon is still successfully evading the man).

gaz is amazing. he’s sold 3 complete kitchens, 4 bathrooms and 1 bedroom already today. continues to charm the arse off of every client that he sees and poaches clients that are waiting for other members of the design team. the only sign that he’s getting fatigued is the constant mug of coffee by his computer and slight tightness around his eyes.

soap also hates it. far less successful with avoiding being disciplined and has been pulled up for groaning in the face of a particularly prickly customer. he doesn’t care. he hasn’t left the paint desk in three hours and he wants to go off for a walk. he’s frustrated that he can’t go off on his little jollies around the shop to bother his favourite people because everyone is too busy. will absolutely sulk in the staff room when he can.

price has a vein throbbing in his forehead. he’s spent the majority of his shift at the customer service desk backing up the team members that are being berated by arseholes wanting a refund on christmas decorations that have clearly been used. “listen, store policy is that used electricals get written off and the customer gets a credit note for the value of them. if they have a problem, i’ll deal with it.” jesus christ let this man outside for a cigarette before he strangles the next miserable twat with the fairy lights they’ve brought back.

[darksigns-exe]

Little Remedy - Girl!Noah x Layla (OFC)

Pairing: Girl!Noah x OFC Warning: Swearing, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering (f recieving) Word Count: 4.4k Note: This is a gender bent AU. Read at your own discretion. Thank you @deathblacksmoke for the thought and listening to my rambles about two pretty girlfriends <3

She’s got the prettiest girl, Layla thinks. The sheer blouse shows off the intricate lines of ink that cover most of her body. The high-waisted trousers accentuate her beautiful long form even more. For once, Noah listened to her when she made a suggestion for her to wear. And she looks gorgeous — she always does, but something about this get up makes Layla feel especially warm inside. Maybe it’s because she knows what’s hiding under the thin fabric, maybe it’s because they’d basically been on top of each other all day before they got ready. 

It’s a good occasion, though. An end of year party hosted by the band's label to celebrate the achievements of the last year. And of course, her girl brought home the biggest share of sales this year. As if she’d expected less from her. She knows what her baby is capable of. 

And as much as she wanted to keep her to herself today, seeing her all dressed up like this is worth it. The combination of the sheer blouse and the tailored pants makes Noah look even taller than she normally does. 

Layla herself feels a little as if she’s been put on a serving platter for all the straight men in the room to devour. She understands that this night is mostly for Noah and the boys to network, but she wants nothing more than to drag her back home and into their bed. 

She watches Noah from across the room, where she’s tied up in a conversation with both Nicks, something about the band she assumes - it usually is. 

Those long, slender fingers curl around a glass of something. Even from this distance, she can make out the counterpart of the bracelet she wears. Hers has a little N dangling from it, while Noah’s has an L. Layla had bought them for their first anniversary and Noah had been wearing hers since that day almost a year ago. 

The last of them, Jolly, comes up behind Layla. She’s grown comfortable around them in the two years since she’s met Noah, and she doesn’t mind when he throws an arm around her shoulder. 

“I still can’t believe that you managed to tie her down.” He shakes his head. 

There’s a snarky comment about her skill to be made that Layla elegantly bites down on. 

“I’m just that lovable.” She says instead, and Jolly gives her a wholehearted laugh in return. 

He pulls her in a little closer, “That you are. You’re good for her.” 

She wants to protest, but Noah has been very honest with her. She knows how much she had struggled when they met, how difficult things had been, and Noah is adamant that it took them meeting for her to find the strength to make it out of that. 

“Take the compliment for once. She was a mess before you met.” 

Jolly lets go of her just as Noah finds her eyes. She smiles, and it makes Layla feel a little funny inside. She’s absolutely devastating when she wants to be, and sometimes Layla isn’t sure that her love is aware of it. She thinks it’s especially bad when her hair is pulled back like this, and just a few strands fall into her face. The fact that she’s one wrong move away from putting her pretty tits on display for everyone doesn’t exactly help. 

But while her girl likes to tease and taunt, Layla knows that she’s the only one that gets to see her all bare. 

She’s playing coy tonight, Layla thinks. They’re still surrounded by way too many people, so in a way she gets it. But she’s been hit on by one too many band dudes for her taste, and Layla decides that now is the right moment to end the evening. 

They’ve been here for far too long anyway. 

She pushes her way through the crowd until she gets to wriggle between Ruffilo and Noah. 

“I’m gonna have to steal this one.” She says, sneaking an arm around Noah’s middle, “You’ve had enough of her for the night.”

Layla feels her squirm just a little bit when her finger pulse against the flimsy fabric. 

“And we still have unfinished business from earlier.” She adds just to torture Noah a little more. 

Opposite her, Folio turns beet red and quickly excuses himself under the guise of wanting to get another drink. Layla thinks it’s adorable. He’s so easy to fluster. 

Nick stays for a moment longer, and Layla uses the opportunity to let that promise of more dangle in front of Noah for just a moment longer. The topic is so horribly mundane that she can practically feel her growing more and more restless by the minute. 

She feels Noah’s hand wrap around her own, one that is still resting against her waist. Layla laces their fingers together. 

“I won’t keep you. It was good to see you, Layla.” 

He sends them off with a hug and a kiss to Layla’s cheek. They’re silent for a moment, as they watch Nick disappear into the crowd. 

“I hate the dress.” Noah says quietly as she empties the remainder of her drink. 

“You didn’t seem to hate it when I put it on.”

Noah detaches her hand from Layla’s and brings it to her waist instead. Layla shifts so that she’s standing right in front of her. 

She tries the glass again, only to find it properly empty this time, “I only hate it because you look too good in it. I couldn’t stop looking at you, and it seems like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Are you jealous?” She traces the backs of her fingers against her cheek. 

“Am not.”

“I know you, baby.” She places her hand against Noah’s cheek and carefully steers her down towards her lips, “Let’s get out of here. I still have plans for you.”

By the time they’re back home, Noah’s practically attached to her. She tastes like the drink she’d had earlier, something sweet and warm, but Layla doesn’t mind, not when her hands are so desperate to find something. 

She manages to detach herself from her long enough to lead her back to the bedroom. 

Noah’s just a few paces behind her, fingers still interlaced with hers. Those elegant fingers that feel absolutely divine when she works them into her. 

Tonight is about Noah, though. She’ll treat her pretty girl just right. She’s earned the treat. 

Noah closes the door behind them, and suddenly they’re tinged in that warm orange light of the way too expensive bedside lamps Layla had insisted upon. 

“Come here.” She says softly, and she can almost see the shiver running down Noah’s back. 

She follows, hands immediately finding Layla’s waist. 

“You’re touchy today.” She notes, “Pretty thing.”

Noah bends to kiss her again, “How could I not be when you look like this?” Her lips trace across the joint of her jaw and neck, lower and lower still, “Everyone was looking at you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” Another kiss to the top of her bare shoulder.

“Gotta show you that I’m all yours then, don’t I?”

Layla tugs her blouse free from the waistband of her trousers, before she slowly works her way down the row of buttons. With every button she undoes, she presses a kiss of her skin. One by one until she had to bend to kiss her tummy. 

“I could have sworn that you skipped the bra today.” She says, pushing the soft fabric from her shoulders. 

Her fingers trace across the thin straps. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits her, and it does exactly what she needs it to. 

“And give everyone a show?” Noah scoffs in reply. 

Layla presses a soft kiss to the centre of her sternum, “You’re right. They’re just for me to see, aren’t they?”

She lets out a soft little sound at that. It’s not quite a gasp yet, but Layla knows that she’ll have her there before the night is over. 

She moves to undo the button of Noah’s trousers and lets her shimmy out of the garment. 

“Help me with the zip?” She asks, turning so that Noah can access it. 

A warm hand comes to rest against her shoulder. The dress slowly loosens around her body as Noah tugs the zip down. She eases the fabric down her body, holds out her hand to steady Layla as she steps out of it. 

Behind her, Noah draws in a sharp breath. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Layla asks innocently. 

“Forgot that you didn’t have anything on under that dress.”

Layla feels her hands drifting down her back and across her waist, until her arms wrap around her middle. Noah pulls her close against her body. Her chin comes to rest on top of her shoulder, “I know you said you have plans…”

“God you’re spoiled.” Layla sighs, “What did you do before we met?” 

“I don’t know.” she kisses her neck, “But I have you to take care of me now don’t I?” 

Layla shakes her head, “You’re a real menace sometimes.” 

“But you love me.” another kiss. 

She hums a yes. 

“If you’re good, and you lie down for me, I’ll show you just how much.” 

Noah detaches herself from her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She sits at the edge of their bed. Layla kneels behind her. She carefully pulls the tie that holds up Noah’s hair and carefully brushes it over her shoulder. With a hand on her cheek, she moves her so that she can kiss her again. Her lips feel soft against Layla’s, she’s soft so everywhere. She can’t wait to get her mouth on her. 

She pushes at the soft bra still covering Noah’s chest. They manage to get it off somehow, despite their unwillingness to separate. 

Layla has her on her back before long. The cologne Noah wears fills her senses, it's mixed with her own perfume. She kisses along the length of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder. 

She knows where Noah wants her, knows where she has to bring her lips to make her sing. For now, she skirts around those delicate spots. 

It’s her favourite game. 

She keeps her kisses light and barely there, fully knowing that it’ll drive her mad. And when she draws the tip of her tongue across a pebbled nipple, she sighs so prettily that it makes Layla feel so very warm inside. 

“Don’t tease.” Noah whispers. 

The protest is half-hearted. They both know that she enjoys this just as much as Layla does. 

She brings her hand up to cover the breast she isn’t lavishing with attention already. They’re so very sensitive, and she’s sure that she could bring her over the edge just like this. But she knows what her pretty girl is so desperate for. 

Her lips trail across the expanse of her belly; lets her fingers trace along the sides of her body. She whispers praise against her skin. Gentle prayers to some foreign god to let her baby know how deeply rooted her love truly is. When she looks up, she finds Noah’s eyes blown wide, but focused solely on her. 

Layla presses a kiss to her hip, before she lifts herself up a little. 

“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” She asks and almost feels herself choke on the fondness in her chest. 

Her fingers soothe over the place she just kissed. Noah finds her free hand and tangles their fingers together. She pulls their joined hands up towards her lips.

“On occasion.” Noah kisses the backs of her fingers. 

“Can’t hurt if I show you too, hm?” 

“Would you?” Layla can feel her breath brushing against her fingers, “Please?”

Layla keeps their hands linked as she lowers herself back to her previous spot. She kisses along the waistband of her panties. The fabric is soft, just like Noah’s skin. She eases the garment down and Noah lifts her hips instinctively, allowing her to slide them down her legs. They disappear somewhere between the tousled up sheets, forgotten until they will shake up the sheets in the morning. Layla brings her lips to the soft skin just above her mound. She skirts around her centre and instead trails her kisses along the top of her thigh. Noah squirms a little when her lips brush against a little tender spot just by the inside of her thigh. Faint remnants of previous nights still litter the skin there. Mostly faded bruises left behind by her lips and fingers. 

One of Noah’s hands finds its way into her hair, not to tug, but to keep some of the curls away from her face. It’s selfish, though, because all Noah wants is to see her face. 

Layla scrapes her teeth against the inside of her thighs, drawing a pretty little whine from Noah. She’s so close to where Noah wants her, and really she has to force herself to stay away from her. 

“Baby.” She whines, tugging at her hair just a little. 

“You’ll get what you want.” A kiss to the inside of her thigh just below where she wants her, “Let me play with you a little first.” 

She pulls her hand away from Noah’s, only to be rewarded with another little whine. She brings her hand to her other thigh and gently pushes until Noah understands, and she can arrange her the way she wants. She’s beautiful like this, hair spread out around her head like some angelic vision of a woman. 

Mary Magdalene has nothing on her. 

Sometimes Layla wishes that others could see how beautiful she is when her head is stretched back like this, how absolutely addicting the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrung into their sheets is. They don’t get to see her like this, they don’t get to hear how softly she sighs when Layla draws a single finger through her folds. 

“You’re so wet already.” she says more to herself than to Noah. 

She knows that it’s not enough for her, but Layla is intent on drawing her pleasure out tonight. She draws her finger back down to dip into her for just a second. She takes her time, easing the tip of her finger into her. She whines with every slow drag, impatience lacing every breath she draws into her lungs. Noah’s hips shift, trying to find more friction. Layla stills her movements entirely at that. 

“Be good, my love.” She brings a kiss to her hip, “I told you that you’ll get what you want.”

Once she’s still again, Layla resumes her tortuously slow pace. She’s so pliable when they play like this. Her body slowly grows more relaxed, and Layla takes it as a sign to work a second finger into her. 

“Feel so good around my fingers.” She muses, “So soft, too.”

Another whine falls from Noah, and she clenches around Layla's fingers. She curls her fingers into her, keeps the pads of her fingers against that spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. 

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum on my fingers first.” 

She presses her thumb against her clit. Her pace is still so tortuously slow, but she can tell that Noah is getting closer. Her free hand rests against Noah’s waist, gently caressing the soft skin she finds there. 

Noah’s hand finds her thigh and grips into her until her nails dig into her skin.  

“Layla.” 

“I’m here baby. Let go for me. Let me see you.” 

“Please.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Noah nods almost frantically at her words, “I know, darling. I know. Do you need a bit more?”

Another nod. 

She presses her fingers up against that soft little spot. At the same time, she speeds up the circles her thumb draws against her clit. It doesn’t take much of this to make her come undone. Layla watches as her body grows taut, as it wreaks through her. The barely there noises that fall from her lips are all too enticing. She feels her pulse around her fingers, feels her twitching beneath her thumb, belly rising with every slow breath under her palm. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leans down to kiss the top of her cheek, “So gorgeous when you cum for me.”

She works Noah through it until her hand wraps around Layla's wrist. She stops her movements, but holds her hand in place for a moment before she carefully removes her fingers from her. 

For a while, all that fills the air around them are Noah’s laboured breaths. Layla watches her, eyes sweeping across that lithe body. The pretty images that line her skin entrance her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat that makes her look even more otherworldly. She’s divine — Layla thinks. There’s no way that someone this beautiful is bound to the profane limitations of this world. 

Layla gives her some more time to recuperate before she leans down to kiss her again.  

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, breath brushing against Noah’s lips.

She feels her hands wrapping around her middle, pulling her closer towards her, “You always make me feel so good.” Noah leans up to press her lips to Layla’s. 

“Up for a bit more?”

“I would hope that that wasn’t the end of it.”

Layla feels her smile against her lips. It’s dizzying, even when she can’t see her smile. 

“Cocky.” Layla returns the smile, “Let’s see how much you can take.” She lets her hands drift across the sides of Noah’s body, “Scoot up a little?”

Noah does as she’s told and moves herself up so that she’s properly resting against the pillow. Layla, still between her parted thighs, scoots a little further down until she can rest on her belly. 

She trails a few kisses up the insides of Noah’s thighs. Delicate little things that make her girl tremble just so. She’s so close to her now that she can already smell the remnants of her honey sweet release. 

She’s still so wet. And she squirms so deliciously when Layla draws a finger through the mess between her thighs. 

She gives a first tentative lick to her folds, gently draws the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh. 

“Oh baby.” She sighs against her. 

It’s reverent - filled with worship and admiration for the woman below her. The first taste always makes her head swim a little. She swipes her tongue through Noah's folds. The taste of her floods Layla’s senses. It’s addicting – sweet like lambrusco and just as intoxicating. She wraps her lips around her clit, sucks just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. When she looks up at Noah across the expanse of her body, she finds her already watching her. 

Noah finds Layla’s hand against her waist and tangles their fingers together once again. She sighs so softly when Layla laps at the little nub. This is her favourite part. She loves watching Noah unravel below her. It’s a slow, tortuous game, and she’s intent on making it even slower today. She needs to see her fall apart, needs to see her broken down to the barest of bones just so she can reassemble her again with the sweetest praise. 

She takes her time with it; allows herself to enjoy the sweet taste that floods into her mouth. If it didn’t mean she would never get to have her like this again, Layla would let herself drown in her. Sometimes she wishes that she could stay here forever. 

The world outside of them doesn’t matter. When they’re wrapped up like this, nothing else matters. Noah is so soft and sweet against her tongue. She continues to lap and suck at her; works her until she feels her thighs tremble and shake. It doesn’t take long for her to cum again. It never does when Layla gets her mouth on her. 

Layla pulls away, deciding to give her a little break. She diverts her attention back to the soft skin of her thighs. She finds herself lost in the way Noah moans above her when she sucks a pretty bruise into her skin. 

And another. 

And another. 

She doesn’t stop until Noah’s skin is littered in her marks. Layla looks up at her again. The sight sends a shiver down her spine. Her head is still tilted back, eyes pressed shut so tightly. The hand that isn’t entangled with her own rest against the softest part of her tummy. 

Layla runs her hand across Noah’s thigh until it rests up against her waist. She draws gentle circles over her skin, comforting little things that she knows soothe Noah’s mind. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks. 

Noah blinks up at her. Her eyes are a little damp already, but Layla knows that she can take a little more. 

She nods. 

“Words, my love.” 

A visible shiver runs through the length of Noah’s body. 

“I want more.” 

She can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so pretty and desperate for her. Layla drags her thumb against the pretty swollen nub of nerves. She gasps out a breath, hips coming up to find more friction. 

Layla brings her mouth back to core, draws the tip of her tongue along the length of her. She doesn’t give Noah too much time this time around and quickly works two fingers back into her. 

“Wish you could see yourself.” Layla speaks softly, “That pretty little pussy is all for me, isn’t it?” 

Noah’s cheeks somehow become even pinker as she tries to bury herself deeper into the pillow. Layla loves shoving it in her face, loves watching her writhe like that. 

“Maybe I should take a picture so you can see for yourself.”

She continues the steady rhythm of her fingers. It’s still slower than what she knows Noah needs. Layla wants to hear her ask for it first, she needs to hear those whimpered pleads before she gives her what she wants. 

The insides of Noah’s thighs shine with a mixture of her release and sweat. She’s trembling beneath Layla’s hands. When she works a third finger into her, Noah lets out a whine that shakes her to the core. 

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Layla taunts, “God, you look so pretty stretched around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.”

“Layla.” she whines. 

“I know, baby. I know. Is it too much?” 

Noah shakes her head, “Feels so good.” 

“Can you cum like this or do you need more?”

Her chest shakes with every breath, “More, please.”

“Good girl.” Layla presses a kiss to her tummy, “You’ve been so good for me.”

Another kiss to her tummy, lower this time. 

Layla trails another string of kisses from her navel down to where Noah really wants her. 

The taste of her fills her mouth. It’s so sweet and warm. She works her faster now, fingers mercilessly pressing up against her with every push. Layla decides then that she needs to taste her properly. 

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers from her. Noah lets out a whine at the sudden lack of contact. Layla wraps her arm around Noah’s thigh; shifts her so that she can bury herself in her properly. 

She can feel her pulse against the flat of her tongue. Noah won’t last long. She’s trembling, thighs shaking around Layla's body. Above her, Noah whines so deliciously. 

She finds her hand again, gripping it so tightly that Layla thinks she’s about to break a bone. But she’s rewarded with the sweetest sounds. Noah’s body tenses, flexes. Layla stays where she is, burrows herself deeper into her. 

She can’t help herself, she has to feel more of her, has to feel her tighten around her fingers. 

When she briefly removes herself from Noah to work her fingers back into her, she finds her girl a little teary-eyed already. But that doesn’t deter her. Noah knows that all she has to do is say stop if it becomes too much. But Layla also knows that she likes balancing on the edge of too much. 

Noah’s not quite there yet, though. 

And Layla is determined to push her as far as she can. She keeps her face buried between Noah’s thighs; fingers working her at a harsh pace now. Noah’s thighs clamp down around her, drowning out most of the sounds her girl makes. 

It hits her suddenly. 

Layla feels her squeeze around her fingers; body tensing and bowing off the mattress. She doesn’t stop, though. She pulls herself away from Noah, but keeps her fingers working her through her orgasm. The moans that fall from Noah’s mouth are breathless. She whines, gasps so prettily when she returns her thumb to her clit. Layla keeps working her until Noah squeezes her hands, making her look up from where her fingers are still thrusting into her. 

Her mouth hangs open so sweetly, tear-stained cheeks all pretty and pink, brows are pulled together, chest heaving with every gasp that falls from her. 

Layla slows her movements down, carefully pulls her fingers from Noah. She scoots, so that she can cradle Noah’s face in her hands. She bends down to press a kiss to Noah’s cheek.

“All good, pretty girl?”

She’s blissed out, eyes somehow glassy and teary. Layla isn’t sure if her cheeks are glossy with sweat or tears. 

Noah nods “So good.” 

Another kiss to her cheek, “Think you know how proud I am of you now?”

“I’m gonna need to hear it a few more times, I think.” 

Layla pinches her side, “Be glad that I love you.” 

“I’m very glad that you love me.” Noah pulls her down for a kiss “I love you too.” she speaks against Layla’s lips. 

It doesn’t matter how often she hears it, it always makes her feel warm inside. 

“I’m gonna draw us a bath.” she says, still so close to Noah, “Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“Stay with me for a moment?” 

Layla can’t say no when Noah looks at her like that. And so she stays and holds her for a while longer, her hand carding through Noah’s hair until she grows restless. Layla is glad that they’ll have the weekend off, because she really doesn’t want to let Noah out of her sight just yet. If she could, they’d be here forever. 

Just the two of them in the comfortable warmth of their bedroom. She’ll have her dream for the weekend, and truth be told she’s glad for every moment they have.

[scotianostra]

12th June 1997 saw The island of Eigg pass into community ownership when it was purchased by the Eigg Heritage Trust.

After years of instability, neglect and lack of secure tenure, the Isle of Eigg Heritage Trust was able to purchase the island on, largely due to the generosity of around ten thousand members of the general public

The Hebridean island of Eigg is second to St Kilda as the most famous of the smaller Scotttish isles. While St Kilda is renowned for its extinction as a place of human settlement, Eigg is celebrated for its rebirth. After overthrowing its eccentric, authoritarian owner two decades ago, this 31 sq km (12 sq mile) patch of moor and mountain was reborn as what is sometimes mockingly called the People’s Republic of Eigg.

This triumph of David versus Goliath has forged an apparently inspirational, sustainable community of 100 people.

A series of owners tried unsuccessfully to run some sort of business on Eigg during the latter part of the 20th century, from the Welsh Farmer whose Hereford cattle promptly died of bracken poisoning. Disheartened, he got rid of Eigg for £110,000 in 1971 to Bernard Farnham-Smith, self-styled naval commander, head of an English charity that wanted to run the island as a school for disabled boys, by 1973 the Eigg’s own school had only one pupil. Rather more successful was eccentric Keith Schoenberg, a dashing, Yorkshire-born businessman and former Olympic bobsleigher, acquired Eigg.

He was a charming, persuasive adventurer, who, over the next 20 years endeared himself to the guests by allowing them to perch on the running board as he drove them to beach picnics or moonlit games of hockey. One failed marriage after the other ended with him reluctantly having to sell the island in 1992 in his divorce settlement, in a surprise move he ended up bidding and became sole owner of Eigg, this didn’t go down well with the Islanders who were tiring of him, culminating in a fire in sheds on Eigg’s pier, with Schellenberg’s Roller inside. Police arrived but noone was ever brought to justice for the arson attack, maybe the Polis were just happy to get off the island alive rather than ending up in a wooden effigy atop a bonfire! “It was once the laird’s factor [his estate manager] who went about burning people out. Now it seems OK to burn out the laird himself,” fumed Schellenberg.

By 1995 he had enough and put the island up for sale, but refused to sell to the population, it should really be of no surprise that the knew owner seemed more eccentric than the previous one, self style Professor Gotthilf Christian Eckhard Oesterle was a fire-worshipping German artist and self-styled “professor” who went by the name of Maruma having read the new name in a pool of water in Geneva.

He declared it was impossible to own Eigg and vowed to improve opportunities for the community, build a swimming pool, and replace the dirty diesel generators that provided electricity with an integrated system of wind and solar power. The press discovered that, unfortunately, Maruma was not quite what he seemed: he was unknown in the art world, he wasn’t a proper professor, and he had used Eigg as security for a £300,000 loan at a punitive 20% interest rate. He promised to remove the island’s rusty old cars, but a pile of wrecks soon accumulated by the pier: locals dubbed it “the Maruma centre”. In July 1996, the island was put up for sale again, at an inflated price of £2m.

The Islanders Trust rthrew themselves into raising the asking price. . The story of the islanders who wanted to buy their own island was portrayed as a jolly romp in the style of Compton Mackenzie’s Whisky Galore, in which Hebridean islanders rebel against British bureaucrats. Eigg folk didn’t particularly relish this stereotype, but it captured imaginations and raised money.

Donations began flowing in at the rate of £1,000 per post bag; soon it was £30,000 per bag. Concerts took place in Edinburgh, Glasgow, Tyrone – and even Detroit – to raise funds. A mystery benefactor, a woman from northern England whose identity remains secret. gave £900,000. Most donations came from England. Outsiders were shocked by the feudalism that the islanders endured – the owners even decided which of them, if any, could eat Eigg’s seaweed – and worried about the possible fate of its pristine environment. The wildlife trusts, including the Scottish Wildlife Trust, were particularly effective at mobilising their members to help Eigg.

Meanwhile, the island’s Trust feared that Maruma’s German estate agent would sell Eigg to another international client. The agent described the Scottish islands on his books as “the Van Goghs” of 120 personally inspected paradises: “There is a sense of romance in buying islands. It is the ultimate purchase you can make, a complete miniature world of which you can be king.” Maruma’s creditor, a German clothing exporter, finally put the islanders out of their misery. After Maruma defaulted on his £300,000 loan, the creditor used the Scottish courts to force Eigg’s sale. His solicitors accepted the islanders’ offer of £1.5m on 4 April 1997. Finally, the people of Eigg owned their island.

Eigg has been hailed as Scotland’s most Eco-Friendly Island and the community trust are doing a great job of running a successful business, which includes offering accommodation, courses and working holidays for volunteers, you can read more about the Island on their website here. http://www.isleofeigg.org/

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

Lemonade — Vada Cavell

When I was seven years old, my friend , Vada and I started a lemonade stand.  Ever since then, she and I have been inseparable.

It was a hot summer week, and quite frankly, we had nothing to do. Her mom had just gotten back from the store and asked us to unpack the groceries. Neither of us wanted to, but like I said earlier, we had nothing else to do.

"Oh my goddd the weather is killing me!" I complained, putting the milk carton in the fridge. She nodded in agreement.

"Look!" she squealed, "lemons!" She takes out a huge bag of lemons.

"That's a lot of lemons, V," I laughed.

"Buy tuh-woo, get three free," she desperately tried to read the label.

"You mean buy two get three free?" I tried to raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes, "we should make lemonade!"

I got out her mom's fancy pitcher and a knife, and miraculously didn't get cut while slicing the lemons. Less miraculously, the juicing of the lemons on multiple occasions stung our eyes.

"Okay, we gotta add lots of sugar," Vada told me, tasting the pure lemon juice. Her face puckered up in a way that even then I knew was not good.

"I love sugar!" I smiled, pouring an unhealthy portion of sugar in.

By the end of the afternoon, we made one dollar an seventeen cents with our one sale to the boy, Nick, down the street. 

"We should go buy candy!" Vada's eyes lit up.

"Ooh! M&M's! And jolly ranchers! And gummies!"

That was also the day we learned that there's not much you can but for $1.17.

It was a devastating day.

Twelve years later...

"Hi Vada," I exclaim, running up to the shorter brunette, giving her an obligatory head pat before enveloping her in a hug.

"Hi!" she smiles widely. I love her smile so much.

"What do you wanna do today?" I ask.

"What's there to do?" she replies. We end up lying down on her trampoline for at least an hour, scrolling through TikTok's together.

"What is it with the Lana Del Rey, will you serve me Lemonade trend?" Vada says, confused.

"No idea," I confess, "but it's fun to see celebrity glow ups showcased by it."

"No, totally," she laughs, "You've totally gotten a glow up."

"No, you're literally hotter than the sun, shut up Vada!" Vada's definitely the prettiest girl I know. Everything about her is so flawlessly beautiful. She could literally wear the silliest most random outfit she found at the bottom of her closet and pull it off perfectly.

"You shut up!" 

We sit in silence for a moment, then an idea pops into my head.

"Let's make lemonade!" I decide. Vada shoots up excitedly, "yes please! Anything other than TikTok's!"

"I agree."

We set off to work, making (much better) lemonade than we made last time.

"Okay, first of all, your mom has a lemon juicing thingy now, which feels over the top fancy, but we should probably use it," I tell her.

"It's literally a thingy you put lemons on and twists them, that's not fancy!"

"Whatever, let's use it!"

We slice up the lemons and begin to juice them.

"Damn, if this is what giving handjobs to guys is like, I do not want to date guys. Honestly, not really into that even before this. Like honestly, they're not doing it for me," she rambles. Her rambles are the cutest thing. If you don't interrupt her, she can go one for hours about conspiracy theories, shows, books, songs. It's one of the many things I love about her.

"Vada, you're literally gay, you don't have to worry about handjobs."

"No you're literally gay!" she points a finger at me. I pretend to take offense, slapping a hand over my heart. Joking around with her is the highlight of any day.

"We're both gay, now work on the water to sugar to lemon ratio," I decide.

"Why are you turning lemonade into mathhhhh," she complains.

"Just work on it!" I exclaim.

"Anything for you, my dear," she winks at me.

We finally finish the lemonade after fifteen minutes of bickering. I'm excited to try it, honestly. I haven't had good lemonade in years.

"Will you give me some?" she asks, noticing I've poured myself a glass.

"Pay Up!" I laugh.

"Is $1.17 enough?" she asks innocently.

"Why, you got that much?"

"The exact same coins," she confesses. I blush at the fact that she's kept coins from twelve years ago that we earned selling lemonade this whole time. I've never seen her as the sentimental type

"Damn, I must have meant a lot to you," I tease her.

"Not as much as you mean to me now," she takes a step closer to me, booping my nose.

"Oh yeah," I say, "and how much is that?"

She smirks, taking the lemonade out of my hand and setting it down on the counter.

"Enough to do this," she cups my cheeks and stands on the tips of her toes to brush her soft lips against mine. I hate to sound like a stereotype, but I swear I can feel fireworks go off in my stomach. My arms wrap themselves around her waist before finding their way to her hips and gently pulling her closer. She tastes like lemons and sugar(unsurprisingly considering we're making lemonade). Such a perfect taste for such a hot day. I could get used to this. It's hard not to crave more and more.

It's funny that just a few nights ago we were making fun of couples on TV who were like this, and yet now we're completely totally a cliche.

"Sorry if I read that wrong," Vada apologizes after pulling away.

"You're not reading it wrong, don't worry," I reassure her, kissing her lips again.