#bank holiday weekend

[dansnaturepictures]

25th August 2024: Autumn hawkbit, mesmerising Osprey, ruby guelder rose berries, Buzzard in a blue sky and a sunlit emerald wetland view at Fishlake Meadows today.

Other highlights on a great afternoon at this special place were Kingfisher, Great White Egret, Grey Heron, Cormorant, House Martin, Red Kite, Green-veined White butterfly, Migrant and Southern Hawker dragonflies, traveller's joy, water mint, forget-me-not, nightshade flower and berries, enchanter's nightshade, fleabane, bindweed, purple loosestrife, hemp agrimony, great willowherb, elderberries, blackberries, rose hips and enigmatic King Alfred's cake and turkey tail fungi.

[simplybybea]

This bank holiday weekend I'm painting a dinosaur mural and like it's day one and I had forgotten that painting a GIANT painting on a wall is an extreme sport and I have not been training sufficiently....

[chloezara11]

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Happy Easter Weekend 🥕🐰🐥🥚

Have a Hippity Hop Time 🐇

#easter #happyeaster #easterweekend #bankholiday #bankholidayweekend #goodfriday #celebration #hoppyeaster #holiday #easter2024 #eastereggs #easterbunny

[bryonyashaw]

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𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱!

(Photo dump edition)

[jamesmcinerneyofficial]

A massive thanks to our friends at The Cwmbran Centre for having words from The Poetry Project on display. Thanks to Laura for the share.

[selfindulgenttwaddle]

🎵Hello Friday my old friend!🎶

[iamdjgordon]

Assorted vibes from an Easter weekend to remember 🐣❤️‍🔥

[gonna-let-it-happen]

Who’s around today? Dash feels so dead right now!

[dansnaturepictures]

27th May 2024: Bramble flowers, beautiful views and stunning burnt-tip orchids, Chiffchaff and Adonis Blue on a great bank holiday Monday walk at Martin Down

My first ever Hook-streaked Grass-Veneer moth, Five-spot Burnet, Small Heath, Stonechat, Skylark, Chaffinch, Red Kite, Buzzard, a trio of Cuckoo, Yellowhammer and Tawny Owl heard, Rook, dame's-rocket, common rock-rose, thyme, kidney vetch, horseshoe vetch and early purple orchid were other highlights with Grey Heron enjoyed on the way home.

[mixedupmilly]

Happy Easter : Celebrating with Family and Friends

Greetings to those who celebrate Easter! I hope you have a joyous and fulfilling holiday. For those who do not celebrate Easter, I wish you a fantastic weekend filled with relaxation and fun. Be mindful not to overindulge too much, but if you do, savour every moment of it! Not sure about yours, but my local supermarket still has plenty of yummy chocolate eggs on the shelves. May this Easter…

[streetsofdublin]

BERNARD VENET NAMED HIS CORTEN STEEL SCULPTURE AS 217.5º ARC x 12

Bernar Venet (born 21 April 1941) is a French Conceptual artist who has exhibited his works in various locations around the world.

[sciderman]

just a smoochie

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the dreams that are @hedwig221b & @dear-massacre 🥰

Another week, another li'l excerpt from my current Sterek FWB AU WIP: you don't see me. Derek and Stiles are besties since college and roommates, and Derek is 'straight'.

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"Don't try to swallow," Stiles says. "It can be... a lot, your first time. Especially for a straight guy."

Derek frowns. “I told you, I don't mind –“

A quick, high laugh from Stiles' smiling, pink mouth effectively cuts Derek off, and he abruptly yanks the supporting hand out from under his head to clamp firm fingers around Derek's bicep.

“Dude,” he monotones, "just trust me on this.”

Derek allows himself a beat to click his tongue irritably, but concession comes soon enough, in the form of a long, heaving sigh.

“Fine,” he grouses. “Just let me know when you’re close, then.”

"Sure, yeah, fine." Stiles' agreement comes out just a little bit breathless, and he squirms against the sheets as Derek knees his way in between his easily parting legs. "Shit. Okay. This... this is actually happening. Just – take it slow, all right? And be careful with your teeth, for the love of god."

The hot skin of the outside of Derek's thigh brushes, presses up against the soft skin on the inside of Stiles', and Stiles responds with an instant intake of breath, the grip he has on his own dick through his underwear tightening for a moment.

Derek feels like he's blinking through thick, sickly sweet syrup as he tears his gaze away and up to Stiles' face.

"Feel free to smack me around the head if I'm too terrible," he jokes.

Stiles rolls his eyes. The intensity of the gesture is undermined, slightly, by the bright flush that covers the entire expanse of his high cheekbones.

"Obviously I'm not going to smack you, Derek," he says.

Derek huffs. "I just mean, don't suffer on account of my ego, is all."

“I really don’t think I see any suffering on the cards here." Stiles pauses, head tilting to the side as he tucks one finger beneath the waistband of his boxers. "At least, not on my side, anyway."

"We should stop stalling," Derek rationalises. "This is already far too much talking for a decent blowjob."

Stiles scoffs, another finger slipping in to join the first. But still, they simply linger in that one place, making no move to push the item down, tug it away. Still, he just lies there, with the hard line of his dick obscenely visible through the indecently thin layer of fabric.

“Maybe I’m nervous,” he says.

Derek lifts an eyebrow. “You’re nervous?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says, a shaky laugh, a deep breath, and then his boxers are hurriedly pulled down to meet the bunched-up fabric of his sweatpants, his dick springing out to bounce against his taut stomach. “Okay. Fuck. Let’s do this.”

A snort escapes Derek at the severity in Stiles’ voice, the pinch of a frown creasing between his eyebrows. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep another burst of laughter from pushing its way out of him when Stiles’ mouth tugs even further down, almost comically downturned, at this barest hint of amusement.

Silently, Derek lowers himself, dropping his shoulders and his gaze until he can settle properly in between Stiles’ inched apart thighs. He takes in the length of Stiles’ erection, stiff and leaking a little at the tip, and he feels a hot simmer churn in his stomach, a vibrant current running underneath his skin.

Nerves, obviously. Simple, inevitable – nerves.

Enough words have passed between them now; too many words, just like he said before. And it’s without another syllable passing through his lips that he gets himself comfortable, reaches out to curl fingers at the base of Stiles’ dick to hold it firm and ready, and leans forward until he can wrap his mouth around the tip.

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No pressure tags! @aurevell @crownofstardustandbone @lucky-bishop @renmackree @thotpuppy

[iman-92]

[beekeeperspicnic]

I've been pondering doing a crowdfunding campaign for The Beekeeper's Picnic later this year. I've run four successful personal kickstarters since 2018, but I've found the logistics of shipping out of the UK have just got harder and harder over time. So, I've been coming up with ideas for nice digital rewards.

And I think I've come up with a really good one.

Introducing...

Printable craftable Beekeeper's Picnic paper dolls!

With a printer, a craft knife and some patience, anyone can have their own retirement-era Holmes and Watson! Here they are ready for a fun day at the beach...

(Yes I did position their hands like that so they can hold hands, you're welcome)

Or perhaps Holmes' brother Mycroft can come over and they'll have a little sophisticated pajama party.

My cat Malkin befriended Tiny Mycroft immediately.

You can try to mix and match their clothes, but you will be met with limited success. Although perhaps this provides some explanation for why Mycroft is the better at observation and deduction - it is simply a matter of cranial capacity...

I can feel the 'annoying younger sibling' energy radiating from this.

Finally, as a kid I got really annoyed when paper dolls didn't have underwear as the lowest layer of the doll. I considered that the doll sets which had outerwear as the lowest layer were made by COWARDS.

However I wanted Holmes and Watson to have their swimming costumes as a lowest layer. Since I couldn't imagine The British Government to be very interested in swimming, you do get to see Mycroft's undies.

Never let it be said that I don't go one step beyond in my fanworks.

[little-smartass]

having to stay overnight at hospital because of an infected kidney: 👎👎👎

two different nurses in two different departments telling me how much they like my N7 tshirt: 👍👍👍