#big finish you are a gift

[yourlocalabomination]

Giving the people what they demanded

[cubbihue]

chimmy changa timmy, why do you hate muffins? am I missing some of the lore?

Timmy doesn't like how they taste. No matter who, how or where they're made, the muffins are all the same to him. It's frustrating because he knows they shouldn't be.

And each time he walks away feeling immense disappointment. Like something should've happened.

He does his best to avoid eating them, but, Timmy found that people react weirdly when you say you don't like muffins. So he eats them anyways. He's unfortunately surrounded by muffin-nuts.

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[cookiescr]

Goddamn just finished dragon age inquisition and it was so fucking goood omygod like I did not expect to get so into it like I originally just started playing it for friend who couldn't play it and streamed it for her by mygdo it was so good

SOMEONE COMMISSION ME SO I CAN BUY VEILGUARD ON NOVEMBER ! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

[tragically-jane-doe]

I forgot to update but my boy is done and he is beautiful

[ssreeder]

Hiii, I'm currently reading your fic 'leaving it all behind' (ik I'm like a few years too late, but hey) and dude, I have to give it to you. It's the best thing I've laid eyes on. This fic has me in a chokehold and wouldn't leave me till I've consumed it whole. AND THE LENGTH OF EACH CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING DELICIOUS AUGHHHHH. I really love Zuko in this fic. He's exactly how I imagined him to be in this type of au. Ur characterisation is top notch and I loooove ur ocs (alongside our beloved Zuko and sokka obv). I honestly feel so bad for Ara, my girl has been through so much psychological trauma. I really hope Cheng is alive, I rly love that dude. I'm on chapter 17 rn btw, and I am absolutely devouring your fic. Sending lots of love and hope u have a nice day <333

THIS WAS SUCH A NICE ASK OMG HI HELLO THANK YOUUUU!! I always forget LIAB is years old haha, but yay you read it & you liked it!! That makes me so happy! damn chapter 17 is a heavy duty one for sure - but I do agree Ara is super complex in a way I didn’t intend but I love OCs that take a life of their own even if they use that life to hurt our main boys lol.

ugh I love writing liab zuko and I know he’s a little unique sometimes but the boy has GONE THROUGH IT haha so he’ll totally be different and I’m so glad you like the characterization! thanks for this awesome ask I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!

[kirkwallguy]

Your posts give me the impression that the developers were trying too hard again, like they did with Inquisition, which ended up with a somewhat good, but often bad, or half-finished game. I don't know whether that makes the whole situation sound sad or funny. :/

honestly i don't even know... i think there are definitely areas where they overstretched themselves but im probably less than halfway through the game and have probably seen more of the companions already than i did in the entirety of dai. and outside of the writing it's obvious that they spent a LOT of time polishing exploration / maps in a way they didn't in dai. but how polished and technically well done the game is kind of makes the shit narrative and lore choices even more confusing because they Chose to do that.

[marmolao]

omg....... secret sakka in january.... @ina11secretsakka2022

@nanairomelette I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN i knew i had to make a piece for you I ALWAYS WANTED TO DRAW THESE TWO and yeah i hope you like it (even if i am like two weeks late) ((ashamed of myself))

the piece is really inspired by the hurt/comfort tag you wanted in a fanfic bc i also wanted that but im not giving context as always you just imagine what is happening

[sysig]

Totally unaffected by this gesture of affection, definitely (Patreon)

[oneirataxia-girl]

alvita's birthday exchange ⇝ for poppy @come-along-pond

ft. Deliah Miller x Klaus Hargreeves

"You're my person."

x

I hope you like it!

[desperatepleasures]

spent a LOT of today thinking about how good my kansumi headcanons are I literally became this image

[copiawife]

damn do all the endings of resident evil games suck or is it just the newer ones

[onbearfeet]

A conversation at a wedding, beside the gifts table. There is a large box wrapped in violently purple paper sitting beside the table.

Guest: That's a big box. Wonder what's in it.

Me: A custom handmade quilt on an oak quilt rack.

Guest: Really?

Me: Yup. Wanna see?

Guest: Sure.

Me: *shows pics on my phone*

Guest: Wow. You made that?

Me: Yep. Finished it last night.

Guest: That's amazing. Very purple.

Me: Yeah, (bride) asked for that.

Guest: Oh, she knows about it?

Me: I worked with her on the design. But she hasn't seen the finished quilt yet. It's a surprise.

Guest: So you take commissions? Could you make one in, say, two weeks?

Me: That depends. Do you have ten thousand dollars?

Guest: What.

Me: Materials, labor, overtime to make that deadline--yeah, it would start at 10K. Might be higher if you wanted expensive materials or some really fancy technique.

Guest: That's a lot of money!

Me: It is.

Guest: Did you charge (bride) that much?

Me: No. Hers is a gift.

Guest: A ten thousand dollar gift?

Me: Well, to the extent that I am part of a quilting tradition at all, the tradition I'm part of is that quilts can ONLY be given as gifts. Anyone who could casually afford to pay for the amount of work involved in a quilt is probably not someone to be trusted with art.

Guest: Art?

Me: ART.

Guest: ...

Me: I also made her a nice satin dressing gown, which she wore for hair and makeup earlier.

Guest: Is that art, too?

Me: I mean, it's got pockets.

[iknityounot]

(Long post, sorry y'all)

A little more than two years ago now, my grandmother passed away. She and my grandpa had moved down to my home town a few years before so we could take care of them. I brought them groceries once a week, helped them write checks, fixed tvs, and found lost things. I was really close with my grandma.

In addition to her hilarious personality and dry wit, one of my favorite things about her was that she was a painter and a crafter like me! She used to crochet, and I took her to the craft store a couple of times so she could get more yarn and books on crochet. But her arthritis and the shaking in her hands kept getting worse, so she eventually had to stop.

She kept her most recent project, a granny square blanket, safely packed away in a plastic bin. She told all of us she was going to finish it one day.

Her hands never got better, and when she got sick, and we found out it was cancer, she rapidly deteriorated.

After she passed, I went to work helping my mom clean out my grandparents apartment so we could move my grandpa in with her. In our frantic cleaning, I found that bin again:

DOZENS of granny squares, dozens of half used skeins. I asked my mom what she wanted me to do with it, and she said she didn't care. I set it aside and later took it home.

Maybe a month later, that tumblr post about the Loose Ends Project was going around. It felt like a sign--I was never going to learn to crochet in order to finish my grandmother's blanket. But they might be able to help!

So I filled out the interest form. They got back to me SUPER quick. And maybe 2 weeks later, I was paired with volunteer in my state (only 2 hours away!) and the box of yarn, granny squares, and my grandmother's crochet hook were in the mail. That was at the end of January this year.

Over the next couple of months, my "finisher" emailed me regular updates on her progress, and asked me questions on my preferences for how she constructed the final blanket.

At the end of August, the blanket was done!

I had always intended the blanket to be a gift for my mother. So I cleaned it up, put it in the only bag I had big enough to fit it, and drove to my mom's. I gave the blanket to her and she was gobsmacked. I explained to her all about Loose Ends, and how someone volunteered to finish the piece for us. She was speechless. (I was quite pleased with this, because I am not the best at giving gifts, so this was a pretty exciting reaction!)

She said that it was the most thoughtful gift she had ever been given. She said "your grandma would love this". To which I replied, "yeah, I know she really wanted to finish it a couple of years ago". But that was when my mom dropped the bomb of a century on me--she told me that my grandma had started making those granny squares OVER 30 YEARS AGO. She had started the blanket when my grandpa was staying in the hospital, but that was back when my mom was younger than I am now! My grandma had packed them all away, planning on finishing it, when my grandpa was sent home from the hospital. Then it went from house to house, from condo in Chicago to their apartment in my hometown. All that time and my grandma had wanted to finish it, but couldn't. First because she was busy, then because she forgot how to do it, then because of her arthritis, and then because of the cancer. My mom said she had given up on expecting my grandma to finish it. 

She said I brought a piece of her childhood with her mom out of the past.

And really, all of this is to say, if you have seen or heard about the Loose Ends Project and have an uncompleted project or piece from a loved one who has passed away--these are your people. They were so kind and treated my project with such care. That box probably would have been found by my own grandkids one day if I hadn't heard about Loose Ends.

Five stars, absolutely worth it!

(From what I understand, you can sign up to volunteer too! If you have time to share, it might be worth checking out!)

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (Dilf!Simon, your next door neighbor, reader’s around early 20s, Simon’s around late 30s~early 40s) pt.2

Just retired and move into a new flat, Simon doesn’t expect someone to knock on his door when he’s unpacking his belongings. With slight annoyance, he opens the door and try to dismiss whoever is out there.

His annoyance vanishes quickly when he lays eyes on you, young, gorgeous, gazing up at him with a baggy shirts barely cover the sweat-shorts. The simple apron on the outside looks incredible on you, the fabric of it rises and taut around your chest. Greeting him with a grin and hand him a plate of biscuits. A welcome gift for the new neighbor, you explain to him before leaving with a wave, hips swaying tantalizingly as you saunter back to your flat and close the door behind you.

He becomes closer to you each day, helping you without a word when one day he hears noises from the staircase outside, swings open the door of his flat and discovers you struggling with the heavy groceries bags. When you sheepishly knock on his door again, holding a screwdriver and fidgeting it, telling him you have some issues with assembling the new bookshelf you bought, he already starts his steps and walks into your flat, finish the work in minutes while you circling around cutely and trying to help like a desperate puppy.

To express your thankfulness to him, you invite him to have dinner with you, become a habit of yours when he shoots you a glance with a ‘Not bad.” but devours your home cooked meal like a man starved for days.

Sweet, beautiful girl, a year before graduating from college, expressing your insecurity about your future when he hinted that you can share your worries with him—a person who has much more experience than you— a while ago, he provides some insight and rational advice, swallowing back the words he’s been thought about for months now: Slide the silver ring on your ring finger with his name name engraved on it, makes you his missus and away from all shites the society is boiling everyday. A man alone for years and has low material desires, he has the money to take care of and spoil you without any hesitation.

He’s been fisting his cock whenever he hears your moans coming from the other aide of the wall. Hell, you don’t know how shitty and thin the walls are, the soundproof ability of them is imperceptible when it comes to louder sounds. Simon listens closely to the sounds, closing his eyes, head leans back on the armchair, trying to imagine how you must be right now. Hands in sync of the squelchy sounds of you pumping your fingers in and out of that soaked pussy. His cock’s so huge, even his own palms are just big enough wrapped around the girth, and an obscene growl left his lips as your whimpers and moans turn higher and sultrier, definitely look like a goddess when you’re weeping tears, stuffing your cunny full and craving for the release. But when you finally tumble over the edge, he snaps his eyes open and groans the second his name comes out of your mouth with such honeyed tone, crying his name in need and suppressed desire.

Simon jumps up from the armchair, heavy cock forming an obvious tent when he shoves open his door and knocks on yours impatiently. “Wait-Wait me a second…!” your voice hits his ears with trembles that can’t be left unnoticed.

“ 'S what you want, love? getting bent over by a man older than you and fucked stupid? Is that so, princess?” He squeezes himself through the crack of your door, kicking it close and pinning your upper body on the shoe cabinet beside the door, your legs dangling in the air as he drives the fat tip into your entrance ferociously, tight cunt still spasming from your orgasm and makes him grunts out a curse, “Fucking screaming my name when you touch yourself, hmm? you know you can come to me anytime you need something, like I told you before.”

He gets you cry out in pleasure without any concern of receiving complaints from other neighbors, wrapping your legs back and standing between your wide-spread thighs, leaning his weight on your back while his hips rocks unrelentingly. “No more, no more…Simon!” You clenching down on his shaft so nice and hot, milking him loads after loads, the angry tip of his cock abusing every spots inside you, and your legs are shaking uncontrollably when he finally comes one last time, satiated both your needs for now, and you the last thing you feel before succumbing to slumber is a gentle kiss pressing on your twitching, overstimulated clit as his seeds flood out of your swollen pussy.

The relationship between you and him deepens since that night,and he doesn’t stop you or protest when you wear the low-cut top and cute skirt, semi-transparent thigh high stockings keeps attracting his attention to stare at the bare skin of your thighs between them and the skirt, and wave goodbye at him with an apologetic expression before heading off to a party with your college friends. He knows the importance of these social activities between youngsters, so he didn’t get mad or upset, just kiss your temple, reminded you to stay safe and call him whenever you need, then he’d be there in no time.

You sure will turn heads wherever you go tonight, and though there might be some troublesome wankers trying their luck on you, but he knows you won’t even spare them anything beside a polite nod of rejection. You’re all his, you won’t feel the same bliss and love from those young blokes of your age. No one can make you feel as good as he does, they can’t make you squirt all over the floor when he eats you out at the countertop, no one knows how to lower and disperse all your concerns and thoughts like him, with his tongue lapping your perked buds and that long cock massaging your cervix, coaxing countless orgasms out of you before you fall asleep in his embrace contently.

So when you ring him just about 2 hours later, asking if he can come pick you up at the club, he immediately hops in to his truck, pulls up at the location you texted him. He doubts how your breasts haven’t spilled out your low cut tops, but he’s definitely enjoying the view, your cheeks burning from the alcohol, pawing at his shirt and whining about how you missed him, how boring the party was and you just wanted to go home and bounce on his dick through your tipsy state.

Good that Simon parked his truck at a secluded spot, so you don’t need to wait any longer, let him bend you over the hood and kneel down behind you, tongue shoving deep inside, occasionally pulls out and prodding at your pussy to calm you down from keep pleading him to just fuck you already and rubbing his bulge when he just wants to drive you home first. “Will give you the cock you’ve been thinking all night when we’re home, sweetheart.” He speaks against your slick pussy lips before diving back to lick every drop of your sugary juices again.

[cesium-sheep]

something feels very bad and it feels like it's in my brain but my body's been shutting down for days so it's probably that. no telling if it's a proportionate emotional response to a terrible experience or a neurological symptom of being Precariously Ill.

[chariaki]

Winter Love.

Husband!Nanami Kento who only wears a glove on one hand, leaving his other hand bare because he loves to bask in the feeling of his fingers holding your bare hands.

Husband!Kento who tucks both your hands inside the pocket of his coat and gently rubs his fingers on yours.

Husband!Kento who always ties your scarf on your neck in a cute ribbon for you, then holds your face in his big hands, squishes your cheeks while kissing you nose, then to your lips.

Husband!Kento who happily rolls big snowballs for you, collects sticks, rocks and loves building snowmen, snowcats, snowdogs with you.

Husband!Kento who had a hearty laugh when you showed him a snowman you built and you said it was him. The said snowman you built had biceps, triceps, abs, a chiseled face, Kento's necktie wrapped around the snowman's neck, and for a finishing touch, you even added (sun)glasses.

Husband!Kento who keeps you warm in bed by spooning you. His big body effortlessly engulfing the whole of you. His head breathing in your nape, his arms hugging your waist, hands rubbing your tummy and groping you breasts. He has leg hovered on top of yours, you can easily feel him on your lower back.

Husband!Kento who sleeps so well when he hugs you like that, he can't help but get a hard-on with how soft and complying you were to him.

Husband!Kento who joins a knitting club to make you a cute and comfy sweater, unaware that it would be filled with doting mothers who ask about everything about him and you.

Husband!Kento who proudly tells flexes you to them. How beautiful, kind, soft, sweet, smart and beautiful you truly are.

Husband!Kento who easily bonds well with those moms and made a lot of progress with your sweater, because the moms insisted on helping, all excited to see you surprised by your sweet and hardworking husband.

Husband!Kento who of course, hand wraps your sweater in your favorite pattern wrapped with a cute big bow of your favorite colour. Inside the sweater contained a letter in long paragraphs about how much he adores you, loves you, cherishes you and is grateful for you.

Husband!Kento who decorated his letter with a lot of hand drawn hearts!!!

Husband!Kento who sprays his perfume on your sweater.

Husband!Kento who happily reports to his mom friends how happy you were about his gifts, and thanked them by inviting to grab food with them to officially meet you!!!!