#easter bonnet making

[art-time-for-january]

Easter Bunnyt (bunny bonnet)

I used some thin foam for a base and stitched some paper twine to make the ear patch, the second one went much faster after I figured out what I was doing… and realised I could coil the twine onto tape and stitch the whole thing at once instead of every two-three rows.

The patch was stitched to the ear only around the edge row, then I cut out some felt to cover the ears, stitching the edge of the felt to the edge of the pink.

Realised after the second one I probably should have left the felt whole and sewn the pink to the felt.

The felt layer of the cap was cut where the ears would meet the base, and the excess pink stitched under the felt to hold their place, the excess felt of the ears was stitched on top of the cap cover.

Greenery wiring was looped four times and curled around each ear, getting stitched in place before I went through and stitched in the beads.

With the help of my discord, I was able to pick the superior off-white ribbon for trimming.

Lastly (not shown) I finally used hot glue to add a hair comb on the inside for extra stability when wearing the bunnyt.

It actually has some pretty good balance.

[babypudge]

🐰 POV: You're getting fussy because Mommy keeps interrupting your egg hunt throughout the neighborhood by forcing you into dozens of surprise video calls with her relatives to show off your pretty new Easter dress, bonnet and cute bunny diapers. 🍼

💖 Each call seems to last longer and longer, with no end in sight, slowing the excruciatingly embarrassing event down to a crawl. 🐢

You're getting worn out from the endless demands to twirl and parade about for the amusement of the her extended family, most of whom you'll be seeing at the big get-together later today, albeit from the confines of your playpen and highchair - or while "Uncle" Roger repeatedly shows everyone his "trick" of making the bunnies on your Huggies "hop" by mercilessly bouncing you on his knee for several minutes at a time (seemingly unaware that Mommy is playing with the phone app for the festive "egg" that she hid in your tender little rabbit-hole during this morning's diaper change.)🥚 🕳️🐇

🔌It's surprising that there's any battery life left with all the fun Mama is having back at the egg hunt testing every possible mode your new "Easter present" has to offer. Especially since she won't be bothering with trying any intensity level below MAX. 💯

🥣 Next, it's off with the bonnet and on with the bib when Mommy finds a shady spot to stop for lunch and a diaper check. Seeing as you had the rare breakfast treat of scrambled eggs and cut up sausage to give you plenty of energy today, the minimum weekly quotient of "big girl" meals that Mommy's nutritionalist says you need has been reached ahead of schedule, so it's all baby food for the next three days! That tiny plastic Disney Princess plate of yummy eggs is feeling further away with each big, gloopy, gag-inducing spoonful.🥄

🐣 Back to the egg hunt! Mommy seems to finally be distracted with posting the morning's events to what's become of your old social accounts and sending photos to the group chat with her girlfriends. You're finally starting to make some real progress!🐣

✨You've got just 2 eggs left to find, but no clue exactly how deep into the neighborhood they might've been hidden. You're getting distracted by just how full and heavy your diaper has become, but you know better than to ask to be changed and just pray that Mommy checks your Pampers soon. With no small amount of distrust, you're starting to feel like there might eventually be an end to your humiliation - or more accurately, a momentary pause.✨

⏰Speaking of pauses, it might be Easter, but that doesn't mean 2pm isn't baby's daily naptime. You try not to throw a fit as Mommy suddenly drags you all the way back to the house and gets you nice and secure in your crib. You're relieved that she takes off your dress and bonnet so they don't get rumpled by your squirming, and your jaw is very glad to get a break from the comically massive, non-deflating teat of your least-favorite pacifier. However, you're still finding it hard to get any rest thanks to the smelly, sun-baked state of your soggy and itchy diaper - which Mommy decided didn't need to be changed until after her lil' lamb's beauty sleep.😴

👨‍🦰 Recently changed, and but already wet again, you're back outside with only one more egg to go! However, with zero hints from Mommy as to where it might be, your Easter adventure is far from over. Suddenly you get a nice long call from Daddy while he's out of town on a business trip to answer his countless questions about "my princess's special day" - including an egg-citing chance to give a long distance wave hello to the keys to your chastity cage, which are keeping Daddy company on his long journey, as usual. ✈️👋🔑

🌸🌷🌼🌹 All of today's video calls, plus Mommy coordinating with the neighbors to plant large patches of flowers that matched your eggs, successfully extended today’s mortifying outdoor ordeal for nearly two full hours past last year's lengthy search. ⏱️⏳

🎀 As with everything she does for her precious little Sissy, Mommy will try her very best to do even better next year! 💝

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

DISCOPUNK - Octobie Week #3 - Slice of Life

Well, that's one way to say 'thank you'. | Its tea time, innit. (Hobie x DiscoSpider Diane)

A.N: This was SO SO fun to draw and I'm really happy with how it came out :') - Also, I hid a lot of personal fanon-lore in this drawing so, here's some easter eggs below! As always, huge thanks to @the-kr8tor!

Easter Eggs:

Hobie lives on a boat with his lovely stray boatcats.

Hobie is proudly Jamaican (in my head).

His favorite colour is Green, though only Diane knows that.

Hobie didn't tell her, but somehow she managed to figure it out on her own.

Someone asked him, but before he could answer, she simply said 'Green'.

When he later asked her how she'd known, Diane told him it was obvious.

His carpet was green, and so was his bonnet, and his favorite shirt - to her it just made sense.

He calls her Duchess, since their first night out.

Diane sleeps with her guitar pick necklace on her left wrist.

She says she's afraid if she wears it to bed, it'll choke her to death in her sleep.

Hobie tells her that's not possible - considering she's superhuman. Green Goblin could hardly choke her out if he wanted to.

She doesn't believe him. She's 'not taking no chances'.

Diane only sleeps in high quality pastel pajama sets - with fuzzy socks to match. Hobie is the type of guy to turn any shirt into a 'sleep shirt' if he owns it long enough.

Diane likes her nails long, acrylic, and consistently manicured.

Hobie could never. After raiding Diane's extensive varnish collection, he paints every finger a different color. Sure, he could pick one. That's no fun, though!

When Hobie is enamored - or near Diane - his outline with turn her favorite color, pink!

Not only that, when Hobie's being a loverboy, pink origami hearts may start fluttering around his head - literally.

Diane knows Hobie's tea order by heart.

Another thing she'd learned by sheer observation.

Irish Breakfast tea, not British. One sugar, not too sweet, with the bag steeped a little too long.

He likes it 'her-coloured' - tea with just enough milk to match the tone of her skin. Anymore makes it taste 'like rubbish', in his opinion.

Hobie endorses tax evasion.

Happy Octobie Week #3!

Remember, if you have a spidersona, you can do whatever you want forever <3

BYE.

[ponyguru]

The Easter bonnet contest has come around again, and this year I came up with two entries! This was my first idea, which I brainstormed for weeks before I actually dug out all my tiny flowers. My vision was a hat patterned after a nightscape, with a moon surrounded by fluffy clouds made up of tiny white flowers! I wanted my model to be Nightglider, couldn’t find her, so I went with my childhood Star Hopper! The hat is held on by a hole in the middle, which the horn goes through! 🌙 This hat makes me imagine a flower wizard might wear it!

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

🐇 Deuce Spade Easter Headcanons 🐇

In light of it being Easter Sunday, I decided to compile a list of Easter themed headcanons for our local baby chick boy

Also, quick word of warning - I’ve never celebrated Easter before so I deeply apologise if any of this is offensive. I just thought that the whole aesthetic of chicks, eggs and bunnies would go really well with Deuce and wanted to write about that

Reader is female

Masterlist

Since Spring has sprung, you decided to tell Deuce about a holiday from your world and him being the sweetheart he is, wanted to recreate it with you here in Twisted Wonderland

🐣 Imagine decorating Easter eggs with him, just having a blast in Ramshackle, with old newspapers covering the surface of the dining table and a bunch of paints spread out. Deuce takes this very seriously, scrunching his nose up in concentration as a shaky hand carefully applies paint to each egg. You did have a wonderful time coming up with different designs but then Ace got wind of your little date and whined about you playing favourites (“Of course, she’s playing favourites - I’m her boyfriend!”) so the next day your entire first year squad (+ Ortho) all decided to decorate Easter eggs so you ended up with a range of colourful mismatched eggs that were worth their weight in gold.

🐣 MATCHING EASTER THEMED OUTFITS. Like obviously you’d have chick themed outfits but imagine also bunny themed outfits as well with him. Of course, you have to deal with Leona’s teasing about how you look even more like a herbivore now but you kind of predicted that. Also, you send every single picture that you take of you and Deuce to his mother (that you are having constant conversations with) and whilst Deuce is so unbelievably happy that his two favourite people are getting along so well, he could do with a little less gushing about him.

🐣 Speaking of Easter outfits, imagine making Easter bonnets together, using a hot glue gun to stick on little bits and bobs like tiny chicks, bunnies and fake flowers

🐣 You handmake him homemade chocolates that are shaped like little baby chicks and bunnies. He loves them so much that he doesn’t even want to eat them, only to get slapped on the head by Ace for being a whipped idiot

🐣 You, Deuce and the rest of the first (minus Jack) totally don’t get food comas from eating too many chocolate eggs at once, by the way

🐣 You already have a habit of making him cute bento boxes or adorable looking omurice dishes, but you decided to go the extra mile and put little chick figurines inside each one. Deuce feels like he’s going to cry - he loves you so much.

🐣 You get him a bunch of those wind up chick toys - the bright eyed smile on his face outshined the sun

🐣 You organise an Easter egg hunt inside Ramshackle, consisting of chocolate eggs, the eggs you decorated and plastic eggs with little toys inside and let the first years go wild

🐣 The two of you go on dates to petting zoos so that you could hang around with actual chicks and bunnies in a safe environment and also go on picnics in the park where you feed nearby ducks (not bread. Bread is not a safe food for ducks to eat.)

[cressidagrey]

Okay, first of all, dressage queen Isabelle? Yes. Absolutely. I've never loved an idea more.

Second of all, you make your own bonnets?! I absolutely need to see this!!

(I've always wanted to try, but my sewing and crochet skills need improvement)

Dressage queen Isabelle just makes sense, right?? Like, quiet power, impeccable posture, soft-spoken but commanding?? Yes please 🐎✨

And ahhh yes!! I do make my own bonnets — it’s such a peaceful little creative hobby when I need a break from writing chaos 😌💕

My horse has a whole collection lol. Please enjoy her easter bunny bonnet under the cut:

You should totally try too! Even if your sewing/crochet skills aren’t where you want them yet — half the fun is just learning (and messing up and yelling at thread 😂). I believe in your future bonnet era!! 🫶🏻🧵

[thebearer]

only because of the hints carm is catholic, i feel like he wouldn’t take the traditions too seriously when he becomes a father, or something. but i do feel like he would have a christening ceremony for the baby’s. i’m only thinking of a teeny teddy in this poofy white dress with her bonnet on (and ofc carm in a nice suit or something)

"This is insane." Carmen huffed, pulling on his tie. "I haven't been in this church since... well, Mikey's funeral, but my Communion before then."

You grinned, bouncing baby teddy in your lap. Her white lace bonnet and long lace dress, all intricate details and a little worn. It had been Sugar's before, Carmen's mom insisted you use it.

Donna was the reason you were here. Well, part of it. Carmen's family was religious passing, he said. Put on a front, went to mass on Easter and Christmas Day, but that's about as far as it went. Well, besides Donna's wine addiction which could hardly be claimed as a religious practice.

"I bet you looked so cute in your little Communion outfit." You grinned, pleased at the way Carmen's lips twitched.

"Shut up." Carmen said playfully, shifting in the uncomfortable wooden pew. "Holy fuck, can this be over?"

"Carmen, we're in a church." You hissed, eyes cutting around to the other parents in front of you.

"I said holy." Carmen muttered, biting back a smirk at your eye roll. "She does look cute." He hummed, taking Teddy's tiny hand in his, letting her fist wrap around his finger.

"She looks so cute." You cooed, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. "Like a little Victorian baby."

"Yeah." Carmen snorted lightly. "Surprised my mom still had this."

"Sugar had it." You gave him a light look. "She, uh, she said she went and got it when she was pregnant. In case it was a girl."

"That makes more sense." Carmen nodded. "I don't even know what we do up here."

"Just stand there. They just sprinkle water, right?" You shrugged, looking around. "They're not gonna dunk her, right?"

"Better not." Carmen's fists clenched at the thought. "I'll really be going to Hell then."

[dallasgallant]

Time period post: Easter

Going to try and get this one in time for the holiday! Like my other posts on holidays this is going to be a rundown of some base elements and traditions, of course families will have their own variations and it’d be fun to consider for the characters. (If they celebrate at all) similar to Valentine’s Day becoming much more of a ‘everyone’ holiday, Easter was experiencing more of a secularization. The Easter bunny really started to take off by the mid 50s and by the 60s him and Peter cottontail were mainstays.

Dresses and dress up, contests and queens-

Like I mentioned in my previous post, so many contests especially around the holidays. Beauty pageants, spring courts, it’s close to school dance seasons.

But Easter has always been a dress up holiday, especially in the south and usually among the women. Pastels and bonnets, ready for church and beyond. “Crazy/elaborate bonnets” were huge, there were contests at community centers or schools. Look at this winner from his highschool in 1958;

Eggs and bunnies-

So. Many. Bunnies. You will find them on every bit of decoration in every form; plastic, porcelain, plush. There were blow up bunnies too that were relatively popular (have photos of family with them) and sometimes chicks, like a hopping chick toy but usually it was the eggs.

Egg dying. (PAAS only 😤 they’re still around) kits make it even easier and accessible with little wire handles. In some households the eggs are eaten after, and yes it’s apparently safe.

Easter egg hunt. A staple. A classic. Difficulty varies on the age and so to the prizes, as with most. The egg roll is a very 1960s event… which is such a stick and hoop activity to me.

The 1960s also saw the Easter Bunny get cemented in the lore of the holiday forever. Having rose in popularity in the 40s-50s.

Spring-

A lot of Easter decor is general spring, with its pastel colors and baby animals (usually bunnies, ducklings and chicks). There is a lot of store bought decoration but it was a craft heavy holiday. And still is.

Now the lamb cake is a tradition being brought back in recent years by folks attempting in earnest or competing to make the most ironic and terrifying thing known to man. However there was also apparently a similar bunny cake made in a mold but it did not gain half as much traction.

Easter. Like Thanksgiving and Christmas is another major food holiday as well and the hosting culture of the time extends to it as well. Showy food, lots of appetizers and taking recipes from magazines or off packages

Toys and baskets-

Lots and lots at the time— bunnies seem to be more huggable and chicks are more battery powered. They chirp and hop and move, but there was also Hopping bunny toys.

Candy. Another major candy holiday with chocolate and jellybeans and brach’s again having an absolute monopoly.

Some families will construct their own baskets (what’s inside them) but you can buy pre filled cheaper options like with Christmas stockings.

Didn’t mention in my previous holiday posts so I will here but children’s books! So much holiday lore and good memories come out of these adorably illustrated books or novelty songs or even TV specials. Though Rankin bass won’t release “Here comes Peter cotton tail” until 1971 the song and the story existed prior.

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

thanks for tagging @energievie <3

Name:  Gigi

Location: Brooklyn, New york

What was the last thing you ate? Everything bagel with a cucumber dill cream cheese schmear

Do you celebrate Easter? Yes! New York has an Easter Parade and Bonnet Festival where people dress up in homemade hats and costumes to parade in front of St. Patricks Cathedral and me and some friends have a tradition of making some hats and attending. It is so so fun I highly recommend.

if you met someone who had somehow never heard a single song in their life - what song would you pick as their introduction to music?

I cry every time I listen to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac or Take me Home, Country Roads by John Denver so I would subject them to that experience

Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? I very vainly like having my photo taken but I really, really love taking pictures so I'll stay behind

How old were you the first time you drank alcohol? Probably like 13 or 14? But I've never really been that into alcohol

Do you hold grudges? I think grudges are unproductive but I am very moralistic so when someone does/says something I find insulting or immoral etc. and don't feel the need to confront them about it I do file that away as an indication of character and behave accordingly

Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Yes!

What would you want to be written on your tombstone? I want to be cremated and spread in the ocean so no tombstone

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[soufcakmistress]

Temptress

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

The intricate oil painting hanging on the wall threatened to fall by the incessant pounding of the bed frame. “I wonder what they’re serving at the pub tonight…” Sybil Freeman pondered as this sad soul rutted away between her legs. The Viscount Peters was one of her frequent visitors, and always tipped well. A lackluster lover, but always super sweet. The viscount shuddered and finally expelled into the sheepskin condom, with sighs of much awaited relief. Her corset has her abundant breasts grazing her chin, which have now spilled out from the romp that just ensued.

This is the part that the men come for. “Ooooh, the Viscount is feeling very frisky this evening. I’ll be sure to put those juniper berries in your wine every time we meet, sugar.” The short and dumpy nobleman always moseyed down her street for a bit of loving. Black and white men alike patronized the house—a house of nothing but Black bawds and whores.

~

London is a long way from colonial Charleston. Sybil Ravenel was one of eleven children to an enslaved couple working the indigo crop on Edisto Island. Keen on her surroundings and fierce about her family, one particular overseer would always harass her. She was very shapely and purposely wore baggier clothes to conceal her body. She’d managed to make it this far without getting whipped or separated from her family. The overseer was tired of Sybil spurning him. Easter Day came and the slaves were able to take the day off for once. While everyone was congregated by the fire, Sybil was caught off guard and gagged and pulled around the tobacco barn. Little did that overseer know that Sybil had been preparing for that day.

She sharpened this stick every day and hid it in the waistline of her skirt. Today, she made good on her intentions and shoved the stick into his neck. “I the last Negro woman you try to push up on. Bastard.” Blood drenched her apron and bonnet, and she wrenched them off and hid them under her skirt. Scrambling to the slave quarters, she gathered up the few clothes she had, tied them up and ran towards the harbor with all of her might in the dead of night.

Sybil understood sex and how easy men were guiled once it entered a dynamic. Men had few motivations and if it didn’t involve money, food or sex, Sybil found they didn’t have much use past that. She wasn’t entirely sure of her age, but she was a woman full grown. She had no education but she had the will to live and extremely limited means to do so. Offering what she had between her legs was how she was able to convince the captain of a nearby merchant ship not to ring the alarm for a fugitive slave on the run. She sucked his pecker so good as a matter of fact, he gave her her own cabin, left to be undisturbed until the ship docked.

The manifest was set for London Harbor, with a large store of indigo posed for shipping to the British Isles. England outlawed slavery years ago and all Sybil can remember being in awe of how Black folks roamed so freely. London was expansive, a different feeling versus Charleston. Attempting to navigate the streets, she bumped into a striking woman, with incredible cheek bones and dwarfed almost every man. “Careful, darling. Yuh ‘ave to actually look where yuh walk in this city. Before yuh get trampled.”

Needless to say, her life was changed from then on out. Bellemere Almodovar. Born in Jamaica, she was purchased by Spanish spice traders in exchange for bushels of saffron. She was so beautiful that she was whisked away from the auction block to accompany a lord in the Spanish court in the Spanish royal seat in Madrid.

Bellemere took Sybil under her wing. Showed her the ropes, how to keep herself safe, how to articulate herself, and recognize what the means to the end was. Fuck the frogs until you find the prince. A marquis or a lord having you for his mistress meant security and stability. A binding contract between the two of you kept the relationship mutually beneficial at all times. You provide the cunny and ego stroking, he provides the lifestyle. It’s plain and simple as that.

Until then, Sybil would stack her money. Her and Bellemere have expanded their stable, with an extremely diverse group of Black women with various treasures to offer. Lola and Liza Ibeji, the Sierra Leonan twin Amazons liked to play with the kinky politicians on Downing street on every bank holiday who liked to be tied up and degraded. Sarah Macenroe was a biracial beauty from Ireland, looking for a new home since her last bawd kicked her out. She was a contortionist, and petite like a nymph who loved to stick her finger up a John’s bum. And Sybil’s best friend Janie Smith from Trinidad, always quick to cuss her in patois. She was plump and shaped like you and that brought you both closer. Janie learned that she did not have a gag reflex, allowing any man to aim his prick down her endless throat with no resistance.

And Sybil. Sybil’s prized possession was between her legs. It was wetter and tighter than anyone around, and was guaranteed to make any man lose his pride before he wanted to. Her blue fingertips were a marvel to gaze upon and added to the fantasy. These English nobles ached for the chance of sleeping with a liberated Negro woman from the colonies. Her life was easy now. Fuck her regulars, and live good. She was free. Free to eat in any cafe of her choosing. Led her girls into any social gathering with their heads high and guaranteed to garner whispers and gasps. Music to her ears.

As of late, Sybil had been bored to tears of the social scene. Janie had just snagged her keeper, and she’d been whisked to the northern countryside for the next month. On this particular occasion, Sybil’s carob skin emitted radiance unknown to this world with the midnight blue gown hugging her body close. Her scalp itched under the powdered wig, and she daintily threw back her 6th drink of the night. Her girls worked the room as always, prowling for the next kill, and yet Sybil couldn’t give a fuck about any of these men.

She grabbed her sachet, picked up the ends of her dress and sashayed to the terrace. Some fresh air was needed. A cigarette she already rolled was pulled out and heavy footsteps lurked behind her. “Is this seat taken?”

A puff of tobacco smoke billowed in front of her cherubic face. A pleasant surprise that a Black man with a familiar accent met her. “Do as you like.”

The strange man quietly observes Sybil’s appearance. Their eyes finally meet and she’s enraptured and forgets to mask her intent. He’s very handsome, with a sterling smile and dashing garments. And an American accent. Interesting. “What’s a southern Belle doing mingling with English society?”

“I could ask the same of you. You’re like a fly in a glass of milk with this crowd. American?”

The gentleman wore his own hair out, a beautiful tangle of curls, and an emerald green suit that was immaculately crafted. His scent was alluring, and made Sybil want to know how deep his pockets went. “Yes. I was formerly enslaved, just like you. My father was African however and fell in love with my mother on a trip to the colonies. He bought us and we went back to his country to live. I grew up and wanted to explore this world. So for the moment, here I am..”

He took her cigarette out of her hand and began to puff on it himself. “And how would you know that I was enslaved? I could have been born free for all you know.”

The gentleman blew out the tobacco smoke, and gently placed her hand in his. The indigo dye. Permanently marking her as a piece of chattel. A former piece of chattel, for that matter. He kissed every fingertip on her left hand, and Sybil gulped. Her eyes became glassy, and she pulled away. She adjusted her dress, and stabilized her towering wig. “I didn’t catch your name, miss.”

Sybil took the cigarette back from him, taking a harsh pull. Why did this man make her feel like this? “Sybil. Sybil Freeman.” She had to get out of there. As seemingly progressive as London purported itself to be, Black men were almost never gentlemen and of the ton. He exuded high levels of breeding and class. His skin was gorgeous and he had piercing eyes that never left her….and roamed all over her body. He was clearly different.

“Good evening, sir.” Sybil gave the stiffest curtsy and zoomed away, flustered and confused. Something told her that that wouldn’t be the last she saw of him..

A/N: I totally forgot that I had most of this written up already LMAO. Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. Pleaseeee reblog and comment, love yall!!!

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[postnuclearophelia]

“I took up a conversation with a gorgeous country girl wearing a low-cut cotton blouse that displayed the beautiful sun-tan on her breast tops. She was dull. She spoke of evenings in the country making popcorn on the porch. Once this would have gladdened my heart but because her heart was not glad when she said it I knew there was nothing in it but the idea of what one should do. “And what else do you do for fun?” I tried to bring up boy friends and sex. Her great dark eyes surveyed me with emptiness and a kind of chagrin that reached back generations and generations in her blood from not having done what was crying to be done—whatever it was, and everybody knows what it was. “What do you want out of life?” I wanted to take her and wring it out of her. She didn’t have the slightest idea what she wanted. She mumbled of jobs, movies, going to her grandmother’s for the summer, wishing she could go to New York and visit the Roxy, what kind of outfit she would wear—something like the one she wore last Easter, white bonnet, roses, rose pumps, and lavender gabardine coat.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

[babypudge]

Hey Pudge,

I’ve been really enjoying the Easter content! You look extra adorable and you’re frilly dress and bunny diapers. The matching bonnet is what really put it over the top for me and I wanted to say thanks for sharing this wonderful adventure with us.

I just wanna ask, though, where are these being filmed? I saw some street shots in the gifs and wasn’t sure how you managed to not get caught?

Thanks! I certainly didn't go into these shoots without some planning, and I do my best not to bother anyone when taking photos outdoors. My goal is generally to just get the shot and leave asap. For the most part, I was successful and the shot in question was actually fairly safe aside from potential cars. (click to keep reading, it got kinda long)

I researched locations online for a long time, looking up the very last street at the end of winding neighborhoods, along with backup spots. I drove over an hour to the lowest population area near me, late morning on a Wednesday, deep in a labyrinthian suburb where the average couple both commute into the city to afford their house, so this street was dead quiet. I waited around for a long time and not a single car or pedestrian went by and every window on the houses nearby were shut, so I felt like I could pull it off if I was quick. I think it's important to avoid forcing anyone into situations where they can't avoid you, but if someone sees an adult figure dressed like a little girl at a distance who is gone 5 minutes later, it's probably going to be a weird anecdote at the most. The long street shot in the GIFs gave me a lot of visibility in either direction for anyone on foot, and there were no houses on that side of the street for a long stretch, so I had my car waiting to dive back into and went for it. One person drove past, but they just kept going and nobody came out of their house. After a while I got too comfortable and did about 10 shots on someone's lawn before stopping myself and deciding it was time to go. I probably won't be so bold in the future.

For the blue onesie shots, I was even more careful with my location. It was at the end of a very winding and steep mountain street without sidewalks that had two empty lots before you got to a well maintained area outside a private road with a very slow and unattended gate that didn't seem to have cameras around. I could see anyone driving or walking up to the gate for a ways off and it would start moving long before anyone turned past the blind spot at the exit. My car is once again right behind the camera waiting for me to pop back into. I was there for a while and only one person came out of the gate with plenty of time to put my street clothes on over the onesie.

Similar story with some pickup shots for the GIFs, it was on a side street so small that it didn't have a name, it just had walls leading up to a locked gate and was off a dead-end street with minimal housing. However, that is when I did indeed get caught. It turns out that gate wasn't for city maintenance workers like I thought, but a closed walking trail. This sounds made up, but it's the truth - a fairly attractive woman in her late 20s or early 30s squeezed past the gate and was suddenly on the other side of the street. I blushed, gave a bashful wave and she smiled and waved back before just going on with her day like it was no big deal, for which I'm very thankful. I don't feel great about it, but I can't say I haven't replayed it in my head since then. I think it helps that I use a professional-grade tripod and fit a certain body type, so people might think I'm a vanilla content creator making a wacky sketch video on my phone. Anyhow, there is always a chance of being seen, but I hope people don't think I just walked out of my front door and started shooting for long periods of time. Most shoots happened with less than 5 minutes of actual exposure and the looping GIFs make it look like a lot more.

[kumkaniudaku]

Patrice somewhere with rollers in tryna keep her man off her so her hair can look good for Easter Sunday. Or telling him to go slow lmao

“TJ, oooh…”

Terry presses more of his weight against Patrice’s thigh, pushing her knee closer to her chest. “Hmm, baby? You need me?” Fluid motion from his hips sends Patrice’s rollers smacking against the headboard with only a silk bonnet as protection.

“Don’t…don’t make me sweat. I need to keep my roots flat.”

“I’m sorry. Hold this for me.” A light tap to the bend of her knee helped Terry direct Patrice to where he needed her assistance most.

She hissed and moaned at the sweet stretch while Terry reached for the small black remote on the nightstand. One press of the center button put the ceiling fan on full blast. A second made it just right.

Patrice sighed from the wind caressing her face, feeling it slip beneath her head covering as relief from the sweat threatening her hairdresser’s hard work.

Terry return to home base then leaned down to capture his wife’s bottom lip in a slow kiss. “Better?”

“Much better.”

[jasonswh0rre]

Birthday Wishes AK! Jason Todd x MC

🎊: Pairings: Jason Todd (Arkham Knight), MC (fem. Reader)

🎊: Tropes:

Romance

One-Shot

Birthday Surprise

🧁 Special Message 🧁

Happy Birthdays, Future Birthdays and Belated Birthdays! And a Hoppy Easter too 🐣

Summary:

On a morning that seems like any other yet uniquely special, it's your birthday! Waking up to the tantalizing smells of breakfast prepared by none other than your boyfriend Jason, you are treated to a visual and culinary feast. As Jason serves up not only a delicious breakfast but also some delightful morning affection, you can't help but be drawn into the moment, celebrating your special day with love, surprises, and the promise of more to come.

Author's Notes:

I wrote this story on my birthday! I hope this story brings a smile to your face and maybe even gives you ideas on how to make your loved ones birthday extra special. Thank you for reading, and enjoy the sweetness and surprises within!

It was a morning the same as the rest but unique for you. It was your birthday! The sun's rays brightened the room; you slept very peacefully for someone taking up most of the bed, arms sprawled out and legs dangling off the bed; the only thing together was the snugness of your bonnet tied across your hair. Oh, you were a natural sleeping beauty in that bed.

Nose taking a whiff of the newly scented air, your eyes were wide awake. As the smells had your senses under hypnosis, you left your bed sitting opposite the kitchen island, and you sat quietly watching your boyfriend cook.

"How do you want your coffee?" Jason asked, and as you pondered over your coffee preferences, you couldn't help but be captivated by the view before you. The muscles of his torso were on full display, moving rhythmically with each action he took. The muscles contracted and flexed with a fluid grace. It was a live exhibition of human anatomy in motion, each muscle group working in seamless coordination—his shoulders rolling, his spine flexing subtly with each reach, and the distinct lines of his muscles weaving across his back.

"MC?"

"A lot of creams and none of the sugar," you replied, your eyes still glossed over watching him; you may have forgotten bedroom talk is only in the bed

Moving over to hand you your plate, he set down a coffee for you, only with a little bit of cream but a whole lot of sweetness.

"Happy Birthday, MC," Jason congratulated; the smell of the coffee alone perked your spirits right up. Looking at your plate, you couldn't imagine Jason making this for you. He had been quite the chef, but this was next level: blueberry pancakes, each fluffier than the next with a buttermilk syrupy inside, deviled eggs that were just as devilishly good, and sausage.

"You didn't have to do this," you suggested, but as you as you ate, your stomach would say otherwise

"I wanted to, doll, so you're just gonna have to deal with it," Jason said, leaning forward and kissing you, gently and yet perfectly attached to your lips. You wouldn't have stopped before he pulled away.

As you finished your breakfast, you watched Jason get dressed, his holders strapped around his thighs, and he strapped his boots on.

Holding his jacket, you offered to put it on him; turning around, he made himself accessible for your help, rubbing his shoulders when you were finished putting his coat on.

"I'll see you tonight. I've got another surprise for you," Jason commented; he turned around, hand wrapped firmly around your waist as he pressed you up against his chest and planted a firm kiss on your lips.

Pressing a side button, his helmet shielded his face; putting his hood on, he opened your window and left.

[ultimateaclrecovery]

2024 goals check in

2 goals for four life areas: fitness, fun, for others, friends and bonus function

Fitness

Trail ride four times - SUCCESS

-one short loop post lesson on 3/23, medium loop 4/14, trail with Brande 6/23(she bucked :(), trail ride with jumping 9/28, trail ride with getting lost 10/21, short loop with Margie 11/29. Hand Walked her the short loop. Ride in Cross country field by ourselves. I’m actually really proud of how much trail riding I did with my pony this year and often we walked out across the bridge by ourselves for a cool down. Lots of trail riding with others and getting brave by ourselves.

Ten pull ups- partial success.

Made it to seven before getting overwhelmed by frisbee and stopping and then vacations in the fall, but got back up to six before leaving again for Christmas. Much better progress than last year, but still a ways to go. Buying a pull-up at the start of the year helped tremendously

Fun

Camp 3 times - (close enough) success

camped with small batch 1 night, camped two nights in Yosemite, hiked in frisco for colors. So only twice but for three nights, and went to mountains three times

11 intentional whimsical moments (can be anything) - success!

built a snowman, made cornbread into ghosts and flowers, fun heart shaped hair, bunny pancakes for Easter, Halloween bonnet, pumpkin cheese ball, spider cookies, Sandy costume hair, Christmas nails, Luna Christmas costume. Mostly this is just list of silly things I did this year. Idk if I actually did anymore this year because of this goal but it was fun to list them all and reflect on the just for fun moments, so a good goal.

For others

Volunteer ten hours- did six, so partial success

three hours at food bank, gave blood ~3 hours. I really need to better here but it’s hard to find/make the time. The goal did help me do it all so at least there’s that

Make four calls to government (an email counts as a quarter) sent about four emails so fail.

Friends

Host 3 things, organize 6 - SUCCESS

(hosted book club, organized and hosted galentines, organized girls (Rebecca and Clare) meet the pony, organized my birthday hangout, organized adult swim at pirates cove, organized and hosted pumpkin carving). Having this goal I think helped pushed me to fight the inertia and do the fun things. Especially with the pumpkin carving so this was a great goal for me.

Mail 8 letters/presents - success!

(dad birthday present, Rebecca card. Sarah present, Ian present, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, mom’s birthday, Rebecca sympathy card ) I mailed/sent the things. Most were just presents that I would’ve done anyway and are just ordering things online, but it did help me send a couple more letters so I consider a good goal.

Bonus Function

Fix dry wall cracks - decided this wasn’t really worth it so intentional fail

Hire Gardner - success?

I hired someone one and they came several times, but I have to schedule them and reach out each time and idk when I should I do that so they stopped coming. And then I used someone else for winterization. So I should maybe find someone else for next year. I did get someone to mow my lawn tho! I first hired a small business and then the guy broke his hip and stopped coming so I hired lawn love, which I don’t love, but they got the job done for a reasonable price so good enough I guess.

Don’t wear socks or underwear with holes - success!

-bought more socks and underwear and have been throwing away the holey ones

Overall I succeeded everywhere except in my “for others” category which is a little embarrassing. I do give 10% of my income to charity so it’s not like I’m totally selfish but I don’t do very much outside of that.

[thelandboundseawitch]

🐣Ostara🐣

Ostara, or the Spring Equinox or the Vernal Equinox, is known as the first day of spring. It’s a time that marks the nights shortening and the days becoming longer. Ostara is similar to Easter in its aesthetic, but they are very different celebrations. Ostara often times starts between March 19th-22nd, it varies by year so make sure to check each year.

Activities

Plant flower seeds/bulbs

Spring Cleaning

Dye Eggs (and try your hand at making natural dyes)

Take a walk and admire springtime

Set up a bird house, bird feeder, etc.

Plan your summer garden

Altar Decorations

Bunnies

Flowers (and other plants), seeds, bulbs, etc.

Eggs

Ribbon

Chicks/birds/nests

Garland

Easter decorations

Baskets

Animals

Bunnies

Birds + Chicks

Butterflies

Baby animals

Colors

Pale Green

Pale Yellow

Pale Pink

White

Crystals

Amethyst

Aquamarine

Moonstone

Rose Quartz

Deities

Aphrodite / Venus

Eostre

Gaia

Persephone

Demeter

Osiris

Flowers

Tulips

Daffodils

Easter lilies

Peonies

Liliacs

Lavender

Clover

Honeysuckle

Meadowsweet

Food

Cheese

Eggs

Chocolate

Honeycake

Milk

Seeds + Nuts

Honey

Yogurt

Fresh fruit (especially berries)

Incense and Oils

Jasmine

Rose

Vanilla

Berries

Lavender

Plants & Herbs

Lavender

Thyme

Rose Hips

Dogwood

Clovers

Lemon Balm

Catnip

Spells and Rituals

Balance

Fertility

Growth

Rebirth

Marriage

Final Notes

"The character of the “Easter bunny” first appeared in 16th-century German writings, which said that if well-behaved children built a nest out of their caps or bonnets, they would be rewarded with colored eggs" [1].

"American Christians continue to generally celebrate Easter as a religious holiday, but public references to Easter almost never include any religious elements. Christians and non-Christians alike celebrate Easter in decidedly non-Christian ways: with chocolate and other forms of Easter candy, Easter eggs, Easter egg hunts, the Easter bunny, and so forth. Most cultural references to Easter include these elements, most of which are pagan in origin and all of which have become commercialized" [2].