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Still Life by Claude Monet (1872, Öl auf Leinwand)
#art#artwork#kunst#kunstwerk#claude monet#monet#artist#künstler#still life#stillleben#fruit#obst#grapes#weintrauben#peaches#pfirsiche#melon#melone#plates#teller#table#tisch#decor#deko#impressionism#impressionismus#famous paintings#oil painting#ölgemälde#masterpiece
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#Photography#Oct. 2018#Indoors#Distance#Fake Food#Fake Cake#Fake Desserts#Fake Chocolate-Covered Strawberries#Fake Stems#Fake Fruit#Fake Strawberries#Fake Chocolate#Glasses#Plates#Forks#Utensils#Silverware#Kitchenware#Display#Furniture Store#Merchandise#Carpeting#Glares#Signs#Decorations#Decor#Wooden Table#Wooden Chairs#Wooden Furniture#Food
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Pls pls pls more dead apple trio threesome thoughts!
Idk they're all just dramatic bitches. Or they managed to plan their first outing together in literal YEARS because of schedule shenanigans and decided to go all out. Doing it for the vine, really. The murder and mind games and betrayal were just foreplay.
#leo.spam#i will never get over rhe fact that Fyo kept some guy's skull for 10 YEARS#AND he gold plated it. imagine he just had it in a fruit bowl or#on a shelf in his room. imagine Nikolai putting makeup on it bc he thinks it's just the most charming interior decor ever
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#kitchen#food#foods#bread#breads#mushroom#mushrooms#egg#eggs#fruit#fruits#baking#cooking#decor#home decor#plating#curators on tumblr#li_fooddrinks
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I don't know who are designing the GP trophies but an alarming number of them are ugly as fuck.
#that dutch gp trophy was so ugly and unnecessarily huge and featureless#and this monza one is just eww in a disturbing way#the belgian one? just ehh at least they tried but why a fucking ship?#hungarian one is a work of art so im meh/neutral about it.#the british one is also a vase but plastic. the golden classical version is meh/neutral#australian one is a classic too but it looks like a decorative fruit plate#i like the canadian one lol#the spanish gp trophy is another fruit plate#the monaco one is a classic which is also a nice one#tiffany and co can sit upon the miami gp trophy for all i care#this year's azerbaijan trophy was also a vase but absolutely better than the other vase-like trophies of this year#the austrian one was an ugly vase#the sa trophy looks so intricate and is actually nice. at least it represents sth and is easily recognizable#bahrain one is british gp's young money cousin but looks more decent than the british old money one#from one ugly to another
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#handmade#handmade plates#fashion plate#deocr#kitchen#home decor#interior#fruits#fruit aesthetic#source: pinterest
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when the sun goes down.
New post on my Flickr(credits).
#virtual world#virtual photography#screenshot#second life#home#decor#sexy#beauty#lovely#hot#lingerie#bra#pantie#jeans#shirt#glasses#red hairs#sit#kitchen#table#fruit#bag#whiskey#drink#glass#bottle#plate#camera#makeup#expression
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simon riley started eating better when you two got married, surely he was bulky far beforehand, full of muscle mass that ripples in his body at every twist and bend, wide shoulders and beefy thighs, but with you doting on him and keeping an eye so he could eat well both at home and at base by carrying the adorable lunches you make him, he can't stop but enjoy the homemade goodies you feed him.
that's when he starts to gain much more fat, and simon ain't a type of man to feel insecure about something, especially not about his body that brings nothing but awe in people when they notice how big he is, and with couple of layers at his sides and tummy, he feels even more comfortable than he's been before, his chest gotten bigger under tight working shirts, stomach bulging just a bit when he relaxes from his stance.
gotten soft, both body and soul, there's no way he skips the meals that steam of love you make him, always something cute decorating the plate, different figures made of vegetables or fruits, a smiling face made of ketchup, pasta of different shapes and colors, cute toothpicks, you pour your time and soul into pleasing simon, shower him in your boundless care, and he's always grateful.
simon thanks you properly, spearing your tight pussy on his meaty cock, his soft underbelly grinding against your stomach when he pins you into the cotton of sheets beneath, his body enveloping yours with warmth and sweat, as you cling to his broad shoulders, scratching gently at the uneven skin there as he humps your squelchy hole, thrusts sloppy and deep, fat, weeping tip of his twitching cock always catching onto your gooey spot.
he's got the meal, and he's got the sweetest dessert, creamy cunt right between your supple thighs for him to feast after.
main masterlist. quidelines.
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AVON WARE English Porcelain Fruit Leaves Trinket Ornamental Dish || SWtradepost - ebay
#avon plates#ornamental plates#avon trinket dish#christmas gifts#xmas gifts#swtradepost#ebay#avon ware#vintage ceramics#vintage porcelain#fruit bowl#home decor#vintage home decor#trinker#trinker dish#trinker plate
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The milkman also does veg and fruit boxes which have different fruit and veg in each week. But to reduce waste you order fruit and veg a week in advance so they know how much they need on each day and only need to get that much, so when ordering I can see what is in the current box not the box I'm actually ordering, which means tomorrow I have a surprise box of fruit coming and I'm so excited part of me is tempted to check the website and most of me feels like a kid whose just hung up their Christmas stocking. Much like a Christmas stocking I suspect there may be oranges in the bottom of it
#we also used to get raisins in our christmas stockings i don't think there will be raisins in it but i could also separately order raisins#the milkman has so much stuff#and mystery fruit is fine because there's a lot of fruit i haven't tried#(i don't exactly have the biggest tesco in the world as my local supermarket)#but there's only one fruit i know i don't like#and that's those weird little not tomato decoration fruits they put on desserts at restaurants#that i'm still not actually sure whether i'm meant to eat or not because it was on my plate so i thought it was food but maybe it wasn't#i was fine after i ate it so i guess it wasn't poisonous#*
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#Photography#Oct. 2018#Indoors#Close-Up#Display#Fake Food#Fake Breakfast#Fake Pancakes#Fake Fruit#Fake Cherries#Forks#Utensils#Silverware#Plates#Kitchenware#Dishes#Decorations#Decor#Wooden Tables#Woodworks#Shadows#Food#Breakfast#Pancakes#Fruit#Cherries#Tables#My Snaps#My Photos#My Photography
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#instagram#pinterest#food#decor#meal#fruit#vegetables#dishware#plates#bowls#forks#cottagecore#farmcore
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⭕️Dinner Plates 🍹Serving Tray🍷Free samples🍻👉matorino.com👈⭕️
#home decor#dinner plates#serving tray#Stainless Steel Tray#Cosmetics Jewelry Organizer Towel Tray#fruit tray#dish tray
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Ideally I like to taste different aspects of a meal separately before enjoying them together. So say, I'm eating a salad, I'll try a plain leaf, a romain one. Then one of the little cranberries. Then a pepita. Then a piece of kale. Maybe then I'll try the dressing before mixing it all together.
I pass no judgements on the individual parts of the salad, I just want to establish in my mind what flavors come from where so when I eat them together I can differentiate between substances. I don't always do this if its food items I am already very familiar with or I'm short on time. I also don't always do this because I don't like when people notice and point it out. Sometimes I can do this covertly like when I'm preparing the meal or just my own plate. Say, I make a sandwich, with ingredients I am unsure I've tasted before, I just tear off little bits to eat before I finish stacking the sandwich components. I am a nor.al man.
#oddly enough i will consistently do this with pasta despite most commercial pasta tasting the exact same which is nothing basically#you know how there's usually plain pasta on the edge of the plate or bowl because the sauce is directly in the center/on top?#sometimes i do this even with the bits of food that are only for decoration? i forget the word for that. garnish? yeah. i'll try a piece#of garnish if its anything passibly edible like a variety of cilatro or fruit slice#once i ate a big chunk of ginger thinking it was a carrot slice#i know this is a bunch of nonsense and no one cares i just feel like sharing :)
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
(dad!eddie x mom!reader)
Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.
a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)
“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips.
Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls.
Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.
Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.
The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.
You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.
“You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms.
She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.
Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her.
“Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).
The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage.
There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning.
And he knew it.
Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.
“As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence.
You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.
“Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it.
Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling.
The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.
You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.
You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.
Wrong.
She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.
You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.
Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it.
Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.
You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.
Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did.
The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back.
Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”
You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.
Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”
Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.
She was giving him kisses.
Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.
Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them.
When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.
“Mommy’s turn.”
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