#handmade oven

[ultrabrite-dl]

So I found this little guy while I was out?

He looked lost and thirty so I brought him home and gave him a bit of water

...ok, maybe it was impolite of me to eat those crisps in front of him....

Aww~ he's drawing something for me!

Huuhhhh....

BITE ME ONE MORE TIME AND YOU'RE GOING IN THE OVEN YOU LITTLE SHI-

[alphashley14]

Ohhh my goodness I’m in love.

I made Dead Beat Earrings!!! 🤩🩷💛

They came out so much better than I expected them to! 😭

[doodleyfish]

Let's Make Fresno Nightcrawlers ⚫️ ⚫️

I used Sculpey III glow in the dark clay for the body and black Sculpey Premo for the eyes.

I massed out ~8g for the body (totally optional. I just like repeatability). Then I rolled the clay into a ball, squished it, and shaped it into a rectangle. I cut part of the body in half to make the legs. Finally, I added a couple balls of black clay for the eyes.

This clay ATE dust and dirt. I tried to get it off with rubbing alcohol, but it was too embedded 😭

When you bake your clay, check the packaging for directions.

I used Miniwax Polycrylic to glaze my figures. I've been having problems with it creating tiny air bubbles on all of my figures. It didn't do that when I first bought it. I bought a second, theoretically, fresher can, and it's still happening. If anybody has tips, please share 🙏 I don't have the set up to use UV resin.

The glow on these guys is INSANE! It doesn't even need to be pitch black to see the glow!

[grandmacottage]

Handmade Strawberry Thief Oven Mitt by LongPondMade

[crabanarchy]

when i first moved into my own house i was a. 16 b. completely and utterly broken as a person and c. for the first time in a very long time, not starving and completely in control of what i ate. i could have anything. as long as it was home brand and under 5 dollars. that version of me sucked to be and to be around, and most of my food adventures were heinous and gave me food poisoning, but i have to say: he went off with kangaroo meat souvlaki. he was actually right on the money

[happyhumannoises2]

Korok terrarium I made for my desk :)

[lost-spells]

I didn’t feel like editing the text to look real.

[fearofgodandtolkien]

D'AWWWWWWWWWWWW

Dungeon Meshi Christmas Gift Exchange by Ryoko Kui

Gifts Picked on the Left and who received on the right

After the exchange

Fun fact from Kui's blog: She had to swap Lycion and Fleki's gifts because they ended up getting themselves in the raffle everyone else was random

[theycallmebk]

Contemporary Pool - Lap Large trendy indoor stamped concrete and rectangular lap hot tub photo

[kitchenbestreviews]

Best Rated Oven Mitts – Super Durable Choices

Our selections of the best rated oven mitts are made of durable materials that are designed to withstand regular use over time.

[doctor-rapture]

Farmhouse Kitchen San Luis Obispo

Example of a rustic u-shaped enclosed kitchen design with stainless steel appliances, an undermount sink, raised-panel cabinets, white cabinets, limestone countertops, and white backsplash.

[raikoh14]

Contemporary Pool - Lap Large trendy indoor stamped concrete and rectangular lap hot tub photo

[harringtonsbnbg]

Juno • S.H

♡ a/n: oh hi! my first steve oneshot ever! I'm a little bit nervous but drunk enough to not care! hope however read this, likes it!

♡ pairing: boyfriend!steve x girlfriend!reader

♡ summary: While waiting for Steve’s pie to get ready, you and him spend some time together, talking about (and experiencing) making babies.

♡ warnings: inspired by the song Juno by Sabrina Carpenter, established relationship, kissing, no use of y/n, SMUT, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, pillow talk, breef talk of pregnancy. This oneshot is +18, therefore MDNI!

♡ word count: 1700k

♡ dividers by: @cafekitsune

“I can feel you staring, you know?”

You couldn't help it, not when Steve was bending over the balcony of his kitchen, carefully cutting out the pie dough to make some kind of pie art that he insisted to keep as a surprise from you.

“Oh I do, but you know, your butt looks really amazing on those pants”

“Oh my god, you're making me feel so objectified right now.” He scoffed.

You let out a laugh as you let your head fall back, and waited patiently for Steve to finish his handmade art. You got back to your book, quickly remembered since you couldn't stare at your boyfriend for too long.

As the minutes passed by you got immersed in the story, not hearing Steve closing the oven, or even his steps to your direction, surprising you as he laid between your legs on the couch. You raised the book to the height of your forehead, making a little book cabin, and Steve got even closer as he passed under it.

“Hi” He said as your noses touched.

“Hi, pretty” You smiled.

He kissed you softly, not a worry in the world as he was in the arms of his favorite person, with a delicious pie ready in about 30 minutes.

You closed the book and put it away on the coffee table, running a hand through his hair and the other on his soft cheek.

You let out a sigh followed by a whine when he squeezed your waist, deepening the kiss and let his tongue roll over your mouth.

God, you love him so much, that sometimes feels like words weren't enough, you needed to show him physically, you wished he could mark you forever, and you him. As delusional as it sounds, you wished you could impregnate him, but were also happy with the idea of him impregnating you.

As Steve leads a trace of hot, open mouth kisses through your jaw and neck, you let your mind wonder, already drunk in love and lust.

“I love when you do that” You said, feeling Steve work harder on a spot to leave it a mark.

He hummed and then asked “Why is that?”

“Because you always leave a mark. I love it, it feels like you are marking me forever.” 

Your doe passionate eyes made his stomach flip, and Steve wondered if he could possibly be more in love with you.

Kissing him again, this time hungrier and if it's possible, more love, you let your hands travel down his shirt, going under it to gently scratch the skin on his ribs, making him shiver.

“I wish I could mark you forever.” Steve said in a brief moment when his mouth wasn't glued to your body.

Taking off his shirt and helping you with yours, Steve came down to your chest, feeling the hot skin and your hard nipples against him. With the urge to feel him closer, you started to push his sweater pants and boxers down, signaling to him to do the same with your pants.

Retracting your hands from his waistband, Steve only took off your clothes, with patience and a grin on his face.

“Calm down baby, we're in no rush.” 

You whine and was about to protest when he went down at your nipples, nibbling and sucking with such desire, taking his time with each one of them, then leaving a track of kisses and bites all over your stomach and inner thighs, getting closer to your core and making you shiver and squirm under his touch.

Wasting no time, Steve got between your legs in a heartbeat, working his lips and tongue, as you were sighing and finding his hair to pull.

With one hand looking for yours to interlace your fingers, his other was at your entrance, circling around, threatening to get in just to see your frustrating face when he didn't.

“Steve…” You tried to sound like a threat, but it came out as a desperate moan.

As he sucked your clit harder, his fingers finally founded their way in, making you gasp and pull at his hair with satisfaction, letting the most filthy sounds escape your open mouth.

You clenched around his fingers and buckled up your hips in his direction, in a urge to find even more pleasure, feeling Steve curving his fingers inside you.

“Yeah…” You sighed. “You’re always making me feel so good.”

“I know baby, it’s because I love you so much.”

Changing the pace of his tongue and the angle of his fingers, Steve was making you feel overwhelmed, rolling your eyes and letting out the pathetic moans and whines that he loved so much to hear. Steve moved your intertwined hands to your lower belly, applying pressure and making you get to the final stroke, moving your hips in his direction as you let out a high pitched moan and let your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling overwhelmed when he didn't stop stimulating you.

Your hands find his cheeks to push him up, smiling as you see his face half covered in your shining juices. As you open your mouth to speak, Steve attacks your lips in a hurry, passionate and deliciously wet kiss, making you gasp and melt again on his arms.

You could feel his hard dick every time he would stroke his hips into yours, and as you push your hips up as well, Steve fought hard for not to come in his pants.

Breaking up the kiss, he swiftly let go of his sweatpants and underwear, leaving his more than ready member free, gasping as it made contact with your warm tight. Your right hand grab his dick, slowly stroking it’s already wet tip, spreading his pre cum along his lenght. Steve let out a moan whenever your tumb come by his tip, and you just love hearing him beg for you to do something about his painful boner.

Feeling satisfied with his misery, you led his dick to you entrace, sighing when Steve start pushing into you and making you feel full. When he was fully inside, you pushed him into a hearty kiss that turn into a mess of moans and sighs as he start moving ina delicious and slow pace.

“Have you ever imagined-” You interrupted yourself with a high pungent moan when Steve touched a specific spot inside you. “Have you ever imagined what our kids would look like?” 

“Don’t say that.” Steve whined as he melted and hide his face in the conjecture of your neck and shoulder. 

“I’m serious, imagine two of me to make you go crazy. You would die!” You smiled trhough your panting breath.

“Oh, I would die with a smile.” Steve kissed your cheek. “I think about it every time baby, you have no idea how much I dream about it.”

You got lost in your line of though when your boyfriend change the pace, fast and mercly hitting your favorite spot, making you leave half moon marks on his back, showing the amount of pleasure he was giving to you.

“Would you let me but some babies inside you, my love?” He asked, the front of his face glued to the side of yours, following the movements of your body.

“Yes, please! I’m dying for you to give me more than butterflies!” You got your eyes rolling just thinking about it.

“Oh God, I’m going to fill you up every night, until you’re full with our babies” You feel yourself clenching around him at his words, and his strokes started to come in a erratic rhythm.  

“Stevie!” You whined when Steve found your weak spot righ under your ear, and combined with his tumb over your clit was making you close to reach your second orgasm. 

With Steve hitting you so deeply while his hand worked hard on your clit and his mouth on your neck, you couldn’t take for too long until you started combusting in a hot mess of moans and whines with him, feeling his cum going deep inside you when he kept stroking, making sure every last drop wouldn’t got to waste.

You search for his face that was hiding in your neck, longing for a kiss wicht he gave to you without a second though, melting into it with and let his body relax on top of yours. 

“I meant it” You say as your both breaths got serene. “I’ve been imagining what they would look like, and I’m getting lovesick over perfect little versions of us who doesn't even exist yet!”

“I meant it too, babe.” Steve got out of the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. “I dream about having kids with you basically since the day we’ve met.”

“Well I guess we’ll just to try every single freaky position out there, just to make sure, right?” 

“Yeah right, couldn’t loose the chance!” Steve attack your face with kisses as you let out a laugh, pulling his hair.

The timer of the oven going off got you out of your little buble, forcing Steve to detlange himself from you as he rushed to get his pie before it burns.

“No! Stay for like, five more minutes!” You pout.

“I know this trap already babe,” He laughed. “Come with me, I made it just for you!”

He pulled his sweatpants back on and you grabbed his shirt and underwear, rushing after him to the kitchen, patiently waiting for him to reveal the secret adornments he had made on the top of the pie. When Steve pulled the pie out of the oven, you just wanted to jump on him out of cuteness and love, God he knew how to be adorable.

The dough that sat on the top of the pie was full of heart shaped pieces, adorning even the edges that started to turn into a darker shade, and you cold see the cherry filling through some blank spaces.

“Oh Steve, this is so adorably beautiful, I love it!” You could cry out of his sweetness with you. “I love you. So much.”

You kissed him passionately, wishing you could transfer all your love through it.

“I think I love you more, I mean look at this pie, you think you can compete with that?”

thank you for reading! if you enjoy it, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! see you soon! ♡

[ahmedsal-1qa]

A Story of Struggle: A Mother’s Battle in the Time of War and Displacement

In a life filled with pain and oppression 😔, in a time that has taken everything from us 💔, we were forced to flee our home 🏚️, leaving behind our memories and sense of safety 🥀. Now, we find ourselves facing a new reality full of endless challenges 😓. Amidst all this, my wife stands like a rock 🪨, defying the harsh winds 🌬️, turning pain into strength 💪, and ashes into hope 🌟.

She sits in front of a handmade clay oven 🍞, in a simple place that doesn't protect us from the cold ❄️ or heat 🌞, baking bread for us with patience and love 🧡. Despite the harsh conditions 😣, and the war that has destroyed our dreams 💥, she continues to fight to provide for our children 👶👦👧. Her hands, worn out by hard labor 🖐️, have never stopped giving 💖, carrying in every loaf a story of endurance 💪, struggle 🌱, and renewed hope 🌈.

These photos are not just fleeting moments 📸 — they are a testament to the daily suffering we endure 🥺, and to the strength of a woman who bears more than she can handle just to keep her family alive amidst all this devastation 💔.

sorrow 😔, but also with faith that kindness still exists in this world ✨. We are in desperate need of your help 🤲, of someone to stand by us in this ordeal 😞, someone to lighten the burden of this life that weighs us down 🏋️‍♀️. Any support, no matter how small 🥺, will have a huge impact on our lives and bring hope back to our hearts 💖.

May these words reach those who have compassion and humanity in their hearts 🌍💓. Help us continue to live 🌱. Be our support in these harsh days 🙏.

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#Kindness_in_Humanity 💖

#Help_a_Displaced_Family

[carmenized-onions]

You get an unexpected call from an old friend in need of an emergency repair on her opening night.

Good thing: that's kind of your whole gig.

Bad thing: you've been avoiding the Berzatto family since the funeral.

pairing; Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto & Fem Reader, but also like, reader's friends with the entire crew (esp Richie, Syd & posthumously Mikey), so if you're just here for the platonic fun of those dynamics, pls enjoy!

tasting notes; slowest of slow burns, semi-strangers (you'll see) to friends to lovers. lot of hurt/comfort. there will be angst, cause it's FX's The Bear.

portion; in progress!!

recommended listening; handmade spotify playlist.

faq; if you got some Qs

kofi; tip your repairman! if you want.

possible allergies; fully spoils the entire series (par for season 3, as I'm writing this ahead of release, so, p.s if you're from the future: off-canon). I've never written smut before and I couldn't tell you if I'm gonna be willing to try by the end of this-- So if that's your thing, temper thine expectations! Mikey is very central to the reader's background-- which is also quite padded, so def prep the brain for a more in-depth look at his passing and struggles w/ addiction. No Y/N, just a FUCK ton of nicknames.

TABLE OF CONTENTS A.K.A REPAIR INVOICE

Tony, Terry, Tommy? | Walk-In Hotfix

Do the Thing! | Toilet Repair

Pretty. | Bolting Down Booths

I Want To. | Wellness Check

Where To? | Delivery Fees

Doing Too Much. | House Call

The Other Shoe | Consultation

Carved In. | Separate Invoice

Ad Interim. | No Service

Zero Pulse. | Oven Hotfix

Just Dropped. | Missing Invoice

Something to Do. | Catering

Two Steps Back. | Advanced Payment

Don't Say It. | Closing Out

Loosen Your Grip. | R & D (FINALLY!!)

Repairman's got reduced hours now, call back later.

[canonkiller]

sometimes I think about how fan made merch has changed in the last few years and like. I'll admit maybe it's a fable grapes situation at least in part (my limitations keeping me from getting into physical merch production) and I've done a few small things in my time (charms, stickers, I have a Redbubble, y'know) so I don't intend to be like preachy about it but it's like . man idk isn't there enough

like I get that shit's easier to make than ever. you get charms, standees, clothes, plushies, all pretty standardized decent quality, made to order, straight to home. but more and more I can't stop myself from feeling like too much has changed. there's a lot of difference between one person's handmade oven clay charms at the artist alleys of conventions close to them vs having a travel schedule to all the major meetups so you can set up a mass produced enamel pin booth at each one. this isn't even touching on the working conditions of the people who do have to make the actual items, or the ecological impact of that much shipping and plastic.

I don't know. I guess I just kind of wish people stuck to making what they can actually make rather than just being a storefront for some small batch manufacturer. I wish we could do more recycling. if you want a charm of your blorbo why not learn how to make one for yourself instead of buying one. idk