#this brush sogood

[bathylychnops]

stephennn..

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[noecoded]

Sorry if you’ve been asked this a lot before, but what brushes do you use for your sketching/line art?

no worries its been a while !!! i use a bunch of diff brushes but the main sketching and lining brushes are from this pack -> 1765797 the top one is the "good pencil" and the bottom one is the "good pen". I use both in almost everything :)

[prettygiri222]

Summary: Onyankopon’s tired of hearing you complain

Onyankopon x Black Fem Reader SMUT

just a little smth so yall know i’m alive

“O-onya,” you cried out. he had you perched on the bathroom sink with nothing to hold on to but his arms. your quivering legs struggled to wrap around his waist as he kept you stable with a strong grip on your ass. you were completely at his mercy, “too much!”

Onyankopon frowned looking down as you furrowed your eyebrows. he had just started and you were already a beautiful mess. it took him only a few neck kisses while you were brushing your teeth before your thong became a soaking wet mess he was more than happy to help you with. he had you stripped bare in seconds, just barely lifting his wife beater and shorts when he sunk into your needy pussy. 

“is that better?” he asked. Onya hated seeing you in pain so he slowed his pace. but he couldn’t lie, something about seeing the way you cling to him like a lifeline when he went just a little too deep or too fast made his dick jump.

“yea, sogood sogood” you babbled out.

the bathroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the squelching sounds of his dick going in and out of you alongside your high-pitched moans and Onya’s deep groans. he had found a pace that both of you enjoyed. you held your head up to keep eye contact with your boyfriend but sometimes your gaze drifted to where you two were connected. you loved seeing how your tiny hole accommodated Onya’s massive length and girth. 

only the upper half of his dick coated by your wetness. the lower part of his shaft was neglected due to your complaints about his size. luckily, Onya’s tip was the most sensitive part of his dick. he loved feeling your tight walls squeeze around it, “shit.”

“oh my gosh,” you moaned. you knew you were close to your orgasm when everything suddenly felt like it was too much. you tried to keep it together you didn’t want to ruin the impending feeling but it was driving you crazy. you could feel the way Onya’s mushroom tip scraped against your walls paving way for his even thicker shaft. it felt so good that it was starting to hurt.

you bit your bottom lip to try and distract yourself but all it did was muffle your moans as they turned into cries. your toes clenched around his back and your nails were starting to dig into his arm. all it took was one look for Onya to know that you were close. he kept the same pace knowing you were close and he wouldn’t be too long after. the feeling of your gummy walls practically suffocating his dick was enough for him to ignore the pain of you digging into his skin.

that was until you started trying to squirm away. wriggling your hips to avoid his strokes hitting your soft spot.

“where do you think you're going?” Onya watched as you furrowed your eyebrows and avoided his eyes. ‘not this again’ he thought to himself. he barely had his dick inside you at this point, there was no way that you were so sensitive.

but you were. “‘s to much Onya!” you cried. you finally looked up at him again, a fresh set of tears visible on your waterline. there was nowhere for you to run, you were stuck between a hard place and a set of rock-hard abs that was pretty much the only thing keeping you up. you could only plead for mercy.

“hm? it’s too much?” Onya mimicked. seeing you so vulnerable made both his heartbreak and turned him on. he would’ve listened to your pleas had you not forcefully tried to stop him, placing a hand on his exposed midriff hoping to slow his harsh pace.

“uh huh”

“yea? well now I’m gonna make it hurt.”

[fandomvariousness]

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

request: "I just finished the episode where Eren just straight up beats Armin and mentally fucks up Mikasa but because it's horny hours my brain just went what if he bent s/o over the desk there?!And this is the reason why I watch things alone!But anyway can you imagine that!Can that be a prompt,I don't care about what kinks they pull,could be physical fighting, consent,spanking the whole nine yards I don't care!As long as both parties enjoy I couldn't care less what they do really!"

summary: eren pins you down to the table to make you listen

warnings: violence, smut (spanking, dacryphilia, degradation kink)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i was thinking bout this all day omg here u go hope u like it

It was just you and Eren in the room; not a good sign, since he's technically a fugitive, and you don't want to be harboring one. Not even if he's your lover.

'You're here now, huh?' You questioned, trying to remain calm.

You were just as hot-headed as Eren, one of the main reasons why you two hit it off.

He was standing across you, at the other side of the round table, just asking to be slapped.

'You think you can just waltz in here after all the shit you pulled on all of us, without having explained it beforehand? Not even to me?' Your voice was trembling, and you were aware that you're going to lose your shit soon.

And then he'd done it. He rolled his eyes, ever so slightly, but that didn't go unnoticed by you. It never did.

You growled and threw yourself over the table to reach his smug face and deliver a heavy, emotion-loaded slap. You were only able to raise your hand before he swiftly stepped to the side and bent your arm behind your back painfully, bashing you flat against the wooden surface.

A painful moan escaped your mouth as you felt stinging against your cheekbone, almost frothing in an attempt to escape his vice-like grip.

He grasped your other arm before you could use it against him and moved it into the same lock of his hands.

The edge of the table pressed into your navel as you tried to balance yourself by reaching the floor on tippytoes.

'Let me GO.' Your whole body shook as you yelled out the last world, only to be silenced by Eren painfully wrenching your arms even further.

'I was going to tell you everything, but I should've known better. You really are a savage, aren't you?' he asked nonchalantly, kicking your legs apart and positioning himself between them.

You wanted to ask what was he doing but your words stuck in your throat at the sensation of Eren's palm against your clothed ass cheek. Instantly, you felt heat rushing to your core, your face blushing, making you realize just how much and for how long you've been yearning Eren's touch.

You opened your mouth, careful not to give rise to the moans that are gathering in your throat just so Eren wouldn't have the satisfaction of pleasing you; right now, you want it to be yours alone.

He yanked your pants down enough to reveal your ass, digging his fingers into the plush of it, making you suck in a sharp breath of air; you mentally cursed yourself for that.

He released a faint breathy laugh through his nose. 'Look at you, trying to conceal how much you like being pinned down like this.'

You knowingly ignored his remarks, your forehead flat against the table surface as you tried to steady your breathing.

All your attempts failed when a scream tore out of your mouth as Eren's palm came in slapping contact with your ass cheek. It felt sogood you had to bit your lip real hard to prevent another moan from following the scream.

You heard a deep chuckle emanating from Eren's chest as he observed your submissive frame below him. Nowhere to go now, he thought.

'Perhaps this will teach you a lesson.' He said before sending another slap against your ass.

Your eyes filled with tears, signs of the failed attempts to remain silent and twisted pleasure mixed with it. Another scream rendered your mouth open, your leg jerking upwards slightly, as a reflex.

And then he sent another, another, and another until your skin was bruised pink, purple, and red, and tears were streaming down your heating cheeks. As Eren leaned against your back to reach your ear you felt his hard-on pressing against your brutalized ass.

'Will you listen now?'

You shook your head as an answer instantly, knowing perfectly well what your refusal will make him do. He knows it too, but sometimes you love to play games.

'Thought so.'

He briefly released your hands to roughly pull your panties down, revealing your weeping hole to him.

'Such a slut for me, as always,' he muttered as he fumbled with his own undergarments before one of his hands locked your arms in a knot against your back again. 'Gonna keep you like this, you have to take it.'

You were almost frothing with anticipation when he finally rammed into you, his hardness tearing your walls apart, forcing you to release a moan dripping with pain and pleasure alike.

'Shit,' he blabbered, trying to remain sane himself. 'Always so tight.'

His grasp on your interlocked arms became tighter as the other dug into the meat of your ass, his cock mercilessly pounding your insides. He was fucking you stupid as everything around you became fuzzier and fuzzier, sound and sight muffled by the pleasure he was building up with his movements.

'Gonna make you cum all over me.' He breathed out between the groans, knowing perfectly well that your anger for him will clash with the pleasure that he's giving you.

Your voice hitched every time he pounded in, his tip teasingly brushing against your cervix, making this encounter even more pleasurable with all the pain.

You felt the bliss approaching and wanted to tell him that you're gonna cum, but all that came out was only a series of incoherent moans.

'Look at you, can't even talk.' By the sound of his voice and shallow breaths, he was having difficulty speaking as well.

Without any warning, your pussy clenched around his length, milking him dry and sending your body into a series of electric convulsions.

'Fuck, yeah.' He blabbered as your abused cunt tipped him over as well.

Gradually, his grip on your wrists weakened, until he let go completely, letting your arms hang limp to the sides since you had no strength whatsoever to prop yourself up immediately.

After a while you heard him fumbling with his pants, putting them on, giving you one last soft, encouraging slap. That brought you back from the post-sex trance as you tried to stand up. He didn't even step away as he put your pants back on and turned you around, propping you on the table properly so that you sat facing him, your legs dangling at his sides as he gently held you by your waist.

'What about now? Are you listening?'

You gulped, searching for something in his eyes. You didn't know what he will give you, but you needed to know, whatever it was.

So you nodded.

[sleepyseguin]

tyler seguin | in the morning

summary: morning sex. that’s literally it. (slight mention of ch*king)

please feel free to message or request here! stay safe xo rose

It’s raining when you wake up. The windows have been left open, so the fresh, clean smells seeps in, the sound of it on the roof. The curtains blow in the breeze, brushing gently against the wood of the floorboards. You roll over, the rustle of bed sheets. Tyler’s hand slips off from where it was resting on your back with your movement, but you collect it quickly, slide it back over your hip. He smells like sleep where he absentmindedly moves closer, already awake. He’s on his phone, one arm propped up on a pillow to scroll through emails. You can tell by the quick, alert movements of his eyes as he reads he’s been awake for awhile, but has stayed relatively still to let you sleep longer. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re always startled awake by him leaving the bed. An unconsciousness knowing of him leaving your immediate space that disturbs your REM.

 “Hey,” you say, voice still thick with sleep. Your mouth tastes slightly stale. He smiles at the sound of your voice, dropping his phone to look at you.

 “Hey,” Tyler returns, hand slipping up from your hip to your ribcage, under his big t-shirt you’ve worn to bed.

 “What time is it?” You wonder, phone lost somewhere under the pillows from where you’ve dropped it while falling asleep the night before.

 “Just after nine,” he tells you. A Sunday. Off season. He’ll train this afternoon, but for now, the morning is peaceful and stretches before you. Tyler’s fingers continue to brush a slow rhythm of your ribcage, bump, bump, over bone.

 You hum happily. Plenty of time to laze around in bed. Maybe you’ll cook eggs for the two of you later. Make coffee with too much caramel in it. For now though, the rain patters outside, and Tyler’s legs are tangled with yours under the sheets.

 “Did you dream?” He asks, slipping down from where he’s propped himself up on pillows to be more at your level.

 “Don’t remember,” you reply, it was a deep, heavy sleep. The storm must have soothed you. The stupid amount of money spent on the mattress topper was meant to find some relief for Tyler’s back, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the new level of relaxations it’s brought your sleeping habits.

 “Did you?”

 “Yeah,” Tyler says, the corner of his mouth crooking up in a smile. His hand has started to linger further up your chest, the swell of your breast.

 “What did you dream?”

 “Nothing that made sense,” he muses, “Was home but with people I didn’t know, but did know, you know?”

 “Yeah, weird feeling.”

Your hips push into the hard muscle of his thigh a little bit. He smiles, and pushes back.

 “You wanna unpack that?” You ask. You read a book once, about what dreams mean, but can’t for the life of you conjure up any form of memory of what it contained. Tyler laughs.

 “I think it was just a dream.” A thumb brushes your nipple.

 “Hmm, maybe.”

Your eyelids are heavy again, content. Being slightly felt up by a smiling boy, the pressure of his leg between yours.  The rustle of the curtains. The heavy duvet. It’s natural when Tyler turns his head, leans in. The softness of his mouth, the rough of his beard on your cheeks. He kisses slow, and lazily, enjoying the moment. It’s peaceful, the way he undresses you, kissing up the line of your abdomen as he pulls his own t-shirt over your shoulders. A recognising of your body, still favouring it even after being there so many times before.

 “You smell so good in the mornings,” he mumbles into your neck, a knee between your thighs as he presses you down into the mattress, half swallowed up by downy pillows. Your fingers tangle into his hair, curls around knuckles. He smells like boy, his own skin. Something pure, instinctually drawn to it.

 Tracing your hands down his back, feeling the movement of his shoulders as he wriggles you out of underwear, tossed behind him with a wolfish grin. His own underwear have already been lost. Perhaps he never even had any on.

 Soft sounds as you hook up like teenagers. Rumpled hair. Hands that can’t find a place to settle, on jaws, shoulders, backs, bums. Your fingers slip between you, finding him hot, and hard. Velvet skin. He moans quietly into your shoulder, the relief. You move your wrist slowly, easing into it. The anticipation is heavy between your legs, throbbing. Bodies still warm and soft from sleep.

 Quiet sounds as his own hand finds you, circling, pressing. Slowly at first. The suck of his fingers into his mouth, pink lips, pinker tongue. The dirty way he smiles as they sink back into you. Crooked just right. A rhythm well practiced.

 It almost feels wrong to curse in this quiet morning, but you can’t help yourself. Eyes fluttering closed. Hand around the strong muscle of his forearm so you can feel the tendons move as he works to make you feel good. Tyler shifts, and the warmth of him against your chest is lost. You open your eyes to protest, but find him looking up at you from down the bed, one of your legs already slung over a broad shoulder. His mouth is slick, and he’s grinning, not breaking eye contact as he licks into you.

 “Ty,” you whisper, unused voice still rough. Hands in his hair, pulling, guiding. His tattoos against the bare skin of your thighs. His free hand pressing your hip down into the bed, thick fingers splayed over your tummy. The sound of his mouth. The sound of the rain. Rustle of sheets. Your own sighs, murmurs of his name, of encouragement.

 You come with his mouth on you, a leg thrown along his back. The heat of the room almost too much, relieved by the cold breeze. Tyler doesn’t let you breathe, fingers still moving inside you as you roll into him, chasing the feeling.

 “You taste so good,” he tells you, jaw moving against your thigh. Your fingers grasp at his shoulders, blushing.

 “Come here,” you ask, pretending to pull him up even though you’re both well aware you’d have no luck moving the bulk of him. He crawls up you gracefully, hard against your tummy. You angle yourself for him, wet from his mouth so that he sinks in easily. Tyler groans as he settles, curly hair in his eyes, half on his knees as he pushes deep, your legs wrapped around his waist.

 He uses one hand to brace himself on the headboard, the other cupping your head up from the pillows, half tangled in your hair as it falls out of it’s bun. The first pull out and push back in, achingly slow and carefully timed to make it as lovely as possible for both of you. It’s frustrating, how good he is at this.

 You get to watch the way his body moves in the morning light, the heaving breath in his chest, the muscles in his arms as he finds a rhythm, strong and powerful. Like a Greek God, carved from marble. His free hand slips to your breast, rough, pinching your nipple, good, so good, sogood. Tyler bows his head over you, blown pupils, watching the way he slides into you, over and over again.

 “I’m gonna come again,” you gasp, reaching up for him, feeling him drop lower, releasing the headboard to scoop you up against him, skin to skin, hot and panting.

 His hand, rubbing where he moves into you. Fingers around your throat, angling your face so he can kiss you as you come, moans swallowed up by him. He grinds out a curse, pushing harder, deeper.

 “Gonna come,” he rasps, and your hands pull at his back, his hair, sensations for him to shiver through as he drops his head into your neck, the final few desperate rocks of his body. Your name groaned against your neck, warm inside you.

 It’s still raining, harder even. It takes a second for your breath to settle, the weight of his body to become unpleasant. He seems to realise the exact moment it does, rolling to the side, pulling one of your legs with him to sling over his waist. You’ll need to clean up soon, start the day, maybe even close the windows before the house gets too cold. For now though, the rain pours.

[highqueenofelfhame]

A Wars End Kiss

~*~

The exhaustion associated with winning a war knew absolutely no bounds. 

It had been a few days -- the people of Terrasen were still celebrating in the streets. Little folk, Fae, and human citizens alike left wreaths and crowns of flowers, lay perfect stones out on the battlefields, and sent packages and packages of confectionaries to the Queen and her court as a thanks for saving them. For saving Terrasen. For saving the world. 

Aelin, as much as she wished they would stop showering her with gifts that she felt she didn’t deserve, couldn’t stop eating the chocolates regardless, usually under the hawk-eye of her King and Consort. 

Rowan had been tense, to say the least, the last few days while everything began to settle. There were already plans for her coronation well under way with Darrow leading the pack. There was no threat to Erilea that Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, a god in her own right, had not defeated. For the first time since the continent came to be, it knew true peace. 

Peace that King Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius did not know. There had never been a world in his three and a half centuries that wasn’t full of blood and gore, that didn’t include marching into towns with Lorcan at his side to obliterate everything in their paths. Peace was not something that Rowan knew, so Aelin did her best to be patient when he tensed up when they walked outside in the courtyards, or when they walked out into Orynth itself to mingle with the people, and she tried to be patient when he sat in the rafters of their rooms in his animal form, eyes always scanning for a danger that might drop through the windows. 

However, it had been days of this. Days of his intensity making her anxious. So as she licked chocolate frosting from her fingertips, she looked up at where he was perched on the canopy of their bed. 

“You know, Prince, things would be much  more exciting if you were in the bed with me.” Aelin sucked the last bit of frosting from her thumb before squealing as a flash of bright light had her rolling to the left to avoid the body that bounced onto the bed. When she rolled back over, he lay on his back with his hands on his stomach, head tilted toward her. When they shifted to the doors, then the windows, she sighed. 

“Rowan,” she said softly, lying on her side with her temple on her fist, “I think you need to learn how to relax.” Her king let out a snort, closely followed by a heavy sigh. 

“I almost lost you, Aelin. I thought I had lost you.” Rowan’s head shook as he looked down at his hands, his palms. “When Maeve took you, I thought I’d never find you. I would have never stopped looking but it felt pretty bleak. It felt dark. I never would have stopped flying, and I resented Fenrys and Lorcan and Elide for slowing me down… but then we found you. And - “ he broke off, closing his eyes to breathe deeply, to inhale the scent of his mate beside him and call the raging sea in his veins to still. “And you were the most broken I had ever seen you. Part of me was terrified you were lost to me then. There was the selfish, lingering self-pity that my mate did not want to be my mate but it didn’t matter so much as you were alive, but you felt so far away. And I really got you back. Your spirit, your laugh. You finally kissed me and I thought I could have died then not minded for a single second.”

Rowan turned onto his side, ran his fingers up her cheekbone and grasped the side of her face. His fingers rested in the dip at the base of her skull, his thumb brushing along her cheek with fiercely bright eyes searching her face like he was memorizing that she was there, that she was alive. 

Because he was. 

“If you hadn’t come out of that gate, I would have ripped the entire world apart to get you back. Damning the consequences, I would have torn every universe, every hell, every heaven wide open until I found you again. My mate. My mate.” 

And then he was kissing her, no gentle sort of kiss that they had shared over the last few days. It was a kiss that fully signified the end of the war. It was a kiss that made the endless well of fire that Aelin used to have seem like absolutely nothing in comparison. It was a kiss that breathed life back into her, awoke her senses and calmed them all at once. She was raging, raging with the want and need of her Mate, with the need to feel and touch and breathe him in until they were nothing but one soul in two bodies tangled beneath silky sheets. 

She rolled on top of him, exploring his mouth with her tongue in an almost lazy way, but she was too hungry. She was so, so, starving for affection, for the kiss, for the taste of his lips and the small gasps he made when she pressed her hips down into his. His neck felt like velvet on her lips, the further down she moved the more she wanted to be wrapped in it, the more she wanted to never come out of the safety of his skin. 

Small hands tugging tunics and pants, large hands ripping silk nightgowns and underthings until they were forgotten scraps halfway under the bed. Hands on skin, hands pulling and tugging and pressing with bruising intensity that would leave marks for everyone to know that they claimed each other in every possible way. 

His hands roamed her body, fingers stretching wide to touch every possible bit of her skin. As he rolled them and moved down her body, his mouth traced words and constellations against her skin like he was lighting up the night sky just for her. It certainly seemed that way behind closed eyelids with explosions of color and stars of all shapes and sizes, his fingers slipping into her causing fireworks and supernovas in her body. 

Her name was reverent in the air, on her body. Aelin felt every curve of every letter that he wrote onto her skin with his lips and tongue. Every bite and tug of his teeth against her thighs, her core, had her arching and begging him not to stop, to never stop knowing that if they had nothing else to do that he wouldn’t. 

When he finally kissed his way back up her body, using wind to caress every bit of skin that he couldn’t touch all at once, she was ready to explode. So when he pushed into her the sound she made was purely fae, purely primal, and a sound that only her mate would ever get out of her. 

“Rowan,” she breathed his name against his skin, placed her hand on his stuttering heart. The room was full of heartbeats and heavy breathing, of slick skin and damp hair that clung to foreheads but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter when they were both as close as they could physically be, it didn’t matter when she was wrapped around him so tight he could barely breathe but it felt so good so good sogood. 

Sharp teeth punctured her neck the same time she punctured his, both of them clinging to each other as release began to ignite every atom of their bodies. They found each other’s mouths soon after, Rowan still rocking into her slowly while they shared a kiss that was so breathtakingly everything that she wasn’t sure she would ever recover from it. If a kiss could ruin a person, she decided it would have been that kiss. 

“I love you,” he whispered, lips tracing each syllable against her lips. Aelin murmured it back, eyes still closed as she was locked in a bliss that she never wanted to come down from. Staying like this, wrapped in him like this, she could do it for a thousand years.

Maybe more.

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[victoriahillington]

Inspired by Jacinda Ardern: Why Shouldn’t I Be ‘So Good’ at Something? Why Shouldn’t You?

Today, the Honourable Jacinda Ardern won a landslide victory in her beloved New Zealand. The youngest female head of state and only the second woman ever to bear a child while in office, the internet abounds with memes of adoration and appreciation, like this: “Congratulations to Jacinda Ardern for her second term win, in a landslide victory. She is the first prime minister to have dealt with a major terrorist attach, deadly volcanic eruption and pandemic all in her first term. All while holding a baby.”

 Adoring Jacinda Ardern is pretty much a binary experience. On the one hand, the awe, inspiration and joy from worshiping at the alter of one who deserves the adulation. On the other, the guilt, shame and frustration realizing she is younger and achieving more, doing more, being more in her life. Somehow the two muddle and I wonder: she’s doing things that so many people (**men**) with decades more political and life experience can’t seem to do (banning assault riffles and eliminating covid-19 top the list) while balancing time with baby, leading with a stated commitment to compassion, speaking eloquently about the Easter Bunny to frightened young kiwis during this 1-in-100-year pandemic, meanwhile I’m eating a bag of sweet heat doritos in frayed pajamas pants contemplating deep thoughts like, do I really have to brush my teeth? 

One of these things is not like the other.... Why is that? 

It would be so cheap and easy to say it was opportunity or birthright. 

Undoubtedly, Jacinda Ardern is so great. No: so, so great. Why shouldn’t I be so great too? Why shouldn’t you? There isn’t a finite amount of greatness, no cap on the number of spots on TeamSoGood. Jacinda Ardern wasn’t born into being Prime Minister. She worked her damn ass off. The difference between those on TeamSoGood and those spectating TeamSoGood is that those on the team show up to practice. We’ve all been SoGood, sometime. We know what it takes. And most of what it takes kind of sucks some of the time. The players of TeamSoGood endure endless days full of drills, running wind-sprints, practice, practice, practice and learning. They are knocked down and get up, and get up and get up. They get up despite exhaustion, with mud on their face, physical and mental fatigue and hurt in their hearts. They get up because the hunger for those ambitious goals, those ones way out there that you can barely see, overruns the exhaustion. Because the commitment to purpose pulses with the blood coursing through their bodies, drowning out the doubts and washing away Imposter Syndrome. And metre by metre, or inch by inch, they get closer and the goals get clearer. TeamSoGood players focus on the doing, not on the not doing. They don’t bother to complain about the circumstances, criticize the opponent or whine about the referee – it is all a waste of time and energy, the most precious of resources.

Let’s go for it, you and I, let’s concoct impossible dreams and let’s move towards them, inch by inch. Because I cant bear to waste this one precious life wondering why I’m not doing anything worthy of my SoGood chance.

 xx,

Victoria

p.s. occasionally, I bet even Jacinda Ardern sits on the couch in frayed pajama pants, eating doritos and queries just how important brushing her teeth is… those pearly whites, prominent in her warm, reassuring smile.

[aliyahsadventures]

And BOOM...SPRING! Kind of feels like summer though, no?! #sogood • So it’s Thursday...so let’s call this a tardy #wellnesswednesday #tbt combo 🤷🏻‍♀️ • Spring Equinox, Full Moon, majorly potent time to shed old skin and plant new seeds, metaphorically speaking. Although if you saw my wellness Wednesday post on body brushing months back, then you know I’m all for a little skin shed in the name of health and circulation 😉👌🙌 So, yes, great time to connect inwardly and think about what new growth you’d like to nurture. • I hosted a women’s group at my home last Sunday with a bunch of badass conscious babes and we did a little ritual ceremony of releasing the things/thoughts/beliefs/patterns that no longer serve us and calling in the dreams/goals/feelings/thoughts/beliefs that we want to manifest and nurture this spring and into the rest of the year. We burned sage and Palo Santo, we danced, we laughed, we cried and most importantly we got connected to our hearts and souls. It was glorious! • What skin will you shed? What seeds will you plant? What is your heart calling for? • Tell us! Or write it down. Or shout it from the rooftops!!! • Happy Spring my little chickadees 🌱🐥💖 #magicisintheair . . . . 📷 @eyoalha (at Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/aliyahobrien/p/BvSAPByhhpy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gyd3c8vvckmi

[evaruths]

Roasted cabbage: sliced organic cabbage, brushed with oil olive, salt, pepper, roasted for 20 minutes in a 400 degree oven, sprinkle with balsamic vinegar.. bam!! #sogood . . #gettingbettereveryday #fightforyourlife #trynewfoods #wholeplanetbased #gfdiet #celiacdiet #halalcertified #puresafeandbeneficial #glutenfreediet #glutenfree #30daystohealthyliving #whatthehealth #dairyfree #vegan #soyfree #freefrom #whatweputinourbodymatters #recalibrateyourbody #recalibrate #heathlygut #Embracingcshange #healthmovement #eatingwellglutenfree #bewellbestrong #veganhustle #theveganvibe https://www.instagram.com/p/CDnNQI6Hpb0/?igshid=1atjlsaxdv21n

[johndelfinoartist]

“I have been working on this particular piece for over a few months. What started out as a quadtych, has ended up into a series. I added texture and colour, light and shadow. I have used pallet knives and brushes and my fingers, too.” . . JOHN DELFINO Incandescent 1, 2020 Acrylic on paper 33.5 cm × 24.5 cm . . This painting is currently on show at ART’s Challengers Exhibition, Toyokawa, Aichi, Japan till 31st March. Don’t miss it! . . For more details, click www.john-delfino.com. . . #nature #organic #abstractexpressionism #ig_japan #sogood #japan #toyokawa #aichi #curators #gallery #berlin #ldn #artistsupportartists #artistsoninstagram #painters (at Japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9RinvFn_h_/?igshid=9xzfvk86leuz

[8128milesapart]

#whatsforbrekkie EGGS BENEDICT • Ingredients: * 2 English Muffins * 4 Eggs * 4 Bacon Strips, cut in half * 2 1/2 Cups of Spinach * 4 Ziploc Bags * 4 Rubber Bands * Chives (Garnish) For the Sauce: * 3 Egg Yolks * 1TBS of Lemon Juice * 1/2 Cup of Melted Butter * A pinch of Cayenne Pepper • 1. Set up a pot of water to start boiling. 2. Cook your bacon on a pan brushed with a bit of oil, cook until golden brown. 3. Cook spinach in a separate pan with olive oil and salt and pepper. 4. Grab a short cup, open a Ziploc Bag and with your hand inside the bag, push into the cup so the seal is on the outside of the cup and the inside of the bag is open inside of the cup. 5. Spray the inside of the bag with Pam spray, crack egg into the bag, sprinkle Salt and Pepper on the egg, wrap rubber band to separate the egg from the excess plastic, then seal the bag. 6. Place the sealed bags in the boiling water and let it cook for 5 minutes, turning it over once. 7. Toast your English Muffins and spread butter once done. FOR SAUCE: 1. In a blender, combine egg yolks, lemon juice, and cayenne pepper. 2. While on low, slowly pour in hot melted butter. 3. Add salt and pepper to taste. STACKING TOGETHER: 1. Place each half of the English Muffins on a plate. 2. Place spinach and then two strips on bacon on each half. 3. Cut Ziploc bags at the rubber band and gently let the egg slip out and onto top of the bacon 4. Top with a drizzle of hollandaise sauce and a sprinkle of chives. 5. Serve while hot! PRO TIP: Place boiling water in a thermos and let it sit until the sauce is ready. Pour out boiling water and pour in sauce. If sauce is warmed up in microwave or in a pot, it will curdle. The sauce must be kept warm by double boiler or in a warm thermos. I found the thermos to be easiest. Enjoy! • • #whatsfordinner #whatsforbrekkie #eggsbenny #eggsbenedict #sogood #wehadseconds #aspiringchef

[tashbrowndeclutterqueen-blog]

One bowl mix - Honey Oat bars... These little beauties are a bit naughty but quick & easy to make! . . Melt 125g butter and 2 tsp of honey together in a mixing bowl or large jug. Once melted add 1 cup each of raw sugar, sr flour, rolled oats & desiccated coconut. Mix well. Add one egg & 125g of dark choc bits, mix well, press into oblong tray & bake in moderate oven for 15-20 minutes... . . Cheese & Vegemite Scrolls... On 4 sheets of thawed puff pastry, spread Vegemite evenly all over, use as much or as little you like. Sprinkle with grated cheese (3cups). Roll pastry (not too tight), cut into 12 equal portions. Place on baking tray & brush with a beaten egg. Bake in moderate oven for 15-20 minutes... . . Enjoy 👍🏼 . . #cheeseandvegemite #honeyoat #homemadecooking #homebakedgoods #sogood #soeasytomake #quicktocook #sundaybaking #mumslife #dadslife (at Tash Brown - Declutter Queen)

[pack2thefuture]

July 24th The Bushwack. So we got up and ate. The trail ended at the end of the lake. So it was time to pick our own path up the ridge. This first part was easy enough. Not too many trees. We could see the first target a mile away. But there were tree and rock obstacles to hurdle or go around. Views on the ridge were fantastic. Coming down the ridge was a different story. At times we found people or game trails. Sometimes we just pushed through the brush. We aimed for the creek at the bottom. Sometimes walking in it. A large log served as a lunch spot. Eventually we broke though brush only to see day hikers in flip flops on the trail to some natural water slide we had missed. We walked a few road miles to the next turnoff. Sogood stepped out going up the hill. Happy and pegleg got a ride to the lake. I just plodded a few miles up hill to the last water then crashed. Great day.

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[kprestonillustration]

Uh, why have I never used Chines Brushes with my acrylics before? The coverage is amazing! . . . #paintings #illustration #chineseart #kinda #artistsoninstagram #illustrator #dragon #instaart #oregon #pdx #pdxartist #relaxing #chill #art #doodle #water #chinesenewyear #artsupplies #sogood