#freh

[contamination-zone]

the call for sequential art has won out on me.

[randomspace1987]

Esta obra de arte lo dibujo mi pareja recientemente, me dio permiso de publicar su dibujo, este es uno de mis favoritos

[sunnydayaoe]

laughing really hard at this sketch. dream.. dude you look so horrendously over it.

[soulmusicsongs]

Nadim - Freh Khodja (Bachar Fi Leil, 1978)

[orangenlied]

WENN MAN ETWAS SEHR LIEBT DANN KOMMT MAN ZURÜCK .....

[feral-space-possum]

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[saexy]

IVLL BE SERIOUSLY WORKING ON THE event REQUESTS NOW 🌝

[lovestruckpdf]

@alexisomnias i’m not letting that ask see the light of day <3 (/pos)

[cowbrains]

La Coladera (1975) - Freh Kodja

Algerian singer Freh Khodja was labelled as the first Arabic reggae singer in the 1980’s. For this track (date unknown) however, he adopts the genre of the Cape Verdean Creole coladeira. We hear the typical clarinet, trumpet, and guïro, but also a western drum kit and electric guitar. This song is actually a fusion between coladeira and zouk called cola-zouk and has references to the Compas dance style.

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[rdmilk]

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[randomspace1987]

[vonsoh]

Highterkeitsverbrighter unveils a fresh remix track, derived from a statement by SupperZoo. This remix represents a vibrant addition to the artistic repertoire—a freh (fresh) and dope rendition that exemplifies the continuous creative evolution. Highterkeitsverbrighter is diligently at work, not only reimagining existing tracks but also channeling this energy into the creation of innovative new pieces. For those eager to immerse themselves in the allure of these dynamic remixes and original compositions, a plethora of tracks are readily available for streaming. To show your support and be a part of the Fairsplitter movement, consider contributing financially. You can effortlessly contribute by sending funds through PayPal to fairsplitter@gmx.de. This concise yet expressive message serves to highlight the excitement surrounding the latest remix while also inviting listeners to explore a broader collection of tracks. Additionally, the call to action for financial support is seamlessly integrated, providing a direct means for enthusiasts to contribute to the Fairsplitter movement and the ongoing creative endeavors of Highterkeitsverbrighter.

[becauseplot]

lying face down 0(-( i need to write about the gay cubes

[moldycalico]

THE SILENT HILL REMAKE.... THE SILENT HILL REMAKE IS REAL!!!!!!!!!!! FREHS HARRY MASON CONTENT INCOMING RAHHHH CELEVRATION DOODLE CUZ IME EXCITED

sketch here

raugh so excited

[askwhatsforlunch]

Tropical Coconut Buche

If you're invited to a New Year's Eve Party tomorrow, you can still whip up this delicious Tropical Coconut Buche! The creamy coconut layers are beautifully balanced by the sharp tang of mango, pineapple, ginger and lime, and the juicy, seedy bits of dragon fruit. It is indulgent but also light as air, and a nice, bright break from chocolate-y concoctions! Happy New Year's Eve's Eve!

Ingredients (serves 6 to 8):

1 thumb-sized piece fresh ginger

1 1/4 cup water

1 1/2 gelatin leaves

2 tablespoons demerara sugar

1 pitaya (dragon fruit)

1/2 ripe mango

1/4 ripe pineapple

1/2 lime

a small piece fresh ginger

1 gelatin leaf

1 tablespoon caster sugar

3 gelatin leaves

400 millilitres/14.10 fluid ounces coconut milk

1/2 plump vanilla bean

3 tablespoons caster sugar

1/4 cup Ginger and Lime Rum 

200 millilitres/7 fluid ounces coconut cream

Dampen a loaf pan, and thoroughly line with cling film, letting it overhang. Set aside.

Peel ginger and cut into thin strips.

Spoon ginger strips into a small saucepan. Pour in the water. Heat over a low flame. Once boiling, remove from the heat and allow to infuse, 15 minutes.

Soak gelatin leaves in a bowl of cold water.

Strain mixture thoroughly and return collected ginger water to the saucepan. Bring to a slow boil over medium heat. Stir in demerara sugar until dissolved. Simmer, a few minutes.

Squeeze water out of the gelatin leaves and stir it into the hot ginger mixture until completely melted. Remove from the heat, and allow to cool slightly.

Peel and dice pitaya, and arrange pitaya dices at the bottom of lined loaf pan. Gently pour ginger jelly over the dragon fruit dices. Allow to set 3 to 4 hours, in the refrigerator.

Scoop out the flesh of the mango, and roughly chop it.

Peel, core and dice pineapple.

In a medium saucepan, combine chopped mango and diced pineapple. Thoroughly squeeze in the juice of the lime halve, grate in about a tablespoon fresh ginger, and bring to a simmer over medium heat. Cook, stirring often, until the mixture collapses into a compote.

Soak gelatin leaf into cold water.

Using a hand-held blender, process mango and pineapple compote until smooth. Return over medium heat, and stir in sugar. Cook, 1 minute until dissolved.

Squeeze out the water of the gelatin leaf, and stir into the compote, until dissolved, 1 minute more. Remove from the heat. Set aside.

Soak gelatin leaves into a bowl of cold water.

Pour coconut milk into a large saucepan.

Scrape the seeds off the vanilla bean halve, and add to the coconut milk. Bring to a simmer, over medium-high heat. Once hot, stir in caster sugar until completely dissolved. Then, stir in Ginger and Lime Rum. Remove vanilla bean empty pod halve. Finally, thoroughly squeeze the water out of the gelatin leaves, and stir them into the hot coconut mixture until dissolved.

Remove from the heat, and stir in coconut cream. Allow to cool completely.

Once cooled, gently pour half of the coconut mixture onto the ginger and pitaya jelly, and return to the refrigerator. Allow to set, 3 to 4 hours, before spooning mango and pineapple compote onto set coconut layer, levelling with a spatula. Return to the refrigerator.

After another 3 to 4 hours, spoon remaining coconut mixture onto the set mango and pineapple layer. Gently fold cling film on top, and place into the refrigerator, to set, overnight.

The following day, unwrap cling film, and gently, carefully turn buche out onto serving tray or plate. Gently peel cling film off.

Serve Tropical Coconut Buche well-chilled, with chilled Champagne!

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 22﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader -> Daddy Kink

A/N: I am fucking screaming I dunno why I made this soo fluffy!!! *Pulls all my hair out* 🥹😩😩 I love this man I love this man I LOVE THIS MAN!! 🦋🩵🩵

Summary: Good ol’ waking next to Satoru over the weekend & him being obsessed with making love to you & him being obsessed with you <3

Warnings: Reader addresses him as ‘Daddy’, he also uses third person pronouns, nipple-play, missonary, breeding undertones, FLUFF!

The calm undertones of the weekend laid down your anxieties and your everyday hustle and bustle into slumber. Oh how good it feels to sleep in, to have your titan personified husband wrap his bounder like leg around you, rendering you immobile. You couldn’t possibly budge with the way Satoru’s hands are wrapped below your breasts and how he’s snuggling to his little spoon — you.

You, however, have other plans. You’re tired of sleeping in now, body demanding some movement & in an eager brawl to freshen up. Satoru seems still peacefully lulled by slumber. You’d almost feel bad waking him up… but, hey! You want to pee!

“Satoru! Good morning.” You started slow, leaning in against him, kissing his forehead, kissing his cheek. “Good morning, Daddy.” You repeated, and your ethereal, god-alike looking & power holding man stirred, brows furrowed. “Mm, morning Little one.” He cooes, pulling you closer & plush against his chest. Oh he smells divine—

“Let me go.” You chuckled, biting your lip and ruffling his hair. “Gotta freshen up, then I promise I’d be back.” You baited him, while he only responded with a groan, not in any mood of letting you go.

“Satoru, I want to leave I need to freh-shen up.” You cackled when he leaned in even more, oh if he could he’d possibly get physically under your skin. Satoru Gojo is the God of clinginess. After a few minutes of you pleading, playfully threatening & begging again… he let you go.

You didn’t take much time, but when you returned, there was your favorite iced-coffee placed on the bedside table. Satoru dressed in his grey joggers, shirtless, and also looking awake. “Good morning Princess.” He beamed with a tender smile.

Strides covering the distance between you two, he pulled you closer by your wrist, letting you collide against his muscular chest, leaning in adorably so — thanks to the height difference and kissing you softly. His lips wrapped around yours, a relaxed, tranquil humming echoing in the room.

When your lips parted, a string of saliva connecting them, Satoru leaned in, whispering. “How about some good ol’ morning sex?” You blinked, biting your lip at the bombshell of the offer. “Mhm,” you hummed your approval, and Satoru happily grinned, mirroring a small kid when given his favorite candy.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing the sides of it carefully, just enough to make you a little dizzy from the stopped blood flow. “Good girl, good little girl.” He praised, letting you lay down on the plush mattress on your back. Satoru was tender to you, both verbally and physically. However, not to your clothes. The sound of fabric ripping greeted your ears, impatience— after all.

You palmed his crotch, looking at him doe-eyed. “I love you, Daddy.”

“Gosh I love you too, Princess.” He blushes like a highschooler, leaning in and suckling onto your nipples, perking them up, while the other one was given attention by his hands.

You gasped, once the touch was registered by your body, the familiar touch of your lover seeping right through your core. “Mm…” you hummed, whimpering out and grinding against him for more.

“Such a greedy, greedy little girl.” Satoru teased, while you responded with batted lashes. “All for you Daddy.”

His fingers dipped into your inviting cunt; the ache soothing into pleasure when he began moving, giving your breasts much needed love. A little aggressive sometimes as he laid hickeys onto your under boob. “Mine, all mine.” A carnal groan reminded you of the intensity of his feelings, while you nodded. “All yours, always.” You soothed his rising catastrophe of claiming you.

“I want you, so bad!” You whimpered in need, clamping around his fingers. Satoru smiled, nodding. “Of course Cupcake, I belong to you and I’m gonna give it to you.” Satoru hummed, as if you also, owned him in the same animalistic way he deems ownership over you. It was cathartic.

Spreading your pussy lips, feeling his cock-head and leaky tip mingle with your essence, Satoru thrusted himself inside you, groaning at the feeling of your juices lubricating his cock. “Such- a- warm cunt. Perfect for knocking you up.” Satoru’s words poured out absolute filth, and you whimpered at them.

His thrusts began, hands intertwined with yours, leaning in kissing your lips, kissing your collarbone, marking you with hickeys & watching you squirm under the pressure of his weight & his drilling into your perfect pussy.

“Ah- hmm. Gonna- cum.” You whimpered, moaning out and twitching inside. Satoru was close too, heavy panting echoing throughout the shared bedroom. “You better, cause Daddy’s close too.” Oh it drives you off the edge when he refers to himself in third-person. Satoru’s tactic of regressing you is referring to himself in third person— and it works brilliantly.

‘Let Daddy handle it.’

‘Oh no you’re too little to be doing that, let Daddy take care of that’

‘Do you think it’s fair to Daddy when you brat?’

‘Why do you think Daddy’s being mean?’

‘Daddy loves it Princess’

You tipped off the edge, wrecked and shaky like a dried leaf with your brutal orgasm, feeling the waves of pleasure through the very soles of your feet. Satoru’s thrusts were also sloppy, needy & eventually he was defeated by his own high, convulsing inside you & painting your warmth with his seed.

“Don’t let any of it escape or Daddy’ll be testy.” He raised a brow, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply. You nodded like a bobble-head, too dumbed down by the orgasm & regressed in the safety of your lover.

“Good little Princess.”