#2023 new beginnings

[dmckinney79]

Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Romans 14:19

[kidovna]

🤝🏻 part 1 (next)

[visionsofmagic]

day 21: leon s. kennedy [praising]

࿓ synopsis • leon likes to being praised by you so much that it’s overwhelming.

―❦ nsfw, sub!leon (kinda), switch!leon, pet names, begging, f!reader, reader is being mean (a little bit), edging, ‘is all I guess. • 0.7k • pretty boy deserves to be praised all the time, so, he we are. I know it’s short but hope you will like it! enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“agghh – mhhm – baby, please, please!” his sweet voice fills your ear, making you chuckle as he sits still yet can’t resist the urge to move, to make his cock enter your pussy deeper.

“please what pretty boy?” you ask, a hand playing with his hair, mocking the weakness that you give to him. it’s all because of how you sit down on his cock, riding him a moment ago but now staying like a statue, just moving your hips inches to drive him crazy.

you’re not this rough mostly, but when he whimpers – and even moans under you, eyes closed, head is thrown back, back is arching, cock twisting inside your walls with the high feelings coming from the pleasure he’s receiving, staying as a drug for his body. it’s looking so pretty that you wanted him to go dizzy – just moaning your name, wanting you to ride him.

“please move, pretty, please! need you to – ohh – move!”

“but what will I get in return for riding you good, pretty boy, hm?” you ask, a hand travels on his exposed chest – well-built, staying sharp, looking attractive.

“whatever you want!” he says without hesitation, not thinking for a second, just using his lust over his pride. “whatever you want, I will give you!”

“even holding it until I allow you to cum?” you ask, playing with his nerves, challenging – wondering how much he can resist, you smile widely – devilish can be seen underneath it as the gazes burn his body alive as you look at him from above, a hand on his chest, the other one pulling his blonde hair to make him look at you directly, not avoiding you – the blushes on his face are on the display fully, mouth half-open, vision is blurry as you assume from the way he looks at you – not showing any sign of logic behind those pretty pupils.

he nods after a while, promising you that he will behave for you.

feeling so overpowered at the moment, you move your hips gladly. the slow pace becomes faster with each passing time, you even bounce on it with such great strength that the sound of the flesh hitting the flesh is loud enough to make both of you and him reach your climax in an instant.

his strong hands grip your waist, finding a source of balance within them as he keeps screaming your name mixed with loud moans. “ohhh baby,” he says, rapid breath-taking making his voice turn huskier, and low, “my goddess, don’t stop – aghh – mhhm – please! more, more, ohhh yes!”

“leon -!” you scream his name when his own hips begin to move as well, in sync with yours, thrusting into you at the exact moment you lower down on his thick cock – your pussy is clenching around his length, the wetness it has because of soaking so much makes it so easy to go in and out of your pussy with a perfect pace. “’sooo good! my good boy, you’re doing so good for me.”

leon who is always beginning to shake on the knees whenever you praise him, calling him ‘good boy’ for you, loses it all until the last thing he knows how he switches, turning your body, making you stay under him as he shoves his cock into you once again – harder and deeper than ever, breaking you into half and earning the loudest moan from you for the night.

“fuuuuck -! leon!”

“ohh baby please, please tell me – mmmh – tell me how good I fuck you!” he says between his breaths – begs even to hear more from your pretty lips, wanting to be called with such a pet name and being praised.

who you are to reject his beg?

you give him what he wants – what he truly desires, praising him over and over again, “my good boy! so good! so perfect – agggh – fucking me so well!” until he makes both of you cum in unison, and hard enough to leave both of you feel the remaining highness coming from it even after he collapses onto the bed, beside you, taking you by the back, hugging you and kissing you fondly.

“your good boy, huh?” he teases, smirking down at you, “then let this good boy show how many times he can make you cum on his cock.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @manuursw *lots of kisses!*

[thatcatbasil]

the sound of someone you love who's going away and it doesn't matter

[yourdependente]

[libbydd]

[estrellah]

mine

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 3

Twilight

Definitely self indulgent, just a small thing I managed to throw together after a sleep deprivation filled day.

My Twilight Princess lover side definitely comes out on this one, as well as some vague headcanons in a short drabble, as always can be read as platonic or romantic.

There was something special, you think, about the way autumn came in a howling moonson of glory into the Era of Twilight, heralding the coming of the temperate strokes over the woods in flowering tones of russet, bronze, maple and amethyst in gilding gold over the evergreen of Hyrule’s eternity in warmth even as the weather turned ever colder, the late afternoon sunset fleeting in it’s mercurial transition into the hour of twilight, only matched in honor to the abandoned forests of the Era of Sky, the enduring wealds of the Era of time and the untamed thickets of the Era of Wilds. Oh so contrasting to it’s hero but no less lovely for it was a perfect balance, when you first met Twilight (or well, got properly acquainted, really, but that’s a story for another day), it was clear he was no less captivating than his homeland, as steady as the oaks and pines stretching towards the heavens and with the kindness of it’s people, was it any wonder then, that you found it easy to love the man with the loyalty and eyes of wolf to match the divine beast in his soul?

So it was why through a long, long period of trying to make the true extent of your feelings as unseen as a dream after waking hours and trying to hide just how enamored you had slowly become, that you became well acquainted with the tells that showed something weighted on his mind as you left Ordon’s Spring after washing Epona for the long road ahead tomorrow. The way his head hang just a little, ears lowering to match the way Wolfie’s would when he gently nudged one of the members of the Chain into holding him after a nightmare as his walls attempt to come back up, as solemn as a wolf in mourning.

Ever so responsible, ever steady. Trying to take the world onto his shoulders as any hero would.

He should have know it wouldn’t work on you, not after all you’ve been through.

“Rupee for your thoughts?” Your tone gently broke through the stillness of the stream as you fed Epona an apple, Twilight’s ears twitch as he turns towards you, softening as he notes the way the twilit enchanted sunlight lingered upon your visage in a most ephemeral way, shadows holding affectionately and brightening the stars of your eyes and the liminal nature of this moment and how Epona neighs, gently nudging the side of your hand for more rubs or maybe apples he knew you loved sneaking to her when he wasn’t looking, making your airy, fae like laughter free to be taken by the breeze.

“Reminiscing, is all.” He answer you, tone a low rumbling of the fall winds and like handling mirror shards into something new and beautiful as he privately holds onto the memory of your smile, holding it with claws and teeth for he can never quite be sure for how long he’ll have it, “It feels like a lifetime ago since...”

Since the start of his journey, since the beginning of his new one in the throes of attempting to settle in Ordon to lick his wounds after the lingering shaded reality of another realm settled into the crevices of his soul and marrow after grabbing the neck of the beast inside his being and biting down onto the hackles had left the injury open to bleed again.

Since losing Midna shattered his heart and killed him all at once, leaving him to live a life of haunting his own existence until you looked at him, all of him, and guided him back to life. Picking the shards of his heart and slowly putting them back together with the care of someone he’d seen mourn for an unfortunate nightingale on the road even as you cut yourself when he attempted to push you away.

You nod, gently resting your head on his shoulder, your gaze flicking to the Shadow Crystal, you don’t press about Midna and Twilight feels so, so warm, breathing out, you were both working on it, slowly but surely. Midna may not be dead, but he knew her absence left you haunted too, “Does it still hurt?” The twisting of reality upon his form, drawing from a well of ambition from long gone spirits who’d attempted to grab at the Goddesses throat, and the way the darkness so fiercely claimed any part of his he could touch. Making both of your shadows darker as the veil between worlds thinned, refusing to allow anything else to attempt a claim.

He shakes his head, gently putting his chin atop yours, “No, not anymore.”

You hum, gently nudging his chin in a sweet, adoring nuzzle, “I’m glad, then.”

You both remain on the spring until night falls, basking into one another’s presence and soaking into the timeless moment of learning to love one another as you can.

Twilight silently wishes that, just this once, he’s allowed to keep this the same way the Twilight Realm still keeps the old him.

[dmckinney79]

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.

John 8:32 (NLT) 

[dovelyscribbles]

Happy Lunar New Year!! 🧧✨ It’s the year of the rabbit AND cat, so I gotta give my favorite couple bunny/cat ears and tails~ 🐰🐱💖

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[uwhe-arts]

Happy New Year . . . | uwhe-arts

Thank you for another one wonderful and inspiring year on Tumblr. Thank you so much for the great support from the curators with their blogs and network blogs which support the photographers on Tumblr.

I want to say thanks everyone for the many hearts, beautiful comments, support and for the many Reblogs. I wish you all a peaceful, healthy and Happy New Year 2023.

The Photographers On Tumblr is a great communitity! Thanks for letting me be a part of it. Big hugs and Cheers! Thank you!

[thelcsdaily]

Happy New Year to All

As I reflect on the previous year and the countless achievements of 2022, I feel incredibly grateful. I'm appreciative of yet another wonderful year! Many of us make new objectives at the beginning of the year, often placing pressure on ourselves to fully commit to and accomplish them. But keep in mind that improvement and change take time, so be patient with yourself. Celebrate your progress along the road, take lessons from your mistakes, and keep going, even in small steps. Now let's look ahead to 2023. My Tumblr friends, a holiday toast to you all. A new year filled with good health, pleasure, and all the best things!

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.” —Pablo Picasso, artist

[brian-in-finance]

The actress Caitríona Balfe, center, taking her seat at the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

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In Belfast, a Celebration of Art, Community and Pizza

In October, on the second floor of a former spinning mill in east Belfast, the visual artist and author Oliver Jeffers, 46, hosted a candlelit dinner for a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists and friends. The Portview Trade Centre, as the building is called, stopped producing textiles in the 1970s and is now home to 54 artists’ studios and creative businesses, including Jeffers’s, and his neighbors made up a large portion of the guests and the organizers. The occasion was a personal one — the launch of his 20th book, “Begin Again” — but he also wanted to celebrate his wider creative community. Accordingly, the evening combined tributes to both Belfast, where the artist has a home in the Holywood area, and Brooklyn, where he lived until recently and still has a studio.

VIDEO 📹 The author and illustrator Oliver Jeffers invited friends to toast his new book at a dinner in a former textile mill.

Jeffers is perhaps best known for his philosophical, understated children’s books, including “The Book Eating Boy” (2006) and “The Heart and the Bottle” (2010). And true to his style, “Begin Again” is curious, warm and quietly profound. “Not for kids, but not not for kids,” Jeffers says, the book is a vibrantly illustrated exploration of the climate crisis that attempts to lay out a hopeful future for humanity. “It offers an idea of slowing down, of using what’s near us — of starting over,” says Jeffers, “with the realization that we cannot do anything until we start to act with a sense of unity, to tell ourselves new stories that are defined by what we want.”

Jeffers, center (in tan jacket), sat beside the film director Lisa Barros Da’Sa, at left. Photo: Rich Gilligan (and Caitríona Balfe, at right… BIF)

Pearson Morris, the head chef of the Belfast restaurant Noble, pan-fried wild halibut in a makeshift kitchen set up not far from the table. Photo: Rich Gilligan

While guests gathered for drinks, the sun could be seen setting over the city; on the north side of the building, hills rolled down toward the sea. The food too — a collaboration between the local bistro Noble, known for its unpretentious ingredient-led dishes, and Flout, an American-style pizzeria on the ground floor of Portview — was unmistakably rooted in Belfast. Despite a limited power supply and a lack of running water in the room, dishes were assembled and cooked in situ using three portable pizza ovens and a small stove. The table was lit with clusters of white candles and, after the sun finally went down, said Jeffers, it glowed with “the warmth of a hearth at home.”

The dinner table stood at the center of the 10,000-square-foot room. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The attendees: Jeffers celebrated with his wife and business manager, Suzanne Jeffers, and a group of Irish and Northern Irish artists, including the actress Caitríona Balfe, 44; the portrait artist Colin Davidson, 55; the electronic musician and composer David Holmes, 54; the husband-and-wife film director duo Glenn Leyburn, 54, and Lisa Barros Da’Sa, 49; and the writers Glenn Patterson, 61, and Jan Carson, 43. “Everybody at this dinner,” said Jeffers, “was interested in the power of narrative, the impact of what they do and how it makes other people feel.”

The table: Guests sat at two long tables — pushed together to create a more intimate arrangement — in the middle of the otherwise nearly empty 10,000-square-foot room. The events stylist Rachel Worthington McQueen, 30, sourced an Irish linen tablecloth in the same navy hue as the book cover’s background. Mismatched dishes in traditional Blue Willow patterns (originally bought from secondhand websites for Worthington McQueen’s wedding two years ago) held squat candles, and food was served on simple white plates brought over from Noble. Seasonal blooms — including deep burgundy dahlias and pale pink spray roses — echoed the rich palette of the book and were provided by the local, sustainable flower farm Sow Grateful. Each display was tied with bright pink twine, sourced by Suzanne Jeffers to match the exact Pantone color (number 812U) of the book’s title.

New Haven-style mussels pizza by Peter Thompson, the founder of the pizzeria Flout, was served alongside Noble’s halibut. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The food: To start, Noble’s co-founder and head chef, Pearson Morris, 34, served crab and lobster from nearby Bangor Bay dressed with homemade mayonnaise and his Bloody Mary tomatoes (heritage tomatoes steeped overnight in a mix of vodka, celery and Tabasco sauce) on Flout’s blackened focaccia. “I bake things so you think they’re burned — that’s flavor for me,” said the pizzeria’s founder, Peter Thompson, 45. Next was a take on the classic New Haven-style clam pie made with steamed Galway Bay mussels, alongside which Morris served pan-fried wild halibut with a fish head sauce. Then came Flout’s Detroit-style pepperoni pizza and a salad featuring locally grown baby gem lettuces. Dessert was Noble’s chocolate delice — jaconde sponge cake topped with salted caramel, dark chocolate parfait and a chocolate mirror glaze — accompanied by a salted caramel ice cream with Flout’s sourdough chocolate cookies tumbled through.

The drinks: Noble’s front-of-house manager and co-founder, Saul McConnell, 38, oversaw the drinks, which ranged from a vibrant Blanc de Meunier champagne for arriving guests to an amber passito-style Liastos wine from Lyrarakis, Crete, for the dessert course. The Boundary Brewing Company, Belfast’s first tap room and one of Jeffers’s neighbors in the building, provided an alternative aperitif: a full-bodied English bitter called A Certain Romance, a favorite of Jeffers’s studio team.

Jeffers illustrated the evening’s menus. Photo: Rich Gilligan

Noble’s chocolate delice, a jaconde sponge cake with salted caramel and a chocolate mirror glaze. Photo: Rich Gilligan

The conversation: Many artists talked shop, swapping notes on the production problems they encounter in their respective industries, and conversation also turned to global events. “There’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine,” said Jeffers. “We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now.”

The music: Jeffers enlisted the Irish producer and D.J. Marion Hawkes, who runs the record store Sound Advice in Portview, to create a playlist, which ranged from classic folk to contemporary electronic tracks.

The recipe for Noble’s mayonnaise: It’s hard to beat fresh, homemade mayonnaise, says Morris, and it’s a quick, thoughtful addition to a dinner at home. But despite its few ingredients, it’s deceptively difficult to make. He recommends starting with equal parts white wine vinegar and egg yolk (approximately 2 teaspoons of vinegar to two yolks), which prevents the eggs from splitting as you very gradually beat in 250 ml of oil, then season with 5 grams of sugar and 5 grams of salt. Morris likes to use extra-virgin rapeseed oil for its neutral flavor, and an electric mixer for ease.

The New York Times Style Magazine

Remember… there’s always been a comparison between the conflict in Northern Ireland and the conflict in Israel-Palestine. We talked about the divisive rhetoric that’s going on right now. — Oliver Jeffers

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[electromignion]

Happy New Year everyone!!

Here’s my very first drawing of the year (it’s 2:40am in France ksksk) and what was better than drawing Jeremy Bradshaw as the first drawing of the year?? Nothing! So here’s Jeremy celebrating 🫶💜

I’m sorry to have not posted in a while so I have plenty of drawings to post to catch up, but here’s a new way of drawing I’m experimenting with being using 1 alcohol marker, 1 coloured pencil and 1 white pen! (I also use 1 highlighter to have a background skskks)

Lots of love everyone and I hope your year will be full of good and happy things 🫶💜

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Happy New Year!!

*pops grape juice bottle* woooo we’ve made it, guys!

2023 was such a nice year in the fandom, in my opinion. There was s3 and that was a banger, but I feel like the stuff we were up to ourselves over here was amazing too. I got to talk more with some of my mutuals who I hadn’t been as close to before, and lovely people keep coming to this corner of the internet!! We had our first sketchbook event and are currently preparing for a general Hilda Appreciation Week, I feel like this is all amazing considering the size of this community.

Just wanted to thank everyone who’s been here for the ride as well! It’s certainly always more fun when you have people to be insane with you. I just. Get very touched thinking about the amount of support in this fandom and how we creatively fuel each other.

Anyway, just wanted to write this post as a thank you. I hope you’re having a lovely end of the year, and may 2024 be even better 💜

(I do have one small writing update to add, though! The first months of the year will probably be relatively devoid of new content from me. This for two reasons. One is that I churned out so many fics this year that I feel like even the people who like my writing are having a hard time catching up (I don’t know how this happened either-), and the other is that I’ll be using my free time to get ahead on preparing my content for the rest of the year! I won’t completely stop or anything (Hilda Appreciation Week will see to that), just wanted to leave this noted so no one things I’ve Vanished from the fic writing scene or anything. I’m just preparing my next attack. Anyways that was it happy new year!!)