#first timer

[the-witch-of-the-wandering-ways]

Had hours to kill on a plane and the full EPIC: The Musical downloaded on my phone so… Stage production concepts:

Ten pic maximum so will add a couple more in a reblog. Full disclosure, my memory is terrible so if there is any similarity to existing art/anything it’s purely accidental but feel free to mention it!

The idea is that the clouds/foliage are permanent, hollow and made of translucent paper so it can change colour with light (or something idk). Boat rotates, moving circle on bottom also. The lighting bolts have lights so during storms and Zeus parts they can light up.

[razarar-9713]

I was dared to right fanfic of Jackson storm and lightning.. one of my first thoughts today was to share it here.

I apologise.

Jackson was practicing on a Sunday for a race due Thursday. Two things on his mind: Being fastest, and Mcqueen. "Be faster, beat his score." He did. Jackson is faster than him. So he gloats; he goes out to the local gas station for a few gallons as a reward.

Hours pass by of blissful alcoholism, his rearview mirror spinning. Too much diesel can have some consequences for a car such as a Jackson. It gets you loopy and excitable. It's late and there's few cars around the bar; He should get back before he can't even drive home.

But before he can get far, a recognisably special red car caught attention through his windscreen.

"Hey hotstuff" HOT STUFF?! It just slipped out..

"Hii-" he's.. Drunk. Amusing

"What brings you here? I just so happen to be celebrating a victory." He chimes and then waits for the reply.

"Hey! I'm out celebrity, too!" he had lit up, excited.

"Ooh.! How.. about, we go to my place and celebrate... more?" He smirks as Mcqueen seems to shift gears to start driving.

"Yes" And with that, Jackson Storm takes Mcqueen to his penthouse garage for some... Fun.

Jackson's penthouse is large with all the essential things a car would ask for, anything they could ever need. A parking lot; for resting, a personal mechanic cornered, diesel pumps, and -his favourite- the speedometer treadmill.

He can't help the smug feeling he always gets in his turbines from bringing a car home, how excited most were.

Mcqueen IS speed; so naturally, he is intrigued by the machine. Jackson knows it, and offers assistance into the device. With a menacing idea, he locks it. The feeling stirs a flustered rev out of Mcqueen's engine. As per the function: the treads roll, then increase the acceleration.

From earlier inebriation, Jackson can only embrace the donut smoke clouds within his dashboard. He watches the machine work though Mcqueen's gears; groping across his axles. It makes the turbo flutter and 'Stutututu'. ©

Inside messy smoke rings of thoughts, he urges to move; to entwine with the over-sensitivities.

Jackson drifts his way onto the treadmill, positioning himself on top of Mcqueen's steamy red wrapping. He revs in excitement, his exhaust rattles with aching anticipation. Giving a strained rumble of his engine, he penetrates the pipe of Mqueen's tailgate.

A loud, flustered sputter escapes Mqueen, but he doesn't writhe. He can't drive away; after all, he's been pinned. He can merely succumb to neutral. Fighting this will only ache by the morning. Especially when there is such a thick strength to Jackson's throbbing exhaust.

The lack of push back fuels satisfaction and desire. Stagnation does not, though. He adjusts the machine through its terrain settings. A winding, shaking gravel path perfect to increase vibrations into their mingling friction.

The double of stimuli trigger a high pitch keen out of Mcqueen. His blinker fluid leaking from the tip upon the sensational rattling of their entwined exhaust.

"...deeper" he can barely beg through the haze of feeling throbbing, thrusts inside him.

Jackson grins and leans forward with a pleasured, low rev into Mcqueen's ear. "good boy"

[squ1k]

FIRST TIME 3D MODELING. based off of acnh fanart my friend made!! :33

[uwudonoodle]

Word Search Tag Game

Rules: In a new post use the words below (or choose your own) to find where they appear in your WIP/s and share those parts.

My words are: sigh away upset

I was nominated my @physalian Thanks for giving me an excuse to finally share some of my writing!

This is all from my untitled Zelink long fic wip set between BOTW and TOTK. This is one of the first times I've ever shared my writing. Be nice to me, I'm a beginner.

Sigh:

Impa took a sip of her tea. "So, do you still feel the same way about him?"

Zelda looked at her hands, then nodded. "I thought, back then, we might have been growing closer. He was starting to open up more." She smiled wanly, then shook her head. "I was probably mistaken, and now he doesn't even remember me."

"Have you asked him how much he remembers?" Impa raised an eyebrow at her. Zelda didn't answer. "Ask him. I bet he remembers more than you think he does."

"What does it matter if he has a dozen more memories of me? You were married before, right? You know love is often in the little things. He doesn't have the complete picture anymore. All the conversations we had, the trust we built... He's different now. You see how much more unburdened and open he is than before."

"-and that's a bad thing?" Impa asked in surprise.

"No, it's not." Zelda stammered. She took a deep breath. "Whatever relationship we had before is gone now, and that hurts."

Impa sat looking thoughtful before continuing. "It's true that you can't go back to how things were before. He may never recover all his memories, but you two have also fallen into a friendly dynamic far faster than two strangers should. The future isn't written yet. Just because the past didn't work out the way you wanted, doesn't mean there's no hope for the future."

Zelda shook her head. "I'm not getting my hopes up. I've had enough disappointment to last me a lifetime."

Impa put her small wrinkled hand on top of Zelda's. "I won't argue with you on that."

"Hey, Zelda!" a shout came from below. Zelda stood and walked to the porch railing. Link was standing near the cooking pot holding a basket of eggs. "Are you ready to ruin your second omelet?" She smiled back at him, and held up a finger to say she'd be down in a minute.

Impa poked Zelda's ankle with her walking stick. "You love him." she teased in a sing-song voice.

Zelda sighed and closed her eyes. "Yeah, I do. I love him." She thought for a moment. "I don't think I've ever said it out loud before. And you keep it to yourself." she added with a warning finger. "Awe, I'm sorry. I didn't even drink my tea."

"Just go." Impa said with an exhasperated grin.

Zelda left her cold tea and ran down to him. As predicted, she did ruin her second omelet. They had so many eggs, Link encouraged her to keep trying, so she made a third and forth as well. On the fifth try, she finally got the perfect flip. The smile he gave her made her more happy than her success did.

Away:

Link sat down, removed his boots, and began rolling his pants up. "There should be a few fish in that marsh. Would you like to wade out with me?"

"I could, but I don't think I'll be much help."

"That's okay. You can stay here if you'd rather." Link said as he dipped his feet in the water.

Zelda sat in the grass near the edge of the water. It was twilight now. The strongest light came from the soft green glow of the fireflies that bobbed over the water. All she could see was Link's dark silhouette as he wandered through the shallow water some distance away. She wondered how he could see anything in this low light. She heard an unexpected sound, and leaned forward. Was he whistling? Zelda didn't know much about fishing, but she thought you had to be quiet so as not to scare the fish away.

Link's silhouette slowly wandered towards her, occasionally stopping to whistle. When he was just a few paces from her, he blew the loudest whistle yet. Suddenly, nearly a dozen small fish swam right up onto the dirt in front of her. Zelda was so shocked, she just sat there with her mouth hanging open.

"Quick!" Link shouted. "Grab them before they find their way back in the water."

Zelda wasn't sure what he expected her to do, but she jumped to her feet, and picked up the first fish she came to. It was cold and writhing and she wanted to throw it. Not knowing what else to do with it, she held her long skirt out in front of her like a basket, and dropped the slippery fish into it... and then another, and another... Soon, her dress was heavy with wriggling fish. She could feel them flopping against her legs. She ran towards the fire pit, shrieking her discomfort all the way. She let her skirt drop, and all the fish fell into the dirt, still flopping wildly. She shivered violently.

"Are you okay?" Link had finally caught up with her.

Zelda turned to look at him, a large wet stain on the front of her dress. Link started to laugh, and she eventually joined him. "What did you expect me to do?" she asked incredulously.

Link took a couple of breaths before responding. "I don't know, but it wasn't that. I never knew fancy dresses were so useful."

"When I was a kid, I watched the maids use their aprons to carry things from room to room. I got the idea to use my skirt to steal berries from the gardens. I always got caught though, as they often left red stains on the front of my nicest gowns. I guess I still have an instinct to use my dress to carry things." Zelda gestured towards to water. "What were you doing out there? How did you get all the fish to jump out of the water like that?"

"Since I couldn't see very well, I decided to try scaring the fish towards shore by making noise." he explained. "I wasn't even sure how many I'd rounded up. It looks like we'll have plenty for dinner though."

Upset:

When they'd finished lunch, they resumed pitting the cherries. Although it went much faster with two people, it still took some time. They worked together in silence for a while, until Zelda broke it by bursting into giggles. "What?" Link questioned, welcoming a distraction from the monotony in front of him.

"Nothing." she said. She pinched her lips together, pretending it hadn't happened.

"Hmm... because it sounds like something." he pushed. "Are you still laughing about what happened at the dye shop?"

She gave him an apologetic look. "It's not like my memory has faded much in the last hour." she said defensively. "I'm still grateful to you, by the way."

"For what? Sacrificing my own dignity to spare yours?"

She covered her face with her hands as she burst out laughing again. She peeked one eye out from between her fingers. "I am sorry for laughing. I can't help it."

Link felt his face soften. "Don't worry, I'm not actually that upset about it. I've never dyed a dress before, so that last drop was bit of a surprise for me too." Despite himself, he started to giggle along with her. What was there to do about it now but laugh?

I'm nominate: @tr33fr0gg3r @mistresslrigtar @hurricane105 (Sorry if I missed any of my other writer friends. Feel free to nominate yourself.)

Your words are: eye glow door (Or you can pick your own words if you don't like these ones.)

[kadaverk1nks]

Being pushed into a bathroom >>>>>>>> god I could only hope to be forcefully drugged up and fucked stupid, something about my brain being so fuzzy and being unable to control it makes my cock leak so much

love hearing what you’d do to me,

First timer

How cute can you be?! If it were up to me I'd keep you drugged and stuffed, fucking you back into a stupor anytime you start using words that are to big or complicated. No need to think, pup, just be a good, brainless little dog for me 💜

After all, life's easy when you're just someone's mutt, right?

[marieana1192]

Checked off four firsts in one day—golfing, Round1, an internet café and egyptian foods! ⛳🎳💻🍽️

Who knew I was this adventurous? 😆🤭

[piperdawn2]

Got my very first brand new electric guitar

[reydeyflummyx759z]

Scenario D

Person A, who has allergies, is in love with Person B, who doesn't have allergies (or so they think). One night, Person B is complaining that there's something in their nose, and they're sneezing like mad. Person A tests a theory that Person B is allergic to something. Person B denies that they're allergic to anything all the way through. However, all of a sudden, Person B starts sneezing again. Person A then calls a doctor, who explains that allergies can start at any time. When Person A tells Person B the news, they laugh it off, stating that they're not allergic to anything. However, the sneezing returns with a vengeance, and Person A & Person B visit the ENT.

It turns out... Person B is now allergic to everything, and they're experiencing allergies for the first time in their life. The irony? None of Person B's family has allergies, but for the first time, Person B is a sneezing mess.

[knitjumpergames]

“Here we go…” - a Dark Souls 2 journal - chapter 1

So I have never played a Dark Souls game, ever, but I’ve always been curious. So the other week I bought Dark Souls 2 on the Xbox 360, determined to give it a go. I’m aware, just through social osmosis I guess, of the reputation of these games have of being very challenging, so I am apprehensive, but I’m willing to give it a go to experience and explore what looks to be a really fascinating story and world. I remember when I was a kid, I would play games that were not good, even bad, just to experience the story.

SO, I figured as someone going in blind, it’d be interesting to journal some of this experience, my immediate and developing thoughts on the experience

In the starting area, I run around a little and try the controls. I like the weight and timing of the attacks, feels more grounded and they have a real heft. I notice that you can’t really interrupt animations, a deliberate choice I suspect that will require careful timing.

The aesthetic already has my attention, the space feels old and crumbling and decrepit. It’s a vibe. I walk into a field of these dog rat things and take a swing at one. They swarm and kill me instantly.

Welcome to Dark Souls.

[supremetrinibaddie]

Am I a baker now ?

Recently I started making pastries. I’m not able to make my dough from scratch as of yet since I don’t have the counter space. So for now I’m using store bought puff pastry, there is nothing wrong with that quite handy for a beginner like myself. I was eager to start and didn’t have all the ingredients for danishes so I made peach turnovers. Compared to the danishes I made this morning the turnovers were larger than life lol. Triangular shaped and huge. They came out amazing for my first time. The right about of seasoning/sauce, the only thing I would say was messed it was the ratio of fruit to pastry. With just these two large pieces I could’ve used a whole peach instead of half. Today I make three kinds of danishes Strawberry, Peach, and Guava. I wasn’t a big fan of the guava, idk it was like mildly sweet and tart. This was my second time making a guava danish. The first time (two days ago) I felt like there was too much guava paste so it didn’t have a chance to warm and melt completely. Today I used thinner slices and it worked out much better. Each danish consist of the fruit mixture and the cream cheese mixture. The strawberry just needs some sugar and cornstarch, where as the peaches can be by choice or the basic cinnamon, brown sugar, and lemon juice. Once the pastries are assembled and sealed you want to make some slits on top, they don’t need to be deep just enough to vent. Brush with egg wash before popping them in the oven. Baking for under 20m I had some delicious fruit danishes. I have yet to accomplish how to make like a glaze. I want to make something like the glaze of a donut but more with the consistency of the toaster strudel glaze. I’ll be working on perfecting a glaze that I can drizzle over the pastries

I’m excited to try other desserts and pastries. I’ve made box cakes I’m not a big cake person so I rarely make them now. I do love making brownies. But I feel like these are kinda basic, traditional if you will. I want to explore and push my limits. I’m not afraid of failing and having to try multiple times. I’m afraid of wasting the groceries lol and then throwing them out *clutches chest* Scary thought lol

[pileofgoblinsinatrenchcoat]

Join me on my journey to watch Supernatural for the first time. Day one and all this time I had Dean and Sam switched. Dean definitely looks like his name should be Sam and vice versa.

[leighlew3]

Palm trees were Mom’s favorite. They’ll be on her tombstone. And now on me forever. 💜🌴

[kadaverk1nks]

I jsut got high for first time last night and I’m still not back to sarth yet I wanna be taken advantage of bad forcing me to take more and more until I’m just a dumb dog

Oh what a cute little thing you are!

I'd love to sit you in my lap and feed you edibles, get you all fuzzyheaded and puppybrained, telling you over and over that you're such a good puppy for me

have you panting, whining, and barking for me while i grind you down on my cock, make you beg to be bred and knotted because youre too stupid and stoned to know any better

after having you beg so nicely, it'd be cruel not to fill you up, right, pup? ♡

[vocalwarrior24]

Guess which classic Broadway musical my gay ass is seeing tonight for the very first time!!! 🧙🪄💚💜😈😉

[toridawnz]

eyebrows on fleek da fuk?!

(im making a walking cycle animation!)