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miss-mossball · 2 days
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Stupid games, stupid prizes
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sugas6thtooth · 19 days
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butteryplanet · 4 months
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☕️COFFEE LOAF☕️ FROM 1959
Damn that eye makeup is stunning.
I wonder if a friend did it for him.
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celesse · 2 years
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For all your baking kneads 🍞🐱💖
Another design I'm working to make available as totes, tea towels, prints and possibly shirts too!
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collageofnudes · 2 months
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Zhanna Pavlova (Жанна Павлова)
part 1 / 4 (part 2 , part 3 , part 4)
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thatsbelievable · 4 months
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catfindr · 8 months
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heartnosekid · 6 months
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cute fluffy bear pancakes 🐻🥞 | source
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skullghoulz · 5 months
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For a writing prompt: Miguel and reader baking some treats and getting in a flour fight!
THIS IS THE CUTEST ASK EVERRR YES thnk you for this idea<3 i hope this is what you had in mind anon
flour fight
You were in an apron with Miguel, and you were in your shared kitchen. The both of you had been wanting to bake together, and it was a lazy weekend, so naturally, you were going to show him how you made your special treats he so absolutely loved.
You had finished tying your apron, and you took a good look at Miguel. He was wearing his usual compression shirts, with an apron. You had a giddy smile on your face as you admired your lover. The apron just snatched him more..
"You and your perfect waist," you grinned at him, inviting yourself to touch his sides and give him a squeeze.
"[Name]..." he sternly said, trying to not crack a smile. He was hiding a smile, or at least he thought he was.
"Whaaaat? It's true." You grinned and gave him a final squeeze, turning back to your counter that you were slowly covering with flour.
You had the dough placed on the floured counter, preparing to finish it off. Miguel came behind your backside and squeezed your sides this time, feeling you up shamelessly.
You stiffened, preparing to scold him. You really enjoyed it, you just never admitted it. He was well aware. You could feel your body warm instantly, knowing it was his favorite spot to rest his hands.
"It's only fair," He said into your ear, smiling as he gave a light bite to it and looked at what you were doing. He was always scheming, one step ahead of you.
He took a little flour in his hands and gently blew it on your face, chuckling a little. You flinched, letting out a noise. You could feel how your face reddened with embarrassment, having caught you off guard twice.
You coughed a little and swatted a hand at him, now you were laughing, your pouting expression gone.
"You did not! Oh, you did nooot." You were smiling now, suddenly forgetting about the dough, and focused on the new task at hand: getting back at him.
"Oh, I did. And I'll do it again." Miguel smirked smugly at you and took his hand, rubbing it against the flour covered counter that you had so carefully prepared.
"Miguel, you're making a freakin' mess! Stop!" You were laughing too, and you took a handful yourself, swatting it at him, you were shielding yourself with your hands, feeling your stomach start to hurt with laughter.
He was full on smiling now, bringing a puff right back at you. He had the vantage point because he was taller than you, dwarfing you always.
"You better stop!" You were laughing and he was too. You grabbed him at his sides and gently pulled him closer, his face lazily grinning back at you as he expected a kiss. You neared his face noticing he'd closed his eyes before taking the left over flour you had still peppered on you, blowing it at his face.
He instantly let out a groan, his fang slightly protruding out as he frowned, processing what you did. You got him back. He took a hand and attempted to wipe his face off, only making more of the flour smudge on his face.
You were laughing your ass off, and he couldn't help but smile at you. He would get that kiss. He came closer to you and scooped you up in his floured hands, gingerly keeping you secure, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding you by your backside.
"'m getting that kiss," he grumbled, his eyes dilating as he looked at your face, not so shyly trailing it slowly down your face, to your lips. At this point, both of your faces were smudged with flour, but that didn't stop either of you, leaning in for the floury kiss.
"Love you," you said smiling, your lip color tinted with white flour.
"I love you, too.” Wolfishly grinning back at you.
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one-time-i-dreamt · 9 months
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My dad dreamt that all my friends came over and said they wanted to eat flour. They dumped a 5 pound bag on the floor and started licking it. When he told them to knock it off, they called him a racist and a fascist.
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nothingelsetobe · 28 days
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Please watch this and reblog. and Support the original video any way you can.
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crim50n-r8er-reblogs · 9 months
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ONION SOUP 🧅 BREAD 🍞 FROM 1968
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This dish is such a common/basic dish in almost every Mexican household yet so hearty and delicious!!
Homemade Picadillo with Flour tortillas
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number-1-haxorus-fan · 8 months
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I'm baking everyone a cake! You get to pick how much of each thing is added!
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ozgurkedi · 1 year
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