#from SCRATCH

[healthilyathome]

Please don't let people saying "baking is a science" keep you from doing it. Tonight I made a cake. I accidentally poured too much milk in, just used the last of the sugar I had in my cupboard which ended up being 12 grams too much, and was almost 20 grams short on cocoa powder. The cake tastes amazing and my husband inhaled his piece in under 30 seconds.

[wishfuldivine]

Gaz getting his neck licked by Ghost?

He was out training the recruits. The weather was piss poor. Absolutely hotter than the fucking devil's ass crack and it was beginning to make everyone want to drench themselves in cold water or worse, die.

The new batch of meat had arrived a couple of days ago, and Price had so humbly given him the order for this duty.

'Take them under your wings, Gaz.'

And now, here he was. Sweating buckets while having to teach these amateurs how to get it done.

They have been going for more than an hour now, when he finally decided to take pity on their souls. After all, he understood how it could be. He had been a rookie once.

"Alright! It's a ten minute break and then we're back at it! Don't want to carry your ass to medical for passing out."

He saw how they all sighed in relief and hurried to hydrate themselves under the nice shaded area. A small snort escaped him when some dropped down dramatically in hopes of resting.

"Holdin' on well, Garrick?"

He raised a brow and turned to look at the lieutenant. Sometimes, he wondered how the fuck is it that Ghost never melted under that mask and uniform. It left him completely perplexed. But then, he dismisses it by Ghost just being Ghost.

"Better than Cap, that's for sure." He answered with amusement. His beautiful brown eyes twinkled along.

"Here, came to give you this."

He looked down and hummed. It was his sacred tumbler. It is more than likely filled with fresh cold water.

"Appreciate it, mate."

He opened it up and took very long sips. The cold water went down his throat like heaven. He moaned lightly at that.

He continued without giving a shit that some had spilled on his lips, to his chin, and finally down to his neck.

It wasn't until he finished and was about to wipe himself off with his hand when a gloved hand stopped him and then felt a tongue on his neck.

His eyes widened. Ghost was licking his neck. The lieutenant was licking his neck. He gasped lightly at that since it was absolutely unexpected.

And just as fast as it came, it was gone. His cheeks burned and not due to the disgusting weather.

"There we go, lad. See you later. You already know where."

He immediately composed himself, cleared his throat, and nodded. A small smirk appeared on his lips.

It was going to be a wild night.

[inbabylontheywept]

To be fair a gas station hotdog could be used to ward off humans too

You come here, on my blog, to read my poasts, and you mock my sacrement? I think if Jesus was born in the 2000s, he would've used a hotdog as his stand in. Not bread. Because nothing encapsulates the beauty and the horror of God's forgiveness quite the same way. Everyone wants it, everyone needs it, but if we had to see how it was made, we'd be sick.

(I've wondered before, if that's why vampires are repelled by crosses. Not because they're uniquely evil, but because they're uniquely aware.)

[ramshacklerumble]

What a crowd! It’d be easy to get lost, so let’s stick together, okay?

Groovification: Most people think I look the part, but honestly, metal isn’t really my thing. Still…I’m really happy I came along.

Set Home: I think I see the others!

Home Transition 1: Cater begged me to come along and I just couldn’t say no. I guess he knew the group he was coming with weren’t the type to wanna sit back and enjoy the show from a distance, haha.

Home Transition 2: My hometown will have entire dance parties where everyone’s invited, but even if I brought everyone from the last several generations, it’d be a blip compared to this place!

Home Transition 3: Waiting in line, Gia bumped their head against my shoulder a few times. I…think they were being affectionate.

Home, after Login: Don’t think about stadium collapses…don’t think about stadium collapses…Well, now I’m just thinking about crowd crushes— Let’s go get some pretzels…!!

Tap Home 1: Y’know after everything we’ve all been through, going on a joyride on a tour bus suddenly doesn’t seem like such a big deal. Sorta. Kinda….I think I’d die if we’re caught.

Tap Home 2: Maybe I’m just seeing things, but Sebek and Kingsley seem to be getting along. They’re not trying to kill each other, so I’ll take that as a win.

Tap Home 3: I’m happy I got to catch up with Lilia. He’s an…interesting guy, but he was still one of my good friends in NRC.

Tap Home 4: I wish Trey could’ve been here, but he had a big catering gig already queued up. …He did look relieved to be able to bring that up as an excuse, though.

Tap Home 5: Something in my…? Oh! Just my tongue piercing. I got a whole lot more pierced up since you last saw me, ah?

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sorrel!!! so same note as i put in gia’s card: wishmaster does take place 2 years after the canon events of twst for me, which makes sorrel nrc alumni at this point. he’s here to catch up with his buddies and keep cater company while they watch the others throw down in the mosh pit. he’s got more tattoos (you can kinda see that he got his neck blacked out) besides his piercings. as for what he’s more into, sorrel is into post-punk/dark wave/spanish 80’s rock.

SSR Concert Wear Gia

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[slayataya]

Grandmas recipe

[aychama]

Yo bunny!

I am not immune to dumb animation memes

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I was debating if I should post this or not because I dont really like how it turned out but oh well

This was as best as I could have saved this whole thing. Hope you guys enjoy ;0;

[fullcravings]

Monkey Bread Recipe (From Scratch)

[tum-naam-sochlo-merese-ni-hora]

Chat how the fuck did religion even come into existence

[practical-hearthcraft]

not to brag but I've perfected my crusty farmhouse loaf for the family daily driver. ft. homemade wax wrap.

[dragons-r-cool]

GUYS!!!!

It's finally happening...

After so long waiting to learn how to spin yarn, I visited a local independent yarn shop only to find this!!!!

I found some wooden dowels in the art room at my college and bought some small cup hooks from bnq. My dad had a spare plank of wood and a hole saw and....

Tada!

I made three, but two are quite wonky :/

This one works tho and I'm finally spinning!!!!!!

I'm getting more consistent as I go, I'll post again when I've finished :)))

Any tips from experienced spinners would be greatly appreciated!

[healthilyathome]

[wishfuldivine]

Gaz having to kiss who actually fucks him better?

Price thinks he'll win. He's been giving it to him in the best ways. Different positions, different places. Different roles, different plays. Being the one to make him scream the loudest, he was sure his precious sergeant will choose him.

Soap was very cocky. Declaring his victory way ahead of his boy making the decision. He knew that he'll win. With the way that he always knew the perfect kinks and turn ons, how to hit it and so much more. He's seen how much his fellow sergeant melts under his touch. He already saw himself as the winner.

Ghost was silent. Never speaking or showing how much he knew he will be the one to get kissed by his pretty boy. He knew how to destroy him in bed every time they enjoyed a quiet and relaxed chat that turned into something so filthy. His demeanor in between the sheets said enough.

But what Gaz does makes them all want to die or explode. He ignores them all and just walks away. A smirk on his juicy lips. The little shit. He knew what he was doing.

Why choose one when you can have all three?

[potatoplace]

From Scratch

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Making Dinner 💖

Elucien x Reader

Summary: You, Lucien, and Elain live together in a cottage on the border of Velaris, finding peace in rural life. On a warm summer evening, the three of you prepare a roast together.

Warnings: None! Unless you count smooching 😚😚

Words: 909

Author's Note: omggg I love this one so muuuch it's so cute 🥰 I think that I adore Elucien x Reader now, Elucien is such a sweet couple (but I feel like they're also horny af yknow? Luce is stiiiill an autumn male 🤭) and they both have cozy but fun vibes. I hope you guys like this one! Read it on AO3

18+ only pls

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The air was warm, with a slight breeze running through your hair as you finished up on Bessie, your sweet milking cow. Practiced hands squeezed her udders while your eyes took the opportunity to look around, searching for where your golden haired lover had taken residence in the garden. It took you until you’d put Bessie back in the pasture to spot her, buried amongst the raspberry bushes that had been bountiful in the summer heat.

You smiled as you took the milk pail into the cottage and emptied it into jugs, sealing and placing them all within the enchanted cold box. You’d skim cream from them later, once it’s cooled. Maybe you’d go into Velaris tomorrow and sell some again, along with any extra produce you’d grown. After all, there was only so much milk the three of you could drink. The three of you could go together, make a day of it.

For now though, you headed back into the summer heat, joining Elain in the garden. You peeked into her basket, eyes widening at how many berries she’d already picked.

“Good yield this year, hmm?” You commented as you kissed her cheek, grinning when she turned to place one on your lips gently.

“Mm, very. I’m almost done with these, honey, you can get started on the herbs for dinner. I was thinking we could roast some root vegetables with the chicken, so anything that would go well with them would be good,” Elain said brightly, popping a raspberry into your mouth before sending you away.

You nodded as you walked over to the much smaller, raised garden beds, each plant marked with a smooth piece of wood, it’s name carved into it. Picking the right herbs was easy, you knew by now the herb mix that the three of you had agreed was best for chicken. Hands easily pulled a head of garlic from the ground, and a sharp knife helped you harvest rosemary, sage, and thyme.

Elain was kneeling on the ground when you walked past her, noisily blowing her a kiss as she pulled a carrot from the ground, her head whipping towards you. A smile bloomed on her lips, her nose scrunching the way you loved so much, and she blew you a kiss back before returning to her task.

You’d just gotten half of the herbs chopped finely, the others set aside to stuff into the bird, and begun mixing them with butter and a small amount of olive oil when Lucien walked through the back door, a freshly butchered chicken resting in a pan. You wrinkled nose at it for a moment before reminding yourself that it’s the circle of life.

You had never quite enjoy seeing the process, though.

Lucien transferred the chicken over to the roasting pan, then washed his hands before he came up behind you as you stirred the herb butter, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “That smells delicious, sweetheart,” he whispered into your ear, his lips ghosting over the expanse of your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as he pulled you further into him. His sinfully soft lips pressed a line of gentle kisses to your skin, your head tilting to the side to allow him better access. He laugh seductively at that, before pulling away abruptly.

“Back to work, we don’t want the chicken to spoil,” Elain giggled as she set the basket of vegetables onto the counter. “There’s plenty of time for that later,” Elain said with a cute wink, her eyes hinting that later may come while the roast was cooking.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Luce, can you put this on the bird?” You asked, turning with the butter in your hands to face him, batting your eyelashes at him and sticking your bottom lip out. “Pleeease?”

His beautiful, russet and gold eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at you. “In exchange for a kiss, my love.”

Without wasting a moment you pressed your lips to his, loving the way you fit together so perfectly. “As though I wouldn’t kiss you every moment of every day that I’m not also kissing ‘Lainey,” you said breathlessly as you pulled away from him, enjoy the slightest hint of pink that rose to his cheeks.

The bowl changed hands and Lucien began spreading the mixture over the chicken, and you and Elain began to work on the vegetables. You scrubbed at potatoes and carrots while Elain took care of the onion, something that she always did to save your eyes, a habit that you absolutely loved about her.

The three of you worked in a comfortable silence, with Lucien bringing the roasting pan to the counter you and Elain were now chopping the carrots and potatoes at once he had finished spreading the butter over everything.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then Elain’s before he began stuffing the chicken with the herbs you’d set aside as well as a chunk of onion. As the two of you finished cutting pieces, he would place them in the pan, making the three of you a quick working machine.

Soon enough the roast went into the oven, leaving the three of you standing close together, thoughts of earlier on all of your minds.

“So… The couch?” You asked, giggling as Lucien and Elain dragged you with them to said couch in an instant.

After all, dinner wouldn’t be ready for over an hour.

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[slayataya]

Happiness is homemade

[grandmawitch]

IT’S GETTING COZY AROUND THESE PARTS 🍂✨