#wooden picture

[ohh-lover]

Had a photoshooting for our cats 9th birthday! Everyone say happy birthday teddy

[hellenhighwater]

This thing is fifteen feet tall and I have. Regrets.

[little-pup-pip]

Hello~ Could I possibly request a moodboard? I like browns and natural colours! It would be for masc, the ages between toddler-kid, no paci please~ thank you~! ^_^

Here you go!!

[malioli]

Wooden bridge on night

[puppyeared]

is this your card? ♦️♣️♥️♠️ it isnt but you dont wanna hurt his feelings

[not-equippedforthis]

putting the funn in funerals

[dailymanners]

Be respectful when filming or taking pictures in public.

It's one thing if you're filming or taking a picture of a busy tourist attraction where it's unavoidable that some of the crowd is going to be in your picture or video. But it's another thing to intentionally take a picture or video with the intent of capturing someone doing something you find funny or embarrassing, without their consent, with the purpose of mocking them or having "funny" content.

First of all, most people are going to rightfully feel like it's a violation of their boundaries to be intentionally filmed or photographed without their consent. It's also just bullying behavior to take a picture or video of someone with the intention of mocking or ridiculing them.

Some people might think it's harmless if the other person never finds out they're being filmed or photographed, but it's still heavily disrespectful regardless of whether or not they find out. And you can't ever be certain it won't get back around to them.

And some people think "it's all in good fun" or "we're laughing with them, not at them" but if it's someone you barely know, or don't know at all, you can't know how it's actually going to make them feel.

[adam-trademark]

At the Edge

(June 7, 2019)

[midnightmah07]

Finished Damali's room yippeeeeee

The cleaned up rooms for the dorms can be found here btw!

[coincasual]

ashlynn ella! local reclusive shoe maker (don’t worry, all of her products are vegan!)

[choc-ice-on-wheels]

Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture.

[the-grays-of-ink]

Me? Having a phase? No . . .

I have most definitely not been having a phase

[l3irdl3rain]

these are far from all of them but i print a picture of every single pet I’ve ever owned to put somewhere in my house.

[willwritesagain]

The Mansion On Newman Hill

James was exploring the creepy mansion that had been left empty for decades. It came with all the typical ghost stories and rumours of occultists practising dark rituals. But being an urban explorer most of the places James had been to had stories like that. When he got to the main hall the floor boards creaked and it smelt of old polish and dust. Sunlight shone through the windows making the room feel warm. James walked over to the window, looking out at the overgrown garden, imagining what this place would have looked like back in the day. The floor boards creaked again as he turned to explore more, however he was stopped by the most peculiar feeling in his stomach. He rubbed his stomach, feeling his hard abs through his shirt. The floor creaked again, but it was strange because James hadn't taken another step.

Suddenly all of his clothes disappeared and a pain shot across his shoulders. A powerful aching feeling that me him yell out in surprise and he tensed his shoulders creating a strong square frame. The pain wasn't going away, and the creaking sound now seemed to be coming from him. His shoulders slowly began to drop down his body. James was totally freaked out, he tried shrugging them up to get them to stay where they're supposed to be. It was no used His arms were receding down his body. Somehow he still had control of his arms, now level with his well defined top abdominal muscles, maybe the ridges were too defined. He was holding each misplaced arms trying to push them upwards, that's when he noticed his fingers, they were shrinking into his palms. Eventually all that was left of his hands were narrow little nubs and the ends of each arm. His arms were becoming a lot stiffer, but also straightening themselves vertically down. He watched as he toes began to pull back into his feet and his feet narrowing down also, making him loose his balance. He began to fall backwards but his arms had now stopped dropping down his body and had stopped at his hips. It was almost as if he was sitting down on a chair, knees bent with foot legs of the ground. Now with no way of being able to move, all he could do was scream out and watch as the flesh on his legs and arms began to become wooden, from the ground up his skin began to give of a shiny wooden look.

He then noticed that he also had wood, his cock was swelling up, the biggest erection he had ever had, however it wasn't pointing upwards, it was dead level with his thighs. James felt a pulling sensation and watched as his rock hard dick lengthened before his eyes, it was almost to his bent knees when it also began to grow in widths too. Eventually it grew to wide that was pressing against each of his transforming legs. No, not pressing against, fusing to, his transforming legs, until it looked like he was wearing a fleshy skirt. this soon began to follow suit by hardening and becoming polished and wooden. James was so horrified and distracted by what he had just watched happen to his once brilliant cock, he hadn't noticed that the indentations of where his beautiful abs and pecs once were had now pushed all the way through his body, leaving four vertical gaps and one horizontal gap in his body you could see straight through, and was already polished and wooden by the time he realised. A this point he was a human head on top of an old wooden chair.

His hair and beard began to pull back into his head and face. He could no longer scream out as his mouth had sealed shut at the back and was filling up from back to front until there was no mouth left of his face. His ears fused against his hairless head and they too seemed themselves. James was now left deaf and silent but could still see and feel his new wooden body creaking and little ridged details pushed out of the wood where his ankles and knees used to be. His head began to widen and he felt immense pressure as it began to squash inward. he made the mistake of closing his eyes to deal with the pressure and found he could not open them up again. As his head continued to flatten and widen, his nose stretched outwards until it was pulled flat against where he face used to be and turned, like the rest of him to polished wood.

To anyone else who entered the mansion on Newman Hill, they would see a lot of empty rooms apart from the main hall which had an old creepy chair by the window. The funny thing is James was still in the chair. He couldn't move, see, speak or anything he could do just 15 minutes ago. However he was still fully conscious and aware that he. will forever be a wooden chair. Maybe he should have paid attention to those ghost stories.

[malioli]

Rastoke fairy tale on the rivers

[no-psi-nan]

Kusuo also makes life size replicas of people he loves so it's truly the Saiki family tradition <3