Tumgik
#chunky ginger
vizreef · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Elektronika 502 Video // chunky ginger household (!) reel-to-reel video recorder (Soviet Union , 1976)
3K notes · View notes
jmrgby1988 · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
I had a haircut.
28 notes · View notes
gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years
Text
I AM THE KING OF MAKING UP LORE TO FIT MY OWN PURPOSES
3 notes · View notes
elliesmainhoe · 1 year
Text
PLAYER TWO
Streamer!Ellie X fem!Reader
Summary: Ellie's introduces you to her stream
(Set early in their relationship and when Ellie's channel was still small 💙)
Contents: fluff, swearing/cursing, body shaming a cat lmao, sitting on Ellie's lap, kisses, references to social anxiety.
Part 2 - Part3
My Masterlist
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It had been 6 hours since Ellie had disappeared into the abyss you called your guest bedroom and now Ellie's newly turned office. Her rooms grey walls were plastered in posters of a various games and bands she liked. LED lights ran around the ceiling, usually on the blue setting, sending the hue beaming out through the crack underneath the white paneled door.
Your small ginger cat was scratching irritably at her offices door. "Garfield stop it," you hissed at him, giggling at the ridiculous name Ellie chosen out for your chunky British shorthair.
"Garfield, I'm serious" you hushed at the creature, picking up the skittish chonk from Ellie's door. Garfield let out a loud, dramatic 'Yowww' throwing his head back. you sighed "You really want Ellie cuddles right now huh"
"meow"
"yeah, me too..." You looked at the beautifully majestic ginger chunk of a cat and sighed in pity for yourself. "Fine go in then..." You whispered at him, grabbing the brass handle and slowly nudging the wooden door ajar, letting Garfield scutter in enthusiastically, before shutting the door again.
Ellie was caught off guard as a fuzzy orange thing flung itself onto her lap, making her hands stop button smashing her keyboard angrily.
"Oh hey Garf"
User: Omg he's so cute 😭🥲
User1: Give me the baby. Now.
User2: Bro how did he get in here, didn't Ellie shut her door?
User3: Garf? As in garfield?
Ellie's hands grasped the cat turning him in a Simba like fashion towards the camera.
"This is Garfield, if you couldn't tell he has a super power to walk through walls" she joked, obviously realising that her chat was curious about how he got into the enclosed office.
User 4: He's fat
"Do not talk to my child that way." She snapped sarcastically, covering his ears with her palms "he's plump." She corrected before letting out a breathy laugh.
The cat began purring incredibly loudly, now laying across her keyboard vibrating the desk with every exhale of breath.
She picked up her phone discreetly, texting you a quick.
Ells: Gonna have to gaslight my chat into thinking our cat can phase through walls now.
Ells: Oh the things I do for you
You: He was being so annoying thoughhh
Ells: Garf is never annoying, he is perfect in everyway. You're just in denial.
You :🙄
User5: nah but how did it get in
User6: Ghostcat?!?!?
"Yes this is my ghost cat, it seems like he's going to chill with us for a bit.... Aren't you baby~?" she cooes at the purring creature scratching underneath his chin.
Just outside the closed office door, you were pacing back and forth. Shit... Why the fuck did you let the cat in her room, that was the stupidest shit you've ever done. Now everyone was going to know Ellie lived with someone. Then maybe they'll investigate, because some of her fans might be nutjobs. What if they dig something embarrassing up of you?!?
"shit, shit ,shit, shit, idiot, idiot, fucking idiot." Damn you and you're soft heart when it comes to cats.
"Y/N. Just forget it happened, go to bed sleep it off, yeah let's just... Sleep it off..." You mutter to yourself, sulking off to bed in defeat.
•••••
"Hey... Hey baby... Wake upppppp~~" she whines squishing your cheeks with her hand, stirring from your slumber. "Hmm hi Ells..."
At the confirmation you were awake she started peppering your face with kisses. "I made you coffee, I tried to make pancakes but I uh burnt them, so ughh toast?!" She smiles suspiciously giddy.
"oh thank you baby," you murmur back, slowly sitting up, back against the bed's backboard and begining to sip your coffee.
"I don't know how you can stomach that liquid, it tastes like shit."
"It is gross, but I can't physically function without it" you looked over at her, she was showing you puppy eyes. Suspicious.
"What did you do ells...?" You sighed
"Last night I may or may not have accidentally let it slip that uhh, I had a uh girlfriend." She stammered, smiling sheepishly at you " And I was wondering and you can obviously say no!! Like no pressure at all, but I was wondering if you feel ready yet to be introduced by my stream" she rushed out words practically incoherent, and if you didn't know her so we'll you wouldn't have been able to understand.
"you can even bring Garfield with you for emotional support!" She chirped happily.
"I don't know baby... I don't know if they'll like me, all my friends know me for being awkward on camera."
"Listen to me right now. You are the most amazing, beautiful, funny, charismatic and smartest girlfriend, person and mother to our fur baby to ever exist. If they don't absolutely love you then they're blind and have no taste. But they will absolutely love you! Because I love you!" She says enthusiastically, a stupid smile spread on her face as she wraps her arms around you, placing sloppy kisses onto your cheek.
"Pfft" you say, her enthusiasm and happiness seeping from her into yours "okay, I can do that...I think" "You will!!! You'll do amazing!" She squeals "I'm so excited!"
"Gosh, your like a puppy Ells" you chuckle, petting and playing with her hair. She let out a quiet 'hmph' as she nuzzled into your neck happily.
•••••
It was 6:55pm, Ellie had started her stream, the words 'STARTING SOON' sprawled across the monitor, blocking out the view of the viewers, It was unnerving, siting Infront of a camera, and one push of a button hundreds of people would see you. Ellie was sat next to you, swiveling on the dark blue gaming chair absentmindedly.
"y'know baby, you don't have to be so rigid, or quiet, they can't see or hear you yet."
"I can't do it Ells..." You mumbled out. "Hey babe, you absolutely can." she reassured you grabbing your hand, and squeezing it slightly. "How about this. You sit on the couch, out of view with Garfield, and once I've done the intro you can come say hi. Hows that sound?" She asked softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.
Nodding in conformation you shuffled out of view for the camera sitting next to your curled up cat, petting him as he purred loudly, pushing up against your palm. You tapped your phone screen, it lit up revealing the photo of you and Ellie in a photo booth on your first date to an arcade.
Infront of your smiling faces, the time was shown.
06:59:55
06:59:56
06:59:57
06:59:58
06:59:59
07:00:00
"Hey guysssss!"
It took ten minutes for Ellie to finish the introduction, answering questions, thanking donators and talking to moderators.
"Right so, before we start I have a suprise for you guys" she spoke happily, eyes flicking towards you expectantly. You picked up Garfield, your heart immediately slowed and cradled him like a baby in your arms as you entered the frame.
Ellie had moved the extra chair from the frame, trying to keep the suprise as unexpected as she could for her chat. You stood somewhat awkwardly for a second or two saying a quick "hi" to the camera, you looked at Ellie eyes slightly wide with nerves.
She pats her thigh, gesturing you to sit down. "This chat, is my girlfriend"
User7: I ❤️ lesbians
User8: Ugh I'm jealous.
User9: Is Ur gf single?
User10: forget Ellie I want her gf 🤤
Your eyes everted the chat, trying to focus solely on your cat and to not read the comments, when a robotic voice, you recognized as a donators announcement, caught you off guard.
User11 donated $25 'Bro she's so pretty.'
"Oh um thanks *user11*" you hummed. "Told you they would like you" Ellie said, smirking in content.
"shut up."
"never."
---------
Here you go!!! I finally finished it. It's not great but it's done!
Part Two
Streamer!Ellie Headcanons
NOT PROOFREAD
1K notes · View notes
cogentranting · 5 months
Text
Ranking Animated Horse Designs Take 3
This time I really am back by popular demand because the other two posts have been getting a steady trickle of notes for over a year now.
(If you're looking for stuff like Disney and Dreamworks there are two other posts. Here we've got mostly random cartoons and also the Pokemon horses)
Tumblr media
Starlite (Rainbow Brite) 6/10 Little weird that he seems to be drawn in a style that's like 3x more realistic than any other character in this show but hey sometimes you just ascend to a higher plane of existence. (2014 Reboot Starlite gets a 3/10. I do not trust him.)
Tumblr media
Skydancer (Rainbow Brite) 7/10 I bumped Starlite down a point because he wants what Skydancer has. Skydancer doesn't need rainbows to fly. Skydancer has a lightning bolt. Skydancer has the Drama. (The one wiki page said he's a Shire or a Clydesdale and um I don't think so. Maybe a Friesian.)
Tumblr media
On-yx (Rainbow Brite) This is a rocket powered balloon animal. 2/10
Tumblr media
Sunriser (Rainbow Brite) 5/10 Eh. I like her hair though.
Tumblr media
Swift Wind (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power/ She-Ra Princess of Power)
Right (older version) 8/10 I don't understand the wing physics going on here. Also not sure if the horn is part of the mask or just attached to the mask. Diggin the bib though. Also love that he's a ginger.
Left (new version) 4/10 If the older version wasn't there this would score higher because just as a character design I don't think it's bad but if these are supposed to be the same character he seems so cutesy and I do not vibe with it. I don't know either show. So maybe that works. But it feels wrong.
Tumblr media
Amalthea (The Last Unicorn) 9/10 They gave the unicorn the split deer hooves, and the lions tail and that is automatic points from me. Bummed they didn't go all out and give us the goat's beard. Rude. Any distance shot, I love. Close-ups of the face creep me out with the giant doll eyes and tiny nose.
(Pokemon and more below)
Tumblr media
Honey Pie Pony (Strawberry Shortcake) 8/10 Adorable. Fantastically chunky design. The others from this... show? book? brand? are like 6s or 5s depending. But Honey Pie has the It factor. (The It Factor here apparently being that recurring pattern of only the main character's horse being able to talk?? This is the third. Swift Wind, Starlite and Honey Pie have dark secrets about how they come by this knowledge).
Tumblr media
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic "ponies" Just as characters they're cute in a "trying so hard to be cute that they almost miss the mark entirely" way. But this is about how they are as HORSE designs. And these are magical gremlins not horses. 1/10 (WHAT is happening on the far right of this set. I do not approve. Zebra is fine though).
Tumblr media
My Little Pony: A New Generation Like if the MLP: FM ponies and the Trolls characters somehow had children. Somehow the main character of Bee Movie was also involved. The one on the left makes TikTok thirst traps. -2/10
Tumblr media
My Little Pony Tales 3/10 I can almost tell they're meant to be horses. Plus that one has a tattoo of a comb. So. Full extra point for the comb tattoo.
Bratz Horses I can't tell if there's an official video game or cartoon design for these but in ANY given version I found the conclusion is the same: if you look into the gigantic distended eye you will be put under the horse's curse. 1/10
Tumblr media
Boxer (Animal Farm) 4/10 All horses are equal but some are more equal than others, but Boxer is not one of them because his mouth is not okay.
Tumblr media
Marvin (Marvin the Tap Dancing Horse) 5/10 I mean. Dude's got spats. Come on.
Tumblr media
Ponyta (Pokemon) 3/5 The armpit and middle thigh flames were a choice.
Tumblr media
Rapidash (Pokemon) 8/10 Look at his face. The angst. He has seen things.
Tumblr media
Mudsdale (Pokemon) 8/10 The classic mohawk, dreadlocks and legwarmers trifecta. Love it. Would love to hug him.
Tumblr media
Galarian Ponyta 3/10 It's giving sheep, and it's giving dog. Very little horse.
Tumblr media
Galarian Rapidash (Pokemon) 4/10 He's angry because his hair is too long and he can't walk and also he has not eaten enough somebody feed this horse.
Tumblr media
Origin Palkia (Pokemon) 6/10 A built-in hoola-hoop AND thigh high Boots?! what fashion.
Tumblr media
Keldeo (Pokemon) 1/10 Clown goat.
Tumblr media
Spectrier (Pokemon) 10/10 Beautiful goth girl horse floating around like a Victorian ghost who's too modest to show her ankles.
Tumblr media
Mudbray (Pokemon) 5/10 He has passed through the depths of existential dread and returned world-weary but unshakeable and with a snazzy bowl cut.
Tumblr media
Glastrier (Pokemon)
20/10 ICE HORSE ICE HORSE ICE HORSE. I love him so much. He's punk rock
Tumblr media
The Fat Horse (Looney Tunes) 10/10 Queen.
269 notes · View notes
mistergreatbones · 5 months
Text
man i love the clone wars. anakin shares absoultally no traits with his actor, dooku's face is the length of my thigh, yoda's forehead is chunky, the animator's inversed temuera's features, ahsoka's body is physically impossible to have, palpatine is frankly so offensive i still think someone should sue, boba is a ginger brit, you can literally measure the angle of obi-wan's beard, but MY GOD is that Natalie fucking Portman
371 notes · View notes
toptierteaser · 4 months
Text
Fatass Control
He enjoys it. The view from the Control Room, his little kingdom. Surrounded on all sides by screens displaying the surveillance projections of the men in his charge…his personal ‘Guinea Pigs,’ he likes to call them. He smiles as he leans back in his chair, folding his strong, muscular arms behind his head, propping his big feet up on the desk as the eyes on his handsome face alter from one screen to the next. Just the thought of them…of the power he harbors over them, the knowledge of what he can do to them at any given time, on a simple whim makes him smirk with pleasure. And as he settles in for his shift, heart hammering with excitement and anticipation, he lets his eyes move from one screen to the other, from one overblown ass to the next as his fingers tease the control switches beside him, as he weighs his options of who to toy with first…
                Who should it be today? He looks at the top screen, displaying a fatty in his late college years, his distended belly and fat, swollen ass bursting out against his gray sweatshirt and sweatpants…the only things he is capable of squeezing his overblown body into since his rapid, recent weight gain. The controller’s eyes move to the next screen where a big ginger man cowers away in the bathroom, panting as he desperately attempts to close the button on his dress pants, ashamed and embarrassed as his voluptuous belly struggles against his waistband, his overindulgence at lunch catching him in the act of gluttony. He looks again, from the chubby businessman on the screen now to the man huffing along on the treadmill, his jiggling rolls warring against his exercise clothes as the fat on his enormous ass wobbles, his thunderous thighs rubbing as he attempts to do something resembling a run.
                “At least fat fuck number three is putting in a little effort today,” he snickers, watching the former jock’s pathetic version of athleticism. The same cannot be said for the others, though, as they do their usual, wiggling in their seats as they try to get comfortable, picking at the undies and shorts that ride up the ballooning asses that swallow them up. Struggling against buttons and seatbelts, or desperately whimpering as they try to put on their shoes. But none dare to do the fattest thing he can think of…none dare to stuff their chunky faces. They know he is watching them, keeping tabs on their gluttony…that he will punish them for their weakness and their greed, the moment they break and begin to stuff their tubby faces with more fat, fast food!
                He adjusts in his seat, calming himself. His job is to hold these porkers accountable…at least it was, when the obese men first signed up for the program. Each of them had heard of the results, had seen their coworkers and friends shed the pounds at a rapid weight. They had waddled their quivering asses as quickly as they could to the stores where they could sign up to have their ears implanted with an irremovable headpiece, their brains injected with signals that could control their appetites and fatigue receptors, their fat cells connected to “alterers,” which could supplement a rise or fall in swelling, in fat storage…
                At first the results had been dramatic and quick. The controllers spent their days encouraging the plump men to exercise, eat right, engage in healthier activities…and their clients reaped the benefits of their hard work! Nothing like taking the easy route for fatboys like these; handsome heads on blowfish-like-bodies, whose only thoughts seemed to be about their next opportunities to stuff their faces with greasy food. But then, corporate stepped in. He and the other controllers had been doing too good a job, and other drugs which would result in more rapid weight-loss were starting to take the place of their program. They were starting to lose customers, and corporate certainly couldn’t have that. So they encouraged their employees to…prolong the formerly-recent results. Maybe even reverse them if it came to it…
                He had been surprised by the instructions, even resentful. So his job was to help a bunch of fat fucking porkers who couldn’t keep their chubby hands out of the cookie jar to get even fatter? He scoffed at the idea. But that all changed after his first bout of tampering with his customer’s weight. He had caught the man bingeing, hiding out in his car so his roommates couldn’t see him cheating on his diet. And he had taken the opportunity, not to speak words of redirection or encouragement, but to whisper into the mic that connected directly to the man’s ear, “you know you want it fatty. You know you want another burger. You know you want to shove down another fistful of fries!” And to his surprise, the fat fuck obliged, gobbling down every greedy mouthful in the bag until he had to lean back, his belly puffing out between his waistband and his shirt as he looked at the chubby, round results of his greed. Far fatter than the little binge could account for…
                He hadn’t even realized as he was whispering what his fingers were doing, that they had wrapped around the control knobs, that they were pushing buttons. That they had made his client’s fat cells swell so much that by the time he stripped and stepped onto the scale, he had gone up twenty-five pounds.
                A sudden, intense twinge excited him and made him realize that there was a flicker of enjoyment in teasing the fatboy, in calling out his greed, in blowing him up with the touch of a button and even gaslighting the flustered fat fuck afterward into believing that it was his own fault for gorging on the bag of burgers, despite the impossibility of him putting on twenty-five pounds in a day!
                That moment had blossomed and ballooned as rapidly as his clients’ backsides, as he realized just how much he enjoyed toying with their bodies and their brains, and tampering with their appetites. Now, as he sits in his chair, surveying his collection of struggling, fatties, his harem of young, handsome piggies who were growing right before his eyes, he leans into the feeling, his toes clenching, his fingers itching for the control panels as he weighs who his next target will be…
                Who to fuck with? His eyes move from the chubby swimmer barely able to fit into his swimsuit to the TA, hardly able to keep his buttons from flying and hitting his students to the delivery man whose lips wet as he smells the aroma of food steaming from the bags beside him.
                His index finger tickles the top of one of the knobs. “Eenie…” He looks at the groomsman, desperately trying to fit into his tuxedo. ”…meenie” A mechanic tries to wiggle his blubbery body beneath a car as his coworkers tease his chub. “…miney…” A fatass sweats as he tries to decide at the lunch counter between a bowl of pasta and a salad.
                He leans in, a sneer curling the lips on his chiseled, pretty face. who should it be? He would have to deserve it, of course…and while he enjoys watching them all struggle, none of them seem to be doing anything that would warrant punishment. Who will be the one acting enough like a fat fuck to tip his hand?
                And then he sees him…the former model, the social media influencer. The handsomest of all…or at least he was until he blew his fat body up like a pastry! Well, his face was still handsome…and the rest of his body looked like an overinflated Thanksgiving Day Parade float.
                He watches as the ridiculously-cute fatty strides into his room, fat ass wedged into the designer underwear he could fit into about a hundred pounds ago. Flustered as he crosses his apartment, but apparently not caring or remembering that the controller can see what he is doing. The chub’s thick arms wrapped tightly around something, as if trying to hide it from view of the camera. The controller leans in, adjusting the camera to reveal that the object is a gigantic bucket of fried chicken accompanied by potato wedges. All deep fried. All fattening.
                He leans into the screen, about to burst from his excitement. The overfed model jiggles his fat body onto the bed, leaning back as his belly takes up half his lap, as his thighs fight each other for space, as his man tits and chubby arms battle over the bucket. The piglet reaches his hand in, drawing first a chicken leg and then a potato wedge in the other. He opens the plump, pretty lips on his handsome face…
                “Do it, fatty,” says the controller into the mic. And he watches as the fataboy sinks his teeth into the chicken, ripping a chunk greedily!
                That’s all he needs! The controller flicks the switch and as the fatty binges, he watches as his skin stretches, his fat rolls swelling, the pudge rapidly blimping around his swelling body. He eats and eats as the controller whispers in his ear. “That’s right piggy…eat like your life depends on it fatboy,” the settings so low that the fatass won’t be able to even register that he is being talked to…commanded to act like the true, fat piggy boy that he is.
                It isn’t until the former model is done stuffing his face that he even realizes the change. But when he does, the controller can see him grow flustered in an instant. The porker leans back, sweating, grabbing at his belly, eyes wide with shock, as if unable to believe what he sees before him.
                The controller smiles, satiated by the handsome fat fuck’s flustered state. But it doesn’t keep him satisfied for long. In an instant, he turns his attention to another, to the fat businessman still struggling to button his pants. He flicks a switch and laughs as the man’s belly blubbers out by a couple inches, sending the button flying wildly across the bathroom, accompanied by a satisfying r-i-i-i-i-p of the lardass’s trousers!
                And then he unleashes all his might, flicking this switch and that, whispering into each of his client’s ears as he sends them, one by one, into a tizzy, a feeding frenzy, watching his own symphony; the smacking of food, the squealing of shock, the huffing flustered whimpering as they try to run of the pudge. A mosaic of helpless, flustered fatties who balloon before his eyes, who burst against their clothes as they make total embarrassments of themselves in front of their friends, as they rip their clothes and pop their buttons and blub up like a farm full of fat, handsome piggies who only grow fatter before the controller’s eyes!
131 notes · View notes
bnb-atnite · 6 months
Note
can we perhaps worship the booty of the bucky? 💕👁️👄👁️🙏🏻
Yes yes we can because all asses matter including the male ass and I love booty especially if it’s attached to Bucky LFG also imma make this a college au OOP hope you enjoy🥹🥹
Rating: Explicit
Tags: College!au, Ex jock!Bucky, chubby!bucky, he got a fat ass, analingus, ass worship, body worship, caretaking, quite fluffy and kinky, switch Bucky, theyre so in love, so SOFT, like his pillowy cheeks, weight gain
Just Peachy!
Your pitiful boyfriend was wincing when he sat down. Wincing when he accidentally backed into a cabinet in your small shared apartment. Which happened more and more often as of late. Had a ginger step to his swaggering walk. You stifled a smile. Bucky wouldn’t ever admit he was in pain, quick to throw off any concerns. Sweet baby might have a bruised ego along with his ass.
That beautiful, peachy, admittedly huge ass. A busted shoulder had ended your boyfriend’s college baseball career, his left arm retaining none of the power it once had. He had to get dropped and consequently ate his feelings. Which led to now. A delightfully chunky ex-jock on your greedy hands. With a nice ass. Did you say that already?
The brunettes limping and silent complaining was a leftover from last night. You two were experimenting with different options in bed. He liked a little pain with pleasure and you were thrilled to help out. Watching his chubby body and ass ripple with the paddle had you clenching around your vibrator, just as overwhelmed.
Bucky was a bit self-conscious about his weight gain but you made sure to butter him up, shower lots of love and praise. Constantly reminding the man how hot he was. Because he was hot, of course. No amount of outgrown pants would change that. Although watching him stubbornly squeeze into his old baseball warmups was a delight.
You paused the movie from the couch and asked, “What are you grumbling about?”
“My ass hurts. What do you think?”
Rolling your eyes and grinning you replied, “Want me to make it better baby? C’mon you’ve been walking around like a wounded animal all day.”
Bucky’s pouty face came into view, his half up hair letting some strands fall into that handsome face. You patted the leather and hummed, “C’mon lover boy, lay down and I’ll get you right.” The brunette sighed, the tension leaving his big shoulders as he laid belly first on the couch, propping his head on your thigh, pressing a sweet kiss to your exposed skin. He chuckled, “You laid it hard on me.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints. I’ll be right back.”
He grabbed a pillow to prop his head on big arms, sighing again. Meanwhile you rifled through your bathroom to find some soothing lotion, a roller to ease the darkness of the bruises, and maybe some lube in case baby wanted to feel frisky. You were frisky thinking about getting your hands on that peach.
Coming back with your gear and a soft towel, Bucky idly watched as you placed them on the coffee table. Then you swung yourself across wonderfully thick thighs, planting your hands on pillowy cheeks— apologizing immediately to poor Buck. He hissed, “Careful now!”
Pressing a little smooch to his wide back lowered your lover’s hackles. You tapped a lovehandle and hummed, “Hips up- I gotta get these off now.” Bucky groaned and lifted his lower body, face flushing as you struggled to get them past chunky hips and his booty. The offending garment was carelessly tossed to the end of the couch, your eyes roving over his cheeks.
Stretch marks, faded now, littered the sides of them. Fresh pink ones adorned flared hips, matching the little ones on his chubby belly and inner thighs. You cooed, “Oh you’re so gorgeous babe. Perfect.” He harrumphed and squirmed a bit, ass wobbling with the movement.
You grabbed the big bottle of lotion and pumped a liberal glob into your hand. Placing it aside you watched him shift a bit more, eyes flicking backwards. The smell of menthol potent in the air you rubbed your palms together before gently applying your hands on those heavenly cheeks.
Bucky inhaled sharply, thighs jumping before settling again, you shushing and cooing. In wide circles you spread out the lotion, careful not to dig and get all the welts and bruises covered. “You’ll feel so much better baby, yeah?”
Half muffled he murmured, “Mhmm, feels good.”
You rubbed a bit deeper now, making sure the lotion soaked in, teasingly sliding a thumb across his crack, earning a strangled noise. Quietly came the mini-roller, you warning, “This might be a bit uncomfortable, okay babe?” He shrugged, obviously in paradise. You made sure to focus on the big bruises, dispel some of that blood clotted up. Bucky stiffened a bit, eventually a little moan slipping out.
You stopped your movements, smiling at his predictable reaction. Such a little masochist. Returning to your work, no less than five agonizing minutes later, Bucky huffed, “Fuck baby, you’re killing me.” He turned once again, cheeks reddened and lips obviously swollen from him gnawing. Playing dumb you cocked your head and asked, “Am I being too rough? I’m sorry. I can stop.”
He furrowed his brows and glared, a look to kill.
“N-no, m’fucking horny now. Felt too good.”
Both of your hands grabbed what malleable flesh of his ass you could. Clicking your tongue you purred, “Figured. So sensitive. Baby’s ass bruised like an overripe peach. Don’t worry Buck.” You teasingly pried his thick cheeks apart to breathe against his hole, extra responsive from the menthol, “Greedy thing.”
He moaned, sounded like it was ripped out from sheer need. A ragged ‘please’. Your eyes flickered to the lube but wanted a more direct approach right now. He liked his ass getting eaten out anyways, as much as Buck bristled when you brought it up later. Ego ego ego.
You laved your tongue over his pucker, lips uncontrollably splitting at the way he pushed back immediately, threatening to suffocate you. Whatever, dying by ass wouldn’t be too bad. Broad flat strokes would suffice to get Buck all slick. Then you’d point your tongue and flick at the sensitive rim.
He cried your name, big hand slapping against the leather of the arm rest. Your greedy hands groped and rubbed at the fattened globes, thumbs digging in to surely make more marks. Bucky tossed his pretty head back, whining when you jabbed your tongue forward, breaching the tight muscle just a hair.
“Fuckfuckfuck— you! God! Don’t stop!”
You weren’t going to, slurping and lapping in fervent motions. You spread him wider out, Bucky’s legs following suit, exposing those pretty stretch-marks you thought about earlier. He was trembling and babbling now, making moony eyes at you as engorged pink lips moved. He reached another hand down and began to jerk at his leaky cock, noises growing in pitch.
You didn’t let up, smacking a pudgy thigh in excitement. Buck howled, hips relentlessly forced against your tongue. He hoarsely shouted your name, excess flesh quaking as he unloaded onto his fist and the leather, falling back down with an aborted whine.
With a final suck you leaned back and wiped your mouth, sated with your work here. Now your hands gently rubbed circles on his butt, thumbs swiping oh-so-gentle. “Best damn ass on campus baby, fuck, I’d worship it some more.”
Bucky slurred, “Gimme a’sec hnghhhh.”
You returned to adding another layer of soothing lotion, content to play with your baby’s fat ass until further notice.
195 notes · View notes
tr-angyo · 4 months
Note
Hey! I've always wanted to try a sim request, so here goes.
Can you make a sim for me: I want a cute, chunky guy (a big boy), he's a ginger, some freckles, kind of medium length hair? He's tall as well. Uhhh, he really loves pastel, and he's an artist. (Not sure if I did it right)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
SIM DL(request for @justmeeeeeks)🎨
Tumblr media
Request: cute, chunky guy (a big boy), he's a ginger, some freckles, kind of medium length hair? He's tall as well. Uhhh, he really loves pastel, and he's an artist.
His traits are creative/ animal enthusiast/ proper. I hope the sim I created matches your idea of a cute guy...🥰 Thank you for your request!💟
💟Download(sfs, no ads)💟
2 outfits total
You need CAS unlock mod.
If you have any problem with downloading sim, contact me. Send me tumblr messages.
Thank you for downloading my sims. I hope you like it!💟
Tumblr media Tumblr media
84 notes · View notes
bonefall · 11 months
Text
Better Bones Profile: Houndleap
"The horrifying eldritch fallen angel likes ME best because I'm hot"
Tumblr media
[ID: The Better Bones AU version of Houndleap from Warrior Cats. He is a black-and-white tom with ginger flecks in his black parts, and a fluffy white tail tuft. His ears are burned away, and he has orange, swirly keloid scars. He also has a heart-shaped paw pad.]
Here by popular request! Holy MOLY you all jumped on the offhanded manwhore comment lmao.
Houndleap's a great example of cats who are in the Dark Forest for breaking non-violent commandments. The only thing he's killing is the gene pool, with his 6 known mates and the 16 kittens between them all. No, he wasn't in love with them all either, he just liked to play the game.
He is as close to the ideal Clan cat as one can get, and he knows it, and flaunts it. Tri-colored with beautiful ginger flecks, he fell victim to a terrible moor fire and came out with severe burns. His surviving was already a great mark of strength, but then he became even luckier when his shiny scars raised, and slightly spread from the initial injury.
Clan cats didn't have a word for keloids, they only knew it was gorgeous. As if StarClan had given him a scar that dances and shimmers.
Houndleap "abused" this gift, seeing as many cats as possible and cheating on his 'official' mate back home. In the modern era, he might have just been a very popular Honor Sire, but this was before the Queen's Rights and the Aftergathering. He was eventually caught, and after his death, he was banished to the Dark Forest for violating the Law of Loyalty on more than 5 counts.
Yes. More than 5 counts. StarClan was able to see that he had even more than 5 halfclan mates (and they're not even counting the wife he cheated on) but only 5 got pregnant.
Alignment: Dark Forest, ex-WindClan
Time Period: Skyfall Era
Relations: Too fucking many
Houndleap's addition to the Dark Forest is Lover's Beck, a twisted, romantic version of a spot in the Gorge where he used to meet with his secret lovers. It's his worst memory because he planned poorly and two of them showed up at the same time and that's how he got caught.
More trivia below!
Canon said he's solid-colored and I said no. Pretty boy.
There are several minor features in his design that will be seen in modern family lines. I won't point them out but there's 3 total (so far.)
I decided to use him as an example of nearly ideal beauty standards in BB, since I famously overhauled them from canon. He is brightly colored with complicated patterns, slightly chunky, and has a HUGE scar on the face.
Personality is slut. He just wants to flirt, man. Theme song is Mambo #5 he's just like that.
He works with Tigerstar in OotS mostly because it's not like there's anything better to do. Plus some of the trainees are hot, "hellooooo Ratscar"
When Antpelt dies, Houndleap is one of the cats who needs the most convincing to come back into the alliance. It's one thing when it's funny haha Attack And Dethrone God or whatever, but PERMAdeath??
Thankfully, Hawkfrost is a fantastic diplomat.
Generally, Houndleap is motivated by whatever's fun. He was one of the first to fall in line under Ashfur and will do basically anything if he's bored.
"We're teaching people how to kill? sure lmao. Oh we're attacking the living? Ok cool. Guard the prisoners? Not like I had plans anyway. Anyway wanna get evil dinner later, handsome <3 ?"
Likes drama, tea, stories, games, anything that brings him a little excitement really.
He can usually be counted on to join whatever silly project the group's up to this time, like catching Shrewpaw's Pheasant.
I cannot stress enough how much of a normal Crummy Dude he is. He's just some standard jerkwad guy. The Dark Forest in Better Bones contains several people like him, who might be sleazeballs or jackasses, but we would generally agree don't deserve Hell.
When canon comes up with a Houndleap backstory, I'll consider what to do with it. But for now we only know that Hound came from WindClan, which I've included.
188 notes · View notes
ghouljams · 5 months
Note
I think this is an appropriate time to mention that I think Ghost and Goose’s middle daughter has ginger hair. I don’t even think Goose has ginger hair (I picture her as a brunette) or anyone in her close family except for Kiwi. Just *bam* baby comes out with a full head of curly orange hair and Ghost’s weirdly light eyelashes. I think her animal nickname would be Fox or Kit. - ☀️
I have so many thoughts about their second girl!!! Mary is very excited to get a baby sister, and Miss Abigail Rose is just as chunky as the first Riley-Price baby. I personally think they call her Beetle or Bibi, another Soap nickname after he watched her eat a lady bug/ Mary having a little trouble with her name.
I do also think the girls all look just like their daddy, which Goose has a few good natured complaints about. Where are all these little blonde babies coming from?? Isn't that supposed to be a recessive gene? Mostly because I adore the idea that Ghost is carting around a bunch of carbon copies of him. I do agree that Bibi would have curly hair though, mostly because it means I can think about Ghost sat on the edge of the tub pulling her hair into puffs before school. Twisting little baby curls around his finger and grumbling about her sitting still. Hmmmmm. Many thoughts about Ghost with his babies.
79 notes · View notes
konigsblog · 10 months
Note
COLONEL KÖNIG having his eye on you—a young, smart, beautiful junior lieutenant fresh out of her military academy. You become his favorite and he calls you every night to his office for some, er—✨special training✨.
Soon, you take a leave of absence and soldiers find König, who is a single, with a ring on his finger.
You never come back to the base.
One day, a sergeant finds in König's office a picture of you lovingly holding twin boys in your arms. Twin boys who are carbon copies of his colonel.
Wait, so that's why she didn't…?
“Was starrst du an, Soldat?” (What are you staring at, soldier?) “Nothing, sir!”
omg imagine the big babies in your arms, comparing his own baby photos side by side, they looked identical!! :((;
two chunky babies in your weakened arms, holding them, they look so big in your hands !! he can't help but take a double look; ginger hair forming on their scalp, their eyes a loving blue and freckles along their skin.
he felt his heart jump, ram against his sternum. he wanted to be a dad so badly !! were these his kids? :((
135 notes · View notes
mzv11 · 2 months
Text
🐍 Cobra 4 🐍
Tumblr media
Character: OC Blaze Silva
Warning: Language & Angst
Word Count: 2.7K
A/N: Blaze finally wins over The Judgment Day.
Catch Up: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Blaze’s Spanish was rusty AF but she knew that ‘diosa’ meant goddess. “Diosa? Hmm…I feel like you’re sweetening me up for something. What’s up?” Blaze laughed as the waitress sat plates down in front of them. “Oh absolutely. So I have a match coming up with Karrion Kross next Monday and since we will be in a cold weather city, it’s being written that the guys are delayed so they can’t join me. The plan is for Scarlett to jump on my back. I need you to get her off of me. Think you can do that?” he smiled. “Well, I haven’t been officially cleared for action but...I do have an appointment Wednesday at the center. Mmm, this is a damn good biscuit.” Blaze sighed. “As much as I’ve come to enjoy your shoe collection, I think you’re ready for action.” he smiled. “Oh? You got a favorite pair?” Blaze teased, he’d been looking at her in great detail if he noticed the differences in her black boots. “The chunky Chelsea boot with the chains around the ankle.” He spoke without batting an eye. “That was very specific.” she laughed. “They make your legs look amazing but more importantly, you feel sexy when you wear them. At least you act like you feel sexy when you wear them.” he smiled, stealing a forkful of her hashbrowns that she had just seasoned. 
“Quinn’s not gonna be upset that I’m giving you a ride home is he?” Damian teased as he grabbed her bag off the conveyor belt. “He’s at work.” Blaze grumbled, taking Damian’s backpack so he could wheel the heavier bags. “I kinda had you pinned as a truck guy. But somehow this is also fitting.” Blaze laughed as he popped the trunk on his Challenger. “Baby girl if you’d rather walk…that’s fine too.” he teased. “Chill, I’m just trying to wrap my mind around the physics of it all. You’re leggy.” Blaze laughed as he shooed her away from grabbing a bag. Damian sighed and walked around to open the passenger door. “Get in.” he commanded. “Yes sir.” Blaze growled playfully as she sat down and he closed the door. “Girl…don’t flirt with him. He’s not even your type, you’re just flirting to flirt.” Blaze scolded herself. Outside of the car, Damian was giving himself the same exact talk. “She’s not your type, don’t flirt with her. It doesn’t matter how stunning she is with her green eyes and pouty lips. She’s a coworker!” he grumbled, finally fitting their bags in the car. She watched him fold himself into the driver’s seat. “And yes…I’m comfortable!” he laughed as the engine roared to life. “I was just gonna sit over here and mind my own business.” Blaze laughed as they put some distance between them and the airport. They made small talk until he pulled into the gas station. “Want something to drink?” he asked, poking his head into the car. “Oh…sure. Mermaid recharger, I’ll Zelle you.” Blaze spoke. “I’ll send it back. Do you need a snack too?” he asked. It wasn’t that far of a drive to her place. “I’m good, thanks.” she smiled. In a few minutes, he returned with a large version of the mermaid energy drink and a bag of peanut M&Ms. Blaze was playing a Brazilian samba song on her phone. He could tell that she was so focused that she hadn’t noticed him getting into the car. “That sounds very summery. Reminds me of being on the island.” he said, tossing the candy into her lap.
“It reminds me of running around the favela in the summers with my brother and cousins. Ooh thank you.” Blaze spoke. Peanut M&M’s we’re here favorite. “Is your brother a ginger like you?” Damian asked. “Nope, he got lucky.” Blaze laughed, showing him a recent pic of her and her twin brother. “I’ve never been to Brazil.” he spoke, turning his focus back to barely moving traffic. “It’s lovely. Add it to your list. Try to go to Rio during Carnival if you can. You like a good party and it’s massive. Dancing, drinking, good food, good music, beautiful beaches & beautiful people. You’d fit right in.” Blaze laughed while scrolling through her phone. “Did she just call me beautiful?” He thought to himself. “You’ve never seen me dance. I’ve got two left feet.” he laughed, glad that they had this time alone together. The more he learned about her, the more interesting she became. “You’ll have to loosen up those hips if you want to Samba like a native. Big stiff ass!” Blaze teased. “You’ll have to teach me before we go so I don’t embarrass us….myself. So I don’t embarrass myself!” he sputtered. Pulling in front of her house was bittersweet. He was enjoying her company, but he was also making an ass of himself. “What kind of car is parked in that garage?” he asked. “I’m not making it easy for you. I’ll see you at the PC tomorrow and you can guess.” she laughed as she fished for her keys. He walked over to her side and opened the door for her. “And here I thought chivalry was dead. Thank you.” she smiled. “Not at all. Maybe you’re just hanging around the wrong men.” He shrugged, closing the door behind her. She walked to the trunk with him. “Nuh uh woman! Go unlock your door, I’ll bring your bag.” he growled. Blaze wondered what type of shape her home was in with Quinn being left to his own devices for almost 2 weeks. Thankfully when she opened the door, it was clean. “Thanks for the ride Luis…and the snacks. Oh…and breakfast. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Blaze smiled. “Yeah. Until tomorrow. Next time…you buy the snacks.” He smiled as she nodded and he walked off.
He climbed into his car, unable to mask the massive smile on his face as he drove home. Blaze couldn’t help but smile as she unpacked and started her laundry. Blaze hung onto the warm fuzzy feelings for as long as she could, Quinn would be home soon. “Lu tells me creative wants you to accompany him to the ring next week. How are we feeling about that?” Demi laughed as they FaceTimed. “Yeah, it should be fun. I’m excited to get back into action.” Blaze smiled. “I’ve talked to Luis and uhh…umm…I could hear him blushing.” Demi smiled widely. “I don’t know what you mean by that.” Blaze spoke, avoiding Demi’s blue-eyed gaze. “Nuh uh Mamacita. Spill the tea! What’s going on?” Demi cackled. “Nothing! I guess he just decided to stop hating me and it’s been very peaceful. We had breakfast at the airport and he dropped me off at home. Normal coworker shit.” Blaze smiled. “Bullshit girlie! He’s a big flirt, you’re a big flirt. I know flirting has been taking place.” Demi laughed. “He’s not even my type! He’s too…” “Too tall? Too handsome? Too fun? I heard he’s big where it counts!” Demi giggled. “Nooo…Demi. We’re not talking about the size of Luis’s penis.” Blaze blushed. “Ohh…so he’s Luis now? Interesting. Ok Blazer, I’ll drop it for now.” Demi laughed. 
Blaze made dinner and planned her next sets of clothing for the weekend. Quinn was late. Blaze called, it went to voicemail. She texted, he didn’t text back. “Baby, I just need to know if you’re ok.” She pleaded into another voicemail. She ate dinner alone and watched tv before calling Quinn again. Still no answer. Blaze cleaned up before calling him again. She was starting to worry because he still didn’t answer. His location wasn’t found. Since his concussion, he’d forget to charge his phone and it would die often during the day. She started leaving him notes around the house, but it still didn’t help. Blaze pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed her keys. She didn’t want to think the worst but it felt like he was getting worst by the day. The hour was late, but she had to call. “Hey B. What’s up?” The voice on the other end yawned. “Darren, I know it’s late but he’s not home and his phone is probably dead.” Blaze sighed. “I haven’t heard from him today, Blaze. I’ll call the hospitals. I really hate that he’s putting you thru all of this. You’ve been killing it with Judgment Day by the way.” Darren sighed as he prepared to at least check and see if his big brother had been brought into any local hospitals. “Thank you Darren. Call me if you hear anything. I’m gonna drive around for a while and look in his usual places. I’m this close to putting an AirTag in his truck. But I don’t want him to think I don’t trust him. I just worry about him. He thinks it’s no big deal when it is!” Blaze grumbled. Darren could hear the fatigue in her voice. Quinn had been non-stop needy since she lost the baby, Darren knew she hadn’t really had time to properly mourn that devastating loss.
Blaze hung up from Darren and drove around by Quinn’s job. And his homeboy’s spots. He was nowhere to be found. Blaze’s heart raced as her phone pinged, it was Darren. 
Any luck? He’s not in any of the hospitals…I asked about John Doe’s and he hasn’t been arrested.
No, I checked his usual spots and the places between them. I’m gonna head home and wait. Thanks Darren.
Blaze’s hands shook so bad that she had to pull over. She was really worried about Quinn. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mind wandered to where he could be. Had he gotten into trouble? Was he lying unconscious somewhere? Blaze calmed down and drove home, she was so tired. She pondered canceling her training session and check-up for the morning but she was so close to being cleared for action that she could taste it. She needed to be cleared, being in the ring helped clear her mind. She crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. Blaze knew she couldn’t keep doing this with Quinn. He was her first love but he was changing into someone she barely recognized. Despite being so upset, Blaze slept like a baby for the few hours of shut eye she did get. She loved Quinn but nights without him in bed tossing and turning next to her were peaceful.
After her shower, Blaze did her usual GRWM video before climbing in the car and heading to the PC for her workout and medical evaluation. A few minutes after she posted, all of her JD fam had commented. Rhea wanted to know where she got the cute leggings from. Finn and Dom wanted the smoothie she made. JD asked about her knee and R-Truth wanted her to add his new single to the video. Damian wanted her to hurry up so they could do back and shoulders. 
“Well, Blaze… I think you’re ready for action. Are you excited?” The doctor asked as he typed notes into her file. “Yes! It’s been such a long road back. I’m excited to shake it up a little bit while Rhea’s gone.” Blaze smiled as she left the exam room and headed towards the gym. She could hear Damian’s deep laugh from the hallway. She stopped to text Rhea a quick thumbs up when Quinn’s face popped up on her screen. “I thought you were dead! I went out looking for you! I had Darren calling hospitals and police stations!” She almost yelled. She stepped outside to the parking lot cuz she knew she needed to yell. “You’re gone all the time anyway! You don’t care about us anymore B. Ever since you failed to give me a child, you don’t care anymore.” He yelled. “I didn’t fail. She was here, growing inside me and then you became so stressful that I lost her. You and your failed boxing career is why she’s not here! Don’t you ever in your goddamned, pathetic little life fix your fuckin mouth to say that I failed at becoming a mother! A father is supposed to protect his daughter and you couldn’t even get that right!” Blaze yelled as she leaned against the hood of her car, tears streaming down her face. He knew how to trigger her and he used it whenever they argued.
“You need to come home. I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Where are you?” He commanded. “I’m going to work. Quinn…I’m tired of this. Why do you hate me all of a sudden?! I’ve done NOTHING but be there taking care of you! When everyone else left you…I’m still here. Like a fuckin idiot, I’m here.” Blaze yelled, not noticing Damian standing on the other side of her car. “Well it’s gotta be something Quinn. I feel like you hate me. Do you know how hard it is to be with someone who doesn’t like you? I don’t deserve any of this.” Blaze sighed. “I gotta go. Remember to charge your fuckin phone.” Blaze muttered before ending the call. A sob burst from her as she texted Luis that she needed to go. Her soul nearly left her body when she heard his phone ping. “So let’s go.” His deep voice spoke from behind her. He closed the distance between them in milliseconds, his big arms wrapping around her. “You can cry if you need to, I’m here.” Luis whispered.
Luis held Blaze as she cried. His embrace was soothing. “I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.” Blaze grumbled against his chest. “Let’s go put a smile on that beautiful face. Mind if I drive this?” He asked, lifting her off the hood. “You stay and finish your workout.” Blaze sighed, his hands still attached to her hips. “We say all the time that we’re a family. What kind of family would we be if I see you hurting and just walk away to do back and shoulders?” He sighed. “Rhea’s Mami. You’re…you’re the patriarch. Finn and Truth are the fun uncles. Dom is the baby and I’m literally the red-headed stepchild.” Blaze laughed through her tears. “You’re our baby now. And we protect the baby.” He laughed, she was two years older than Dom and Rhea. “Are you sure? Don’t let my emotional ass disrupt your routine.” Blaze smiled, realizing that she probably owed him a new hoodie. “Let me go grab my bag and we can go hang out.” He spoke, shoving her keys into his pocket so she couldn’t drive away.
He came back a few minutes later, Blaze was staring at her phone. “I never pictured you a Charger Hellcat girl. I imagined something cute like a lavender Wrangler.” He laughed, opening the passenger door so she’d get in. “I’m full of surprises. Speaking of surprises…guess who got cleared today?” She smiled, her throat raw from yelling and crying. “Awesome! Congratulations. We should go celebrate!” He smiled, giving her a high five as he pushed the start button. The engine roared to life, Blaze immediately felt her body relax. That feeling was the reason she bought the car. “Ohh yeah. Talk to Big Papi.” He growled as he ran his hands along the leather steering wheel. “Do you need a moment alone?” Blaze teased. “No, I’m good. Are there good Brazilian restaurants in Orlando? I’ve never had Brazilian food.” He smiled. “I know a good one. Not a steakhouse where they walk around with their meat out. (They both giggled) it’s owned by some friends of my dad’s. My treat.” Blaze put the address in the GPS and hit start. 
“Be honest with me, are you safe at home with him?” His voice filled with concern. “Physically, yes. Financially, yes. Mentally, sometimes. Emotionally, not at all.” Blaze admitted. “Not to be all in your business but…leave his ass.” He grumbled. They were friends now and he didn’t like his friends being mistreated. “It’s complicated.” She sighed. “I doubt it is.” He sighed. “We’ve been together since we were 16. I feel responsible for him. He needs me.” Blaze spoke softly, holding back tears. “But Blaze needs Blaze more than Quinn needs Blaze. Listen mama…it’s ok to outgrow people you love. Stop dimming your light for him.” He bellowed softly.
Read Part 5
🐍Tag Squad: @southerngirl41 @theninthwonder @alichesmi @claymorexpunisher @tribalchiefreigns @romanreignkisser @romanreignseater @papireigns-05 @babiidee28 @purplehairgawdess @jstarr86 @alyyaanna @po3ticb3auty @christinabae @fame-ass-ers @miyuhpapayuh @vebner37 @reci1996 @marvel1995 @annoyedkayah2395 @cyberdejos2 @jeyusos-girl @acknowledge-reigns @msbluehaz3 @msbigredmachine @thesamoanqueen @90sbaby93 @brie-mode-activated @love-islike-abomb @queenofspade
🐍My Masterlist🐍
29 notes · View notes
songbird-is-crying · 1 month
Text
you know how crowley’s hair keeps getting redder and redder? like it was orangey ginger in s1, then little mermaid ariel every lesbian’s first ever box dye job red in s2 (+ strawberry shortcake chunky highlights)
s3 crowley shows up and his head is on fire. you know neil wants to do it…
26 notes · View notes
strle · 6 months
Text
2023/2024 Soup Bucket List
Because a linked list posted publicly to your own tumblr is still the best way to keep an easily accessible collection of links on your phone. Complied from the links i liked the look of in the Culture Study Soup Extravaganza thread, Chunky Soups
Ginger Garlic Chicken Noodle Soup Deb Perelman Lemony White Bean Soup With Turkey and Greens Melissa Clark, NYT Vegitable Soup (Vegan!) Cooking Classy Smoky Sweet Potato Chicken Stoup, Rachel Ray Dilly Bean Stew with Cabbage & Frizzed onions Alison Roman Instant Pot Curried Cauliflower & Butternut Squash Foraged Dish Lasagna Soup SkinnyTaste Chicken Tortilla Soup What's Gaby cooking Creamy Wild Rice Chicken Soup with Roasted Mushrooms Halfbaked Harvest Chicken and Rice Soup with Garlicky Chile Oil Bon Apetit Greek Lentil Soup ✓ Limey Ginger Chicken & Rice Soup Pinch of Yum (tbh, 2x+ the ginger) Navy Bean Soup with Worcester Vegan Coconut Lentil Bon Apetit Instant Pot Wild Rice Soup OTTOLENGHI Magical Chicken & Parmesean Soup Red Curry Lentils w Spinach NYT Chicken Stew with Olives & Lentils & Artichokes Dishoom Daal in the slow cooker(?!?!) North African Chickpea and Kale with Quinoa Sweet Potato Chili with Kale 3 Bean Chilli from Pinch of Yum Stracciatella (egg and parm and spinach) Martha Stewart Slow Cooker Buffalo Chicken Chilli
Pureed Soups Red Lentil Soup with Curry and Coconut Milk Vegetarian Times Tomato and White Bean Soup With Lots of Garlic Ali Slagel, NYT Creamy Thai Carrot Sweet Potato (Vegan!) Half Baked Harvest Broccoli Chedder, Smitten Kitchen ✓Creamy Cauliflower & Chick Pea A Cedar Spoon ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ✓Golden Soup (also Cauliflower & Chickpea) Pinch of Yum ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Tomato Harissa Coconut Bisque Dishing up the Dirt ✓ Carrot Soup with Miso & Sesame Smitten Kitchen SO GOOD Bacon Cheddar Cauliflower GF! Iowa Girl Eats Instant Pot Corn Chowder (vegan!) 7 vegetable and "cheese" soup (vegan!) Jamie Oliver Sweet Potato & Chorizo Roasted Butternut Squash Soup (NYT) Curried butternut squash soup with Coriander Pumpkin Soup with Chili Cran-Apple Relish Rachel Ray
Magic Mineral Broth Recipe
Paleo Soups
braised ginger meatballs in coconut broth Smitten Kitchen Italian Sausage Stew Paleo Plan NoBean Sweet Potato & Turkey Chilli
45 notes · View notes
rocknrollbabydollblog · 9 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
★☆THE ESSENTIAL ROCK N ROLL STYLE GUIDE (PART 1)★☆
Second-hand, thrift and vintage stores are your best friend - especially the aisle that no one can find and the corners that no one is bothered to rummage. First priority is to choose a rock muse style icon. Pattie Boyd’s cut-crease makeup, perfect pout and psychedelic mini skirts, Marianne Faithfull’s thick bangs and love for velvet and snake-skin, Pamela Des Barres’ wild locks and clown makeup, Anita Pallenberg’s chunky belts, hot pants and huge sun hats, Bebe Buell’s 70s cover girl waves and backless halters, Linda Keith’s fur hats, Ginger Gilmour’s golden ringlets and lace bell-bottom sleeve tops, Mary Austin’s skinny scarves and bohemian prints, May Pang’s octagonal sunglasses and straight jet black hair, Linda McCartney’s classy midi skirts, Lori Maddox and Sable Starr’s spandex shorts, wedgie platforms and crazy hair, Charlotte Martin’s baggier effortless Parisian style, Alice Ormsby Gore’s bohemian layering and flowy midi skirts, Jenny Boyd’s medieval-esque dresses and peasant-style, Iggy Rose’s eye crystals and makeup, and of course Miss Priscilla Presley’s perfect feline Egyptian cat-eye, black hair and ivory complexion. Groupie rock muse style ranges from where you’re going to who you’re seeing. If you’re offering your boyfriend arm candy at his Album Launch, you’re not going to be wearing the same pair of hot pants and lace-up boots that you did at his last concert. And if you’re lounging around in the studio at 12am, you’re not going to be wearing that glam paisley dress you wore backstage on tour. Groupie style is all about knowing what to wear and where to wear it. Gigs and concerts will call for a more flamboyant, and ‘out-there’ look. Style staples for concerts and gigs include hot pants, knee-high boots, snake-skin, fur coats and of course afghan coats, chunky jewelry, face gems and body glitter, halter tops and mini skirts and dresses. This is very similar to festival style if your rockstar boyfriend is playing there - however, more flowy and bohemian styles are more welcome and especially face gems and body glitter. Sun hats, lace-up gladiator boots and sandals, and peasant maxi dresses and blouses. 
Stay tuned for part 2 where I will be discussing style staples for album launches and recording sessions.
61 notes · View notes