the difference between my two hawkes is actually so funny
griffin: the image of calm, very much fits the eldest sibling who takes care of everyone trope
oliver: that one image of the baseball going “you gonna kill me? better make it count. better get me in one shot”
we weren’t together. but i enjoyed a lot of it.
you being here with me. we were just friends, but i enjoyed it. i miss you.
i miss driving you around, laying on the trampoline with you, asking what you want from the store, i miss it. i miss you.
the idea of a 2p!nationverse is just really funny because allen would be absolutely useless in any world meeting
The Three Musketeers (1993) dir. by Stephen Herek
Something that gets me a lot.
Cooking in oil, the type of oil matters because of the smoke point.
For example: stir--frying should not be done in extra virgin olive oil. It has a very low smoke point so you cannot heat it to the point where you can quick-cook meat. Cooking meat in its own fat or vegetable/rape-seed/sunflower oil is a better bet.
Even quick-frying vegetables is better done in non-olive oil oils.
On the other hand, if you want to sweat or saute something, olive oil and a medium heat is great, if you allow enough time. We’re talking at least 15 minutes for a diced onion and (minimum) 30 minutes for a diced starchy vegetable like potato (depending on size and cooking in sauce).
Why is Greek salad so good I dislike half the ingredients
by Mary Oliver
“Anything worth thinking about is worth singing about.”
Which is why we have songs of praise, songs of love, songs of sorrow.
Songs to the gods, who have so many names.
Songs the shepherds sing, on the lonely mountains, while the sheep are honoring the grass, by eating it.
The dance-songs of the bees, to tell where the flowers, suddenly, in the morning light, have opened.
A chorus of many, shouting to heaven, or at it, or pleading.
Or that greatest of love affairs, a violin and a human body.
And a composer, maybe hundreds of years dead.
I think of Schubert, scribbling on a cafe napkin.
Thank you, thank you.
vocaloid shotas but they're in yarichin bitch club >:3 ehehehe
“ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝; 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭. ”
a bit more of a personal one, saw this and thought of my nibling. (gender neutral term for niece / nephew.) (i'll rep them as an orange kitten.)
I’ll help them fight to get their abuser off the property as much as I am able to.
My family is full of nasty men. Their older brother is not included among them.
And I have nothing but hatred for him and anyone like him.
Bluto reveals his irresistible physique to Olive and disposes of the weakling Runt with her approval in ‘TOPS IN THE BIG TOP’
and no i’m not explaining why, you’ll have to extract it from my brain when i’m dead
Twice: That’s a fuller answer than you wanted for that question, but I think that is so prohibitively long that you may never ask a question like that again, and if I’ve done nothing else, I’ve done that.
Tommy: You remind me of a younger, more vibrant, excessively more stupid version of my self.
Conner: I'll take that as a compliment.
Tommy: Sure, why not.
Ben laid on Enzo’s chest as Oliver fucked him. Ollie was delighted at both the smile on Enzo’s face every time he swallowed Ben’s quiet moans and the way Hurricane melted around his dick. Oliver dug his fingers into Ben’s hips, withdrawing all the way just to feel the delightful stretch all over again. They took their time until Enzo’s slow stroking had Ben bucking helplessly into the larger vanguard’s slick hand. Enzo whispered light, filthy encouragement and they both saw stars as Oliver filled Ben and Ben painted Enzo’s muscled abdomen with streaks of pretty pearl.
“Oh Goddess.” Oliver shivered, still buried inside of Ben. He pressed a kiss to the back of Ben’s neck before he softened completely and slipped out. The little vanguard moved only enough to plop his sore body next to Enzo, trailing a gentle brown hand over their lover’s chest, teasing his sensitive nipples, and eagerly watching what came next.
They were shameless with their fluids, but they had to be. Enzo knew Oliver’s body better than he knew himself. He knew exactly which places outside and inside of Oliver’s soft body made him come undone in Enzo’s hands. They both knew that when Oliver rode his lap like a cowboy and leaned back just right, the thick heat of Enzo’s veiny ridges and defined head rubbed in just the right spot to send sparks exploding behind Ollie’s eyes.
Enzo gripped Oliver’s hips to take control of the movements, continuing to fuck a brutal rhythm up into his lover. Oliver didn’t even hear the helpless whines and whimpers that fell from his swollen lips for the force of the involuntary crests of orgasmic highs as he spasmed, moaning with every pump of his spent dick. Enzo moaned in kind, fucking into Oliver even more furiously to let the tight ripple of Ollie’s whole-body orgasms milk his own explosive release.
Ben kissed Enzo as Oliver raised off him with a breathy moan, already feeling lesser for losing his stretch. He settled quickly into Enzo’s arms on his free side, reaching his own arm across the tall vanguard’s chest to link his fingers with Ben’s as they both nuzzled into the golden-haired, golden-eyed (good as a god)’s chest.
Farya Bethlen And Jonathan Harker