Hector whispers your name like a prayer when he masturbates. He's whimpering, flushed in the face, he has one hand over his mouth so he doesnt wake you up and the other is palming and stroking his dick. He wonders what you would say to him if you found him. Would you mock him? Tease him? Would you help him? The thought makes him cum into his hand and whine outloud. Thankfully, you dont have your glasses on, but he's sure he made a sound. He wonders if you'd call him a pervert for lusting over you. He might be one, maybe, he doesn't know. He just wants you. Craves you like nothing else.
So yesterday was my 23rd anniversary. Our, I mean. I met my husband face-to-face for the first time in July 2001, and we married on the same date 2 years later.
Since we like doing absolutely stupid shit, we had been planning on going to see the Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota among a couple other things. Then the wildfire smoke from Canada made that a bad idea, so we went south instead. We drove down to Memphis and saw the Bass Pro Shop Pyramid. Big fucking glass pyramid in Memphis. With a hotel inside. Wild, not really our thing, other than being fucking absurd. We like absurd.
Two days to drive down, one day back. We drove 525 miles today and I am fucking exhausted. But happy.
I was going to the way back machine to archive my tumblr because I’m obsessed with archiving things- but I saw that’s someone’s just been doing for 4 years now?? Wild- who is this? Thank you
I’m glad someone likes my stuff enough to archive it- it just
This is the first (and only) request I've gotten so far and it was so fun to revisit this old meme prompt. I have to say, Jaxon definitely does clean up pretty well despite him typically wearing more tactical outfits on the daily.
Feel free to continue requesting characters for this outfit meme in my askbox here or in my instagram story here!
A better picture of the critter closeups from my photo dump, as requested by @mathysphere!
These are all from the same pattern, “Ecology Wildlife Band”, torn many years ago from a Cross Stitch and Needlework magazine of unknown date. The original design had the four critters in a band across a reusable bag, with green text above and below saying "recycle, conserve, save / reuse, preserve, renew”. I stitched them on some mystery 16ct aida scraps which feel just a bit more plasticky than usual, and I have no idea if that’s fitting or ironic. The final size for each is 3.5in square from fabric edge to edge, and they’ll almost certainly go onto greeting cards at some point as is my wont.
All four critters were stitched mostly as given, though I did combine with other colors any single-stitch colors I happened to notice while prepping each piece just for my own convenience. That said, this was something of a study in how not to design a pattern! I’ll explain that a bit below the cut.
For starters, it’s a very photorealistic, full-coverage pattern packed with a frankly unnecessary density of colors (the tiger, for example, has 28 different floss colors as shown, plus the three single-stitch colors I merged out in prep). This technique results in primarily dither-style shading, which looks very smooth in the end but is an unfortunately confetti-full stitching experience. A thoughtful designer will minimize this where it’s reasonable, to make things easier for their stitchers! This pattern, however, felt like it probably came straight out of a computer program with no edits.
The pattern was also very difficult to read. It had both colors and symbols, which when done well is actually the option I like best! Unfortunately, four factors combined to make it terrible in this case:
The symbols were actually just letters (lower- and upper-case both), numbers, and punctuation -- in one of those skinny sans fonts that makes everything look like vertical lines when you’re not looking closely.
The colors were intended to be indicative of the floss color they represented, but they weren’t particularly close and especially they did not tend to match lightness/darkness (dark flosses had in many cases lighter colorfills than medium flosses).
Many colorfills were very close to each other by sheer virtue of the fact that the pattern had well over 50 floss colors and probably 30 of those were shades of brown. Printer ink, even fancy magazine printer ink, can really only manage so many shades of brown.
It was small. The pattern was printed across two pages, but only the top half of those two pages, and with margins and the border text and so forth -- which meant that each critter's pattern was only about the size of my finished fabric pieces, 3.5in square. That is not a lot of room for a pattern this visually dense.
This combination made it quite difficult to keep track of what was done and where to go next, even for -- if I do say so myself -- an experienced stitcher! I made at least one mistake in every piece that I only found far too late to be worth fixing, and in most of them I made multiple such mistakes. Mistakes can and do happen in projects of all sizes and types and levels of experience, and there is no shame in making them! But both the way a pattern is made and the way it is presented can affect the likelihood of mistakes, and this is a prime example of that.
There was also no particular regard for easy placement in the detailing, with the backstitch/straight stitch portions tossed haphazardly over the crosses so that they started 1/3 of the way into a square and ended 3/5 into another, and other such odd fractions. This doesn’t jive well with cross-stitch fabrics, which all function by factors of two; evenweaves (and hardanger) are stitched over two unless you’re doing tinywork, and aida is woven in blocks of four threads. To do detailing at odd fractions, you are forced to split a fabric thread -- a task that blunt tapestry needles are not good at. That’s more of a general embroidery thing, which is done with sharp needles for a reason!
All in all, this pattern felt like it was designed by someone who doesn’t do much actual cross-stitching themself. It is stitchable, as you’ve seen, but boy could it have used some cleanup editing before it hit the presses!
He was hard to get a feel for, mainly cause his face was so blank most of the time. His stupid wide eyes and his ever present smile made something violent light in you.
You wanted the feeling to go away, you wanted it smothered out so it could never bother you ever again. So you teased him. And that escalated to being outright cruel to him.
You’d shove him wherever he was in your path and you’d kick the back of his leg if he was standing to the side. You’d mock the way he would pronounce certain words and even imitated his physical mannerisms.
But he took it all in stride. It’s like nothing phased him. He never yelled at you or asked you to stop. No, instead he’d smile and ask you if whatever action you took was an extension of friendship. It didn’t help that most people felt pity for him either. Most people viewed you as the meanie who made fun of a clearly absent minded man, but to you he was conniving.
It came to ahead when he had been walking with his bento and bumped into you. He apologized and even helped clean you up but you had enough. You shoved him to the floor and loomed over him.
“What the fuck is your problem? With those big eyes, I thought you’d be able to see what’s directly in front of you.” You sneered.
For the first time, in ever, Rengoku’s smile was gone and in its place was a wobbly lip that trembled with each word you spat out. His ears were red and his cheeks grew redder too. He was blushing.
“Do you have anything to say, huh? Anything?” You challenged, but got no response. Instead, Rengoku’s eyes looked up at you and away. He hid his face behind his hand as he muttered a lackluster response. A simple apology, but that wasn’t enough for you.
“Huh? I can’t hear you. Speak louder.” You demanded.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll pay closer attention-“
“Yeah you better!” You replied, not even letting him finish his sentence.
And that’s when you noticed it. A small but noticeable bulge made itself known in between his legs.
“What-“ but you never got to finish your sentence.
As quickly as you saw it, it disappeared behind his hand. He sprang up from the floor and grabbed the ruined bento box just to turn around and away from you. His ears where pure red, and his neck also grew hotter. He apologized without facing you and left in a hurry in the direction he came from. Leaving you confused and a little aroused.
