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Sunny Days-chapter 8

Sunny Days Masterlist

Summary- Negan and Sunny deal with the effects of their argument. Who will bend or break?

Warnings- Angst, Smut, Edging, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Language

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long to get out. Flu, bronchitis, and plot bunny in shape of Max from The Resident took over my life. However, since you guys waited so long, I combined what would have been 3 short chapters into this much longer one. Also, I planned this story out before the episode with sad Amber aired. So my Amber is a bitch. And I’m gonna screw around with the time line to fit my story. It shouldn’t make much difference since it’s hard to tell how much time passes between episodes sometimes.

Word Count- 5.7k+

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Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Negan sat in his office staring at the new bedroom door. He swirled the scotch, the ice gently clinked against the glass, and brought it to his lips. He swallowed the last mouthful in one large gulp feeling warmth spreading down his throat. He had everything ready. All he was missing was Sunny.

She’s too fucking stubborn for her own good. She has no fucking clue how damn vulnerable she is out there on her own. She’ll come the fuck around. She has to. I’ll fucking make her. God fucking damnit.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you've ever made custom backgrounds or buildings with canned foam or polytyrene for reptiles, or if you know anyone who has. I would like to do some in the future and want to know which materials are safe for things like leopard geckos and blue tongues. Thanks!

I have indeed! I’ve probably made… seven or eight at this point? I will definitely make a tutorial the next time I build one for you guys! I think that will be very helpful. Anyway, here’s the last build I made for my crested gecko, minus the bamboo and substrate/leaf litter so you can see the structure better.

In this build I used the following materials for the background: Great stuff foam, GE 100% brown silicone, and cocofiber / ABG mix. I also have some cork rounds, slate tile, and a styrofoam / grout “rock” insert that’s hard to see in this picture.

Basically, always use 100% silicone with no additives or mold / pest inhibitors. I always use GE silicone.

Let me know if you have any other questions! Hopefully this gives you a basic idea of what to use!

This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 8

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend…~

Beka, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bill 

2,900 Words

Warnings: Angst. Suicidal Thoughts. Redemption

A/N: Here’s the end of my weekend. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it. It was quite an experience.

Go To Chapter: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

Chapter Eight - Sunday Night:

The plan was simple: I was to stay in the car. Yup, that was Dean’s big master plan: keep Beka in the car while we do the scary stuff. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I yes’d him to death the entire ride uptown, and promised to stay put right up until the second I slipped out the passenger side door.

Dean protested, Sam shrugged, and I headed off towards the house, ripping a strip of yellow caution tape from the front door as I entered.

The house was plain but comfortably decorated. The front door opened right into a living room with an old blue sofa with bright orange pillows. Goddamn Mets fans. Bet Bill would love that setup. He loves baseball more than hanging out with you. That’d fit right into his man-cave.

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“Chaparral Associates got the contract to retrofit this place in ’99, $4 million contract. Head partner couldn’t crack it. So, he subcontracted out an under the table sort of deal with a former associate. That guy was one of the partners in my firm. We basically ghost-wrote the whole plan, crossed the t’s, dotted the i’s, grouted the tiles.”

“You’ve seen the blueprints.” 

“Better than that. I’ve got them on me.” 

When Clouds Part (The Sun Shines Through)

So uh, the main reason Heart-Crossed wasn’t posted sooner was because I wanted to finish this one alongside it – which I thought of and started side-writing half way through finishing the other one. Whoopsie daisy.

Someone ban me already.

Summary: Some months after splitting her soul, Amelia has a nightmare. Who better to cheer her up then her literal soul mate?


Two adorkable friends who have big, nerdy crushes on each other. Had to fix my broken heart from the  emorocktale side comic somehow.

Rating: T, mainly for the beginning

Word Count: 3.5K

A03 Link: Here

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add tile work to my new diy skill sets – Lydia was amazing {as you see here} with grooving mastic and small patch work while we laid tiles. I now have proficiency in mastic (more or less), simple sheet tile layout, wet saw tile cutting, and grout grout grout grout {I never want to see a deep countertop counter behind a sink again in my life}.

I can’t wait to show pics but the floor is still covered, for ceiling paint {happening tomorrow - while I go to the first day of school !!} and I’ve got to visit Mom tomorrow night but… video tour soon. My bookshelves are being built this week and the front door should arrive Tuesday ! Getting so close to done but still no clothes in the closet and… I’m blurry eyed with exhaustion.

Jean-Pierre Raynaud’s House

Jean-Pierre Raynaud is a French artist who is most famous for his project at La Maison in La Celle-Saint-Cloud in Paris. In 1969, he began to build a house with an interior composed almost entirely of white tiles, evenly spaced out, with black grout joints. Five years later, his house was open to the public. Unfortunately, in 1988, Raynaud entered into self-imposed “wilderness” and the house was closed and subsequently demolished in 1993. The fragments of Raynaud’s house have since been exhibited in various installations since.


Ankh-Morpork “Chocolate” Bonbons, from Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett!

It was a tossup between this or rancid yak butter tea (also from this book), and between you and me rancid yak butter is hard to come by in disgusting heathen America. I was also craving chocolate-covered nuts, which are either incredibly waxy fake chocolate with dessicated nuts, or hideously expensive and dispensed only by mystical chocolate gurus atop Mt. Godiva. 

Anyway, let the Guild of Confectioners describe their thinly-veiled distaste:

Ankh-Morpork people, said the guild, were hearty, no-nonsense folk who did not want chocolate that was stuffed with cocoa liquor and were certainly not like effete la-di-dah foreigners who wanted cream in everything. In fact, they actually preferred chocolate made mostly from milk, sugar, suet, hooves, lips, miscellaneous squeezings, rat droppings, plaster, flies, tallow, bits of tree, hair, lint, spiders, and powdered cocoa husks. This meant that, according to the food standards of the great chocolate centers in Borogravia and Quirm, Ankh-Morpork chocolate was formally classed as “cheese” and only escaped, through being the wrong color, being defined as “tile grout.” 

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Pairing: Eren/Levi

Raiting: Mature

Synopsis: Life as a shift manager at a shitty grocery store is awful, and Levi is in a foul mood. He just want to scrub off the layer of grime, eat some shitty food and go to bed, but there’s a surprise waiting for him at home.

Can also be read on AO3


 Levi hated people. He hated them with a fiery passion. Most days he was content to merely dislike them, but after a day like today they’d all been upgraded into the hate category. Fucking assholes the lot of them.

 Today had been bad, like exceptionally bad. You’d think being a manager at a grocery store would merely be a boring job, but somehow every force in the universe had decided to gang up on him, and send every shithead in the fucking world into his store, just so they could create havoc and destroy his day. People had screamed at him, they’d broken things in just about every fucking aisle, and he’d bruised his knee tripping in a pool of olive oil that he then had to spend half an hour trying to mop up. It had been made worse by the three people who had all yelled at him because the aisle had been closed off while he tried to ensure that no one else slipped and fell. Because of course it was Levi’s fault, naturally.

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Spring cleaning your all-white kitchen? Check out these insider tips:

1️⃣ Remove tea and coffee stains from ceramic cups by filling them with warm water and dropping in a denture-cleaning tablet 😬 2️⃣ Boil lemon slices in a pot of water, and let your linens and cloth napkins soak for an hour to whiten them brand new 🍋👌🏻 3️⃣ White tile with white grout giving you nightmares? Baking soda with a touch of vinegar is an environmentally healthy alternative to cleaners that may scratch or damage 💕

Image via @betterhomesandgardens #kathykuohome #interiordesign #kitchen #inspiration by kathykuohome


Before, after.

It rained this morning. In the afternoon, the sun did its best to press through the thickness – not clouds, it didn’t seem, more an extra layer, as though the sky had pulled a sheet over itself, like light was trying to shine through light. The sky was white-grey in the way December skies are white-grey and the sun, when it presses through, takes on a look more lunar, pale, like silver skin stretched across a loin.

I’d been crouching over a showerbed all morning, grouting tiles. My view was floorward. The room was warm and dim. I left the bathroom and walked into the livingroom we’d made with all the windows we’d put in and light was pouring through, magic, wet, post-winter-rain light. I gasped and gushed, look, oh my gosh, the light! The man whose house it is – whose life we’ve been a part of off and on for months now as the job has expanded and contracted, as we’ve cut holes into the side of his house, built new rooms, brought the light in – he sat on a couch in the corner. “I know, I know,” he said, “it’s beautiful.” We both looked out and looked how the light entered in. “My mother had an expression,” he said. “I don’t remember the Russian, but for light like this, she said the witch’s daughter is getting married.”

She was a proud bride today, with a supernatural glow.

Canvas - Chapter Six

Breaking Point

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

Toshinori distantly felt hands grip his shoulders, lifting him off the floor and gently laying his head on something soft. The back of his head and neck throbbed and sent spikes of nausea into his gut. A noise, high and loud, rang in his ears.  

“-ight? All M–ht? C– you –en your eyes for me?”

Toshinori winced away from the too loud voice, head pressing back against the soft surface. Another throb pressed like a vice against his skull and forced a groan from his lips.

Hurts! Claws gripped at tile and air.

Blood surged up his throat, and he choked.

The gentle grip pulled Toshinori’s shoulder up and rolled him on his side. He coughed, body shaking under the force of his hacking until his lung was clear of the bloody congestion. He gasped miserably, waves of fatigue crashing through him and leaving him trembling.

“That’s it. Get that out of your system,” the voice above him was soft, as was the hand that rubbed circles on his back. “I need you to open your eyes for me, alright?”

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thinkin’ bout cleaning in the context of interior design (floor). thinkin’ bout wall-to-wall carpeting as requiring vacuum cleaners

thinkin’ bout’ the trend (since 80s loft chic?) back to hardwood or concrete, at least narrow-grouted tile, in relation to the decline of domestics and homemakers

thinkin about how much the shag trend had to do with cleaning vs. synthetic fibers vs. manufacturing techn OH MY LORD the Wikipedia article on “Carpet” is atrocious, it’s 2017 and that is shameful


Does this yellow garden stool look familiar? It was one of our first DIY projects on Design Meet Style. We wanted to freshen up this piece’s look and the solution is this weekend’s DIY.

The most difficult part of this project is deciding the color and pattern of your mosaic. We cut up a sheet of mounted mosaic tile, but you can do this with broken tiles, mirrors or even colorful dishes. To adhere the tiles, we traced the stool on SimpleMat, then simply peeled off the paper and got to sticking. To fill in the spaces, we chose an alabaster-colored grout. Be sure to use a sponge to wet your surface before grouting, then hold the groat float at a 45-degree angle to push the product into the cracks. Wipe the excess grout off the tiles, let dry for 24 hours, and voila! 

What goes great with this project? A playlist. Get your weekend “To Do” to a “Ta Da” listening to our favorite songs this week.