#c: saffron

[sandcastle-art]

Looking forwards to art fight! I picked team bloom :)

#sand art #sand characters #c: lottie #c: saffron #c: echo #c: picket #grain of sand

[sugarcain-sims]

on his last day as a teen douglas chose to give the dog a bath. it was very badly needed

saffron did not appreciate it.

#queue #family jewels legacy challenge #jewels save #jewels gen 2 #c: douglas jewell #c: saffron #also i loaded the save literally the day before his birthday so i didnt bother going to hs with him LMAO #thats for ruby gen!!

[viola--lancaster]

Location: Viola’s House

Tagging: @shriekery

Viola didn’t often smoke, especially when Kai was in the house because she didn’t want to give him any ideas for what he could run wild with. And most of the time she stuck to cigarettes but when she was feeling like having fun and in major need of a fucking break, she didn’t mind letting her friends smoke her up. She did experience most of her latter teenage years and early 20s during the 70s after all. It was hard to get away from and whenever she and Saffron hung out, it was a welcome reprieve from her normally chaotic brain. She could use a good laugh and lessened tension in her shoulders. And Saffron was usually great company and the closer Vi got to her birthday, the more she was focused on doing all the fun shit she hadn’t let herself do all year. 

Of course Viola was like a grandma when it came to smoking and had newly cleaned ash trays out for the both of them, clearly excited as she set them up for a simple smoke session outside, equip with fresh made lemonade and snacks. It had made her excited to set this up and that had almost made her laugh at herself. But she was leaning into joy. It was what Mary Beth would have told her to do. “Don’t make fun of me for my aesthetics, I may be a grandma stoner but I can still hold my own,” she teased, finally taking a seat next to Saffron in her small backyard. She handed Saff a lighter before bringing her neatly rolled joint her lips and lighting it. “I think the last time I smoked was..whenever the last time I smoke with you. So like a few weeks ago? I don’t know, what’s time.” She sighed, closing her eyes as she let the first inhale hit her, the motion often therapeutic which was why it had taken her so long to quit cigarettes as a whole. “Thanks for coming over. I’ve been a bit homebody lately. I’ve got lots of snacks and plenty of time for you though. So, tell me about your week.”

#c: saffron #smoking tw #weed tw

[shukrsabrrs]

@lorczamartell // A Wedding Between the Moon and Sunspear’s Sun (ft the song the people are singing)

over the time skip, the ruling lord of the tor lord rashid qamar of house jordayne, took princess loreza of house martell as his wife. after five days of celebration, they were wed within the chaar daravaajon vaala mandir, the sept of four doors (as pictured in the middle picture) within the lands of the tor. there, they listened to scripture from the seven pointed star, circled the holy script seven times before finishing off their vows by throwing grains of rice into a fire together. 

the procession from the sept to the keep of the tor was met by crowds lining to see their princess, who had long been the people’s princess. during the procession, singers and musicians from the tor lined the winding bazzars filled with dancers; there was a new ruling lady within the tor, and a new guardian of the sacred sept. as the sound of flutes filled the skies, petals rained down upon the princess, as well as the mass singing of the crowds.

kesariya tera, ishq hai piya. rang jaaun jo main haath lagaaun. (oh, my dear, the color of your love is saffron. if I touch it, i too become colored.)

those who paid enough attention would see her new husband walking beside the white horse the new bride remained upon, guiding it carefully by holding onto the reins. the pair laughing every now and then about something none other could hear as he lead his wife to their new home.

chanda bhi diwana hai tera jalti hai tujhse sari chakoriyan. kaajal ki siyahi se likhi hain tune jaane kitno ki love story-an (the moon too loses reality and admires you as well; i’m not sure how many love stories you’ve written with your kohl)

loreza: “rashid qamar. are you the moon they speak of?” for they knew the word qamar in itself, meant moon. rashid: “at this point, i’m waiting for them to come up with something new.” there was a slight pause, and the lord of the tor looked over at his new bride. “they’re not wrong though, are they?” 

#c: loreza #o dariya mujhe nahi jaana us paar ; aaya ranjha mera (rashid&loreza) #oh river i do not wish to cross your currents ; for my ranjha has come along (rashid&loreza) #oh my dear the color of your love is saffron. if I touch it i too become colored (rashid&lori)

[frenchiepal]

ma’am???????? are you taking issue with my fav ice cream flavors?????????

No not at all madame (◡‿◡✿) I, too, love licking toothpaste and eating cake batter for dessert

#lmao i recently saw saffron ice cream maybe you'd like a lick? #but no i won't bully my beloved moots for their taste in ice cream😌😌 #you're actually so brave #inbox #c shells🐚

[waltzshouldbewriting]

And every team needs a cook, right? And this team has Saffron.

ID start: picrew of someone from the shoulders up. They have tan skin, light brown eyes, and short brown hair. They have an eyepatch over one eye, a purple button up shirt with a gray blue jacket, and a silver earring. They are grinning, and they have a pimple on one cheek. The bottom corner has a watermark reading “fuzenia.” End ID

#c&a #crystals and ash #character: saffron

[moonshinemuses]

Tag Drop

-plz ignore-

#c. melinoe interaction #p. wrapped in saffron (melinoe) #l. loud in madness (melinoe likes) #sc. screams from the underworld (melinoe starter call) #w. a simple fruit tree (melinoe want) #hc. melinoe #t. soft hums can lead to mad thoughts (melinoe thoughts) #r. melinoe relationships (all)

[hebbarskitchen]

Suji Ka Halwa Recipe - Sooji Halwa

#Halva Semolina Dessert Rava Ghee Sugar Prasāda Milk Vermicelli Mango Saffron Kheer Mastani IcePop Kulfi IceCream Pudding C

[laasyapalicha]

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[mtchacffinz]

of the greed in spirit

prompt! Jing Yuan's a service dom (real) + what's he like in bed?

content! NSFW, pillow princess!reader, soft service dom! jing yuan, headcanons ahead, praise, face riding, c^m eating, mentioned sq^rting, p^ssy drunk

note! [opens curtains] slutting this general out (im kidding) im rambling here, so its a bulleted fic 🩷 enjoy my thoughts!! i have so much to say..

With him, you dont need to say nothing. Unless it's the first time Jing Yuan's been with you on the sheets, he's the type to retain minor details on how you like your things through clothings, and even your preferred fancy interiors of different wares. Having said that, he definitely knows how to keep you going.

Foreplay is important. Heck, Jing Yuan does it so well you'd think it's the main course! Unknowingly, he'd approach you slowly— enticing you with his sweet coos and hums right next to your ear. Jing Yuan's big palms travel to your hips, you gulp almost nervously. His hands are tracing circles on your back. Jing Yuan's touches are featherweight, it feels agonizing, electric.

"Everything alright?" He's a little cruel. After subtly riling you up, he's going to ask for your welfare. That doesn't matter. What happens is, no matter how you reply, you always find yourself under his figure.

Jing Yuan's charm is in his subtleness. His presence may be grand, but those small antics he does greatly helps with his lovely expressions. The way he nibbles on your neck while you entangle your hands on his grey hair, when he gives you the sweetest kisses on your knuckles everytime you reach over to him, nuzzling deeper into your palm there right after.. you can tell the general just thrives on pleasing you.

You noticed he barely pays attention to his needs as well. He's so busy eating your cunt out you could only imagine how suffocating it is to have his erection confined in his pants. The thing is, Jing Yuan doesn't even mind. His cock can twitch and leak precum all it wants, the general's grip on your thighs were still firm, unrelenting.

You'd squirm and whimper, god he loves hearing you when you do. He'd reward you with praises that even if you just finished, your sex would just twitch in anticipation. Maybe if you soil his fingers with your juices, he'd even put up a show for you eating his fingers out clean.

If there's something he's not willing to do in bed, that would be hurting you. As soon as there's even a hint of discomfort in your side, Jing Yuan would immediately halt any activity to see your condition. Despite being a general, usually known for his accomplishments in a very stern and relentless environment, his eyes could get so soft. It never fails to melt your heart everytime he looks at you with those saffron optics. You can't help but reach over to his frame and shower his face with butterfly kisses.

Jing Yuan doesn't say it, but he doesn't need to verbalize it when he's basically grabbing onto the plush your ass when you sit down on his face. He loves it when you sit. Even when he's gasping for air, especially when he's gasping for air— he'd be holding onto you for dear life like your his life line. Something about you riding yourself senseless on his nose while his tongue's chasing after those sensitive nerves on your slit has his dick twitching. As soon as he hears you utter the words "Lay down" from those pretty lips of yours, he wastes no time ♡

Another thing is when you cum so hard you twitch and lag into his arms. Gripping the sheets, eyes decorated with dried tears, a broken moan breaking out of your throat.. it's like a celestial noise no one can recreate but you.

He's fond of giving. Shen it's his time to be receiving, his demeanor doesn't change much. He's still gentle, guiding you to what he wants. You absolutely love how he communicates. Jing Yuan asks for requests with term of endearments and pairs with with handful of praises. Maybe this is why you try your best when you service him? After all, he does so well with your body, its only fair you'd return his diligence, right?

When he moans, Jing Yuan doesn't whimper, no. He groans deep. Sometimes he'd attempt to curb it, but after finding out that it actually gets you off— he can't help but let it out once and a while. He'd be putting away stray hair strands from your face when his cock is deep all the way to your throat, trying your best to take it in.

As soon as theres that knot below his stomach, waiting to snap, you always insist on taking it from your mouth. You love it when he breaks in you, broken moans intensifying just as he grips your head down his crotch. When he finally catches his breath after moments of breathlessness, Jing Yuan makes sure you're okay, profusely apologizing.

He understands you get tired, so he always prepare something for you after every session with him. He views this time with you as intimate, sacred of heart. There'd be scents you'd like around the room, may it be incense or candles, sometimes he'd even massage any muscles you find sore or tired. But often times, you'd just want him to clean you up and stroke your head while cuddling him up— just listening to his heart beat accompanied by the calming rise and fall of his chest.

so how was it? (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ i saw this man right up my alley and went "oh no" cus i know I'm gonna write atleast ONE thing about him!

#honkai: star rail #hsr #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #honkai: star rail x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #I need him fr

[ybon-paramoux]

Saffron Goddess, Minoan (Santorini), Akrotiri Frescoes, c. 1600 B.C. [2185 × 2172]

#art #painting #saffron #minoan #frescoes #santorini

[sugarcain-sims]

so of course douglas had to come home and immediately gossip about his kiss... to the dog,

#queue #i dont think he understands u but go off douglas! #c: douglas jewell #c: saffron #family jewels legacy challenge #jewels save #jewels gen 2

[pwlanier]

A FINE PERSIAN MALAYER PRAYER RUG WITH CYPRESS C. 1860

The elegant field design with lobed floral vase issuing a large central cypress filled with ascending herati designs and a smaller central cypress in ivory surrounded by intricate and active designs of stylized florals and foliates with palmette meander, the rich dark blue field having jewel-tone foliate meander and interspersed blossoms is framed by a wide robust border with dynamic ascending flowering plant form on saffron ground in rich saturated jewel-tone colors overall. This exceptional Persian village weaving created in the middle period of the 19th century. with wide main border being flanked only by a narrow inner guard stripe is unusual and impactful.

Soulis s Auctions

[shukrsabrrs]

who: @lorczamartell where: the private quarters of lord rashid jordayne and princess loreza martell, following the incident in which his sister nyla jordayne spoke to him of what happened with lord toland.

there was no way to describe the calm to follow a storm that never was: at least, not to the eyes of those others in the room that witnessed the facial expression of rashid jordayne change upon hearing news he knew would forever change the way dorne and history would remember and know him as. a developed level of self-discipline was not a sign of calmness, but rather a sign of hard work: work done through years of dealing with questions and matters about himself he would rather avoid, anxieties plaguing his mind regarding his calmer personality and wondering whether that would be a way in which the tor found itself at the mercy of other lords who were more poison than the calmness of the sea.

with age, and with experience and reflection, he realised his calmness and ability to see rationally was what would ensure the survival of house jordayne. and more than the survival of it.

"gods help us." he muttered, his tone more sarcastic than genuine as he crossed the threshold into their private chambers, holding the door open for his wife as she too followed in after him. as though it would always be matter after matter. he half expected to feel a numbing sense of anger the minute he was alone, and still, he did not. only a sense of calmness, knowing what would need to be done. knowing he would see it done, and lord toland would be forced to make a choice which put himself on the line rather than the entirety of his people. "our families have been fighting for dominance of the northern shores for as long as i know. always unspoken. lord toland and me have never had any direct issue or source of conflict."

still, the sound that came from him as he shut the chamber door as he crossed the threshold into their private bedchamber was one where someone was finally able to let go. the exhale was slow, steady, but ever so needed; keeping it entirely together to ensure his sister understood that she had done no wrong and that he would handle the matter was exactly what he needed to do. such was his duty as the older brother, but also as a human from one to another: where did the line draw? he did not draw the lines of the gods when it came to justice; only knew that he would strive to do what would avoid ripping open more wounds in the lands that were just healing. the lands which his wife treasured so dearly to the point she put herself forward when none other did, all those years ago.

"i will need to speak with your brother on demanding a trial by combat from the man." he spoke, looking up at loreza for a moment as she fiddled with removing her jewellery.

he wordlessly slipped off his shirt, as though it were suddenly too uncomfortable and hot for him, putting it atop a chest of drawers as he heard the sounds of his wife's anklets jingling as she too made her way around the bedchamber. they had been far from strangers upon their union, and rashid was blessed with the reality of knowing the individual he had ended up marrying: not all the small details that came only when living alongside another, but enough. those days where she was a princess and he was merely the captain of the city guard, forced to watch over her with mock irritation; he could never find it within himself to truly be vexed with her.

he had crossed the room to where she stood before a floor length mirror, helping her casually with untying the laces at the back of her blouse, the pair exchanging a reassuring look in the mirror as he did so. "thank you, for being there." it was loreza who had been with nyla when she first confessed it, and it was loreza who had remained with her until rashid came home from the festivities. "for your presence." he spoke, another hand resting on the small of her back, still maintaining her gaze. "is it bad i feel no sense of rage come over me?" he asked, his tone weary.

#c: loreza #loreza 003 #oh river i do not wish to cross your currents ; for my ranjha has come along (rashid&loreza) #oh my dear the color of your love is saffron. if i touch it i too become colored (rashid&lori)

[petermorwood]

An old article, but amusing regardless.

First it was James Lileks and the Gallery of Regrettable Food. What were the photo editors on these cookbooks thinking?

I'm well aware the colour quality of old pictures degrades and yellows, to their detriment, but IMO the images on that website can't have looked very appetising even when new.

There are ways to assemble variegated foodstuffs on a plate that looks attractive, and then there are these.

Dimly-lit meals for one and Sad desk lunches are yet more shuddersome antidotes to lovingly-photographed food porn erotica (porn would be messy close-ups of eating it).

However, despite what the article suggests, food photography doesn't need "the highest-spec kit while dangling from light-fittings for just the right angle" to look good.

*****

Using a phonecam while out with your friends in a crowded pizzeria isn't going to give the best results, but then neither is a joyless packed lunch on a rainy Monday in February, even if shot with a $33,000 camera like this Hasselblad, and full studio lighting.

@dduane's hobby site European Cuisines (down for maintenance) did just fine for years with a Sony W17, a compact digicam with a superb Zeiss lens.

Here are Sony shots of an apple upside-down cake made with Beauty of Bath apples from our own tree (they really are pink all the way through) and a quiche Lorraine just out of the oven.

After a while I got a second-hand Nikon D40 DSLR; the money saved on second-hand let me afford an excellent lens, a top-of-the-line flashgun and that neat little flash which is so much better than the camera's built-in one.

Here's the Nikon's take on last year's roast-goose-and-all-the-trimmings Christmas Dinner, as well as bacon (corned beef is the Americanised version) and cabbage for St Patrick's Day.

Now we're mostly using HTC U11+ smartphones whose cameras are not only top-notch but have excellent low-light capability.

This is good, because our lighting has always been mostly natural daylight with occasional flash and reflector-screen assistance.

Here are U11+ images of soda bread done in a cast-iron casserole or Dutch oven, and Geflügelragout (a stew of roast chicken with red wine and lemon) with saffron-pumpkin noodles.

This has become Brightwood Vintner's Chicken in the Food and Cooking of the Middle Kingdoms project, and why not? It's delicious! Here's DD and U11+ in action, and the noodle close-up she was shooting in that pic.

None of the food we shoot is "styled" for photography with varnish for glossiness, paint for cream, machine oil for honey, microwaved cotton-wool for steam and lots of other cunning but inedible trickery.

Our stuff is all for eating - so much so that getting "photograph the food" and "eat the food" in the proper order can sometimes be a struggle.

Like these crumpets, for instance.

You would, wouldn't you?

I nearly did, giving DD conniptions because she hadn't photographed them yet, and the Kerrygold butter was melting Just Right...

In a choice between shooting Have To Eat images and Want To Eat ones, we'll stay on the Want To side of the fence, and if people looking at those pix also Want To take a bite out of their screens, we're getting the job done.

And we're not hanging from the light-fittings to do it... :->

#food and drink #food photography #food and cooking of the middle kingdoms #gallery of regrettable food #james lileks