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They swapped scarves on the way home from the Christmas market because they like being surrounded by each other's perfume 🥰

Cross stitch of cute girlfriends on a red tandem bike bringing Christmas decorations and presents home

November 27, 2025 at 9:58 AM

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Not hyperbole btw 😅 (I'm ok, rent is paid and I'm not about to starve to death or anything, just ugh - would rather sell things if possible than bother my parents when they're a bit stuffed too from my mum not being able to work for a while after the cancer surgery)

Robins claimed!

November 26, 2025 at 8:46 AM

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Also these, similar sparkly white fabric but this is I think 18 count aida instead of 32 count evenweave. They're all quite small, I was planning to string them together with ribbon to make a garland type thing, but separately I could mount them on cards or turn them into hanging ornaments or sth?

Christmas cross stitch of a deer pulling a sleigh with a rabbit and squirrel

Christmas cross stitch of a mama and baby polar bear

November 26, 2025 at 7:56 AM

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I'm in the tedious "34p left in the bank" pit and found some old things in my crafty basket to maybe sell but have no idea what to charge for them so ??? make an offer if you want one I suppose?! They're photographing more yellow than they really are, the fabric is bright white with glitter.

Christmas cross stitch of a rabbit and some birds

Christmas cross stitch of a deer and some birds

Christmas cross stitch of a mama and baby bear

Beaded Christmas cross stitch of two robins in a heart

November 26, 2025 at 7:56 AM

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The Real Treasure, ch12 🐙🦈

archiveofourown.org/works/550649...

Panic doesn't set in until a pee break a few hours up the motorway, where Stede distracts the kids with far too much money to play the service station claw machines and slinks out of earshot to call Lucius.

"There's been a rather sizable change of plan and I need a rather sizable favour," he says, interrupting the cheerful hello.

Lucius is silent for a good five seconds before saying, deadpan, "Is the size of both of those things 'very large'?"

"Yes," Stede admits, and allows Lucius a long-suffering groan before continuing. "Alright, shut up and listen, will you? The kids have decided to disown their grandparents, and I accidentally let the solidarity get the better of me and invited them to stay."

"Where?" Lucius asks, making no attempt to stifle even a bit of his horrified laughter. "In your flat? With all your fussy expensive little trinkets, and your sex dungeon?"

November 25, 2025 at 1:32 PM

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Most recent one. Face looks like a corpse but hair looks great 👌

November 22, 2025 at 5:33 AM

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New bit of The Real Treasure later, maybe, because it seems the only time I can fart any words out these days is when I'm supposed to be doing something else 🥴

"Did I ever read you that story about the boy who cried wolf?" Stede asks, going over to check the heat of the kettle. Still hot enough. He pours water into a mug with a Lady Grey teabag and chooses a seat opposite him, raising his eyebrows at Louis' smirk.

"No. I bet he was funny, though, that boy. And everyone liked him."

"I think everyone quite liked when he was brutally mauled to death by wild wolves," Stede says.

November 21, 2025 at 8:08 AM

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#TakeTwoTuesday inspired by everyone's recent pics of aurora and snow: archiveofourown.org/works/651140... Snow Problem, rated M, a travel documentary producer takes his YouTube star bestie to an ice hotel but forgets how much he hates the cold 🥶❄️

They've been seeing the lights all week, and it's a thrill every time, but never like this. This is like standing in front of an oil painting when you've only ever seen a photocopy of a print of a watercolour forgery before. Between the roofs of the small town, colours swoop and pulse and billow against the dark backdrop of the universe, as though the entire sky is dancing some kind of vast alien ballet. Stede is dimly aware he's grabbed Ed's arm and Ed's grabbed him right back, both of them holding on like they need an anchor to the world in the commotion of all this silent movement, but neither of them say anything. Nobody around them is speaking either. People are just staring upwards, frozen, hushed by awe.

They start walking at some point, no discussion about it, simply a shared need to be somewhere more open to properly experience this, and end up in a wide open stretch of snow about halfway between the town and the hotel. Ed is the first to collapse on his back between the criss-crossing lines of boot prints, for once absolutely heedless of the cold, and Stede joins him in making a pair of giddy, fidgety, side by side snow angels under the electric illumination of the aurora.

"It's so pretty," Stede says after who knows how long. Feels like it might have been years, like being stuck in fairyland, hypnotised by the shifting lights. It's not enough of a compliment for the impossible wonder they're looking at, but then what even could be?

"Yeah," Ed agrees, sounding just as awestruck as Stede does. "Appreciate the flag colours. Thanks, sky."

"Bi sky," Stede says at once, never able to resist a rhyme. Beside him in the snow, he hears the soft outward breath of an almost-laugh. "Nature's saying hello to you, personally."

"Bi sky, my sky," Ed agrees.

"Phwoar sky. Your sky." That gets an actual, real, proper giggle out of Ed, and Stede grins to himself. Then, for no reason he can fathom and without any warning that it's about to happen, he hears himself quietly add, "Ed? If you were the sky, I'd look at you all night."

November 18, 2025 at 11:15 PM

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I've got his little hamster ball thingy on my laptop too 🥹🥰 Can't wait for this! I was wary but both the trailers have totally won me over.

November 18, 2025 at 10:42 PM

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YESSS

November 18, 2025 at 10:25 PM

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This is my favourite little guy. What a mood 😍

November 17, 2025 at 8:49 PM

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Skeleton with pink fairy wings and a wand captioned "stable? that's for horses"

November 17, 2025 at 8:22 AM

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(But also this, so stop reading halfway through if you're avoiding this stuff 🐙💖🦈)

"Blackbeard me," Stede begs later, flushed from ten minutes of sloppy kissing in their pyjamas after an indulgent shared bath, a bottle of malbec, and a charcuterie dinner eaten off a tray on the marble side.

"Yeah?" Ed murmurs, going back in for another go as his fingers creep to the thigh hem of Stede's satin romper.

Stede submits at once, kissing back hungrily and thrusting his fingers into Ed's damp hair. It tugs, but it's fucking nice. An electric little thrill of something that's not quite pain but maybe just the suggestion that pain is close by, always ready, if they ever want to reach for it. "Please," Stede begs again, vibrating the soft plea against Ed's tingling mouth. "Anything you like. Something you really like. Please?"

November 15, 2025 at 5:58 AM

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Anyone for a scrap of Seaglass besties? 👀

archiveofourown.org/works/74219756

"Ooh, are we doing group hugs?" Fang asks, appearing in the archway with Barbie and Daphne at his heels.

"No," comes Izzy's disembodied, distant voice from somewhere back in the workshop.

Fang ignores him, wedging himself into the far too small last bit of space on Lucius's other side and reaching across to cuddle all three of them. "Ivan's fetching the sammies, but squish up, make room for him over there," he says while the dogs scramble up to find comfy spots on the various available laps, and it's just really bloody hard to hold onto a good sulk these days now Stede's got friends like these.

November 15, 2025 at 5:58 AM

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Also now these people are demanding water bill payment in seven days or I'm in trouble when I've lived here over a decade and have never had a water bill because when I moved in they told me it was included in the rent 🙃

November 14, 2025 at 12:10 PM

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Big "guess I'll die" energy chez Seaport this fine day.

November 14, 2025 at 11:17 AM

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The NHS app is worse than useless. Keep filling out whole forms only to get this when my internet connection is the only problem I DON'T have 😤

November 14, 2025 at 11:12 AM

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November 13, 2025 at 5:43 AM

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They've turned on the Christmas lights outside my house. Lovely, right? NOT RIGHT.

(Although I suppose this will finally kick me into making the depression robe curtains I've been meaning to for ages 🙃)