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lesbians making out video but with reduced music so u can hear them making out sloppy style. happy pride! 🏳️🌈🔊

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cool. another black child died in a hate crime
A South Carolina jury on Monday found a store owner not guilty of murder in the 2023 shooting of a Black 14-year-old.
apparently the murder happened in 2023 after doing some research but the murderer has been found not guilty.
black children get murdered and become victims of hate crimes every fucking day. this is ridiculous
im posting this here despite the website being extremely white centered, I want people to understand how in this country it's basically ok to murder and victimize black people, especially women and children in the name of "self defense" and white America will reward you for your antiblackness.
Hamlet adaptation where Hamlet is a vlogger and all his soliloquies are breakdowns he uploads to YouTube
… I am unironically here for this
this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life
This is - legitimately - my favourite delivery of Shakespeare I have EVER seen (and I have seen some good-ass productions yo, in the Globe Theatre itself even). Like seriously, even though the words are unchanged, he’s stripped away ALL of the archaic pretense and assumed grandeur of ~presenting the bard~ that makes even the most wildly talented of actors and innovative of productions inherently inaccessible to a modern audience. Like, they’re still great, they can still communicate the message and (some) of the nuance, but they’re still always a step removed from being identifiable to any viewer’s lived experience. They’re still always reciting 15th century poetry. But this guy? This guy is like, screw iambic pentameter, to hell with being precious about the material, HOW WOULD AN ACTUAL PERSON SAY THIS SHIT?
Like this. And it’s beautiful. It’s beautiful to hear a soliloquy I loved so much already, and have it come to life in a way it never, ever, did before. I feel like I grasp his motivations, his twists and turns, no longer on an academic level but on a visceral, instinctive one. Because he’s presenting his mental and emotional journey in a way that speaks honestly, like a real person.
So yeah, this shit post? I love it. Deeply and sincerely.
A post about this went round recently, and I’m delighted to announce she’s since come out as trans and goes by Jasmine 🏳️⚧️
Actor and Writer
There’s a whole series of the Hamlet videos on her YouTube, as well as a bunch of other films she’s made
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So I am unemployed once again and that last paycheque did not go anywhere near as far as I needed it to...
Val and I are both job hunting still/again, but we have no phones and Telus seems to keep adding to the bill despite our service being disconnected as that last email I got brought what I needed to pay to reconnect service up to just under $900.
If people can help us reconnect our phones, it would make the job hunt so much easier...
Paypal, ko-fi and dm me for e-transfer details
$111/$900CAD
Edit- Jan 12 20:58
So, like, we're not going to get enough for this phone bill in time, especially now that it's just shy of $1100. Thank you to everyone who has shared and donated.
We are still two unemployed trans women who need help with other necessities, like groceries, gas, meds and other utilities, so if you are able to continue helping us with that while we continue to job hunt, that would be literally life saving 🙏💜🙏
Hey we haven't gotten anything in over a week and we need to get some groceries and Val's meds.
If anybody's able to help 🙏💜🙏
For the meds, we need about $150-ish. And for groceries, probably another $150. Plus, the utitilities bill arrived and it's just under $300.
We've gotten pay-as-you-go phone plans that will need to be topped up soon, that's another $60. Plus, need gas for the car.
If anybody can help with keeping two unemployed trans women afloat while we job hunt in this absolutely shitty job market, you would be lifesavers.
$107/$700CAD
Edit- Feb 7/26 - Thank you so much 💜💜💜

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#It is so fucking hard to find content about Keith Porter that's actually about him #instead of playing a game of 'who gets the most attention' between people who were murdered #Keith you deserve to be actually remembered for who you were not just used as a rhetorical tool to make a point
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Saw a post of this shot from Where Is Everybody?, the first episode of The Twilight Zone, but it was split into multiple GIFs, which I think ruined the effect a little

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so. as you may know it’s christmas eve. as you probably don’t know i am eastern european. and probably the only real tradition anyone holds onto is christmas eve. normally my great aunt does all the food and very begrudgingly sometimes lets everyone help make like. one thing.
well.
this year. the year of our lord two thousand and twenty four. she decided she was done cooking and it was up to everyone else.
so i got a phone call from my mom a few weeks ago being like hey so. you’re making the cake. got it? good.
the cake in question is a walnut cake. i was entrusted with my great aunts recipe about seven years ago. i’ve made it twice. the first time i fucked up the frosting quantity. the second time i fucked up the eggs. both times were passable at best and notably! my great aunt did not taste either of them.
and i have to make this cake. on christmas eve. it is dessert. for everyone. my extended family will all be eating the cake. the walnut cake. on christmas eve. even my great aunt.
so yesterday, december 23 if you are counting, i went on the annual Last Minute Christmas Food Shopping Trip with my father, watched him climb into the case to get his half and half like he does every year, and stressed about my cake as i made sure i had all of the ingredients.
then. we went to my great aunts house. where i was met with Trial Number 1: The Cognac
this cake has cognac in the frosting. not a big deal really. except for the fact that my mom hates that there is cognac in the frosting. (my mom is hell bent on making christmas eve dinner vaguely healthier. no one else agrees.) and i was to be making the cake in my moms house.
also important to note: we (as in my parents) do not own cognac. mostly because none of us drink.
so my great aunt is like oh i have to give you the cognac. cause she knows. i am baking the cake. the walnut cake. (my dad told her. he is a traitor). and i say okay. sure. this won’t be a problem at all.
so she gives me. a shot of cognac. and when i say a shot. i mean an Entirely Full Shot Glass of Three Hundred Dollar Cognac. in a jar. for the cake. the walnut cake. that i have to make.
upon bringing the cognac home my mom says no we’re not putting that in. the cognac sits on the counter in its jar. no one touches it.
then i was met with Trial Number 2: The Frosting.
this recipe requires a pound of chopped walnuts. first. i couldn’t even find the walnuts. my sister and i searched high and low and in every cabinet we could find but no nuts. i called my mom. and said mom where are the walnuts? and she said. “they’re in the nut bag behind the basement door.”
oh of course. how could i have missed the nut bag? a holiday bag full of bags of nuts that was half hidden by wrapping paper and also behind a door?
in any case. could i have used a food processor? absolutely. did i? no. half because i forgot and half because i didn’t want to accidentally grind the walnuts into a paste. so i enlisted the help of my younger sister to chop the walnuts By Hand while i embarked on the real devil: the frosting.
which remember. is supposed to have cognac.
so i cream my butter. i add my sugar. i’m careful not to over sugar. i taste it a million times. i add my coffee and my vanilla extract (instead of cognac. which is still sitting on the counter) and it was all going so well until. the butter rebelled.
now remember. one time when i made this. seven years ago. i made too little frosting. so i made more this time. and i thought i had all my conversions right but evidently i did not because suddenly there was too much liquid in my frosting and it split.
the frosting for the walnut cake that everyone was going to eat. on christmas eve. the very next day.
i felt like a contestant on great british bake-off getting smited by the tent.
so i did the logical thing and shoved the whole mess into the fridge hoping that it would sort itself out overnight.
then it was time to face Trial Number Three: The Cake Itself.
as i have said this cake is a walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake that has been at christmas eve longer than i have been alive. and it requires no less than ten egg whites. which i whipped and i added to my walnuts and shoved the whole thing into the oven in my two baking dishes.
only to discover no less than 40 minutes later that the batter in the pans was Not Even (despite my best efforts). so i cooked one longer than the other and hoped that i hadn’t monumentally fucked up the walnut cake. like i had the frosting. which was in the fridge. and i was ignoring.
which leads to Trial Number Four: The Egg Yolk Cake
see i had ten egg yolks. i didn’t know what to do with them. my mom said flush them. my dad said make a custard. i proposed making egg nog. my mom said she didn’t want it in the house cause it was too fattening (a blatantly incorrect statement. please, if you are reading this, go drink a glass of eggnog. or some other fun festive drink. food is for the soul.) so i produced a recipe for an egg yolk pound cake. i made it. i still don’t know if it came out good cause i haven’t tasted it. i hope it did. but that was not the point. the point is the walnut cake. the christmas eve walnut cake.
and the following morning i was met with Trial Number Five: The Frosting Part 2
first i threw my failed frosting back in the mixer and it immediately secreted a brackish combination of vanilla extract and coffee so i did the only thing i could. facetimed my dad and said “father there are problems abound.” and he gave me the fatherly advice of “make it again.”
and so i did.
with more correct measurements. still scared it would split at any second.
though it didn’t.
and i didn’t add the cognac.
maybe no one will be able to tell???
my mom said that if anyone asks the first batch of frosting failed and i had to toss it. this is technically true.
but i had frosting. i had two uneven cakes. and it was time for Trial Number Six: Decorating
decorating cakes is easily in my top ten least favorite activities. decorating the christmas eve walnut cake is easily in my top three least favorite activities. because i am terrible at decorating cakes. and also because it has a filling.
the filling is jam. and i once again made the wrong choice because i put the jam on first before the frosting. which to be fair is what the directions say. but as everyone knows, the directions in recipes you get from your eastern european great aunt are not the real directions. so now i had to smear butter cream. on top of jam. for the filling of the walnut cake. for christmas eve. that we would be eating in a few hours.
and we didn’t have a cake plate. we had a large dish.
i had to use my fingers. i had to use three spatulas. i got jam everywhere. but i did it. and as soon as i set the top cake on top of the filling i realized my monumental mistake: i was supposed to trim down the cakes.
so now they were uneven. and lopsided. and there was nothing i, a mere mortal tasked with the impossible task of making christmas eve walnut cake, could do about it.
so i continued to spread my frosting. which i had enough of. and tried and failed to not get jam everywhere.
in the end it was almost presentable. not great. slightly lopsided. and definitely not as nice as any of my great aunts cakes.
which left me with Trial Number 7: Chilling It
our fridge was being taken up by other important christmas eve things (though not as important as my cake. the walnut cake) so i had to put it in the car. which was fine because there is snow on the ground.
i covered my cake. the walnut cake. in tin foil and hoped i wouldn’t accidentally squish it. and then i went outside. i tried to steal my moms shoes to walk outside. she was not impressed.
“you know, saph,” she said. “some of the time you’re pretty great. the other half of the time you’re really weird.”
i could not agree more.
i put my cake on the trunk. prayed to the cake gods and went inside.
on the one hand if the cake is good, i will be stuck making walnut cake for christmas eve for the rest of my life. on the other hand, if it sucks i will never have to make another one.
Trial Number Eight: The Tasting still waits.
the cake. the walnut cake. has survived transportation.
my great aunt peeked at it. she says it looks “very nice.” my aunt thinks i’m being too hard on myself with the cake.
i remain stressed.
it is cake time. walnut cake time. on christmas eve.
Trial Number Eight: The Tasting
it was time to taste the cake. the walnut cake. on christmas eve.
first i was given a giant bread knife to cut the cake. then a normal knife. then i cut it.
and then we ate it.
“so good,” said my great aunt. “you did a good job with the cake.”
she did not ask about the missing shot of 300 dollar cognac.
i am at peace. i am also doomed to a lifetime of making cake. walnut cake. for christmas eve.
merry christmas everyone.
today, in case you did not know, is December 29, a whole five days after christmas eve. the day where we ate the walnut cake. the walnut cake for christmas eve.
i have recieved not one but two texts from my uncle waxing absolute poetry for the walnut cake. that we ate five days ago. on christmas eve. this uncle does not even celebrate christmas. he is jewish.
he said, and i quote, "Hey did I tell you that your cake was fantastic? Dare I say - better than [great aunt's] version. Not exactly sure why, but I liked it better."
and i, because i am terrified of my newfound title of official walnut cake baker, took an hour to respond. but i explained that the only real difference was the lack of cognac in the frosting.
to which, said uncle responded with, "The icing was great. But the cake itself was super good too. Not overly dense. More delicate overall. Brava!"
this is is terrifying news for me personally because now i need to somehow replicate this cake, the walnut cake, for Christmas eve, next year.
the 300 dollar cognac shot is still sitting in my kitchen. i do not drink. but it temps me more every day.
and for all of you asking for the recipe: are you daft? it took me seventeen years to drag this recipe out of my great aunt and another eight to be trusted to make it. she will curse me for all of existence if i dare share it. and also none of you want this recipe. it controls you in ways you cannot fathom. i wake up every night, haunted by walnut cake. for christmas eve.
i wish you all peace and love and that you never ever have to bake walnut cake. for christmas eve.
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Song: I'm Going That Way Artist: Ben Babbitt ft. Emily Cross, Nikole Beckwith, Theo Karon, Walt McClements, Anna Ialeggio, Alex Rose, Alina Cutrono, Thomas Carroll From: Kentucky Route Zero
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