#Dinner For Ava

[askwhatsforlunch]

Dinner For Ava

My girl treated me to a splendid day of mesmerising geothermal walks, taking the waters and being pampered at two different spas and a delicious dinner, her anniversary gift for me, and how I loved it! (Mine to her, was a sunset dinner cruise on a sailboat in Auckland; which she loved!) But my love language remains food, I think. Cooking (and mixing cocktails) for people who are dear to me brings me even more joy than when I'm "only" cooking for myself. So here's a Dinner For Ava, tipples and dishes I've made for her, or inspired by her! Feel free to pick anything you like on the menu and try your hand at it!

Cocktails

Mr. Butler’s Phryne 

Pretty in Pink 

The Ava 

Between the Sheets 

Hors d'Oeuvres

Mrs. Butler’s Salmon Petits Bateaux 

Mrs. Butler’s Chicken and Chives Petits Bateaux 

Entrées

Vichyssoise 

Pièces de Résistance

Lemon Roast Cockerel 

Spring Courgette Pasta (Vegetarian)

Asparagus and Smoked Salmon Spaghetti 

Hot Burrata Margherita (Vegetarian)

Desserts

Manuka Honey and Brandy Chocolate Mousse 

Lemon Soufflés 

Manuka Honey Passionfruit Possets 

Manuka Mango, Strawberry and Banana Fruit Salad 

Hokey Pokey Ice Cream

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Sidney: What were you thinking? Robin: It wasn’t my fault. Sidney: Debateable. You shouldn’t take them with you if you’re not going to keep an eye on them. Robin: I don’t have a million eyes! Oscar: Ma. Sidney: Well. Oscar: You’re looking at this all wrong, anyway-.. Byrd, what’re we not gonna do in future? Byrd: Uhhhhh-.. handstands on wobbly fences? Courtney: Robin? Robin: Let Byrd climb on shitty fences. Oscar: See? Sidney: [mutters] Give me strength. Wren: What do you need strength for? Sidney: Your father’s unquenchable thirst for chaos. Oscar: You need to relax every now n’ then, you might actually enjoy yourself for once. Sidney: Bah, you sound like Ally. Alton: Hm-.. what? Sidney: Nothing-.. where’s the salad? Oscar: What’s done is done-.. let’s just agree to steer clear of the hospital for a while, okay guys? I’m sick of the place. Robin: Maybe we could get a member’s card. Ava: I want to go! Oscar: Noooo, you don’t. Ava: How do you know what I want?! Sidney: Ask Robin to watch you for a day, you’ll be there in no time. Oscar: Ignore your grandma-.. she’s just an expert at putting the salt in Salton. Alton: I still don’t understand that joke…

[jadeactuallysucks]

i really like the horsie legged stickmen so I drew them. (TSC tail reveal when?????????)

YOU HAVE GIVEN ME SACRIFICES

YOU GET TAIL REVEAL

[crisisoninfinitenerds]

Gather round, kids, as your Fandom Grandma weaves a tale of the representation of yore… (Happy Valentine’s Day, nerds.)

[lovevalley45]

so far no one has voted for the deleted grilling scene on my ‘most iconic spooner moments’ poll and that makes me believe it isn’t as common knowledge as i presume it is. why does it look like they’re abt to have a grilling date here in the galley. the one time i’ve shipped esperastra fjfjjd (if you can’t tell, it’s from “bored on board onboard”)

[latinfeline]

vyxaria

[disarmluna]

[emotigonecreative]

Strixhaven session 4- in which Murr attempts to become one with nature, Mint meets the local fashion students, Cirian runs into his awful older sister and makes enemies with Ava, Kenny and Hootian bond over shared bird-ness, Hahdrim attempts to use his psychic skills to absorb knowledge, and the group fights enchanted frogs.

[thevaldeztardis456]

Midnight Burger Incorrect Quotes

Gloria: *hugs Ava*

Ava: What was that?

Gloria: A hug? It’s showing affection.

Ava:

Ava: Right. Disgusting. Do it again.

[palamedeeznuts]

Bea used to be a morning person, adhering to the convent's bedtimes and early dawn training sessions. In Switserland, she tries to cling to this rhythm, wake up at 6AM for a morning run and return to find Ava still out cold.

But her hours at the bar gradually start to catch up with her and she sleeps through her alarm once, then twice (Ava is insufferable about it for a week), until once, she rouses just as Ava starts to stir, rays of sunlight framing her face, and they float towards consciousness together, spend 15 lazy minutes in bed, chatting in rough voices, before Ava crawls out to make tea. And Bea never sets an alarm again.

[dumortains]

HELLO????

[sunsafewriting]

rewatching poi with one of my uni friend and physically restraining myself from starting another au

[piratekane]

The next time Ava dies, the sky is purple.

She’s seen mountain peaks disappear into the sky. She’s seen rivers stain red rock like dark blood. She’s chased sunrises high into the sky and fallen with them until the stars shined overhead.

She’s seen millions of things she never thought she’d see before; things she only dreamed about when the world was nothing but a water stain on a dingy ceiling.

But none of them are this: Beatrice, hair down around her shoulders, the wind licking at the ends; Bea, knees pressed into the grass around them, the inside of her thighs pressed to the outside of Ava’s; Bea, smiling with her face turned up to the purple-pink sky; Bea, dropping her fingers to the center of Ava’s chest and walking them one fingertip at a time up the line of her throat as they curl around her chin, pulling Ava’s attention back as if she ever lost it.

“You’re beautiful,” she says without meaning to, breathing it out in a sigh. Bea’s eyes drop to the point where their bodies meet, where Bea’s hips press to Ava’s. Ava pushes up on her elbows and Bea’s fingers drift from her skin like a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ava,” Bea chides gently.

Ava shakes her head. She presses her hand insistently against Bea’s thigh. Hear me. Believe me, she thinks in time to her heart. But thunder rumbles back at her and her heart starts to sink in her chest like the evening sun.

“One day, we’ll have this,” Bea whispers as she leans closer, her hair a curtain around them. Purple sky leaks in. “You just need to come back to me.”

She wants to cry out. I’m trying. I’m trying. But the words and tears catch in her throat and when she closes her eyes to scream, she opens them a moment later to find herself alone. Her skin is warm, as if someone was just touching it. Her insides burn for air but she holds her breath until her lungs stop screaming Bea’s name.

She’s alone. She doesn’t know how long she’s been like this, living in some space where the one thing she loves haunts her like an organ playing to an empty church. But each night she breathes in the purple sky and dreams of Beatrice there, holding her hand, whispering the I love you she never heard, and hoping this time, Death comes for her and holds her until Bea finds them both.

[willowedhepatica]

hitting up your ask box in return! if you want, share some fun facts about something you're passionate about

OR share about something that inspires your writing

OR a warrior nun headcanon that brings you joy

wow I have no idea why I didn't see this until now, my mind just jumped over it. thank you! I can gladly talk about writing :)

I'm quite sure it's noticeable for those who've followed and read my work for a while, but poetry is something that inspires me incredibly when writing. I'll grab whatever emotion I get from that piece, wether it's ache or mourning or joy and splatter it into my own writing. (this also means, at times, fuck writing rules, they don't exist for the time being) because that's when I'm having the most fun.

I have so many headcanons scattered in my brain... mostly small stuff like; how I'm imagining beatrice cutting her hair short when she truly allows herself to explore her own style. her also getting divinum tattoos when ava is gone as a remembrance, to always have her close - and when ava comes back, reveling in how everything glows. ava giggling into kisses and finding it cute how bea scrunches her nose when she smiles. her mapping out bea's freckles when she's not able to sleep and bea bringing her closer subconsciously to use ava as a makeshift heater (because of the halo)... and practically all of this is tied to switzerland.

[falcqns]

“mamas a fart head, dadas a fart head, tilly’s a fart head, that car is a fart head, that house is a fart head…”

- all because her iPad time was up and we turned on an audio book for her

[juodojimirtis]

Lilith. NO. That is NOT how you seduce a lady. Take her out for coffee first!