#bird baines

[joansiesbeloved]

The Kennedy Family at the Inaugural Ball, January 20th, 1961.

[jamiesonwolf]

The Best Books of 2024!

It’s that time of year again. I can’t believe that we’re already halfway through December. I’ve gone back over the year, and it’s been filled with so many good books! I had a difficult time bring the list to just ten books, so this year it’s eleven. This year held a lot of difficult moment for me, and I wanted this list to feature the books that brought me comfort and made me forget the difficult…

[lifewithaview]

Barbara Bain and Martin Landau in Space: 1999 (1975) Matter of Life and Death

S1E13

While returning from a reconnaissance mission to a nearby planet which appears to be capable of sustaining life, an Eagle team pass out and the ship is brought back under remote control. Upon arrival a passenger is found aboard the Eagle, who appears to be Dr. Helena Russell's husband, long presumed dead after a failed mission to Jupiter five years prior. The Moon Base Alpha crew must determine how this seemingly impossible situation occurred, all the while slowly drifting out of range of the planet which has offered the promise of a new home. Koenig must decide whether to go ahead with the evacuation to the planet before time runs out, but questions remain about the true nature of Dr. Russell's "late" husband, and whether the planet is truly safe.

*According to a making of documentary, when filming on the Planet Terra Nova set, they had parrots, one of which had learned the word "CUT". He would call this out just after the director Charles Crichton would yell "action". The parrot was replaced.

[crying-on-the-six]

Lady Bird and Lyndon Baines Johnson

[jadeseadragon]

Anna Rose Bain (American, b. 1985), Taking Flight, 2022, oil on linen, 30" × 24" / 76.2 × 60.96 cm.

[askwhatsforlunch]

Mincemeat Foie Gras Terrine

This festive Mincemeat Foie Gras Terrine is a delicious and elegant way to open your Christmas Lunch! Happy Christmas to you all!

Ingredients (serves 6 to 8):

340 grams/12 ounces whole raw Grade A duck foie gras at room temperature, cleaned and deveined

½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

6 tablespoons good quality Cognac

3 heaped tablespoons Mincemeat 

Separate foie gras lobes and place them in a shallow dish. Season with fleur de sel and black pepper on all sides.

Pour Cognac over the foie gras and gently rub onto the lobes. Place dish in the refrigerator, to marinate and infuse overnight.

The next day, preheat oven to 100°C/210°F. Place one of the foie gras lobe, plump-side down into a 600-millilitre/20-fluid-ounce terrine dish, pressing gently to fit and level. Spoon Mincemeat on top, levelling into a generous layer.

Place remaining foie gras lobe on top, pressing gently and rubbing the edges to seal. Close with the lid and place in the middle of a large baking dish. Fill baking dish to three-quarters with warm water, to make a bain-marie.

Place baking dish in the middle of the oven, and cook in the bain-marie, 1 hour, at 100°C/210°F.

Once cooked remove bain-marie from the oven, and let cool, half an hour. With a spoon, scoop out excess fat at the top of the terrine, leaving enough to make a thin yellow layer when it cools down and congeal. Cover with the lid once more, and place foie gras terrine in the refrigerator, to chill and infuse, overnight to four days.

Serve Mincemeat Foie Gras Terrine, cut in slices, with slices of toasted Brioche, or Soft White Bread, and a slightly sweet, well-chilled white wine, like a moelleux Sauternes or Loupiac.

[hellhathmyfury]

Elrond is not here bc he doesn’t require a cheat sheet and also he’s my boy so I make sure all friends kno him by name

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

‘He Called It Jumbo’

CHAPTER TWO: The Johnson Treatment

Back in the 60s, I served as an aide to Lyndon Baines Johnson, often referred to by his initials LBJ, was the 36th president of the United States, U.S. representative and U.S. senator. Plus a philanderer of the highest order. Had a twenty year affair with one mistress, an illegitimate child with another mistress, and numerous brief affairs as well. And a few weeks ago, had me on his cock which calls "Jumbo." For obvious reasons.

Even after my encounter, President Johnson acted like nothing had happen and continued to rely on his bevy of babes referred to by the other his male aides as his harem. All of his secretaries, plus his two mistresses, got the Johnson Treatment. The Johnson Treatment you ask is when he'd corner someone, leaned his face into theirs and threatened, promised, flattered or cajoled, the person to give him what he wanted. This was the “Johnson Treatment.” Thanks in part to this tactic, Johnson would go on to become a powerful Senator and eventually President of the United States. Plus have a lot of sex.

And to give his wife, Lady Bird Johnson the illusion of being a faithful husband, he tasked the Secret Service with keeping his philandering from her. Even having a buzzer install to warn him when she's coming. Obviously, that didn't work as Lady Bird endured his behavior, with only occasional reprimands. One of which is having me work with him instead of one of his bevy of at secretaries.

For several weeks, I was tasked with working extra hours, including nights and weekends with President Johnson. Although he was crude as the day is long, I would find myself admiring his tall, lanky, 56-year-old figure. And of course, Jumbo. Meanwhile, I suspected he might be horned up, not having access to his harem. The tension I was feeling was distracting and unwelcome.

Just then, standing beside me, President Johnson openly rummaged around in his groin in a most histrionic fashion possible. I could see his cock straining against the material of his pants and I admit, I started to get pretty hard. I guess it was because I was surprised (and aroused) that I stared too long, and he noticed. I looked up and he was looking right at me, smiling.

"Damn, I could really use a good blow job. I'm so tense. Best medicine I know of, right son?" President Johnson flatly said.

By now, President Johnson is towering over me, invading my personal space as I uncomfortably lean back, clenching my arms to my chest, mumbling something inconsequential in response.

"You like sucking cock. Don't you Davis?"

"Ugh, er, I guess so Mr. President…", my voice trails.

"Get on your knees boy. Your President needs you."

I quickly went down to my knees and watched in growing excitement as he unbuckled his pants and pulled out a semi-erect Jumbo. I took a hold of his shaft, took the tip into my mouth and sucked on it, running my tongue around it and running the tip of my tongue along his opening, tasting the first bitter sweet drops of pre-cum. I did this till he began to stroke the back of my head, I then opened my mouth a bit further and went down his shaft. The old man moaned as I firmly sucked on Jumbo, feeling it grow in my mouth, mushrooming out.

Fully erect he was above average length at 12 to 13 inches and slightly above average thickness. It had been months since I had been with anyone else and it felt so good to a cock in my mouth again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell of his crotch and the wet sounds of my lips sucking an erect shaft. The sensation of that cock sliding almost out of my mouth then, back in till it touched the back of my throat was incredible.

“Hell, that feels wonderful.” He added as he suddenly reached down and grabbed me behind the head with his huge, weathered hands.

Then he started moving my mouth up and down his thick dick shaft as he fucked my mouth like he was fucking some pussy. I took his plunging dick and made love to it with my tongue as the old man repeatedly shoved it down my throat and pulled it quickly back out.

“Damn, this is hot! Shit your mouth is better than a pussy.” President Johnson called out excitedly as he fucked my mouth faster and faster.

I could hear him panting as I felt the head of his wonderful cock swell just before he tightened his grip and put it fully in my mouth and began to cum. I almost gagged as his cum splashed the back of my throat, I swallowed most of it but some dribbled down my chin.

"You really know how to suck a cock, boy. Didn't take you long at all to get me off." He said as he slid his cock in and out of my wanting mouth, finishing his orgasm.

I smiled up at him as I wiped his man cream off my chin. I continued to stroke him as he petted my hair.

"Stand up and take those pants off." He said as he pulled me up to my feet and smacked my ass.

I did as I was told and was standing naked from the waist down with my hands on the desk spreading my legs slightly. Then he slid his hands down to my round ass and squeezed it before getting behind me, gripping my hips and spreading my ass cheeks with his thumbs. He rubbed the head of Jumbo along my crack and especially my pale pink button of an asshole before I heard him spit into his hand. Then I felt the pressure as he pushed the head into my man pussy, stretching me as it slipped past my opening. I groaned half in pain half in pleasure as he pierced me with his cock.

"That's it. Let ol' Jumbo in." The old man said as he slowly pulled out till the head almost slipped out then thrust it smoothly half back in.

Each entry into me made me catch my breath and made my chest tight as his rhythm began to pick up speed, grunting with pleasure. I gasped out loud as I pushed back against his thrusts enjoying the sound of skin slapping together, and that hard dick pounding my ass. He fucked me with a desperate need as fast as he could for another ten minutes.

"Oh God, you're so fucking big! Fuck me damn it FUCK ME! Damn it, fuck my hole! Own it!"

Hearing that, spurred him to pump into me faster and harder, forcing more moans and gasps from me. "God yes! Fuck me Mr. President, Fuck me!"

President Johnson's rhythm became erratic, my dick was vibrating with excitement and my balls were tight to my body waiting to cum. Suddenly, he pulled out, pressed the head of Jumbo against my ass and came. The first stream of his cum bounced back to cover the head of his dick, he pressed his hot cock up and the next stream went up my back. The last stream went into my opened hole. President Johnson moved the head around smearing his cum on my skin before he slipped it back down to my sore hole. I had came without even touching my cock, but hadn't noticed while he fucked me.  

"Damn boy, that was better then any pussy I have ever fucked." He said still smoothly pumping my ass like he was working up to come again.

"Damn, Mr. President, how long can you go?" I said as he pushed that wonderful cock back in me as far as it could go, sending a shiver through my balls and up my dick and through my chest.

"With an ass this tight, I can go for a while longer. But as much as I love this, we better get cleaned up before Bird comes a looking." He said holding himself in me for a moment longer than with drew.

"But I will find a way to fuck you again. Count on it."

We got cleaned up and dressed just before Lady Bird came though the Oval Office door. Ben told him I was everything he was told I was and more. And they went outside and talked. President Johnson was a man of his word. Between his wife, virtually all of his secretaries, his two mistresses and I got the Johnson Treatment. Johnson was a sexual beast who'd screw anything that would crawl, basically. He was a horny old man.

[laurasimonsdaughter]

I know that folkloric vampires don’t turn into bats, but into other animals like moths.

what do you know about the different animals’ traditional’ vampires can turn into?

Is there any theme amongst them like being nocturnal?

That is actually rather difficult to answer… Vampire folklore is very diverse and when folklorists (and translators) decide a certain creature is a vampire, it varies which attributes they find most important (being a revenant, drinking blood, being killed with a stake, etc.). So the first problem is that there are many creatures across many cultures classified as vampires that could also be called ghosts, witches, demons, or spirits. And some of those are generally believed to possess magic, or to be able to take any shape they want.

Another complication is that certain animals may be associated with vampires, without them ever changing into them. In Greek folklore a cat jumping over a corpse would doom it to be revived as a vampire after burial (Avdikos, Vampire Stories in Greece and the Reinforcement of Socio-Cultural Norms, 2023). Anthropologist Willem de Blécourt remarks that in “the lands south of the Carpathians” the concepts of werewolves and vampires are too much intertwined to compare them to English werewolves (de Blécourt, I would have eaten you too, 2007).

The next problem is that I have not read a lot of reliable sources on local vampire legends. Books written for entertainment rarely cite their sources well enough to be trustworthy, and scholarly works take more time to find, acquire, and sometimes translate, than I have ever devoted specifically to vampires.

Personally I do not know any folktales where a vampire turns into an animal. But then, vampires in folktales are not always what we think of as vampires now, and may just eat corpses (Afanasyev/Guterman, The Vampire), be undead warlocks (Afanasyev/Ralston, The Soldier and the Vampire), or undead princesses suffering from demonic possession (Nisbet Bain, The Vampire and St. Michael).

Of course this doesn’t mean folkloric vampires didn’t shapeshift! There are many folklore concepts that exist in folk belief and anecdotes more than in complete stories. Especially concerning various Slavic folklore the general consensus is that vampires do shapeshift, but I could not tell you whether this is inherent to vampirism, or to the more general demonic powers that they often likewise possess.

Matthew Bunson states that “vampires can turn into bats, cats, dogs, wolves, butterflies, insects, rats, birds, fleas, mice, and locusts”. But his 1993 publication The Vampire Encyclopedia is exactly one of those - admittedly fun - works without citations.

I have read here and there that: the Albanian shtriga can transform into a moth, fly or bee, some Slavic – specifically Serbian – vampires can turn into a butterfly, the German nachzehrer is sometimes said to rise from the grave in the shape of a pig, the Romanian pricolici was once human but turns into a vampiric wolf, and the Jewish alukah is a living vampire that can turn into a wolf. Proposed explanations as to why these particular animals, usually have something to do with a cultural link between the animal and the concept of evil, death, disease, or destruction. But I don’t know enough about any of these examples to speak on their accuracy or their origin/explanation with confidence.

[mydaddywiki]

Lyndon B. Johnson

Physique: Average Build Height: 6'3½" (1.92 m)

Lyndon Baines Johnson (August 27, 1908 – January 22, 1973), often referred to by his initials LBJ, was an American politician who served as the 36th president of the United States from 1963 to 1969. He became president after the assassination of John F. Kennedy, under whom he had served as the 37th vice president from 1961 to 1963. A Democrat from Texas, Johnson also served as a U.S. representative and U.S. senator. Johnson is one of only three, along with Richard Nixon and Andrew Johnson, to have served in all four federally elected positions of the U.S. government. After he left office, Johnson suffered a heart attack and died on January 22, 1973 at the age of 64.

Tall, lanky and homely looking, during his administration he signed into law the Civil Rights Act (1964), the most comprehensive civil rights legislation since the Reconstruction era, initiated major social service programs, and bore the brunt of national opposition to his vast expansion of American involvement in the Vietnam War. He was also a philanderer of the highest order and a grade A dick, literally and figuratively, that is if you believe the rumors.

LBJ was married to Claudia Alta Taylor, known to her friends as "Lady Bird." The couple had two daughters. Throughout his life, LBJ’s extramarital affairs were anything but discrete. His wife, endured his behavior, with only occasional reprimands. LBJ has been referred to as a "giant" of a man, a description only his late wife Lady Bird (and dozens of other younger women) could verify. When swapping tales of womanizing with his fellow Senators, he would often brag about it, saying things like “Old Jumbo sure got a workout last night.” Now that's swagger.

[joansiesbeloved]

JFK and Jackie during their visit to San Antonio, Texas. Circa, November 21st, 1963.

[sirgawin]

tagged by @blackhyena to post 9 books I want to read in 2025, thank you!

A Book of Days by Patti Smith

Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

Jerusalem: The Biography by Simon Sebag Montefiore

Frenchman's Creek by Daphne du Maurier

The Eagle and the Hart: The Tragedy of Richard II and Henry IV by Helen Castor

Fludd by Hilary Mantel

Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart

Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison

No Name in the Street by James Baldwin

tagging: @wulfhalls @holmesandwhatson @blxckwidow @gothicmaiden @medievalthymes @weltenwellen @winedark @betharmons @keanureves

[aggsh-shs]

Campbell Bain Headcannons

this was requested by @princeloww (my wonderful mutual)

he loves lolipops, and always has some on him

he’s genderqueer but masc leaning

not allowed in the kitchen ever

he sees Rosalie as his mother, since she’s so nice to him

he likes to perch on counters like a bird

he likes to use his friends as stim toys

this includes (but is not limited to), grabbing their hands and messing with them, playing with their hair, shaking their shoulders

even tho he’s long and lanky, when he’s upset he likes to curl up in a ball

bisexual

if he’s crying, he likes to rock himself or get pressure on his chest to calm down

he sometimes wears his radio headphones around the asylum because they cancel the noise

he loves cats, like would do anything for them

after Fergus’s death, he was so scared to sleep in that room alone that he asked Rosalie to stay with him

he broke down in her arms that night and cried so hard he threw up

i’m exhausted so this is what you’re getting, i might add more later, but feel free to add on yourself if you have any <3

[the-unholy-sovereign]

[{]¤| Hail Satan |¤[}] 💀Shivah "Shiva"

(Asia) ASIAN "Defender I.Eagle" The Shinto; Slayers: (I.Predator) Komodo Dragon, the Salamander is thou victim "II.Prey" [(Demonic)] I.Saviour; The Shah of Africa (II.Hyena). Henceforward "I.Hunt", THE CONGO-BASIN; The Salamander is the devourer of both the falcon and its eggs. Not limited only to that particular species of bird as a predator. But to the owl as well, for the salamander being an common enemy onto both. However the condors mainly protects the falcon during it's hibernation; thusly I.Savior . Basically, depending on the breed of "Falcon" that will hibernate and shed its feathers (I.Prairie). Thence I, "V A M P U R I M" I I Cannibal (cannibals) "Imhotep" I.Nubian-Pharaoh; HYENAS (I.Barren) "Surrogacy" Hyena/Wolf (Half-Blood), Werewolf. The "Demon" Shai: White-Devil I.SOVEREIGN (Unholy) "Demonic", hereby solidify power afterwards impregnating the owl; offspring I.Warlock. Thereof Necrophilia (The hyena) "Human" I.Fetus cannibalistic-feast, Bain-Root/Garlic. . (Wolves).

[{BARBARIAN}] I.Europe/Romania . . . Witchcraft.

Furthermore an "Barren" woman is unlikely to bare demonic offspring, unless she's a female born fertile. Concluding "I.Barren" barren female is freed from the curse of the Succubus. . (Owls). Therefore I being the unholy imperial hierarchial-patriarchy (Overlord) Fledglings "Demon" Warlord, I.Shah/Shai "Feudal" A F R I C A [(N Ō N)] Feudalist; thine African "Gila-monster" II.Predator, the Congo-Basin [{Salamander}].

♾NUBIAN CREED: SATANIST: THE DARK GOD OF VOODOO. . . .

[jadeseadragon]

"THE KAKAPO OR OWL PARROT

STRINGOPS HABROP"

A history of the birds of New Zealand, 1888, London, by Sir Walter Buller, Taylor & Francis, Johannes Keulemans, A Bain. Te Papa (RB001178)

[askwhatsforlunch]

Muscat and Pear Foie Gras Terrine

This beautiful Muscat and Pear Foie Gras Terrine makes a delicious festive entrée. Happy Christmas Eve, friends!

Ingredients (serves 6 to 8):

565 grams/1.25 pound whole raw Grade A duck foie gras at room temperature, cleaned and deveined

½ teaspoon fleur de sel or sea salt flakes

½ teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

1/3 cup good quality Muscat de Rivesaltes

4 heaped tablespoons Pear and Ginger Preserve

Separate foie gras lobes and place them in a shallow dish. Season with fleur de sel and black pepper on all sides.

Pour Muscat over the foie gras and gently rub onto the lobes. Place dish in the refrigerator, to marinate and infuse overnight.

The next day, preheat oven to 100°C/210°F. Place one of the foie gras lobe, plump-side down into a 600-millilitre/20-fluid-ounce terrine dish, pressing gently to fit and level. Spoon Pear and Ginger Preserve on top, levelling into a generous layer.

Place remaining foie gras lobe on top, pressing gently and rubbing the edges to seal. Close with the lid and place in the middle of a large baking dish. Fill baking dish to three-quarters with warm water, to make a bain-marie.

Place baking dish in the middle of the oven, and cook in the bain-marie, 1 hour, at 100°C/210°F.

Once cooked remove bain-marie from the oven, and let cool, half an hour. With a spoon, scoop out excess fat at the top of the terrine, leaving enough to make a thin yellow layer when it cools down and congeal. Cover with the lid once more, and place foie gras terrine in the refrigerator, to chill and infuse, overnight to four days.

Serve Muscat and Pear Foie Gras Terrine, cut in slices, with slices of toasted Brioche, or Soft White Bread, and a slightly sweet, well-chilled white wine, like a moelleux Loupiac or Muscat de Rivesaltes.