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[annlillyjose]

chapbook update – redeemed by ransom

this user is obsessed with their book and is dealing with separation anxiety with her characters, so she wrote something else with them – a chapbook!

when @coffeeandcalligraphy did this, i knew it was something i’d love to do, too, so i gave it a go. the plan was to write it before finishing dairy whiskey (as an exercise to help with the book) but when does anything ever go by plan?

i wrote this last night in a span of two hours. there’s five poems in this and i’m so proud of them all!

i loved writing it, so you all get to read it, too! i’ll leave a link at the end of this for ya’ll to download the book for free (and the link to my paypal if you’d like to support a struggling artist, but no pressure ofc).

but before all that, here we go – the five poems in this book, under the cut.

children with expiry dates

this poem reads as an instruction manual to mariam. it’s both empathetic and hateful, it’s a confusing blend of emotions. “chandeliers are for non-believers”, the poem opens, and goes on for two pages.

litany in which certain tomorrows are promised – after richard siken

the longest poem in the book, running a total of fifty lines, talks about the central relationships that dinah maintains with people. talks about religious and childhood trauma, but ends with a sort of hope/consolation.

map of a mother

a poem that lists out the specifics of dinah’s memory of her mother – what she thinks about, what she feels, and what she willingly forgets.

holding rain

talks about another world or life, a sort of euphoria, where dinah has a simple and tender relationship with ephron, totally unlike the dynamics they share in the story.

it is okay to hold hands / it is okay to taste lips

a tribute to the most beautiful couple i’ve written (till date), this poem is all about dinah and austin. it’s beautiful, it’s tender, it’s promising, and it’s intimate.

so, that’s it with the poems. if you’d like to read this book, you can download a free copy here!

if you'd like to support my work, you can donate on paypal. i am super grateful for any and all contributions, but again, there's no pressure. you can always just read the book for free and let me know what you think.

looking forward to hearing from you. hope you enjoy reading my poems!

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[fattributes]

Tempered Dark Chocolate Bon Bons

[mariacallous]

Goldie Finkelstein was just 13 when she was sent to Wiener Graben, a work camp that later became a concentration camp. The youngster lost her entire family in the war, and among the things she never learned from them was how to cook. She had no family recipes and, according to her son, when she married Sol Finkelstein, also a Holocaust survivor, she didn’t know how to boil water or cook an egg.

Eventually, other survivors taught Goldie the necessary skills, and she was a quick learner. She soon became known for the copious amounts of baked goods she would provide for any occasion. Her recipes, some of which are included in the “Honey Cake and Latkes: Recipes from the Old World by the Auschwitz-Birkenau Survivors” cookbook, include cake mixes and other ingredients that wouldn’t have been used in pre-Holocaust Eastern Europe. Her whiskey cake, for example, calls for both yellow cake mix and vanilla pudding mix.

Goldie’s experience illustrates the ways in which recipes, including those we think of as quintessentially Ashkenazi Jewish, have changed over the years. Survivors lost the ancestors who passed along oral recipes. Families’ personal artifacts, such as handwritten recipes, were abandoned when Jews were forced to flee. 

Most significantly, perhaps, after the war, survivors had access to different ingredients in their new homes. Sometimes that was due to seasonality, such as was the case for those who moved from Eastern Europe to Israel and had access to more fruits and vegetables year-round, including dates and pomegranates. Other times, it reflected changing tastes or newfound wealth  — liver soup, pates with liver and offal were classic Eastern European dishes in the early 1900s, when there was an intention to use every part of the animal, but became increasingly uncommon. In other cases, like Goldie’s, packaged goods replaced homemade. Another survivor whose recipes appear in “Honey Cake and Latkes,”Lea Roth, detailed making noodles for Passover from the starch leftover at the bottom of a bowl after grating potatoes before the war. After the war, most people added “noodles” to the grocery list.

“Some of these recipes changed because of New World versus Old World,” explains Jeffrey Yoskowitz, author of “The Gefilte Manifesto: New Recipes for Old World Jewish Foods.” Yoskowitz and his co-author Liz Alpern work not to replicate pre-war Ashkenazi Jewish recipes, but to reclaim and modernize them. To do that, they’ve had to examine the ways in which recipes have changed.

In the Old World, for instance, almost every recipe called for breadcrumbs. At Passover, the leftover crumbs from the matzah were used to make matzah balls, leaving nothing to waste. But when immigrants in the U.S. could use Manischewitz pre-made matzah meal, then recipes started calling for it to make matzah balls.Today’s recipes for kugels with cream cheese, cottage cheese and sour cream would not have been made in the Old World, where dairy products were expensive. Again, ubiquitous cows in the New World made that “celebration of dairy” possible, Yoskowitz says.

At first, recipes may not seem like the most essential thing to recover from Holocaust survivors, but they paint a picture of what life was like before the war. It is essential to see the Jewish experience as one that is not solely as victims, and learning what people ate and cooked is part of that.

“Bringing back recipes can help bring people back to life,” says Edna Friedberg, a historian and senior curator with the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. “In particular, it was women who were in the kitchen in this period, and so this is a way to make the lives of women very vivid and real for people.”

The idea is not to romanticize Eastern Europe, says Maria Zalewska, executive director of the Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Foundation, which published “Honey Cake and Latkes,” but to see the memories connected to togetherness, like picking fruit toward the end of the summer and using that fruit in a recipe, such as cold cherry soup with egg-white dumplings. 

In addition, examining recipes gives us a sense of what role cooking and food played in trauma processing, Zalewska says. “Remembering the foods and the food traditions of their lives before imprisonment were some of the ways that survivors coped with starvation,” Zalewska adds. These are things that survivors say they are not often asked about, but when asked they report remembering dreaming about food during incarceration. 

“We have quite a number of testimonies, where survivors talk about being in situations of starvation, and food deprivation and ghettos and camps and in hiding, and that dreaming about and remembering food from before gave them emotional sustenance,” explains Friedberg.

Exploring such memories have been meaningful for those survivors who were young when they lost their families.

New Orleans’ Chef Alon Shaya has been working for several years to recreate recipes from a book belonging to the family of Steven Fenves, a survivor and a volunteer for the museum. The book was rescued by the family cook, Maris, when the family was forced to flee their home on the Yugoslavia-Hungary border in 1944. The recipes are largely written without measurements, times or temperatures, and many of the ingredients are different from those used today. (Like the Fenves family, Goldie’s son, Joseph Finkelstein, says his mother wasn’t big on using measurements as we think of them in recipes today. She knew the quantity of an ingredient, for example, if it would fit in her palm.) Unlike Yoskowitz, who is looking to update recipes, Shaya has been working to replicate them as closely as possible  — and has come across a few surprises.

Many of the desserts use a lot of walnuts, for example, which, of course, are also used in contemporary baking. But Shaya is using what he says are “copious amounts of walnuts” in various ways, such as grilled walnuts and toasted walnuts. The Fenves family walnut cream cake, which includes both walnuts ground in the batter and in a cream in-between the cake layers, has featured on the menu at one of Shaya’s restaurants, Safta, in Denver.

For all the recreation, and Shaya’s goal to bring the tastes of his youth back to Fenves, he says “it is impossible that a recipe in New Orleans would be the same as one in Bulgaria. The seasons are different, what animals are butchered are different, and the spices taste different.”

Indeed, place matters, Yoskowitz says. Ashkenazi food has a reputation of being terrible, he says. Take mushroom soup, for example. “There is no good mushroom soup in a deli. It is made with mushrooms that don’t have much flavor. But if you have it somewhere made with mushrooms grown in the forest, then that is going to be good soup.”

Many Holocaust survivors settled in new lands with new ingredients, and little memory of how things were made before the war. They knew they used to eat mushroom soup but didn’t specifically remember the forest-grown and harvested fungi. So, dishes morphed depending on what survivors had in their new home. In Eastern Europe, veal was plentiful, but in the U.S. and Israel, schnitzel began being made with chicken instead (a process Yoskowitz calls the “chickentization” of cuisine). And the beloved Jewish pastrami on rye? The pastrami would have traditionally been made with kosher goose or lamb. It wasn’t until Jews came to the U.S. that beef was easily accessible. 

The same is true of what is likely the most iconic Jewish American dish. “Bagel and lox are what we think of as the most Jewish food. But the only thing that came over was the cured and smoked fish,” Yoskowitz says. “Cream cheese was a New York state invention. Capers were Italians. It was a completely new creation, and it became a taste associated with Jewish people.”

One of the most poignant recipes in the “Honey Cake and Latkes” book is a chocolate sandwich, a basic concoction of black bread, butter and shaved dark chocolate. Survivor Eugene Ginter remembers his mother making it for him in Germany after the war, to fatten him up after years of starvation.

Adds Shaya: “We have to continue to adapt, and I think that that is part of the beauty of it.”

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twelve: Stefan Salvatore + Somnophilia

You really tired to stay awake for Stefan, but he was taking to long, and the longer you waited the harder it was to stay awake. The hot summe air around you made sleeping in the hold Salvatore house hard sometimes. You tired to get cool, but the air wasn't moving much, and so you decided to strip down naked.

It wasn't like Stefan hadn't seen you naked before. It was unlike Stefan to stay out late, and not at least call you to you he'd be coming home soon.

Sleep took you quickly. The days efforts to help at the local bakery, and also do some paperwork. Left you feeling worn out, and tired. Sleep took you, and you dreamed of the cold spot next to you being filled with a handsome man. One that smelt of whiskey, and fresh pine. You dreamt of his hands in your hair, and his lips on your body.

Your dreams melted into real life. as your felt the wet feeling between your legs. You hummed as you felt a wet tongue lick a long, and slow strip up your dripping pussy.

Nothing felt better then that, but you still thouhgt you were dreaming. Hands gripping at your thighs, blunt nails leaving half cresents shapes in your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

"Oh fuck!" Your breathy moans fell from your lips, and right into the air. Harder pulls on your tighs as you tired to get away from the over stimulation of the feeling between your legs. "Stefan! FUCK please…" You begged in your sleep.

Until you heard the gruttle moan of Stefan between your legs. Your eyes shot open, "Stefan! What? OH fuck." You muttered as he contineud to tease your clit with his tongue, and sucked on it. Hands falling into his hair, and desperatly trying to pull his lip away from you.

"Nah, missy I wanna taste you." He whispered into your thighs. Kissing you getnly, before diving back in. "Please… I'ma…" You eyes rolled into the back of your head as Stefan added a finger into your dripping pussy. Thrusting slowly. Keeping you right on the edge. "What was that baby girl?" He said teasingly. "Please, Stefan no no teasing." You mumbled as he added another finger. Streching you out further.

Sloppy, wet nosies hitting your ear. Stefan's tongue lapping at your clit. Your hand falling to his hair once again. "Oh, fuck… Stefan don't, please don't stop." He continued to thurst his fingers, at a pace with no mercy. "Never would dream of it Y/n." He whispered into your thighs.

Your vision went white, and your voice became hoarse as you screamed his name out for all of Mystic falls to hear. Stefan helped you through your high. A soft hand rubbing circles into your skin.

He climbed up your body. Kissing at every spot of exposed skin. "I'm sorry I'm late." He mumured into your ear. "It's kay." Your said really unable to form words. He kissed you gently, and climbed next to you under the sheet.

Completed on: 07/02/23

Posted on: 10/12/23

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The Vampires Dairies // Kinktober '23

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Liqueurs

Liqueurs

Also known as cordials.

Distilled spirits that feature flavorings such as fruits, herbs, and spices.

Heavy, sweet, and complexly flavored drinks.

These sweet alcoholic beverages are used to make cocktails, or can be served alone as aperitifs or digestifs.

Making Liqueurs

Involves adding fruits, sugar, cream, spices, herbs, nuts, and flavorings to a liquor base at a distillery.

The sweetness of liqueurs is their most common feature.

Although, they can range widely in sugar content.

Popular types of liqueurs: orange liqueurs, herbal liqueurs, and coffee liqueurs.

Liqueur vs. Liquor

Both are drinks with high alcohol content and similar-sounding names.

However, there are essential differences between these two categories:

Fermentation: Liquor—also known as hard alcohol, spirits, or distilled spirits—is a category of alcoholic beverages that ferment and undergo distillation. In the distillation process, heat and condensation increase the alcohol content, and a significant portion of the water boils off, concentrating the alcohol and particular compounds. Liquors usually starting with a grain base (distillers occasionally use fruits). The six main categories are whiskey, brandy, rum, vodka, gin, and tequila.

Flavorings: Most liqueurs begin with liquor as a base; then, distillers add herbs, spices, and other flavorings. Bartenders can serve liqueurs as-is or add them in small amounts to a liquor base to form mixed drinks.

Sugar: The main difference between liquor and liqueur is sweetness. Liqueurs are intensely flavored with the most predominant note usually being sweetness. Flavoring herbs and oils and added sugar provide flavor and texture.

Alcohol content: Both liqueurs and liquors have a range of alcohol content. Most liquor is in the 40 to 55 percent range of Alcohol by Volume (ABV), or 80 to 110 proof. Liqueurs typically contain more ingredients, so the alcohol content is generally lower, from 15 to 30 percent ABV or 30 to 60 proof.

15 Popular Types of Liqueurs

There is a wide range of liqueurs, from cream-based cordials to proprietary recipes.

Amaretto: An Italian liqueur made from apricot kernels, which give the liquor a distinctly bitter almond flavor. Its name comes from amaro, the Italian word for “bitter.” Sweeter notes of brown sugar temper the bitterness of the apricot pits. It contains 21 to 28% ABV and can be sipped alone or added to cocktails.

Amaro: A broad category of regional Italian bitters. Made from either a neutral spirit or brandy, this bitter liqueur is a staple in the Italian lifestyle. A curated blend of botanical ingredients—typically an inherited recipe that includes herbs, spices, and flowers, as well as barks and roots like gentian root, cinchona, and wormwood—gives each variety of amaro its unique flavor. Campari, Cynar, Fernet Branca, and Aperol are popular amaro liqueur brands.

Anise liqueurs: Anice, the primary flavoring agent in black licorice, is a popular ingredient in alcoholic drinks in many countries and cultures: Ouzo in Greece, Sambuca and Galliano in Italy, Pernod Absinthe in France, and Raki in Turkey, among others.

Chambord: A popular brand of raspberry-flavored liqueur. The ingredients are red and black raspberries, honey, vanilla, and cognac. Chambord is great for making Raspberry Mojitos and Raspberry Margaritas.

Cream liqueurs: Thick, sweet liqueurs made with the addition of milk or a milk substitute, along with sweetener, to provide a creamy sweetness to the drink. Baileys Irish Cream liqueur and Amarula are two examples of cream liqueurs.

Creme liqueurs: Creme liqueurs are thick, sweet, syrup-like beverages. Unlike cream liqueurs, creme liqueurs do not contain dairy. Instead, added sugar provides a thick consistency. Crème de cassis (made from blackcurrants), crème de cacao, (a chocolate liqueur) and crème de menthe are different flavors of this category.

Coffee liqueurs: These liqueurs contain caffeine, and the predominant flavor is coffee. Coffee liqueurs, such as Kahlúa from Mexico or Irish Sheridan, are generally served with cream and sugar.

Elderflower liqueurs: These herbal liqueurs provide a light, floral note to cocktail recipes. St. Germain is a popular brand of elderflower liqueur.

Limoncello: A liqueur flavored with lemon peel. Limoncello is strong, sweet, and bright yellow.

Medicinal: Some liqueurs, such as Chartreuse and Benedictine, were initially used for medicinal purposes. These liqueurs tend to be floral and highly complex, with an ingredient list that remains secretive.

Orange liqueurs: These liqueurs feature predominant orange flavors, and are broadly known under the labels curaçao or Triple Sec. Popular brands include Cointreau and Grand Marnier.

Schnapps: Some varieties of schnapps do not classify as liqueurs, but those with added sweetness and flavoring agents, such as peach schnapps and peppermint schnapps, are liqueurs.

Drambuie: This Scottish liqueur has a base spirit of Scotch whiskey and a proprietary blend of herbs and spices.

Frangelico: Italian liqueur flavored with roasted hazelnuts; comes in a uniquely shaped bottle, modeled after a Christian monk, complete with a rope belt.

Strega: Italian herbal liqueur that gets its name from the Italian word for witch. The distinctive yellow color comes from saffron, imparting flavor to the liqueur.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food History Wine-tasting ⚜ Drunkenness ⚜ Drinking ⚜ Literary & Hollywood Cocktails

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Penis Fly Trap

Summary: Well, hello, it's been a while since I've done one of these!

So, in a thread, @miasmaghoul came up with the idea of Mountain having a cunt that will clench so hard around a cock that it is like his knot that he won’t let go until he is ready too and has milked the holder’s balls dry. As she said, ‘It’s like one of those milking machines they use on dairy farms, and no one else has a clue how he manages it, but if Mount’s in the right mood, he’ll make the rounds and drain every pair of balls, he can find just to leave their owners sprawled and drooling in his wake.

Now, this gave me the idea of what if getting milked by Mountain is one of the initiations into the band you do to finally be a part of the pack?

Think of it like this, Phantom and Aurora have been on Earth for around 7 months now, and due to them having been on tour, it’s taken a while for them to get their “initiation” done. Of course, they’ve had sex with the rest of the band at least 5 times each by now, even with Mountain, but they have only heard stories of his cryptic power, which is his milking knot.

But today is the day.

Notes: I know I'm not the best at smut, but I tried my best, I hope y'all enjoy this! And happy new year!

-Love Whiskey <3

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The ghouls have been home for a month now, and everything has been set up for the event, which is essentially an all-day orgy. Poor Phantom and Aurora are already fucked out and stupid when it’s their turn with Mountain, having made their rounds with every other ghoul in the pack, from Dewdrop and Aether to Alpha and Omega to Zephyr and Ivy.

Utterly fucked out, holes loose and leaking with slick and cum, cocks sensitive and aching from overuse, Phantom and Aurora cling to each other as they approach Mountain, who is laid out prettily on the couch, idly stroking his hard little t-dick and smirking as a glob of slick drips out of his hole.

“Well, well, well, is it finally my turn?” he purrs as he beckons them closer with his wet fingers, offering the soaked appendages once they’re close enough.

Phantom can’t get his mouth around them fast enough, almost choking himself on them as he licks them clean.

“Oh yes, they’re ready to experience that tight little cunt” Aether chuckles darkly while he’s basically holding Swiss and Dewdrop upright. The giant smiles, “Is that right? Well, I think Phantom can go first since he’s being such a good boy for me. Why don’t you come give me that pretty cock”

The young Quintessence ghoul rushes between those pretty thighs, barely coherent enough to push his cock against that fluttering hole, but he manages. Managing to push all the way to the hilt in one go, making them both let out punched-out noises.

“Fuck-” Mountain groans as he’s filled with a cock for the first time today, having wanted to save himself for these two and not wanting to risk knotting anyone besides Phantom or Aurora. “Go on, sweet boy, take what you need.” the drummer coos, feeling the little ghoul kick inside him.

Phantom whines as his hips draw back before shooting forward, building into a frantic, needy pace that makes Mountain pant. That thick cockhead drags against his gummy walls, slamming into that sensitive spot in just the right way to make that knot in his taunt stomach begin to tighten rapidly.

The poor, needy Quint mewls as he feels Mountain clench, “So, so tight! Need…need more….wanna..feel” Placing a hand on that taught stomach, he pushes down until he feels his cock pistoning in and out, making the giant choke. “Lucifer below, Bug! Gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, to make me knot that pretty little cock and lock you inside me?” he pants out, long legs wrapping tightly around lean hips.

“Please da..mountain, wanna be stuck in you, wanna be knotted” Phantom babbles out, pleading with his big purple eyes, tail curling around his waist to rub that hard little t-dick. Moaning, the Earth ghoul sits up just enough to grip the Quint behind the head and yank him into a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth.

It only takes a few more well-aimed thrusts before Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull as the knot in his stomach bursts. Clamping down around Phantom’s cock like a vise, locking him in place just as he cums as well. Shooting rope after rope of hot cum into that needy cunt.

Shaking, Phantom drops exhausted into Mountain’s arms, mewling and clawing at the couch as he babbles about how tight it is, how it’s milking him, that it’s too much.

Meanwhile, Aurora bursts into giggles as she watches, “Aww, poor Tommy can’t handle it!” but no one else joins her, making her slowly stop. “You’re laughing now, little songbird, but that’s the standard reaction for anyone experiencing Mountain’s cunt for the first time,” Swiss warns her with a sing-songy voice, smirking at her.

Her mismatched iridescent eyes widened, “Wha..what do you mean, no way?!” her voice cracks slightly as Sunshine presses up behind her, her spent cock slotting against her soft hip, “Oh honey, that tight little hole will quite literally eat you alive, we call it her Penis Fly Trap.”

Poor Aurora feels like she might explode before she gets the chance to experience this god who is so close yet so far as she watches Mountain rub Phantom’s back and coo soft praise to him as they both calm down. “Just…just how intense are we talking?” she asks nervously.

All the ghouls in the room look at each other, “Think about his normal tightness and multiply it by 10.” Alpha smirks at the little ghoulette, making her shudder just imagining it. “I…I think I can handle it better; I’m not nearly as dramatic as Phantom,” she stutters, making the older ghouls laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to eat those words. It’s your turn now.” Zephyr nods to see Phantom sliding out of Mountain with a whimper, immediately collapsing beside him.

The giant sits up with a smirk as Aurora creeps forward. “Hello, little one, are you ready for your turn?” his deep voice made her shudder and thick cock kick between her thighs. Mountain licks his lips as he studies her.

While Phantom is by no means small, Aurora is certainly the bigger of the two. Her cock is at least 7 inches long and almost as thick as Aether, about the width of a beer can, with a pretty pink head that makes his mouth water. It would be such the perfect mouthful for him, imagining just cockwarming her in his throat until she's mewling. But he quickly shakes off the thoughts as she comes within reach.

Holding out a hand, “Why don’t you sit, songbird? No offense, but I’m not quite sure you’re tall enough to fuck me standing,” he teases as her small soft palm meets his.

Aurora’s cheeks flush as she lets him pull her to sit beside him, just for the giant to suddenly move to straddle her lap. Chest heaving, she stares up into those intense green eyes as he takes her cock in hand, “Deep breath, little daffodil, I’m not stopping until I’m done,” is the only warning she gets before Mountain sinks down on her cock with a debauched moan.

Eyes rolling back in her skull as she’s engulfed in tight, hot, gummy walls, Aurora lets out a high-pitched cry, hips stuttering up to try and follow as he lifts himself up. “What did we say, honey? Now enjoy the ride 'cause you just got yourself stuck,” Aether’s voice comes from somewhere she could care less from, focused solely on the tight cunt swallowing up her cunt with each bounce of the large ghoul in her lap.

Her little tits bounce as she grips those lean hips, “Aww sweetheart, did you talk a big game but are unable to keep up with it? Such a stupid little girl, why don’t you just sit there and let me use you like the pretty little toy you are” Mountain coos are he reaches down to stroke his cock in quick little movements.

Poor Aurora feels her brain melting out of her ears as she feels her balls begin to draw up, “Cl..close! Go..Gonna cum” she mewls as she feels the giant clench around her. “Go right ahead, sweetheart. But like I said, I won’t stop until I’m done.”

Aurora lets out a panicked noise as she feels him speed up even more, “Fuck, I’m gonna have to use you two more often, such perfect little toys,” Mountain groans; this is when she notices Phantom kneeling behind them just before his tongue runs from her balls all the way up Mountain’s slit.

The sensation of both Mountain’s cunt squeezing her cock and that filthy little tongue lapping at her is her ultimate downfall. T only takes two passes before she’s shooting deep inside that pretty cock. Squelching noises fill the den as cum begins to leak out that tight hole around her cock, but Phantom is quick to clean this up.

Unfortunately, Aurora realizes Mountain wasn’t kidding as he chuckles darkly, “Aww sweetheart, did you cum?” he coos as she begins to squirm under him, “I told you, I'm not stopping until I am done,” his voice dark as he pins her wrists to the couch when she tries to unsuccessfully shove him off to no avail.

“You know what you can say to stop this, but you won’t feel that pretty cunt cum around you,” Swiss teases from somewhere, but she can’t even hear him as blood pounds in her ears.

It’s all too much, the wet, silky walls squeezing her like a vice, the weight atop her, the hot tongue lapping at her balls. It all leads to her squirting again less than two minutes later.

The poor ghoulette squeals when she finally feels Mountain's cum; that already too-tight vice becomes even tighter, slick gushing around her when he squirts, moaning like a whore as he desperately rubs his clit until he's gushing a mess on Phantom’s face and Aurora’s lap.

Phantom laps desperately to try and catch every drop of cum he possibly can until Mountain is shaking with overstimulation.

There are whoops and hollers of excitement from around them from the ghouls as Mountain slumps onto the couch, curling his large body around Aurora’s tiny one.

Aether comes behind them a few minutes later, running a gentle hand up Mountain’s spine after pulling Phantom up to sit back on the couch. “Lucifer, dammit, Mount, I think you broke the poor thing,” he chuckles when he sees the ghoulette is crossed-eyed and drooling. To which the giant chuckles himself, “Well, I did warn her; she should’ve held it,” he hisses as he slowly lifts himself off, groaning as he collapses on the couch.

Chuckling while Sitting down, Aether pulls those thin but powerful thighs apart to inspect that swollen cunt, lips puffy and clit standing at attention as slick and cum drools from his hole. From behind him, Phantom whines.

Smirking, “Aww buggy, do you wanna clean Mounty out?” he asks Phantom, who nods. “Well, go ahead.” Aether pulls him by the back of the neck between those thighs as Mountain’s eyes widen.

That night, the giant broke in two new members of the pack and was thoroughly rewarded by Phantom’s mouth and the rest of the pack. Let’s just say that the poor giant couldn’t walk right for a week afterward

[soberscientistlife]

Saving this for me. Items possibly targeted for tariffs.

Saving this for me. Items possibly targeted for tariffs. • Bananas, Mangoes, and Pineapples (from Central and South America) • Avocados (from Mexico) • Citrus fruits like oranges and lemons (from Mexico and Spain) • Berries (e.g., strawberries, blueberries) (from Mexico, Chile) • Tomatoes, Bell Peppers, and Cucumbers (from Mexico and Canada) • Asparagus (from Peru and Mexico) Seafood (Fresh, Frozen, and Canned) • Fresh/Frozen Shrimp (from Thailand, India, Ecuador) • Salmon (from Norway, Chile) • Tilapia (from China) • Tuna (canned) (from Thailand, the Philippines) • Sardines (from Portugal, Morocco) • Mackerel (canned) (from Japan, Norway) Grains and Legumes • Rice (from Thailand, India, Vietnam) • Quinoa (from Peru and Bolivia) • Chickpeas and Lentils (from Canada, India) Nuts and Seeds • Cashews (from Vietnam and India) • Brazil Nuts (from Bolivia, Brazil) • Almonds (from Spain, Australia) • Chia Seeds (from Mexico and Argentina) Dairy Products • Cheese varieties like Parmesan, Gouda, Feta (from Italy, Netherlands, Greece) • Butter (from Ireland, New Zealand) • Yogurt (Greek-style from Greece, other varieties from Europe) Canned Foods and Packaged Items • Tomato paste and puree (from Italy) • Canned olives and olive oil (from Spain, Italy, Greece) • Canned coconut milk (from Thailand) • Canned beans (from Mexico, Central America) • Canned corn (from Canada, Brazil) • Canned anchovies and sardines (from Morocco, Portugal) • Canned fruit (e.g., pineapple, mango, peaches) (from Thailand, Philippines, Mexico) • Canned tuna and salmon (from Thailand, the Philippines, Chile) Spices and Herbs • Vanilla (from Madagascar) • Black Pepper (from Vietnam, India) • Cinnamon (from Sri Lanka) • Turmeric (from India) • Paprika (from Spain, Hungary) Beverages • Coffee beans (from Brazil, Colombia, Vietnam) • Tea leaves (from India, Sri Lanka, China) • Cocoa beans (from Côte d’Ivoire, Ghana) Oils and Fats • Olive oil (from Spain, Italy, Greece) • Coconut oil (from the Philippines, Indonesia) • Palm oil (from Malaysia, Indonesia) Alcoholic Beverages • Wine (from France, Italy, Chile, Spain) • Beer (particularly certain Mexican brands) • Whiskey and Scotch (from Scotland, Ireland) Sweeteners • Cane sugar (from Brazil, Mexico) • Maple syrup (from Canada) Condiments and Sauces • Soy sauce (from Japan, China) • Fish sauce (from Thailand, Vietnam) • Sriracha and other chili sauces (from Thailand) • Italian pasta sauces (canned/jarred) (from Italy)

[apolloendymion]

ok! i think tumblr ate my fucking apple cider recipe post. still, my autumn equinox tradition must carry on!

Apollo's Foolproof From-Scratch Apple Cider That Was So Good It Allegedly Landed Me A Boyfriend

you will need:

12 apples (the variety is up to you, i usually do half granny smith and half whatever's on sale plus a red delicious for garnishing)

10oz raisins

cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg, allspice, cardamom pods, any other warming spices u like (whole > ground) (follow ur heart on the amounts, it's like garlic just throw so much in there. just go wild)

1 orange

brown sugar (i don't have measurements but be prepared to use a LOT lmao, i always buy at least one 32oz bag. you'll be sweetening to taste.)

large pot with lid

potato masher (optional)

two large bowls/pots/receptacles to strain the cider into

fine mesh strainer

cheesecloth or coffee filters (optional)

apple corer or knife

citrus zester

slotted spoon or ladle

the steps:

1. scrub apples gently under hot water to remove grocery store wax coating. core apples making sure all seeds & stems are removed. add apples, raisins, and mulling spices to pot with enough water to fully cover ingredients, and bring to boil. reduce heat, cover, and simmer for 1 hour.

2. scrub orange to remove wax. zest and juice, avoiding the pith & seeds. use a potato masher or other utensil to lightly mash boiled apple mixture so every apple slice is at least partially broken up, then add the zest & juice to the pot. bring back to boil, reduce heat, cover, and simmer for another hour. then turn off the heat and allow mixture to cool.

3. place two mesh strainers over two bowls or pots (and cover each with a cheesecloth or coffee filters, if you have them). with a slotted spoon or ladle, remove as much of the solids from the pot as you can and place them in one strainer (the larger one, if they are different sizes) to drain, then press out as much liquid into the cheesecloth as possible.

4. pour the cider from the simmer pot into the second cheesecloth and press. combine the liquid from both bowls.

5. add brown sugar to taste

cooking tips:

the times listed above are bare minimums. once all the ingredients are in the pot (minus sugar!) you can simmer as long as you want, so long as someone's nearby to supervise.

always add any sweeteners after the cooking process. otherwise, they'll burn and make the whole thing bitter.

if it's too acidic, add baking soda or more spices. if it's not acidic enough, add lemon juice, additional orange juice, or apple cider vinegar.

variations:

add 12oz fresh cranberries to the first step

sub oranges for lemons or apple cider vinegar

sub brown sugar for straight molasses, maple syrup, or alternative sweetener of your choice (I'd imagine fig or other fruit-based sweeteners would work best)

report back to me if you try something new!! i want to hear how it turned out!

serving suggestions:

add three or four cinnamon imperials (red hots) to your mug, along with a dash of fireball whiskey if you're so inclined. i cannot stress enough how fucking amazing this tastes.

garnish with apple slices, orange slices, cinnamon sticks, and/or star anise

if you have dairy-free ice cream on hand, pour some cider over a scoop. you can use dairy ice cream, but it's more likely to curdle.

freeze some in an ice cube tray, then blend with some non-frozen cider for a slushie

ok I've never tried this, but i bet blending with pumpkin puree would slap. PLEASE tell me if you try it

this makes a metric fuckload of cider, which is very rich and can be watered down considerably (seriously). share with your friends and/or freeze some to last the season (or halve it, i guess, but that's no fun :P)

[hlficlibrary]

HL Fic Library 💕 Established Relationship

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

💕 We Are Only Just Beginning by @afirethatcannotdie {E, 129k}

In the dim light of a dorm kitchen, Harry Styles meets a boy who flips his life upside down. Three years later, he's a senior in college, ready to take on the world with the love of his life by his side. And then Louis Tomlinson admits he doesn't know what he wants to do after college after all, and Harry's world flips again, this time not so pleasantly. He can't imagine his life without Louis, but he's starting to worry he might have to.

A college AU featuring lots of domestic sappiness, waffles, tattoos, late nights and early mornings, and above all, Louis and Harry against the world.

💕 Been Together Since Way Back When by @alivingfire {E, 95k}

Louis Tomlinson is a law student with a simple but effective four step plan: 1. Finish law school. 2. Get hired somewhere awesome. 3. Marry his best friend and boyfriend of two years, Harry. 4. Live happily ever after.

Harry Styles doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, where he wants to go, who he wants to be, or if he even wants the college degree he's almost completed. All he does know is who he’ll be with forever, as long as Louis wants to keep him around.

Or: the painfully realistic college au where everyone's poor, lovesick, tired of school, terrified of the future, and still having the greatest times of their lives.

💕 Such Good Luck by @casuallyhl {E, 66k}

Louis smiles at Harry’s words, leaning into his touch. “Tell me again.”

Smiling, Harry takes Louis into his arms. Pressing gentle kisses to his face, Harry murmurs, “In six months’ time, I will have my twenty-fifth birthday. On that day, my portion of the inheritance will become legally mine. And I plan that very day to announce to my family that I have found love.” Harry chuckles as he runs his lips lightly along Louis’ cheekbone. “That, in fact, I found love when I was twenty-one years old, and that I have loved and been loved every day since.”

Or, an Edwardian AU where Harry is a young aristocratic lord and Louis is a working class dairy farmer. Secrets are a necessary part of their relationship, but Louis has one that could topple their whole world.

💕 Swallow My Words (series) by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf {T, 41k}

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry's lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he's not sure where he's going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

💕 yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter most) by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain {E, 40k}

Five times Oli was asked to do something that was outside of his job description, and the one time he didn't have to be asked.

💕 Lover Boy by @brightgolden {E, 27k}

“I’d love to meet your lover boy one day,” Lottie says suddenly as she pours Louis a whiskey on the rocks after their dinner.

OR Where Louis wants to tell everyone about his relationship with Harry, but his boyfriend clearly thinks otherwise.

💕 Spellbound by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {T, 22k}

Louis’ a shifter. Harry’s a witch. The only problem is, they’re hiding those things from each other.

Will they be able to keep their secrets hidden at the most spooky time of year?

💕 You Were Mine by @brightlyharry {E, 20k}

Harry and Louis hardly speak to each other unless they're fighting. Harry has ran out of ways to try to repair their broken marriage and Louis can't be bothered to even try. When the loneliness becomes too much, he joins a new social media app. It doesn't take him long to make a new friend on there that helps pull him out of his solitary hell. The more they talk, the more Harry finds comfort in his anonymous friend. He is smiling and laughing again for the first time in months.

He soon discovers that Louis is smiling again too, and it's not because of him.

💕 Dance Me (to the End of Love) by @phdmama {E, 19k}

You would think that it's a simple process - you meet, you fall in love, you get married. But when you add one lawyer and one overly-competitive high school teacher to that equation, it's no longer a straight line from beginning to end. Or the story of how a simple proposal becomes a competition where no one loses in the end.

💕 On Thin Ice by @neondiamond {E, 16k}

As the goaltender for one of the best hockey teams in the world, Harry never expected participating in his second winter Olympics would be so eventful. His hidden long-term relationship with the captain of their biggest rival team may have something to do with it.

💕 Another One For The Road by @reminiscingintherain {T, 15k,}

She looked up at Louis with a smile. "Congratulations Louis. You're pregnant." "Oh fuck," he said softly, before his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he promptly passed out.

Or the one where Louis' on tour when he finds out the hard way that men can get pregnant too....

💕 Wild As You by bluegreenish / @greenblueish {M, 9k}

As much as Harry had not been overjoyed at the prospect of leaving Minnesota behind and starting high school in rural central Nebraska, it had definitely changed his life in ways staying at his childhood home never would have. Within days he had found fellow students to sit with at lunch, within weeks he had considered them friends, within months he had learned to love Nebraska, and within four years, he had wildly fallen in love with Louis Tomlinson.

or, a story about how Harry figures out whether the ideal of a house with a white picket fence in the suburbs of a medium-sized city is what he wants, or whether Louis' sheep ranch is the home his heart really desires.

💕 caught up in your love affair by @disgruntledkittenface {NR, 8k}

“And the corgis took to you straightaway,” Harry remarks.

“That’s true,” Louis chuckles.

  “I’ve spent the last 29 years being barked at,” Harry deadpans, jerking his hand toward Louis, “this one walks in, absolutely nothing.”

 Louis outright giggles at that, saying, “They were just lying on my feet during tea.”

 “Wagging tails,” Harry says, shaking his head.

 “It’s because they don’t understand flirting,” Louis tells him, “you can’t charm them the way you do everyone else.”

Royal AU. Prince Harry announces his engagement to Louis Tomlinson in an interview with longtime friend and BBC host Nick Grimshaw. Inspired by Prince Harry and Meghan Markle.

💕 So Much Left to Say by myownspark / @myownsparknow {M, 7k}

Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send.

(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

💕 As one we are everything/We are everything we need by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992 {M, 5k}

Harry finally marries the love of his life. He's got the mating mark, he's got Louis' ring on his finger.

And now, he's on his honeymoon. Louis is but a door away, waiting for him.

Honestly, he doesn't understand why he's nervous.

💕 Tuca Tuca (ILikeYouILikeYouILikeYou) by @persephoneflouwers {E, 4k}

The San Francisco getaway AU, where Harry is needy and Louis has a flight to LA in a few hours.

💕 sensitive to pressure by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry {E, 4k}

Harry’s breath stutters on its way up his throat, his cheeks heating more with each step as Louis gets closer and Harry can’t move. Feet stuck to the carpet, heavy and unwilling, unable to shuffle away or take control, stuck in place and waiting.

💕 Gonna Dress You Up In My Love by @fallinglikethis {T, 3k}

Harry decides to take up knitting. He's horrible at it. Louis wears everything anyway.

💕 lying close to you by @nouies {NR, 2k}

Harry’s been living for twenty-five years but he’s only felt alive for the past two.

[annlillyjose]

Dairy Whiskey – Update 03

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hi again! after what seems to have been ages, your girl is back with yet another dairy whiskey update, the third of its kind.

if you ask me how the project is going, well, it’s been stagnant, but i’d just like to call it a marinating piece of literature. there’s about ten thousand words to go and i know exactly what to do, but it’s just not been working. i’m hoping that i can get back to working on it during camp in july.

but for now, here’s an earlier chapter from the draft which i’m posting for three reasons.

i love sharing my work with y’all

i’m desperate to find some means to get back into the book, so i’m going to rely on a tumblr update to dive into chapters i had finished two months back

any and all hype motivates me to write, so please be kind to me <3

i think that’s all. let’s go to the update!

excerpts and taglist under the cut.

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

TWs: this novel deals with themes of childhood and religious trauma, sexual, emotional, and substance abuse, mental health issues, self-harm, abortion, suicidal ideation, etc. so please be kind on yourself and read ahead only if you’re comfortable. while the excerpts i share may or may not touch on these, the themes are very prevalent. please be kind on yourself and read ahead only if you’re comfortable.

a lot of the plot is kept private for now because i intend on publishing this book, so please excuse the lack of context. i hope you can enjoy the prose, though.

chapter five – rose in the plain, lily in the valley

here’s the opening line, where we look into dinah’s childhood with her mother.

When I was a child with neat pigtails and crunchy, sequinned frocks, mother took us to the hills of Vagamon.

in the next excerpt, dinah, along with her mother and ephron, is at a textile shop in town to pick out an outfit for a wedding reception to come. dinah wants a skirt that twirls but she can't find any. this is the scene where she finds it.

When she emerged from the godown carrying a pile of five or six sets, I spotted a squash-orange. It was the only one I wanted to try on. “The orange one,” I told mother. She took it from the salesperson and she guided us to the trial room. Mother helped me into the skirt, beaded and jewelled at the edges. The blouse was sleeveless with a square neck and an open back, with a string looped criss-cross down and tied at the bottom. The front of the top was embroidered with orange jewels in the shape of flowers, leaves, and small doughnuts. “I love this,” I said. Mother smiled at me and helped me out of it. She handed it over to the salesperson and paid the bill at the counter. We went back home in another auto.

honestly, congrats girl! i was so happy for little dinah that i almost shed a tear or two writing this scene. but, as we all know by now, she can't have one good thing thanks to her family. the grandmother is displeased with the colour of the set because it, apparently, makes her look darker than she really is, and hence begins her insecurities with skin tone. thanks, grandma.

Grandmother held my chin in her palm and wiped my tears. “Oh, don’t cry, angel. It’s only the colour. You look darker, like a crow. If it had been some other colour, then maybe…” “Stop it!” mother shouted. “Don’t talk to her like that. My daughter can wear whatever she wants. She looks beautiful in this dress. She always does. Stop telling my daughter she is not pretty. Stop lying to her.” I had been crying more intensely now, tears wetting my school uniform. “She would have been so much more beautiful if she was fairer. I told you to give her saffron milk but you never listened to me. Because of your arrogance, your daughter will have to suffer.” “She’s the prettiest little girl I’ve seen,” mother said. Her voice cracked like a twig in her throat. She looked at me, and then at Ephron. She told him, “Go inside with your sister.”

and hence, he takes her to their room and they have a really sweet moment there, which i'm depriving you of because plot...

moving on, the next chapter begins with dinah remembering how ephron saved her from dying and how he had taken care of her all that while. and then, she says she's going out the next day (with austin, but she leaves that part out).

and this party is where i'm going to cut it off because, again, too much plot that i can't reveal. but, here's a heartwarming scene where dinah sees her mother as someone beautiful and feels better abut herself.

But it was on that day that I noticed – mother was darker than I was. She always had been. And she wore red and orange sarees through the house, with her oiled black hair and household sweat. And she looked beautiful. She had always looked beautiful. She had given me something so beaming and radiant – her skin. She had also given me her eyes. And her teeth and bones and eyelashes. She had given me the form I occupied, and when I looked at her, I saw where I came from. I saw where my body was heading and forgot about the squash-orange long skirt making my skin too dark. I saw mother and saw the house of my blood, the vessel that had carried it for years, and forgot about everything and wanted to dance. So, when the bride and groom got on the stage and began to dance to their choreographed dance routine, I grabbed Ephron by the arm and we danced at the back of the hall. He ran to the front, holding my hand, and twirled me around until I felt dizzy.

again, i shed a tear writing this. she was too innocent to have been broken like that. i'm sorry, pal. i'm sorry about all the trouble i gave / am giving you.

vignette five – vineyard secrets

in this episode, we discover something that had been too obvious to begin with – dinah is not straight. everybody please welcome veronica to the party.

here's the opening line:

Dinah remembers Veronica by her face – plump and glossy with a berry flush at all times, her skin the colour of almond milk.

if you're wondering who she is and where she's from, here you go.

She was her roommate at the hostel to which she had moved for higher secondary, hoping that she would go unnoticed like she had at boarding school. But Veronica, who had lived in the UK her whole life with a Malayali father and an Italian mother, had found her intriguing.

the day veronica moves into hostel, dinah had already been there for a week. she helps veronica, who insists on being called nic, settle in and shows her around. in the evening when she shows dinah pictures of her family, dinah gets sad and tells her about mariam. it was at this moment that they kiss.

yep, i'm not that cruel. i give her good times too.

Like lightning to the night, they had crashed and collided. The rumbling would come after. There would be no fire, no wounds, no burns. They would leave their secret to ripen between them, like a juicy orange – sweet and tangy. They would see each other until they left school two years later, and after that, their secret would be buried in the ground.

and here's the last line, mirroring the first.

Dinah remembers Veronica by her face, but also by her breath, laden with mint.

so, that's it for this update. hope you enjoyed reading my no-context-whatsoever excerpts. tell me what you've been up to, how writing's even going, what your plans are for camp in july, and how you are in general.

thank you for reading. i'll see you again in another update.

– ann.

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[acocktailmoment]

Aged Eggnog !

(makes about 24 servings)

12 egg yolks

18 oz. white sugar

36 oz. whole milk

24 oz. heavy cream

12 oz. aged Rum

12 oz. Cognac 

8 oz. Bourbon 

½ tsp. salt

Separate the eggs, and keep the whites to use somewhere else—like a merengue or your Whiskey Sour.

Using an immersion blender or mixer, beat the yolks with the sugar in a large mixing bowl until the mixture lightens in color.

Add dairy to a large bowl, then add the liquor and salt, then slowly beat in the egg mixture.

Pour into glass jar or bottle and store in the fridge indefinitely.

To serve, pour about 5 oz. into a small glass, and garnish with some freshly grated nutmeg.

bhofack2 Photography.

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[ironman-tonystark]

I'm hoping I can convince Morgan to leave whiskey with the cookies for Santa tonight because dairy really does not agree with me anymore.

[saywhatjessie]

Better Off as Lovers

Advent Calendar Day 13! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Hot Chocolate recipe | Best Friends | Little Hints Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie 2k[Ao3]

“Roy, can I–”

“No,” Roy barked, not turning from the stove.

“You don’t even know–”

“No.”

“I was only–”

“No.”

Roy heard Jamie sigh behind him, followed by the familiar sound of him pulling himself up to sit on the counter.

“Arse off the counter,” he said, still not turning around. Jamie did a mocking ‘arse of the counter’ but didn’t hop down. Roy didn’t really mind.

It was a comforting set up. Roy in the kitchen and Jamie near him – out of the way but well within bothering distance. Roy had prepared so many meals like this: breakfasts and dinners and even holiday feasts. No wonder Phoebe said they were best friends.

“You can’t be all pissy with me,” Jamie told Roy, shifting around on the counter. “You can’t be jealous because I liked Ted’s hot chocolate. You liked it, too.”

“Your praise was far too fucking effusive,” Roy insisted. “Made me feel sorry for you. You’ve never had real fucking hot chocolate.”

“I’ve had plenty hot chocolate!” Jamie insisted. “It’s five quid at the cafe!”

“They are robbing you for substandard beverages,” Roy insisted. “So I will be making you a real one, the way Grandad taught me, and you’ll feel so stupid.”

“Oh, so it’s not your honor you’re defendin’,” Jamie said, his socked feet kicking lightly back against the cabinets. “It’s grandads. You should have just said that.”

Roy growled and Jamie laughed.

Roy stirred the dark chocolate cocoa powder into the milk, waiting until the milk was brown and all clumps had dissolved before adding the cinnamon and sugar. 

“You start with dark chocolate,” Roy explained, like his grandad had explained to him. He turned to look at Jamie, to make sure he was listening. “Because you can always make it sweeter later, but the darker you start, the richer the flavor will be.”

Jamie hummed. “And grandad used unsweetened oat milk?”

Roy scowled. “Grandad used whole milk and then hogged the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. I’m being fucking considerate by minding my dairy intolerance.”

Jamie cackled gently, his eyes soft. “And I thank you for that. So what else did you put in?”

Roy looked back to the pot he was stirring. The softness in Jamie’s eyes was making him Feel. And he needed to focus on the hot chocolate. “Cinnamon and sugar,” he told him. “We’re making spiced hot chocolate but we still wanna taste the flavors in the chocolate.”

“Spiked hot chocolate?” Jamie said, sounding excited. “What, we adding whiskey? Rum?”

“No, you muppet,” Roy said, turning an exasperated look on Jamie’s excited face. “Spiced. Not spiked.”

Jamie pouted and Roy rolled his eyes. “I’ll make you a spiked one for Hanukkah.”

Jamie brightened again. Roy looked away.

“You gotta warm the milk up slow. Me and Ruth would always be moaning and crying by now, asking why it wasn’t done. Didn’t take nearly so long to make hot chocolate when Mum was doing it. Course, she was just putting the kettle on and adding fucking Lieber’s.”

“Oi, I’ve had that!” Jamie protested. “That’s good cocoa!”

“It’s fucking great,” Roy agreed. “But not as good as Grandad’s.”

Jamie hummed again, in allowance. They fell a little quiet, silent but for the sound of the stove, Jamie’s heels against the cabinets, and the rattle of the wooden spoon against the pot as Roy stirred.

“I think it’s real sweet you’re sharing this with me,” Jamie said. Roy turned to him to see if he was being shitty but he was just smiling in this weirdly earnest way. 

“What’s wrong with your face?” Roy asked him.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “It’s gratitude, you dusty old fart. I’m tryin’ to be sincere here.”

“Well it’s weird, stop trying so hard.”

Jamie huffed, curling his hands in the bottom of his hoodie. He glared at his dangling feet.

Roy growled, biting the inside of his cheek. “I appreciate,” he started, his voice more gravelly than usual. “Your gratitude.” He took a deep breath trying to unclench his jaw. He looked back at the pot – it was easier to talk that way. “This recipe is special. I’m glad you fucking get that.”

Jamie made a happy noise, leaning over to clap Roy on the shoulder.

Roy batted him off. “Not when I’m working with a hot stove!”

Jamie snickered but pulled away. HIs feet picked up their steady rhythm against the cabinets again.

Roy cleared his throat. “Now we check to see if the milk is up to temp.”

He stuck his finger in, yanking it back when he felt the heat.

Jamie yelped in surprise. ‘Whatchu do that for?! Don’t you have a thermometer?”

Roy shook his hand out, nodding at the milk. “Don’t need one. That worked. Milk’s hot enough.”

It felt like Jamie was gonna protest again but Roy opened one of the island drawers and pulled out a bag of gelt. “Can you start unwrapping these?”

Jamie startled a bit but immediately invested himself into the task of peeling all the gold foil off the chocolate coins.

Roy smiled at him while Jamie wasn’t looking and turned back to the pot, giving it another stir. “Don’t give me all of them,” he told Jamie. “We need some for the mugs later.”

Jamie grunted, completely locked in to unwrapping the gelt.

He handed each naked coin to Roy as they were revealed, and Roy dropped them in the pot, stirring steadily until they melted completely.

When it looked about right, Roy turned off the heat, adding a splash of vanilla attract and stirring to incorporate it. He took a spoonful to taste it and it was perfect. He cleared his throat to keep himself from tearing up. Just like Grandad.

“Can I taste?”

“Fuck no,” Roy said, scowling at Jamie. “You’ll try it when it’s dressed properly in a mug and not a second sooner.”

Jamie grumbled but Roy caught him smiling back. Roy buried his own smile in the cabinet as he fetched their mugs.

Jamie had his own. It wasn’t one he’d brought with him but one he always picked for himself from Roy’s collection. Roy wasn’t sure why. His mugs weren’t particularly exciting – they didn’t vary a whole lot and there was nothing really special about Jamie’s mug other than the fact it was Jamie’s mug. Jamie drank from this mug. So Roy grabbed it for his cocoa. 

He carefully poured the drink from the pot into two mugs, leaving half an inch on top. He grabbed his preferred mini marshmallows and gave them each a couple before returning to the fridge to grab the homemade whipped cream he made. If Jamie asked, this was leftover from Phoebe’s ice cream party the other day, but he’d actually made it fresh before Jamie had arrived. Fresh homemade whipped cream was just better.

When he had a solid island of whipped scream floating on the cocoa with the marshmallows, Roy gently laid an unwrapped chocolate coin on each, propping it on the mound so it was a little up and wouldn’t sink.

The sound of a phone camera sounded from behind Roy and he turned to see Jamie, off the camera with his phone held up.

Roy pointed at him, angrily. “Don’t you fucking post that!”

“Wouldn’t!” Jamie said, holding up his hands. “Swear down! This one’s just for me.”

Roy grunted, crossing his arms, uncomfortably.

Jamie smiled, hopefully. “Can I take a picture of the mugs, though? To post? You’ve made them so pretty.”

Roy grunted again, but stepped aside. He was a little proud of how nice the cocoa’s looked. “Be fast,” Roy told him. “That chocolate’s gonna melt the whipped cream fast.”

Jamie shot him a wink, lowering down to catch the mugs at a bunch of different angles.

Roy cut him off after a dozen shots, pushing him away and snatching up his own mug,

“Alright, alright, it’s time for your worldview to be forever fucking changed.”

Jamie grinned, putting his phone away and carefully bringing his mug up to his mouth.

Roy wondered if he should bring his own phone out. To capture Jamie’s first taste of Grandad’s cocoa. But he was afraid that would reveal too much. Be too intimate. It’s one thing for Jamie to whip his phone out and take a picture, but Roy only took pictures of Phoebe. And of his sister. And of Jamie but only very secretly,

No, it’ll be just as good just watching Jamie. He can remember Jamie’s face just as well as his phone camera.

Roy waited, his mug hovering in front of his face, as he watched Jamie. Jamie blew gently over the cocoa, pushing the island of whipped cream around with his breath. When he judged it to be sufficiently cool, he brought it up and took a sip.

And Roy got to watch his eyes gently close in rapture, his tongue flicking out to catch stray drips on his mouth. He felt the rumble of Jamie’s groan of satisfaction in his bones, the soft and sweet sigh making his arm hair stand on end.

Yeah, a camera wouldn’t capture this.

Roy looked away, to his own mug, and took a sip. It was perfect, just like he’d thought. The marshmallows, the whipped cream, the melty gelt right on the top of the tongue. It cracked through him with a million memories and the sudden awareness that he was here. Now. With Jamie. And this hot chocolate. And this was another important memory being made in real time.

He looked back at Jamie. If he was making a memory now, he wanted most of the memory to have Jamie in it,

Jamie cupped his mug in both hands, held close to his chest as he curled around it, his weight resting on the counter. He was looking back up at Roy, his eyes full of wonder.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Jamie said on a laugh. “Ted’s hot chocolate was shit compared to this.”

Roy grunted in approval, taking another sip of his chocolate. the burn of the cinnamon piled on the burn in his heart but not in a bad way. In a kind of dangerous way.

“These marshmallows kosher?” Jamie asked, poking one around the chocolate with his finger.”

Roy snorted. “Of course they are. Grandad would never forgive me otherwise.”

Jamie nodded, smiling gently into his mug.

If Jamie didn’t stop looking so soft and sweet, Roy might have to do something drastic.

“Thank you,” Jamie said, his big puppy eyes peering up at Roy. “Again. For wanting me to have this.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Roy growled, leaving his mug on the counter and taking Jamie’s out of his hand.

“Wha–”

But then Roy was kissing him, Jamie’s mug next to his on the counter and his hands cupping Jamie’s jaw.

Jamie gave as good as he got, his arms coming up under Roy’s and reaching at his hair, pulling hard enough that Roy growled.

“Fucking finally,” Jamie growled back, biting at Roy’s lips. “Was thinking there were was no limit to hints I could drop before you fucking did something.”

Roy didn’t let him keep talking, thoroughly claiming his mouth, trying to make him forget any other words he could possibly say.

Roy could taste the chocolate on Jamie’s tongue, the marshmallows melting over his teeth. He did that. He gave Jamie something good. He would keep giving Jamie something good. Jamie was his best friend and he was done pretending like he didn’t want to take care of Jamie always and forever and keep giving him nice things.

Take that, Ted Lasso, Roy’s hot chocolate was better.

That thought was just weird enough it made Roy pull away. Because. What?

Jamie’s lips were puffy, his eyes totally unfocused as he looked back at Roy.

Roy felt very smug at this. Jamie had forgotten all his words. Mission accomplished.

Except maybe not totally. Jamie looked up at Roy, his hands still moving over Roy’s back and said. “We should finish our cocoa before it gets cold.”

Roy barked a surprised laugh, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Jamie’s. “Yeah,” he agreed. “yeah we should.”

So Roy grabbed both their mugs and brought them into the sitting room so they could cuddle up on the couch together and drink their hot chocolates.

And when they were done with their drinks, Roy could taste it all over again straight from Jamie’s mouth.

[may-be-a-plant]

So since we've all decided Zeb is a Giant Space Cat, I also personally headcanon that things that are toxic to cats are also a problem for Zeb.

Chocolate: can only have white chocolate as it contains no cocoa powder.

Caffeine: maybe he only needs a very small amount, any more than like half a cup of caf makes him sick.

Grapes and Raisins: Literally would put him in the hospital, do not consume. (Kidney failure)

Milk and Dairy: Adult cats become lactose intolerant.

Garlic, Onion, Chive (Alliums): Also would put him in the hospital (breaks down red blood cells/anemia)

Uncooked potato/tomato: makes his stomach hurt really bad (gastrointestinal distress)

Alcohol: So apparently just 2 teaspoons of whiskey can put a 5 pound cat in the hospital, im gonna say Zeb is actually suprisingly a lightweight for alcohol, barely needs any to get insanely drunk.

Citrus fruits (lemon, orange, lime, etc.): Makes his stomach hurt. Also cats typically hate citrus smells, i imagine the smell of citrus makes him gag.

Tree nuts: macadamia are SUPER no go, any other tree nuts causes stomach pain.

Artificial Sweetner: hospital (liver failure)

Sushi: (can have a tiny bit) TOO much raw fish can actually cause convulsions!!

Too much animal fat: stomach ache

Avocado: (high fat content) stomach ache

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What he CAN eat!!!

Any alcohol (in small quantities) that doesnt contain yeast!! (Distilled beverages) this includes brandy, gin, rum, tequila, vodka and whiskey

Cooked meats

Boiled/scrambled eggs

Peeled cucumber

Jogan/Meiloorun fruit

Waffles/ other batter based foods

Brocolli

Peas

Carrots

Bananas

Blueberries

Watermelon

Apple

Rice

Oatmeal

Spinach

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Lemme know your thoughts on this!

[mybrainismelted]

✨weekly tag wednesday✨

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thanks for the tag and for the game this week @deedala and @energievie for the tag!

5 questions + 1 emoji:

do you like cooking and/or baking? ok, so.... sometimes. I actually do enjoy it, especially baking, but what I hate is the cleanup afterwards. So if you wanna come hang out and promise to clean up the mess I'll make, I'm happy to bake something for you.

what is your favorite dish to make at home? probably something like chili or stew that I can just throw everything in the pot and wait.

is there a seasonal (whatever season it is for you right now) food that you often make this time of year? cookies. How many and what kind varies from year to year, but shortbread is always on the list. Also I'm responsible for the stuffing and cranberry sauce for the family dinner.

is there a particular drink you like during this season? eggnog, but only the good stuff from a specific local dairy. Also anything that I can put the amazing christmas spiced cream whiskey that I buy from a semi-local distillery is amazing (hey, did you know that it goes great in eggnog?)

are there any regional dishes that are popular in your area this time of year? if so is it a 👍 or 👎 for you? maple taffy! it comes out both at this time of year and in March-ish when the sap is flowing and there is still some snow. Basically think hot maple syrup poured over snow so it crystallizes. tags under the cut

@blue-disco-lights, @gallapiech, @spacerockwriting, @michellemisfit, @suzy-queued

@palepinkgoat, @crossmydna, @too-schoolforcool, @stocious, @creepkinginc

@kiennilove, @heymrspatel, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @lingy910y, @francesrose3

@softmick, @atthedugouts, @nymacron, @guinguin1984, @deathclassic

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S02E10 - The French Connection

The episode from which I found out that there are some islands close to Canada that belong to France somehow. And apparently now there's also a crime show set in those islands?

From Wikipedia: Saint-Pierre is a Canadian police procedural television series, slated to premiere in the 2024–25 season on CBC Television. The series stars Alan Hawco as Donny "Fitz" Fitzpatrick, a police officer with the Royal Newfoundland Constabulary; after one of his investigations gets uncomfortably close to the corruption of a powerful local politician, he is exiled to the French territory of Saint-Pierre and Miquelon, where he partners with local police officer Geneviève "Arch" Archambault (Joséphine Jobert) to to solve local crimes.

Now, wait a second. That's about half the plot of this Hudson and Rex episode!

Anyway, on to the episode.

A girl carrying baguettes on a bicycle???

"I hope he's not some pretentious Godard-quoting chain smoker." Just once, look around before you speak.

I got you now, mister Black Coffee. That's more milk than what I put in my latte.

We've already established some of the most popular stereotypes for French and Canadian people. Valerie is already snobbish and Charlie has already apologized once.

While on duty?

Oh my god his face when the dude spits out the gin in the spit bucket lmao

I like many kinds of drinks but I admit that gin leaves me uninterested. I don't know what it is about it.

Well, hello there, Aaron Ashmore, twin brother of Shawn Ashmore. For anyone who doesn't know, this not the guy who's on The Rookie, but he is the guy who was on Killjoys, with Mayko Nguyen.

People keep handing Valerie drinks and Charlie keeps saying "we're on duty". Just give up.

Why does he look so happy to be digging through trash???

Claire just said that there's no law against lying to the police. What?

Valerie, when you doubt Charlie, it's funny. When you doubt Sarah and Rex, you sound like a twat.

Well, don't sound so proud about it.

"You're more comfortable with dogs than people". Probably, but that's because people are often twats.

Charlie's face is pure comedy in this episode. So funny.

Sarah gets to go undercover AND drink gin. Well, if we call that drinking.

She says "you guys" but only looks at Charlie. You're not even subtle.

Charlie: Oh, hell to the no. This is a trap.

Valerie is not wrong here. That's gross, not to mention unsanitary. He'd put so much milk in it that it must have gone bad by now. And judging by his reaction when he takes a sip, it probably has. Never drink coffee with dairy that's been left out for more than two hours, folks.

I only wish I could capture the following scene with Sarah and Jesse competing on who's going to deliver the new evidence that they have found out. But I think Sarah's "I'll fucking murder that twink" face is very telling.

Now, cognac, I like. Although, according to google, the most expensive cognac is Henri IV, not V. I'm sure they've written that intentionally. The real cognac is worth up to 2 million dollars, by the way. People are crazy.

Charlie does not understand any of this and to be honest, neither am I. Any bottle of wine that costs more than 20 Euros is a scam. Any clear alcohol like whiskey, gin, rum, vodka, that costs more than 50 Euros is also a scam.

"No CCTV cameras anywhere. You might say that it's the perfect place for murder". I don't remember a lot of cases outdoors that were solved by watching CCTV cameras either way. Which makes sense. I mean, how many CCTV cameras does a city like St. John's need?

This is such a funny episode, really.

We must do this at least once in any Rex adaptation. I bet it's in the contracts lol

Joe: *counts* One [Valerie], two [Charlie], *skips Jesse* three of you [Rex] are going on a trip. lol poor Jesse.

*tries to speak French and gets guns pointed at him* Come on, it wasn't that bad, was it? (Yes, I'd have put that line in there if I could.)

That's why he'll move soon!

The chase scene was good too.

Ugh, Valerie has her finger on the trigger. No.

Joe: "Can anyone explain to me why I was asked to comp a 300 dollar cognac bill?" Justice isn't cheap, Superintendent. Although for that many bottles... I mean, I can't find cognac that cheap here.

We had whiskey glasses in S1, what the hell happened?

Well, I enjoyed that. I didn't remember it was such a funny episode. And I maxed out the image limit again.