#hope ruth sees this

[cutestkilla]

Tea for (more than) Two

So, in a delightful turn of events, I recently got together with some pals who are also TOTALLY NORMAL about Carry On. And we did our best to replicate afternoon tea at Lady Ruth’s house. And I thought it would be kinda fun to share the results (and some recipes, which are at the end under the cut). So, here they are, featuring:

Scones! (Sour cherry, ofc.)

Cake! (Chocolate with Chocolate-Orange Buttercream featuring a super respectful remembrance, Lemon Drizzle, and Classic Victoria Sandwich.)

Lavender Earl Grey shortbread cookies!

Finger sandwiches! (Egg & cress, Lemon and prawn, Caprese on focaccia, and Coronation chicken - all on freshly baked bread.)

A selection of teas! (Including Simon's Sour Cherry looseleaf blend, Simon Snow Tea, some proper English Breakfast, and of course Earl Grey.)

A giant slab of butter! (Fancy butter.)

A basil plant!

A crucible!

A sword through the table!

Special cameos by a Watford goat (wings hidden) and Prof. Minos (tiny fluffy edition)!

Sadly, no tea trolley, but we did our best to provide glamorous staging anyway.

It was pretty much the best, guys! Highly recommend. Recipes (including dairy-free versions for many treats) below the cut.

Chocolate cake with chocolate-orange buttercream (dairy-free)

Using this recipe for the cake, and this one for the frosting (instructions at the end for a chocolate variant). A hot tip is to use egg whites instead of aquafaba (they whip up much faster) and of course to add orange zest, per AWTWB ch 89.

Lemon Drizzle Cake (dairy-free)

Using this recipe, using vegan butter and replacing the self-raising flour with some flour/baking powder/salt ratio from the internet. Garnish with Kellogg's ICEE Cereal or any other weird cereal you saw at the store and couldn't resist trying, for a little visual flair.

Classic Victoria Sandwich (dairy-free)

Using this recipe, substituting butter with vegan butter, milk with a non-dairy milk alternative (ideally soy but in this case oat milk was used), and replacing the self-raising flour with the same flour/baking powder/salt ratio from the internet as above. Regular old granulated sugar can be used in place of caster sugar. Garnished this with some black raspberries, but any attractive fruit (or weird cereal) could be used.

Sour Cherry Scones

This recipe from the Joy of Cooking does the trick! Use the GOOD butter.

Lavender Earl Grey Shortbread Cookies

You can find the recipe here

Overnight Focaccia Bread

Lemon and Prawn Sandwiches

This recipe came from @cookingmywaythroughcarryon and there are tons more there for tea party inspiration, including alternate versions of some of the above, so definitely check it out!

[petit-papillion]

The comments on Charles's ice cream post...

[ennaih]

Not Every Film I Watch In 2024

12. Good Grief (2023)

[fandom-geek]

vaguely fascinated by osana sov's naming choices. she chose for her daughter a name that can mean "bitter (strength)" or "lady" in two ancient languages (hebrew and aramaic) and for her son a name that means "old friend" in another ancient language (old english)

like every other golden age character has a name that's pretty normal by our standards, which tbh includes mara, then osana just names her other kid uldwyn. then again, even osana's name is either a variant of the hebrew hosanna or after an obscure and possibly fictitious old english princess-saint whose name means something along the lines of "godly solitude", so i suppose mara might be considered the odd one out

[kazuaru]

On repeat - @elderwisp oc tag

Here's most of my oc's & their current fav song.

x|x|x x|x|x x|x|x

[wolvies-claws]

hi tumblr!!! i present to you: my Chasity family headcanons!

Plus a little storyline

Feat. Holy Bastard, HaloGear, and my own personal rairpair Holy Detective (Karen/Shapiro)

Mark and Karen are both queer! They both grew up in very homophobic households, and have been best friends since they were little. They started publicly dating in highschool to get people to piss off about them, and when they turned 20 and Mark proposed. They were both out to each other, and out to Ted and Paul, but Ted and Paul had promised not to say anything.

Well, they hit 22-25ish and their parents started pressuring for a kid, and they had both always wanted kids but they knew that they weren't gonna have a kid together sexually, so they adopted Grace when she was around 5-8. She had a LOT of religious trauma through her bio parents, and Mark and Karen did their best to help that, but they were still also religious and Mark was the youth pastor of Hatchetfield First Baptist, so her religious trauma never really went away.

In senior year Grace started to develop a crush on Ruth when she started hanging out with the nerds + Steph more, and she was very, very upset about it. Internal homophobia, yk?

She comes home frustrated and upset about her new crush on Ruth, and bee-lines for her mom's room for some support.. And she finds her mom laying in bed cuddling Shapiro. She gets very upset, both about her mom cheating on her dad, AND the fact that her mom is with a WOMAN. So then she storms to Mark's room and finds Mark with Ted... Totally fuckin' making out.

And to be fair I'd be pretty furious too if I found out about all this in the span of like half an hour.

Well over the next few months, after having quite a few long talks with her parents about what a lavender marriage is, the fact that they're queer, the fact that they support her over liking Ruth, the fact that she even has a crush on Ruth.. She still has some issues with internal homophobia but, she also sort of starts to accept herself and starts dating Ruth :3

My own little note for Shapiro btw is that she was born and raised in Hatchetfield but as soon as she turned 18, she got the fuck out of there and moved to Chicago. She became a detective during that time, like she had wanted to throughout highschool, but she moved back to Hatchetfield after not being able to handle all the cases being thrown at her. Her and Karen met again at Beanie's and started talking, catching up, and Karen invited her on a date. <3

[tragicotps]

Ruth Wilson & Andrew Scott acting together in "The Second Woman" at the Young Vic theatre (2023) [All credit for this video goes to x]

[cadrenebula]

I think I need a little social media break. Plus I have vacation the 12th thru the 20th to start preparing for. I'll still likely be on game on various characters doing the mog tomes.

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Two Into One Will Go (2.9, LWT, 1972)

"Randall's our man. I know: don't jump to conclusions, don't make guesses; but if you'd seen him this morning, you'd have known. So cocksure, so convinced that nothing can touch him, that he's got everything covered. He invited us to try and nail him. That's just what I intend to do."

[lovecolibri]

WIP Wednesday

Coming in late, but I tagged by the lovely @elvensorceress and couldn't just NOT do something! Thank you! I wasn't sure I was going to keep this, since I hadn't set the timeline yet, but I think I will. So enjoy this little unedited side story moment I just wrote from Countdowns about Maddie coming to LA.

*Meanwhile, at a diner somewhere in the desert Southwest*

“Wait, can you turn that up? Please?” the woman at the counter asks. She’d been polite but quiet and touch skittish. Louise knew the type and gave Rocko at the grill a heads up to keep an eye out for trouble. It wouldn’t be the first, or sadly the last time a scared woman on the run was lured into the warmth of the diner near the bus stop, but that’s why Louise was here. Ol’ Mitch had been there when she’d needed a safe place for a meal, and now her and Rocko got to be the safe place for everyone else. They were ready for trouble if it came calling.

The woman is leaning forward, straining to see the story on the TV perched high in the corner of the room. Apparently some kind of bomb at a NASA rover demonstration was all it took to remove the skittish fear from the woman’s face and replace it with horror and an almost motherly concern.

Louise turns the TV up just as the camera zooms in closer on the young man with his leg trapped beneath the rover. The camera may not be close, and may be more focused on someone in what looks to be a bomb vest, but the yell the kid lets out as he tries to move still manages to come through, faint but clear. The woman gasps with her hand over her mouth and her eyes glassy with tears.

“He’s all alone,” is the first thing she says. Followed quickly by “Crush injuries are really tricky, he doesn’t-he doesn’t have much time, they need to get him out of there.”

Louise looks her over, then narrows her eyes at the screen and the hurt young man, knowing full well the bus that comes through has a route out of LA.

“Girl,” she says, gently, but firmly. “If he’s alright leaving marks like that on anyone,” gesturing to the woman’s wrist that had crept free from her jacket sleeves in her distress and distraction, “then maybe he deserves to get a foot crushed under a hunk of metal. No need to go running back for that.”

The woman’s head snaps over to Louise before she glances down and tugs her sleeve back into place. “No, that’s not-he’s-,” she sighs, looking worriedly back at the TV and chewing her lip while listening to the news anchor’s report and the repeat of what little information is available. “That’s my little brother,” she finally whispers, looking heartbroken. “That’s not who I was running from, it’s who I was running to.”

Ahhhh. The lightbulb clicks for Louise and she makes a soothing noise before going to grab a mug and murmur something to Rocko, returning with a steaming cup of lemon tea to place in front of the woman who takes it with a grateful smile, wrapping her hands around the cup to feel the warmth.

The diner is mostly empty so they sit together and watch the news unfold, the woman, Maddie as she introduced herself, wiping away tears when the bomber was disarmed and people swarmed to her brother, one woman kneeling next to him and holding his hand for comfort. Louise had to hand her a tissue when the small group of men around the rover couldn’t get it to budge and the kid, Evan, Maddie called him, screamed at the minute shifts in the weight pressing on him. She had to grab them both tissues when suddenly a barricade was moved and bystanders poured in to help, managing to lift the rover enough for the paramedics to slide the kid free and bundle him into an ambulance.

It's not until the camera follows the ambulance pulling away that Maddie looks around as if waking from a dream. “I-I need to go, I need to see when the next bus is coming, I have to get to LA as soon as possible,” she says as she starts to gather her things.

Rocko, with impeccable timing as always, pokes his head through the service window along with a pair of steaming breakfast specials. “Order up, and ride has arrived!” He shouts, just as a tall, broad woman walks through the door with a jingle of the bells overhead.

“I heard someone needed to get to LA in a hurry?” the woman calls out.

Maddie looks up, startled, and then turns to Louise. Louise just grabs the plats setting one in front of the new woman and the other in front of Maddie with a shrug. “Figured you might be anxious to get to your brother after all that, so I had Rocko get on the CB and see who was available.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly-“ Maddie starts to object but Louise waves her off.

“Lots of lost, scared women come through these bus stops out here. And Ruth,” she says, gesturing to the new woman who gives Maddie a nod before shoveling another giant bite of eggs and hashbrown into her mouth, “is a good friend with a big truck, a lead foot, and route directly to LA.”

“I-I don’t know what to say,” Maddie replies and Louise just smiles and pushes the plate closer.

“Nothing to say, darlin’. Now eat up so you’ll be ready to hit the road and take care of that brother of yours.”

“Yes ma’am,” Maddie replies with a tired and strained but genuine smile. Louise nods at her one last time and walks off to make her coffee rounds for the few other patrons, stopping to tap the St. Christopher medal by the register and offer up a prayer for Maddie and Ruth, and for the young man hundreds of miles away being rushed through LA traffic to the hospital.

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

ALEX KISTER CONFIRMED MANDELA CATALOGUE VOL5 IS TAKING PLACE IN 1992 DOES THAT MEAN WE GET MORE CLUES ABOUT MARK AND CESAR????

[zeromorph]

last year my parents’ part of Texas barely got any acorns this time of year, so it didn’t occur to me to even go looking this year until I passed a tree yesterday that still had a bunch still on the branches. went over to my usual spot today--it must be a late year or a mast year or both, even after discarding all the ones with cracks and weevil holes and sprouts (!) I got a solid collection and most of them even passed the float test \o/

[imperaptorfuriosa]

i think i have pink eye 😎🫡

[strangelittlestories]

It is a little known fact that angels cannot step foot in hell.

Note: this does not mean that angels *don’t* enter the burning depths, only that they cannot touch the floor. You see, the fires that rage below are not regular fire. They do not consume fuel and oxygen and spit out heat. Instead, they chew on reality and drink down order, and the flames that lick up at you are made of chaos-filled void.

This is antithetical to the very substance of angels. If it touches them, at *best* the angels will be spat out as they are forcibly reminded that *they don’t go here*.

At medium, they will be unmade.

At worst, they will be *changed*.

You might think they could avoid this by simply flying through the pit, right? Oh, would that it were so simple. Remember the flames that burn up reality? Hell is an alchemical reaction of exploding space and logic and time and souls. You try flying through a place that is not a place, where up and down can hardly agree on which is which for more than an instant.

But there is a way around this. It was originally discovered by the guardian angel Cambiel. You see, under Cambiel’s protection was a woman named Ruth. Ruth was a shining light who Cambiel cared for greatly.

Ruth, in turn, had a woman she cared for very much. And, sadly, a demon had stolen Ruth’s love away from her.

“Do not follow her,” warned Cambiel, “for if you follow your heart through the gates of perdition, I cannot go with you.”

“Sorry, babe,” replied Ruth, “but I am *very* gay and *very* romantic and that has made me reckless.”

And Cambiel nodded sadly, for all of this was true and good.

But as Ruth walked the lonely, tortured path into the underworld, an idea occurred to Cambiel.

Sure, they couldn’t walk or fly into hell, but maybe they could *ride* there.

Now, a fully grown horse could not hope to navigate the depths beneath the world, for their sense of self-preservation was too strong. An adult horse would flee from the screams of imploding souls and the winding geometry of impossibly winding roads.

But a young horse? With a child’s innocence, with bright young eyes, who had not yet been tricked into believing in its mortality?

That was a mount that could bear an angel (who was, after all, light enough to dance on the head of a pin) into the fearful caverns of the beyond. Honestly, the little horse seemed weirdly enthused about the whole thing. 

And so did Cambiel guide a pair of reckless and romantic (and useless) lesbians out of hell.

When the pair thanked the angel, all they said was this:

“Don’t thank me, thank the little horse. It turns out … foals rush in where angels fear to tread.”

[novvabee]

Hi,

Could you do a romantic poly!marauder (without peter) x reader where they are in a established relationship and maybe James (I just imagine it coming for him) having baby fever and dropping hint at it to make the others want to a start a family ?

omg! I totally can see James wanting a family like straight away, but the others are kind of hesitant. Hope this fits your vision ❤️

Oh baby, baby fever

summary: james wants a baby

cw: suggestive? talk about starting a family

James had been more needy and cuddly in the past couple of days. He was holding you closer, tighter to his chest in the mornings, being incredibly sweet. And this is James we’re talking about. He normally treated you like royalty, but he had somehow stepped it up after spending the day at work with you.

You had been a nanny for a family for about a year now, and you were loving the job. The family was so kind and generous, and they often felt like an extension of your own family. The children were no different. They were the sweetest kids with the most patience and understanding that you had ever seen in a child. There was a boy, Liam, who was 5, and a little girl named Ruth, 4. They were the reason you loved your job, getting to see them and care for them was the best job you could have ever asked for.

Two days ago, you had planned a trip to the zoo for the two, and were so excited to spend the whole day with them. James, who had the day off, offered to come with. He argued that it would be better to have two adult sets of eyes to watch over the children, safer, and you agreed. You didn’t know how the children would take it at first, him being a stranger, but just like everyone else seemed to, they took to him instantly.

Liam was so happy to have a boy to rough around with (though james was about 3 and a half feet teller and much, much stronger) and Ruth seemed to develop a bit of a crush, having James tie her pink sparkly shoes, hold his hand to cross the street, listen to her jokes and animal facts she had learned, and hold her favorite stuffed animal when she got tired of holding it herself.

James never once complained. He played and laughed with the kids, he carried both, one in each arm, whenever they asked, he bought them each a toy from the gift shop with his own money when they asked. He was doing amazing.

There was a different side to James that you saw. You were used to the kindness and warmth of him, but this was different. He was so gentle with them, it came so easy to him. You noted the moments he would get down to their level to hear them properly, to make sure they felt heard even though they were mostly talking nonsense or silly kid things. He lifted them up to see the animals without them having to ask, he just knew they wouldn’t be about to see over the fence. He made sure they had water and snacks whenever they wanted them.

It took a lot of pressure and stress off of you, put some ideas into your head… you thought that he would make a great dad.

And it seems, James had the same thoughts. The next day he dropped his first hint. All four of you and your boys were lounging about on the couch and watching movies. The day was quite glum out and you all wanted to curl up and use each other for warmth. You were curled into Remus’s side, James laying on you, his head on your chest and body between your legs, Sirius’s head in Remus’s lap. You were a big puddle of happiness. While watching a particularly boring part of the movie, James began running his hands along your sides, under your shirt. You didn’t mind, his hands were always so warm and soft. It gave you goosebumps in the best way. He moved his hands from your sides to your stomach, right under your belly button. He was dragging his fingers along your bare skin before looking at your stomach and kissing it. He laid his head back down and watched the move like nothing, continuing to rub your sides, but you knew what he was after. You knew what he was thinking and why. 

The next hint was dropped while you were all in the kitchen. Remus finishing cooking dinner for you, and the three of you waiting patiently at the table. You had somehow stumbled into the conversation of which teachers you had crushes on when you were younger. 

“Oh come on, Minnie had that authoritative thing going for her.” Sirius confidently announced over the noise of the kitchen.

“McGonagall? Sirius, what is wrong with you?” Remus looked over from the stove, baffled. You giggled and went to stick up for Sirius.

“I don't know,” you joked “She had sort of a milf vibe don't you think?”

The boys all laughed. James replied with a smirk from across the table“You’d know all about that Y/N, wouldn’t you?”

You tilted your head at him and furrowed your brows but chuckled “What do you mean Jamesie?”

“I just mean,” he starts, Remus serving you and Sirius both plates, “It takes one to know one.”

You all started laughing heartily at his comment.

“James mate, I think she’s lacking the main component for that.” Sirius teased.

“What do you mean?” James asked.

“She's not a mother.” 

“She could be,” James said slyly, a smirk cutting across his face.

“Woah woah” Remus said at the same time Sirius laughed a “What are you planning Potter?” you just laughed, you knew exactly what he was getting at. You were letting him have his fun before the seriousness sets in, before that very real, very important discussion happens. 

The next hint was dropped during game night. You had all decided to play a few games like Overcooked and Mario Party. It was quite a fun night full of swearing and playful anger. It was a good outlet to yell at each other without it being serious or mean in any way. A great way to let out all of your competitive energy. You were playing a round of Mario Party and losing, bad. Every mini game the boys seemed to team up on you. “Fuck me!” you let out.

James took this as his sign to slide in behind you and wrap his arms around you “You know that can be arranged, love.” he drawled, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. 

Remus and Sirius shared a look. “What’s gotten into him?” Sirius asked.

“He wants to have a baby.” you explained. You weren’t sure how the other boys hadn’t picked up on it. It wasn’t exactly something that  you had all talked about yet, you just liked being together, the four of you, having fun and sharing a life with each other. You weren't sure about… a baby. 

The whole room turned attention to James, who seemed to have turned shy. “I just-,” he started, “I think that… Y/N would make a wonderful mother, and I think I would be a pretty good dad? And I love children, I want one. I’m not saying, I mean, I-I don’t know…” He finished, unconfident and a little deterred.

You sighed, sitting up and readjusting to sit in his lap, facing him. “Jamie baby,” You said, taking his face in your hands, “look, you would be an amazing dad, the best dad in the world. But honey, I don’t think we are all ready for that right now.” you looked over to Sirius and Remus for agreement, they nodded and encouraged you to keep going. “James, we’re still really young. And I know you had a lot of fun with the kids I nanny, but that is different. Those are someone else's kids. Kids that we can have fun with and do fun things with them and then send them on their way back home where they scream and cry and throw tantrums. They aren’t always so perfect. And you’ve never had to change their diapers or deal with them when they're sick and when they are inconsolable. It was fun, but there is a whole other side to parenting, a hard and serious one.” Sirius opened his mouth to make a comment at that but Remus nudged him in the ribs and shook his head. “So baby, I am not saying no. But I am saying not right now. Is that understandable?” you asked.

James looked at you and nodded, you could tell he knew it wasn't the right time, but deep down that is something he wants. You kissed his cheek to try and cheer him up a bit, you know he would need a little bit to be sad, but that he would inevitably come around.

Remus, noticing that James was still upset, came up with a proposition. “How about we work our way up? We start small and then see where we are after. What if we get a cat or a dog?” He suggests.

Sirius squinted his eyes and said “How about a plant?”

James chuckled, the sound making your heart feel less heavy. “I would like a cat…”

“Damnit” Sirius said under his breath.

[sova-dozhd]

But Ruth replied, “Do not urge me to leave you, to turn back and not follow you. For wherever you go, I will go; wherever you lodge, I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God.

Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Thus and more may the LORD do to me if anything but death parts me from you.”

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My first art centered around Judaism since I started my conversion process ahhh fuck I hope I got the Hebrew right, I'm still not too familiar with the alphabet so it moves around on me lmfao

but as a convert ofc Ruth is important and her story is fascinating to me; if anyone has recommendations on JEWISH resources about her would love to read

also ig christians can reblog this but lmfao idk what you could get out of it

Personally I like the interpretations of them being romantic but I tried to leave the art up for interpretation in general however you see them