#icebox meme

[animanightmate]

You can stop trying to find the best Kate Middleton joke, because it's here:

Source here.

[thrailkxll]

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[wordsandstrangeways]

…without a motive. For the kiss meme. A ship of your choice.

Decisions are hard so I am pandering to my audience <3

37. Without a Motive, Zolf/Wilde/Grizzop, RQG

He turns his head and lips that taste like a stolen danish meet his, sweet and soft then deeper, and when Oscar lets him breathe Zolf can’t help but smile. He hadn’t even heard him come in - too wrapped up in the layering of the croissant dough to hear the door creak.

“What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“Guess not, though you know if you eat ‘em now you just have less later?”

Oscar grins back and licks the remaining powder from his lips along with the faint shine that lingers from the kiss.

“You always make enough that I never feel deprived, darling, even when I deprive myself. You’ll call when dinner’s ready? I need to finish a letter and I’ll just be eating at myself if I sit around and wait.”

Zolf nods, softening but rolling his eyes anyway.

“I’ll call, an’ you can wash up after an’ all.”

Oscar kisses him again, a fleeting peck on the cheek, and sucks the sugar from his fingers as he leaves, humming his agreement. It means when Zolf turns back and sharp claws slide easily into his hair to draw him in for a whole other kind of kiss he’s stunned for a moment before he melts into it.

Grizzop tastes of nothing but himself, and the aftertaste of Oscar on Zolf’s tongue.

He doesn’t even get a chance to ask the question.

“Saw Wilde,” Grizzop says with an unabashed grin, “thought it looked like fun. You want me to tell him dinner’s gonna be later?”

Zolf glances at the pastry, the lamination is perfect but it needs to chill in the icebox for a while. There’s other prep, but he finds himself caught by Grizzop’s enthusiasm. He can hear Oscar pottering in his study above them, already settling into a concentration that Zolf suddenly finds himself contrarily keen to break.

“We’ll tell ‘im together. Can always save this for tomorrow.”

Grizzop’s grin widens and he squeezes the back of Zolf’s neck with a fondness Zolf long ago stopped trying to deny.

“You get it put away, I’ll just nab one of these to keep my energy up.”

Zolf sighs as Grizzop plucks a danish from the tray and hops up on the table to watch him.

“Not gettin’ extra later either you know.”

Grizzop looks up from where he’s licking jam from his thumb and smirks behind the pastry.

“Liar,” he says, accurately, “but I’ll steal one back from Wilde so you can have extra too.”

[makesometime]

Could I get 31 for the kiss meme? Maybe with Vesseek/Wilde or Vesseek/Zolf? Your pick!

Anything for you <3<3

31. A kiss… after a small rejection.

They’ve been staying with Oscar in London for a couple of weeks now. The clutch are making their way across Europe to help with rebuilding where they can, and Vesseek could go join them but…

There’s safety in the familiarity here. Oscar knew Grizzop. He’s one of the few left now that did. That connection means something.

(It means they end up in his bed more often than not.)

Vesseek walks through the halls of his flat (suspiciously wide) and into his kitchen (with strangely low counters) and feela the weight of a presence on their shoulders that they don’t understand. It’s not Grizzop, they know what Grizzop feels like.

It’s different. It’s heavy.

And it’s not just them that it’s weighing down.

They fix themself a meal and put some leftovers in the icebox for if Oscar decides to eat today (they tried to feed him once and he looked at them like they’d punched him, so they’ve not actively tried since). It’s probably a good day to get out of the house and find somewhere to help - Azu offered a role for them at the temple that sounded nice enough.

But... they should stop by Oscar’s office before they go anywhere. He’s not slept. Maybe they can tempt him to bed for another reason and leave once he passes out…

“Ah, Vesseek.”

Oscar's adept at pretending. Grizzop had told them as much in one of the few letters he sent back before everything went so very very wrong. But they’re starting to learn how to see beneath the mask.

“Oscar. You busy?”

He smiles, rests his chin on his upturned palm. “I am. Always.”

“Don’t suppose I can tempt you away?”

It’s the eyes. The face? That doesn’t change. But Oscar’s eyes, they reflect his entire soul, now. Vesseek wonders if he knows. They won’t tell him. They suspect whatever (whoever) caused that to happen wouldn’t be happy if they came back and found it undone.

“I, uh…”

They watch as he takes a letter from on top of his pile of work and folds it, swiftly tucking it into a torn-open envelope. 

“I don’t think so.” He says, as soft as anything. “Not today.”

They move across to him, skirting around his big desk and standing at his side. Without speaking, they put their hand on his and squeeze. 

“I’m—.”

“It’s okay.” They say. “Honestly,  don’t mind. Plenty to do.”

They submit to him raking his attention over their face, trying to tell if they’re lying to him. Apparently satisfied, he nods and then leans down, Vesseek smiling and lifting their chin.

The kiss is sweet, so they nip at his lip when he pulls back. It works - Oscar chuckles, a warm sound that makes them feel a little better about walking out of the front door and leaving him to his problems. 

“I’ll see you later, though?”

Oscar nods. “Oh I’ll be here. If nothing else is certain, darling, that much is.”

[filthystill]

❛  what’s  in  it  for  you ?  ❜

meme // accepting.

He'd been asked this many times since he'd been back in the city. Never really had an answer. He thumbed shells into the shotgun, click, click, click.

When the shit hits the fan, sometimes it's unspoken. Pilot fish swim in the sharks wake. They were all dead. Wet sticky in the dark dusty room. Take the money, he'd said. All of it.

He looked at the guy, adrenaline still burning in his iris, sharp greys, "sport."

They had it wrong, on the streets. This wasn't a play for power, this wasn't moves, this wasn't taking over, or financial responsibility -- the city was on fire, they were running scared, because he'd been alone for too long. Golf club in his hand, wild hair, thick beard, icebox in the cold, marching back and forth, just waiting, twitching, stewing, hoping someone comes for him. And they did. So he was back. And the city was on fire.

Of course it was more complicated than he was letting on. Associates of his dear friends, the guys in that room, he'd known them before, even back then, he wanted to see what their insides looked like.

"Take the cash."

[thesarahshay]

There's a grammatical mistake I've been noticing a lot lately, and I'm wondering if it's some sort of trend or just my brain seeing patterns. It's not uncommon, but I've seen it weirdly often over the last few months.

The mistake is in knowing where to put the end quotation mark when referring to a thing by a phrase. For example, you can't remember William Carlos Williams' name, so you ask "Hey, remind me who wrote the 'plums in the icebox poem' that everyone memes?" It's more accurate to write "plums in the icebox" poem -- "plums in the icebox" is a phrase (or paraphrase) from the poem which you are quoting, and you put it in quotes to indicate that it's being used as an adjective. Same with hyphens, although I haven't seen that as much: "This is my recovering-from-a-breakup-movie" vs. "This is my recovering-from-a-breakup movie." If you hadn't used a phrase, you wouldn't normally connect an adjective to a noun with quotes or hyphens. "Who wrote that 'plum poem'" or "this is my breakup-movie" would both be odd or confusing.

It's a fairly minor error, and it's usually quite clear what you mean. It's just something I keep seeing over and over, and I'm curious if there's a reason for the trend.

[allthingslinguistic]

this is a plum. 

now there are none of them. i have eaten them. there are no ____.

[icebox-coldheart-frozen]

[kcrossvine-art]

POYO! Hello, esteemed and and steamed ones! Today on the cookin bracket is the last jive of the summer from the Redwall Cookbook- a royal wave to the end of the hottest days so far- Summer Strawberry Fizz. 

(You may seek the original recipe at the bottom if you’d like to follow along)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to a Summer Strawberry Fizz?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Strawbs

Strawb iced cream

Sugar

And all that stuff is gonna get blended face first;

Seltzer water

With da seltzer water being added after chilling and before serving!

AND, “what does Summer Strawberry Fizz taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Like a hybrid between a snowcone and a smoothie. Like a kiss from a classmate that doesn't come back after summer break.

The more you stir it the more of the tangy-ness seems to come out

It fizzes SO prettily

The big bubbles at the top have small strawb seeds in them :') its cute

Drinking it has roughly the same consistency of a very fine smoothie

This would pair well with any cold sandwich or salad

This would also be a perfect candidate for picnic beverage! Bring a pitcher of this and an icebox to keep it chilled in!

Simple, playful, refreshing

. definition of 'hulling' varies by region, i left the middle intact and only chopped green parts . added another dollop of ice cream for serving . added crushed ice for serving

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"Folding gently back into, the silent earth, from which they came.."

- Autumn, The Strawbs

I know people 'starting fall early' is a meme because of liking halloween and a general reaction to the absurdly early time christmas shit gets rolled out, but, the steps towards the colder months have become a tentative one for me. Bracing. Thank you decline in sunlight. 

It feels weirdly bittersweet actually making it  ¼ of this project! You know the feeling, I dont know what I'm trying to communicate, but you'll know it.

That aside, the drink itself feels sentimental. Its your grandmas secret recipe handed down through the family, and then you google it and its from the back of a betty-crocker box. Through a type of eye that might seem anti-climatic, but i think a better way of looking at would be to consider that thousands of families share this recipe now- a little string connecting a ramshackle quilt. You're a part of that, yeah?

I give this recipe a solid 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.)

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Ingredients:

1 quart (4 cups) strawberries, hulled

1 cup strawberry ice cream

4 teaspoons sugar

1 cup seltzer water

Method:

Combine the strawberries, ice cream and sugar in a blender and process until smooth.

Refrigerate for one hour, then stir in the seltzer and serve immediately.

[colorfullyminded]

Malachi: I'm not gay

Porter: You have a massive crush on Abel

Malachi: He's an exception...I just like that he treats me nicely, but I'm not gay

Steven: (takes off glasses)

Malachi: ....You got me there

[reniadeb]

ate your plums, i'm so sorry

they were so cold, so sweet

(so cold and so sweet, sweet)

those plums, you're saving probably

there were so cold, so sweet

(so cold and so sweet, sweet)

[raichoose-moved-again]

Dialogue Generator Starter Meme - Accepting 

The little girl is shaking like a leaf. Rare are the moments where she’s home alone - sure, she’s lonely, between her mother and her drinks, her father and his mirrors, her grandfather and his television, but she’s not technically alone. 

Still, rare does not mean never. Claire has, in fact, been left by herself in the house (in spite of her young age), and she’s very much on edge. The slightest noise makes her shiver, and anything louder than the icebox makes her whimper in fright. Truthfully, she wants to retreat to her mind - where she’s Opal, where she has a lively house and a loving family - but she can’t do that while there’s noises downstairs. 

Noises that Claire has convinced herself belong to an intruder. 

Hence why she’s sneaking downstairs, bolting for the door - white shoes flying over crumpled papers and cigarette boxes - and racing towards the first person she sees the very moment she clears the front porch. 

“There’s someone in the house!” 

{ @nurturing-starlight requested Claire and Kenny! } 

[slaygentford]

hi ms emily i was wondering if you had any tips for Critical Litchrature Reading? i did an eng lit a-level a million (5) years ago so i Did know how to read critically but then i did a history degree where i had to read so much boring shit a week that when i have read for pleasure now it’s been stuff that smooths my brain over. which i know isnt always a bad thing! but i’d like to get back into big brain takes i just dont know how? like i tried reading mrs dalloway and i struggled bc subtle writing now makes my brain melt. sorry if youve answered this already and DOUBLY sorry if the answer is literally just ‘practice and experience’

oh this problem is so easily solved!! you’re starting with mrs dalloway, and mrs dalloway is a BIG one to jump right into, that's like trying to decipher Einstein after taking algebra. I'd recommend starting with some poetry, and of course now that I'm trying to think of some every syllabus I've ever written just flew directly out of my head. um. glass essay by Anne Carson. that icebox poem that’s a meme now is like the great Gatsby of poetry, it’s practically created for people learning to read literature. no joke, Richard siken? worth a revisit also. THIS ARTICLE will get your brain juice moving as well. 

short stories, try drown, by junot Díaz (sorry, I know, but it’s really good at teaching you how to read). Dubliners, Joyce, specifically the dead, is very good for starting to re-learn. ahhh shit I just thought of one and forgot it. fucking...brownies, zz packer. 

for novels, try Jane eyre, wuthering heights, those are less opaque. beloved, 100 years of solitude, slaughterhouse five. WAIT, do slaughterhouse five first. I firmly believe that if you can properly read slaughterhouse five you can read anything. it’s extremely simple and extremely not and very moving and I think maybe the best but least perfect book ever written but that is just me. 

THEN go into like, you know, modernism (Woolf, Joyce’s novels, stein), all that. to me modernism is the last hurdle in Getting Literature and the tallest one, or maybe that’s just how my brain works. but you gotta work up to it. 

other approaches include: you can pick stuff that sounds interesting and then look up book club and reading questions for them, which is the most accessible way to do this by far. you can get one of those big anthologies of short stories that come with introductory essays in them, which is how we’re taught to close read, and that could set you on the right path. you could supplement this as you keep reading, if you really want to, with like actual real theory (this is what I was taught from in my theory 101 class).

remember that what you need MOST out of this is a fellow player/interlocutor/improvisor, someone who’s read it too and says “yes and” to each of your ideas. the good news is the internet is huge and free and also I am here and also your brain is here. if you see something in a text and youre like, is that a symbol/motif/parallel/whatever, UHHH yeah the fuck it is cuz you just said so! so say “yes and” to yourself while reading, pull on every thread you find. 

[chocolatecatcupcakecheese]

First Line Tag Meme - C4

I got tagged by both @visceralcoma​ (in March) and @scribhneoir-sidhe​ (yesterday) to post the first lines of twenty stories, so I gUeSs I sHoUlD dO tHiS. All but one of these are WIPs… Sorry …

I’m taking two senior capstones this semester, which means two major original research projects (plus my other classwork). So my AO3 publishing history doesn’t show it, but I’m on my second desperate hyperfixation of the semester (Jujutsu Kaisen) and I’ve been prolific, though god knows how many of these I’ll publish in the end.

Please be patient with me while I do uni stuff first owo

These are posted in order of most recent first, and names are “working titles from my gdocs” for the most part, based off of the songs I was listening to when I wrote them.

1. Kubinashi [Jujutsu Kaisen] - SukuFushiIta, self-indulgent kimono fashion nerdery.

> “Oi, Sukuna,” Yuuji growled, his voice still rough from sleep and the weird dream he’d had, “I got a bone to pick with you, bastard.”

2. Cursed is the Fool Who’s Willing [Jujutsu Kaisen] - SukuIta porn, crack treated seriously.

> “Fuckssake. You’re doing that wrong.”

3. Echo [Jujutsu Kaisen] - Itadori Yuuji character study.

> There is blood under Yuuji’s fingernails, still sticky and warm, and he doesn’t know where it came from.

4. Tonight I Feel Like Neon Gold [Jujutsu Kaisen] - SukuIta porn.

> His human heart stopped beating centuries ago, but this show of trust threatens to make it tender.

5. hangovers / hangups [Jujutsu Kaisen] - Gen SukuIta.

> Yuuji awakens with a pounding headache and a weird taste in his mouth, with a burning ache down to his bones as though he’d been atomized again.

6. Human Rights [Jujutsu Kaisen] - A character study of Sukuna’s possession, and trans Yuuji.

> Yuuji is washing his hair in his shitty new dorm shower, exhausted by the revelations of the day, when Sukuna speaks suddenly from his cheek, a grotesque stretch of skin and a disconcerting voice in his ear.

7. “first times” [Jujutsu Kaisen] - SukuIta porn.

> “You know that I can hear you, right?”

8. “ten thousand feet / the way I dream of going out” [Jujutsu Kaisen] - Ryomen Sukuna character study.

> At least he won’t be bored, before the end.

9. “worst timeline” [Dragon Age] - A draft from later chapters of The Forge of Worlds (TFOW). The DAI Redcliffe story mission.

> 「妹のためだけに生きていた。今は…」Suzume’s words echoed in the air around them where the Fade leaked into the Real, meaningless but for the emotion they conveyed: a rage transcending rage.

10. “108 Sins” [Dragon Age] - A draft from later chapters of TFOW. The immediate aftermath of the Conclave in DAI, tons of self-indulgent Buddhist symbology.

> On the eve after the Conclave, the night before Wintersend, Suzume dreamt of her father.

11. “chili space au” [Genshin Impact] - Longfic, Tartaglia(Childe)/Zhongli, what it says on the tin.

> It is said by humans that there is no sound in space.

12. “chili day 2: fashion” [Genshin Impact] - Day 2 of a Tartaglia(Childe)/Zhongli prompt week I started in march and then uhhh never finished.

> Zhongli rises early, before the sun.

13. “immortals with anxiety” [Genshin Impact] - Xiao character study.

> Xiao keeps his watch from above most days, comfy in a nest of clouds, the cool moistness kissing his cheeks like a familiar lover.

14. Plumose [Genshin Impact] - Posted to AO3. Tartaglia(Childe)/Zhongli, post “A New Star Approaches.”

> Zhongli stands on the shoreline, uncaring of the salt water licking at the tops of his boots and soaking through the fine cloth of his pants, and stares toward the place where Osial fell.

15. “居酒屋で” [Genshin Impact] - Gen Zhongli character study, pining, minor Tartaglia(Childe)/Zhongli. Working title means “at the izakaya.”

> Yánwáng Dìjūn, Lord of Geo, God of Contracts, and the one of late called Zhongli stands on high, as in elder days, and watches the sun set upon Líyuè Harbor.

16. “百鬼夜行は歩く” [Dragon Age] - A draft from later chapters of TFOW. Working title means “the night parade of a hundred demons walks.”

> On Wintersend, the night of the Thedasian New Year, the Hyakki Yakou walked the Fade, a parade of oni and yokai streaming forth into a patient-waiting maw of green.

17. Apple-Picking [Guild Wars 2] - Braham Eirsson/Male Pact Commander. A quiet moment, established relationship, porn, sylvari anatomy.

> “Braham, go left a bit.”

18. “Bread Fights” [Dragon Age] - A draft from later chapters of TFOW. Character development of DAI companions, based off of an argument my friends and I had.

> “Ah, dunk.” Sera sighed and closed the lid on the icebox. “The milk is going off.”

19. “お神は取りすぎて” [Dragon Age] - A draft from later chapters of TFOW. Character development of Suzume and Yuki’s past, plus self-indulgent fun with Shinto festivals. Working title means “the gods take too much.”

> In her dreams, the lanterns were brighter than she had ever seen, so bright that the light peeled the painted kanji away from the ricepaper.

20. “Two Socks Having Sex” [Original] - My friends dared me to do this and then I did. It’s porn. Of socks. Inanimate objects, personified. I do not know regret or shame.

> She was a long, slinky thing, all smooth and silky, but well-worn, with little divots where the garter attached.

Are we still friends after you've seen how much I’m writing and then not posting? Hehe <3 I am tagging @5lazarus @thereallonelyagain @grumpkinvicky @jecook @jennserr @alyssumflowers @theh00ded1 and @paraparadigm to pass it on hehe

[icebox-coldheart-frozen]

[sophieakatz]

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