#reeda

[heya-raccoon]

Reeda, *trying* to look her best

(Commission for Inretrospect99 on Twitter)

[wlwfilmscenes]

Awol (Deb Shoval, 2016)

[gigabats]

Yo have y'all ever worked at a pandora store by chance bcs I've been here so long and I just want to rant w someone from a different store to see if yalls customers and corporate is as shitty as mine in South Carolina 😭😭

[iotaphora]

I have to use my drowingtablet to type HELP ME

[evewasheretoday]

Accidents Happen: Chapter 1 - Midnight Encounters

As usual, a new maid arrives to the castle and replaces the former maid who'd died.

This time, however, the maid is younger. Not even seventeen or eighteen years old yet. She seems lost, scared and afraid.

Which is understandable considering the place she's currently residing does not take kindly to anyone. Especially the staff.

But she seems to be doing alright despite the predicament she's currently in.

Green eyes wander around the dining hall as she eats her meal. It isn't long before she spots you staring at her that she looks over and raises an eyebrow at you.

“That's Eugenia” Maria, one of the few maids you've made friends with during your stay, whispers to you. “I've heard she hasn't even turned seventeen and yet she's here, working under Lady Dimitrescu” Maria shook her head with a frown. “I pity the poor girl” She says.

“So do I” You tell her. “But what can we do about it?” You ask her. “The moment we entered this castle and signed a contract with house Dimitrescu, we are trapped here” You sighed.

“We make due of what we have during our times of desperation, Reeda” Maria told you.

“Desperation” You scoffed. “Do you think all of us came here out of that?”

“No,” She shook her head. “But we all came here for a reason, no?”

There wasn't anything you could say to that because Maria was right. All of you, whom work here in Castle Dimitrescu, came here for a reason.

You shook her head before sighing again. “I suppose” You mutter.

Maria gives you a soft smile before patting your shoulder. “Don't be so downhearted” She tells you softly. “It is better to focus on the positive things than on the negative ones”

“You are starting to be very much like my older sister, Camelia” You muttered under your breath. “Thank you for reminding me of her existence”

“Do not speak of it” Maria grinned. “Because I may as well be her twin then” She teased.

You waved a hand dismissively at her. “I need not for another one of her,” You replied.

Maria just chuckled at the comment.

Surely things would be better sooner or later.

~~~~~~~~~~

You never had troubles sleeping but the sound of pure silence except for the whistling of leaves outside the window was unnerving.

And the lack of lamps in your room did not help either.

You sighed before climbing out of your bed and going out of your room.

Maybe a walk in the halls would help you sleep, you thought to yourself.

“My my,” A voice behind you says. “Aren't you a bad girl, sneaking out at night?”

Turning around quickly, you stare wide eyed at the woman dressed in black silk standing before you.

“L-Lady Cassandra..!” You yelped, immediately bowing your head low.

“What were you planning to do?” She asked you, raising an eyebrow as she crosses her arms to her chest.

“I...was going out to for a small walk in the halls” You answered quietly.

“In the middle of the night?” She asks.

“Y… Yes, my lady” You nodded your head. “I was having troubles sleeping and I thought a walk in the halls might help me to sleep” You explained.

“Hmm” Cassandra hummed. “Is it helping you?” She asked after a while.

“Not quite,” You told her. “I am still wide awake as an owl in the night”

“I see,” She hums once more. “Would you like me to accompany you then?”

“That is very kind of you, my lady” You smiled gratefully at her. “But I'm afraid I must dec—”

“If you do not accept my offer, I may as well send you on your way with nothing but broken legs,” Cassandra threatened you.

You gulped as you slowly met her gaze with yours. “I d-don't see why I should refuse,” You stuttered out.

“Good,” She nodded. “Come then” She spoke, turning around on her heel.

All your head was screaming to you at that moment was to run away and hide.

But to where? You didn't know where you could possibly go. Any place you'll be in, they will find you. They knew this castle better than anyone else.

“Are you coming or not?” Cassandra questioned, turning around to look at you.

“O-Of course, my lady” You stammered out, momentarily biting your lip before you followed behind her.

Prey following its predator.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Ooh, myyy! This looks FUN!

❤️OC x Canon Ship HCs🤍

Ship a canon character with one of my OCs, and I’ll give you 5 HCs about their relationship.

[souzarte-works]

I have an oc of a story I'm working on, it's called "The Red Queen Experiment". This is Reeda, basically, a huntress alien and the protagonist.

This one up here is the most recent reference art I did of her.

The one below was her first official art with colors and everything. It's an old one.

I love my girl

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @jennycalendar from this ask meme: Prompts for Ordinary Things That Feel Intimate [ puddle ] A hurries to stop B from stepping into a puddle Listen - this got away from me, okay. Almost none of it is about the puddle. But you and I both know the puddle isn't the part you were concerned about. XD Here is some early Harper fluff for you. Hope you enjoy!

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Vartan squints out the front window of the safehouse. “Storm’s letting up,” he says gruffly. “Time to get moving.”

Jaheira, standing at his side, tilts her head to peer at the clock on the wall. “We might have simply ridden in the rain,” she says ruefully. “At this rate we will not reach the rendezvous before nightfall.”

Vartan looks amused. “Not all of us are so in tune with nature as you,” he says with a good-humored smirk. “If I have to choose between riding at night and riding in a tempest, I’ll take the moonlight.” He pulls his lower lip between his teeth and releases a high-pitched whistle. “On your feet, everyone! Ready to go! Reeda, see to our supplies. Khalid, saddle the horses.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Yes, s-s-sir!”

Jaheira watches as Khalid darts out the front door of the safehouse at a trot. The newest recruit to join their little squad is still something of an enigma to her - deeply earnest and invariably kind, crisp and precise with a sword in drills but slow to actual violence if any other solution can be found. His voice trembles, and Kambas calls him “Twitch”, but his hands are very steady and so are his eyes.

Idly, for lack of anything better to do, she walks out onto the safehouse’s porch, leaning against the railing so she can see into the attached stable. Khalid is moving with brisk, practiced motions, drawing one of the horses from its stall and beginning the process of saddling it for overland riding. She can hear his voice murmuring something to it in Alzhedo, although she doesn’t understand the words.

She doesn’t know exactly why she speaks up and interrupts him. “It is good to see one who treats a horse with proper respect,” she says abruptly. “Far too often, the folk of this city see them as machines, not thinking creatures.”

She stops, and then winces. What am I saying? But Khalid looks up, and she finds herself struck to baffled stillness as he smiles brightly at her.

“C-Calimport is known for its horses,” he tells her earnestly. “In m-my father’s house, I was often left to t-tend them. He saw they were gentler with me than with my b-brothers.” That smile flickers just slightly for a moment. “Many times I would have liked t-to have a spell such as you have, t-to speak with them properly.”

She considers this, then without warning vaults the porch railing and walks into the stable. “May I?” she asks, extending a hand towards his shoulder.

His eyes go very wide, to such a degree that for a moment she wonders if he thinks she was about to hit him. But he doesn’t seem afraid so much as… surprised. Astonished, even. “Y-yes,” he squeaks.

She lays her hand against his upper arm. Even through his tunic, she can feel his warmth in contrast to the cool damp air around them, and the tight-drawn solidity of well-trained muscle. For a moment she nearly forgets what she was about to do in a sort of bemused fascination - then recovers herself sharply. Ye gods, girl, what is the matter with you? 

“Amicus animalis,” she murmurs. Green light flares around them for a moment, then settles. Khalid’s eyes still look like dinner plates, but he cocks his head curiously as he feels the magical energy settle through him. 

“There,” she says - suddenly more brusque than necessary. “It will not last forever, but long enough for a proper conversation at least.”

Khalid blinks, and then understanding dawns through his face. He looks at the horse, which has been waiting patiently half-saddled, and murmurs another phrase in Alzhedo. The horse gives a soft whicker in answer and the understanding shifts to delight in Khalid’s eyes. “Th-th-th-thank you,” he says shakily to Jaheira, his stammer thickening abruptly.

She feels suddenly too warm in spite of the chill of the rain-tinged air. “Yes, well,” she says gruffly. “Do not let it slow you too much in your work, or Vartan will have words for you.”

“I w-w-won’t,” he says to her back as she turns away. “D-do not worry.”

Kambas is waiting on the porch when she returns, leaning against the railing where she was standing before. “Oi,” he says cheerfully. “Vartan says you should stop distracting the pup since you were the one worried about us getting a late start.”

“I was not distracting him,” Jaheira says, too defensively.

“Mmhm. You don’t have to pretend with me, y’know.” Kambas’s toothy grin widens. “That boy gives you one look and you go all pie-eyed. Can’t say I see the appeal myself, but it does take all kinds--”

“Kambas.” Jaheira begins to stalk around the front edge of the porch, automatically masking her discomfort behind irritation. “Say more, and I shall find new places for my quarterstaff that you will not enjoy.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, J.”

“How many times must I tell you not to call me--”

“J-Jaheira, careful!” Khalid seems to have appeared out of thin air, so fast has he abruptly darted out of the stable. His hand closes on her elbow, arresting her forward motion and bringing her to a halt. 

She blinks at him owlishly, and for a moment he blinks back, seemingly baffled by his own initiative. “The p-puddle,” he says sheepishly after a moment, and gestures at the ground. She looks down to see what he means - the area directly in front of the porch steps accumulated a great pool of water during the storm, which she was just on the point of stepping through with her attention drawn by Kambas’s taunts.

“Oh,” she says. Brilliant. Oration for the ages, girl. She feels acutely aware of the point where every one of his fingertips is touching her and it is making it challenging to think.

“It is deeper than it looks,” he explains hastily. “I s-s-stepped in it earlier.” He gestures at his boot, which is indeed mud-caked to partway up his calf. “I thought I would s-s-spare you…” He trails off. His eyes are doing that thing again where they widen until the whites show. “I’ll f-f-f-finish with the horses,” he mumbles, and vanishes again, fleeing back into the shadow of the stable.

Jaheira watches him until he’s out of sight behind one of the horses, and then releases a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She can feel Kambas’s gaze on her and a flush creeping inexorably up her neck. “Do not say a word,” she growls.

“Oh, c’mon,” Kambas says, never to be dissuaded. He hoists his pack higher on his shoulder and grins at her as she (carefully avoiding the puddle) moves up the stairs towards him. “I think we’ve moved beyond pie-eyed; that was a whole dessert buffet.”

She sighs. The infuriating thing, of course, is that Kambas is right, and it’s getting harder and harder to deny it; something warm and confusing is starting to nest itself at the back of her mind when she looks at Khalid, something she is not equipped to handle. She can still feel the place where he touched her, tingling like tiny strikes of lighting.

But what good to think about it? He is warm and kind and gentle and so terribly earnest, so visibly excited about everything the Harpers are and stand for. And she… she is not - already scarred and gruff, always butting heads with Vartan about the best way to proceed, always struggling with questions that have no answers.

He deserves better.

“Shut up,” she says, because the last thing she wants to do is explain any of this to Kambas of all people. “One of these days I really am going to kill you, you know.”

He snorts casually. “Whatever you say, Jaheira.”

[tenebrosee]

“Are you ready for that, little sister?”

OCs: Andris and Reeda

[smokeys-house]

Music teacher used to have a reed graveyard for all the reeds that end up on the floor but now we have Reeda

[dystopicjumpsuit]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @deejadabbles! I've got a Neyo x the Bad-miral snippet today, and for once, it's SFW, though she does allude to their previous sexual encounter. This story is coming very soon to the @tcwmatchmakingau account, so for my readers who enjoyed "Everybody Hates Neyo," keep your eyes peeled!

Note: I converted the Admiral!Reader into an OC because she's 🎵The Worst,🎵 and I didn't want to project that onto my readers. Her name is Reeda Wai'yen as a nod to her origins, because I never met a pun I didn't love 😏

“I’m on a date,” she snapped.

He looked pointedly at the empty chair across from her. “Looks like your date has a strong sense of self-preservation. Probably took one look at you and ran for their life.”

“He’s just a little late,” she said, tilting her jaw at a haughty angle to hide the flash of hurt at his words.

“That must kill you,” he said with a mirthless chuckle. “I remember the time you made a Jedi padawan cry for being three minutes behind schedule.”

“There were barely tears. Do. Not. Sit,” she gritted out as he made himself comfortable in the chair across from her. He picked up one of the remaining bread rolls and took a large bite, and she sighed. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“It just so happens, I am also on a date,” he said, mumbling around the bite of bread.

“Oh?” she wrinkled her nose at his table manners. “And who’s the unlucky lady?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Some civvie named Reeda.”

Her hand tightened dangerously around her butter knife. Neyo’s eyes dropped to the blade, and he smirked.

“Disappointed?” he asked.

“You could say that,” she said, jaw clenched. “I’m Reeda.”

He choked on his bite of bread and wheezed a bit, pounding his chest to clear his airway. Alas, he survived.

“What?” he sputtered.

“You didn’t even bother to find out my first name after you were inside me?” she demanded. Her sharp tone attracted attention from the surrounding diners, and she heard a few quiet titters from the tables around her, but she was too irate to care.

“You didn’t even bother to find out who’d be eating dinner with you?” he retorted.

[redacted for length]

The service droid approached the table and asked, “May I take your order?”

“He’s not staying,” Reeda cut in.

“I’ll have the bantha filet,” Neyo replied, ignoring her. “Bloody.”

He turned to her and arched his brows. The droid waited expectantly.

“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite,” she lied.

Neyo’s mouth twisted, and he huffed a breath through his nose. “The admiral will have the roast porg. And a bottle of Alderaanian red.”

The droid nodded and ambled away. Reeda glared at Neyo.

“I don’t eat meat, you presumptuous ass,” she said.

“Liar,” he said. “Unfortunately, the souls of the innocent weren’t on the menu, so I had to settle for your second-favorite meal.”

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NPTs: @wolffegirlsunite @enigmaticexplorer @523rdrebel @nika6q @freesia-writes @blueink-bluesoul @littlemissmanga @anxiouspineapple99 @wings-and-beskar and anyone else who wants to join in! I probably double-tagged people; I apologize.

[dorkusmalorkus666]

someone in gaza shared their go fund me with them

it has very few donations

[manda-kat]

I made a cute girls anime fantasy questing party.

Basically, Little Red Rida (the Woodsman's daughter) is a budding adventurer who is WAY to trigger-happy. Or giant battle axe happy. She turns monsters into sliced bread without the bread. She has zero self-preservation skills and somehow still manages to avoid injury. Also it's pronounced REEDA not RYE-DA.

She meets four adult adventures who have been at this for a bit. They all band together in adopting Rida as their collective baby sister, making all of them a sisterhood of sorts. This is super wholesome. Or it would be if Little Red Rida wasn't a child psycopath.

Yuka is a healer who became a ghost after meddling in necromancy to save the life of her dead lover. But he left her, complaining that he can't smooch a ghost. She doesn't harbor ill will toward him, convinced she did the right thing. She's just that precious. She is the most innocent party member and doesn't seem aware of the darkness in the world, despite experiencing it before.

Flaire is a hot-headed warrior who uses flaming knives to fight. She is super cheerful and extroverted. She sees herself as the boss lady of the party, but she's mostly just a bad influence for Rida, encouraging her reckless behavior.

Bellamy is an orc warrior, known to be stoic and intimidating. In reality, she's a socially anxious mess, afraid of talking to strangers. (Especially boys!) Her nervousness comes of as a cold personality, which combines with her size and strength to frighten strangers. All Bellamy wants is to overcome her social hangups and make some real friends... and maybe find something more?

Lotus is an elven archer who uses a magical bow to shoot arrows made of light. She's smart and serious and does most of the actual strategy and leadership of the group. Lotus can be short tempered with her flighty team, seeing their potential, but not getting them to quite live up to it.

[brookston]

Holidays 7.13

Holidays

Ann Hutchinson Memorial Day

Atomic Bomb Test Day

Barbershop Music Appreciation Day

Be A Geek For A Day

Blame Someone Else Day

Bottled Beer Day

Childhood Memories Day

Embrace Your Geekness Day

Festival of Inner Worlds

Festival of the Three Cows (Border of France & Basque Spain)

Fool's Paradise Day

Go Wakeboarding Day

Go West Day

Gruntled Workers Day

Guinea Fowl Day (French Republic)

International Day of ADHD Awareness

International Day of Sarcoma

International Growth Hacking Day

International Puzzle Day

International Rock Day

International Rock ’N’ Roll Day

Kashmir Martyrs’ Day (Pakistan)

La Retraite Aux Flambeaux (Night Watch; France)

Naadam, Day 3 (Mongolia)

Nathan Bedford Forrest Day (Tennessee)

National Delaware Day

National Paul Day

National Sam Day

Puzzle Day

Sandra Bland Day (Texas)

713 Day

Swiftie Day

Uniwaine Day (Elderly Men Day; Kiribati)

World Cup Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Beans 'n' Franks Day

Krispy Kreme Doughnut Day

National Beef Tallow Day

National French Fries Day (a.k.a. National French Fry Day)

National Nitrogen Ice Cream Day

2nd Thursday in July

Dinosaur Roundup Rodeo begins (Vernal, Utah) [2nd Thursday thru Saturday]

National Tree Day [2nd Thursday]

Oregon Trail Days begin (Geris, Nebraska) [2nd Thursday thru Sunday]

Oxegen Festival begins (Ireland) [2nd Thursday there Sunday]

Turkey Rama begins (McMinnville, Oregon) [2nd Thursday]

Independence Days

Statehood Day (Montenegro)

Usi (Declared; 2014) [unrecognized]

Wilkland (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Abd-al-Masih (Christian; Saint & Martyr)

Abel of Tacla Haimonot (Coptic Church)

Anacletus (Christian; Martyr)

Asarnha Bucha Day (Theravada Buddhism)

Bhanu Jayanti (Sikkim, India)

Blanche of Castile (Positivist; Saint)

Boun Khao Phansa begins (Buddhist Lent)

Clelia Barbieri (Christian; Saint)

Conrad Weiser (Episcopal Church (USA))

Eugenius of Carthage (Christian; Saint)

Feast of Kalimát (Words; Baha’i)

Geek Appreciation Day (Pastafarian)

Henry II, Holy Roman Emperor (a.k.a. Henry the Emperor; Christian; Saint)

Joel the Prophet (Christian; Saint)

Macarena Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Mordecai Ardon (Artology)

Mildrith of Thanet (Christian; Saint)

Mr. Screech (Muppetism)

Obon (a.k.a. Ulanbana, Festival of the Lanterns; Buddhist, Shinto)

Rosa Mystica (Christian; Saint)

Silas (Catholic Church; Saint)

Solstitium IX (Pagan)

Spot the Loony Day (Pastafarian)

Teresa of the Andes (Christian; Saint)

Turiaf (a.k.a. Turiave or Thivisiau; Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 13 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [13 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [14 of 24]

Tomobiki (友引 Japan) [Good luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Breaking Away (Film; 1979)

Californy’er Bust (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Country Mouse (WB MM Cartoon; 1935)

Dedicated To the One I Love, by The Shirelles (Song; 1959)

Don’t Be Cruel/Hound Dog, by Elvis Presley (Song; 1956)

Eighth Grade (Film; 2018)

Generation Kill (TV Series; 2008)

Ghost (Film; 1990)

A Hard Day’s Night, by The Beatles (US Album; 1964)

Hollywoodland sign (Dedicated; 1923)

Ice Age: Continental Drift (Animated Film; 2012)

Inception (Film; 2010)

The Last Starfighter (Film; 1984)

Legally Blonde (Film; 2001)

Microbe Hunters, by Paul de Kruif (Science Book; 1926)

The Muppets Take Manhattan (Film; 1984)

An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, by Ambrose Bierce (Short Story; 1890)

Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid, by Bob Dylan (Soundtrack Album; 1973)

Queen, by Queen (Album; 1973)

Skyscraper (Film; 2018)

The Spy Who Loved Me (James Bond Film; 1977) [#10]

Today’s Name Days

Anno, Heinrich, Kunigunde (Austria)

Emanuel, Ferdinand, Henrik (Croatia)

Markéta (Czech Republic)

Margrethe (Denmark)

Greta, Grete, Kreet, Kreeta, Mare, Maret, Mareta, Margareeta, Marge, Margit, Marit, Marita, Meeta, Reeda, Reet (Estonia)

Ilari, Joel, Lari (Finland)

Enzo, Eugène, Henri, Joël (France)

Heinrich, Kunigunde (Germany)

Iliofotos, Sarah (Greece)

Jenő (Hungary)

Enrico (Italy)

Alda, Margarita, Margrieta, Mariska, Pērle (Latvia)

Anakletas, Arvilas, Arvilė, Henrikas (Lithuania)

Melissa, Mia, Mildrid (Norway)

Ernest, Ernestyn, Eugeniusz, Irwin, Jakub, Justyna, Małgorzata, Radomiła (Poland)

Margita (Slovakia)

Enrique, Joel (Spain)

Joel, Judit (Sweden)

Ezra, Joel, Joelle, Mildred, Natalia, Natalie, Natasha, Nathalie, Nathan, Nathanael, Nathania, Nathaniel, Tasha (USA)

Henri, Nathalie, Nathaly (Universal)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 194 of 2024; 171 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 28 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Tinne (Holly) [Day 4 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 26 (Ren-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 24 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 24 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 14 Lux; Sevenday [14 of 30]

Julian: 30 June 2023

Moon: 16%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 26 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Blanche of Castile]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 15 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 23 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 23 of 31)

[magazynkulinarny]

Polpo e Patate, czyli sałata z ośmiornicą i ziemniakami

Wielki powrót małej ośmiornicy, czyli głowonóg ponownie w moim menu.

Najprostsza z możliwych sałatka z ziemniakami, włoska Polpo e Patate. Przygotowanie jej trwa tyle, co ugotowanie warzyw, czyli kwadrans z kawałkiem.

Zacznę jednak od filmu. O ośmiornicy właśnie. I to wcale nie ogromnej i krwiożerczej, rodem z obrazów grozy, ale niewiele większej niż dłoń dorosłego mężczyzny, spokojnej i płochliwej.

"Czego nauczyła mnie ośmiornica" (oryg. "My Octopus Teacher") w reż. Pippy Ehrlich i Jamesa Reeda, to piękna wizualnie opowieść o tym, jak człowiek - najwyższa w hierarchii istota żyjąca na ziemi - porządkuje swoje życie dzięki ukrytemu w oceanicznych głębinach mięczakowi. Z ogromnym wzruszeniem obserwowałam jak główny bohater, dokumentalista filmowy i płetwonurek, przełamuje swoje powierzchowne fantazje na temat głowonoga powoli poznając jego codzienne życie. Tworzy się między nimi coś na kształt więzi, zwierzę zaczyna akceptować obcego, a obcy fascynuje się zwierzęciem.

Mam tylko nadzieję, że po wyłączeniu kamer James Reed potrafił przenieść efemeryczną relację zbudowaną z ośmiornicą na konkretne związki - z rodziną, przyjaciółmi i obcymi ludźmi. Bo doprawdy nie sztuką jest zachwycić się pięknym, nieudomowionym stworzonkiem w wyizolowanych warunkach, nawet nakręcić o tym film i otrzymać Oscara. Sztuką jest nie skrzywdzić go swoimi odwiedzinami - wszak jesteśmy w jego świecie tylko (i aż) gościem - a uzyskaną wiedzę wcielić w swoje, a nie cudze, życie.

Kulinarna pointa jest bardziej przyziemna. Dla jednych okrutna i karygodna, dla innych powszednia i oczywista: jadam zarówno wodne, jak i lądowe stworzenia. Weganką ani wegetarianką raczej nie zostanę, a do Frontu Wyzwolenia Zwierząt lub podobnej organizacji na pewno nie przystąpię. Zniechęcili mnie do tego sami ich członkowie.

Składniki:

ok. 250 g macek ośmiornicy (gotowanych) 5 małych ziemniaków (sałatkowych) 2 ząbki czosnku 2 łyżki soku z cytryny kilka łyżek oliwy z oliwek e.v. sól i czarny pieprz do smaku kilka gałązek naci pietruszki

Wykonanie:

Zazwyczaj przygotowuje się tą sałatkę ze świeżej ośmiornicy, ewentualnie rozmrożonej. Wiadomo, że im świeższa, tym lepsza. Ja jednak skorzystałam z gotowego produktu dostępnego w Biedronce (podobno nie robi się sieciom reklamy, trzeba tak zrobić żeby na tym zarobić, ale ja to mam dokładnie tam, właśnie tam).

Ziemniaki obrać i ugotować w osolonej wodzie. Odcedzić i pozostawić do wystygnięcia (gorące, oprócz tego że parzą palce łatwo się rozsypują podczas krojenia). Gdy się wychłodzą pokroić na kawałki wielkości kęsa.

Macki lekko ocieplić (zgrzewkę wrzucić do garnka z wodą i podgrzać lub chwilę podgrzewać w mikrofalówce), by galareta - którą są otoczone - zmieniła się w płyn. Odlać go i pokroić odnóża w kawałki podobnej wielkości, co ziemniaki.

Czosnek obrać, rozgnieść płaską stroną noża i maksymalnie rozdrobnić. Połączyć z sokiem z cytryny, oliwą z oliwek, pieprzem i solą. Porządnie wymieszać.

W misce umieścić ziemniaki, ośmiornicę i winegret, delikatnie wymieszać i wstawić do lodówki na minimum pół godziny do kilku godzin. Pozwoli to smakom rozwinąć się i połączyć, co da bardziej aromatyczną i spójną całość.

Przed podaniem spróbować sałatki i w razie potrzeby doprawić. Ośmiornica ma delikatny smak, więc trzeba uważać, by nie przytłoczyć jej zbyt dużą ilością soli, soku z cytryny lub innych przypraw.

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Lester Bangs - Psychotic Reactions & Carbunetor Dung

Dawno nie byłam tak rozczarowana lekturą, porzuconą nawet nie w połowie. Myślałam, że odnalazłam długo szukanego idola. Legendarnego krytyka muzycznego: Lestera Bangsa, słynnego dziennikarza "Creem" i "Rolling Stones", piszącego w latach 60., 70. i 80.

O ile jego życie wydaje się ciekawe, tak arogancko-ironiczny styl pisania i typowo męskie poczucie humoru...Już nie. Przez cały czas lektury miałam wrażenie, że muzyka to tylko pretekst dla Bangsa, aby podzielić się swoją historią i podbudować swoje ego. Doskonałym przykładem są dygresje w artykule o the Troggs. Zamiast jednak opisu ich muzycznych dokonań dostajemy szczegółowy opis pierwszych doznań erotycznych autora tekstu. Już nie wspominając o żartobliwym, rozbuchanym słownictwie-żargonie, dla mnie w wersji angielskiej niemal zupełnie niezrozumiałym.

Ze wstępu Greila Marcusa do wyselekcjonowanych starannie artykułów można się dowiedzieć, że zmarł młodo, w 1982 roku w wieku 33 lat. W jego tekstach przewijali się najwięksi, od Johna Lennona, Lou Reeda (któremu nie odmówiłby possania wiadomo-czego), the Clash czy The Stooges. Zdecydowanie widać w tym wszystkim fascynację beatnikowskim stylem i zachłyśnięcie się rock&rollem. Zresztą, był znany ze swojej słabości do alkoholu i narkotyków.

Pewnie dla wielu osób marzących o kariererze w dziennikarstwie muzycznym jest wciąż inspiracją. Ja poddałam się na 80 stronie, zmęczona licznymi dygresjami. I jeszcze bardziej utwierdziłam się w smutnym przekonaniu, że nie chcę już nigdy więcej pisać recenzji o muzyce. Bo jakie tak naprawdę ma się podstawy do krytyki czy chwalenia muzyków? Czy ma się jakieś zaplecze wiedzy o historii muzyki? Czy bardziej polega się na swoich uszach i zmyśle "the next big thing" i hajpuje się przestylizowane osobowości muzyczne? Pozostawiam to Waszej ocenie.