#scarborough eats

[chefsloan]

Singaporean Chicken Rice with the fam @AberdeenDelicious in Scarborough (2023).

[kwebtv]

Adrian Scarborough as Monsieur Bouffant, Jennifer Saunders as Colombine, Comtesse de Vache and Dawn French as Lisette in "Let Them Eat Cake"

[imakle]

I love lying to my family <3 easily one of my favourite hobbies

[healthyartsforseniors]

Eat More Scarborough x Nuit Blanche

On October 5th, participants from our Healthy Arts for Seniors program had the opportunity to attend the Eat More Scarborough Midnight Food and Art Tour, free of charge, generously supported by Scarborough Arts.

This tour was designed to be accessible and inclusive for our senior participants, ensuring that no one was left behind. Foodie-in-Chief, Howard Tam and his team went above and beyond with helping us provide mobility assistance throughout the evening.

The tour took us on an exciting journey through Scarborough’s globally celebrated culinary scene that has been attracting Michelin stars, chefs and content creators from around the world. Scarborough’s plaza culture, which has evolved into a microcosm of late-night street eats reminiscent of bazaars in South and East Asia, was the perfect backdrop. From filling bags with fragrant herbs and spices at markets like Ghadir, to enjoying Paratha Rolls and creamy cups of Karak Chai, our senior participants indulged in diverse, flavourful cuisines and shared these moments with family members and friends who came along for the ride.

After several delicious stops, the group convened in a plaza parking lot, comfortably seated in camping chairs with cozy blankets, to enjoy desserts and bubble teas. But our night didn’t end there. We piled back onto the bus and made our way to the Aga Khan Museum for Nuit Blanche, where participants were delighted to explore various art installations and community engagement spaces.

The success of this tour is a testament to our commitment at Scarborough Arts and Eat More Scarborough, to prioritize engagement, accessibility, and inclusion. We are especially focused on solving the issue of seniors’ isolation by providing opportunities for them to step outside their comfort zones and engage with the public sphere. From creating access to culturally enriching experiences to addressing the specific mobility needs of seniors, this program reflects our belief: community is at the heart of everything we do. Together, we are putting resources, care and joy back into our communities.

[thedreadvampy]

Apparently we have quite different ice cream experiences

so followup question (one which I expect to be extremely regional)

how about ye olde lemontop

you can get them in shops and kiosks but not ice cream vans

not to do a remember when mother put the kettle on post but

does anybody (UK, child of the 90s) remember ye olde Punky Penguin?

such mediocre ice cream. such thrilling packaging.

[oediex]

Cutting out as many animal products from your life as you can is probably the most effective thing that you, as an individual, can do to fight the climate crisis.

I know many of you feel like there is nothing you can personally do to battle the climate crisis, but this is one of them. This, you can do. However small your contribution is, it will make a difference.

You don't have to do it all at once. Take your time. There are plenty of resources online, and I know it can be overwhelming, but again, take your time. If you need help, feel free to send me an ask or a message, or other vegans on here like @acti-veg (in fact, check out www.acti-veg.com). We are experienced vegans and have been living on a plant-based diet for years.

You don't have to figure it out on your own. You won't be doing something no-one has done before you. We are here and happy to help you.

Yes, it will be a change. Yes, you will have to learn new things. But you can be part of the solution. This is something you can do.

Source for data & relevant quotes below:

Eating a vegan diet massively reduces the damage to the environment caused by food production, the most comprehensive analysis to date has concluded. The research showed that vegan diets resulted in 75% less climate-heating emissions, water pollution and land use than diets in which more than 100g of meat a day was eaten. Vegan diets also cut the destruction of wildlife by 66% and water use by 54%, the study found.

However, it turned out that what was eaten was far more important in terms of environmental impacts than where and how it was produced. Previous research has shown that even the lowest-impact meat – organic pork – is responsible for eight times more climate damage than the highest-impact plant, oilseed.

Prof Peter Scarborough at Oxford University, who led the research, published in the journal Nature Food, said: “Our dietary choices have a big impact on the planet. Cutting down the amount of meat and dairy in your diet can make a big difference to your dietary footprint.”

The researchers who conducted the new study said diets enabling global food production to be sustainable would mean people in rich nations “radically” reducing meat and dairy consumption. They said other ways of reducing the environmental impact of the food system, such as new technology and cutting food waste, would not be enough.

[bubblespalace]

RANDOM DL HEADCANNONS I HAVE

Sad edition: (TW: Drug use for escapism, mentioned attempted suicide)

-Shu used to dote on Reiji as a kid. Reiji was, at first, really happy someone was paying attention to him and they were really close brothers. But when he realized Beatrix gave Shu more attention,m he started to despise him.

-Kanato can never sing a song other than Scarborough Fair, and when he is asked to, he normally replies: "That's the only song I know." (More cannon but eh)

-Reiji gets insane stress and sometimes has full-on mental breakdowns that he has to deal with alone. He comes out of his room seeming fine, and the only one who really notices is Shu, since he hears him sobbing. He never says anything because he feels as though he can't be of help.

-Ayato loved Takoyaki since he was a kid, but Cordelia never allowed him to eat it since he had to spend time studying. He still uses it as a rebelling thing, which is why he eats it so frequently.

-Laito has bad dreams about his past with Cordelia a lot more than you'd think. He wakes up sobbing hysterically, with his head in his hands.

-Subaru finds himself staring up at the tower his mother was locked in every night. He sometimes stands there looking at it motionless for hours, and he doesn't even realize it. Shu normally comes and drags him away when he finds him.

-Reiji sometimes turns to his own drugs to get an ounce of enjoyment. He's got a stash of hardcore substances, and it really affects him sometimes.

-Kanato has a select few dolls he wishes he didn't turn so quickly or even at all. He starts randomly starts crying at their feet when he misses them, but then he tries to tell himself at least this way, he has them forever.

-Subaru, on a particularly bad night, once snuck into Reiji's lab looking for something to end his misery, but Reiji caught him. They both had a civil talk that night, and Reiji stepped up as a good older brother.

-Shu sometimes listens to old recordings of Edgar and him messing around and having fun with each other. It makes him tear up, but gives him some happy memories.

[acti-veg]

Prof Scarborough surveyed 55,000 people who were divided into big meat-eaters, who ate more than 100g of meat a day, which equates to a big burger, low meat-eaters, whose daily intake was 50g or less, approximately a couple of chipolata sausages, fish-eaters, vegetarians and vegans.

The analysis is the first to look at the detailed impact of diets on other environmental measures all together. These are land use, water use, water pollution and loss of species, usually caused by loss of habitat because of expansion of farming. In all cases high meat-eaters had a significantly higher adverse impact than other groups.

[beardedmrbean]

The Philippines' fisheries bureau said China is trying to "intentionally destroy" the Scarborough Shoal.

The fish-rich atoll is hotly contested by China, but internationally recognized as Manila's.

The bureau on Saturday accused Chinese vessels of pumping cyanide into the shoal's waters.

The Philippines' fishing bureau has accused Chinese fishing vessels of using cyanide to destroy the Scarborough Shoal, a fish-rich atoll in the South China Sea contested by both Manila and Beijing.

"These Chinese fishermen use cyanide," Nazario Briguera, a spokesperson for the Bureau of Fisheries and Aquatic Resources, said on Saturday, per a translation from Filipino by The Philippine Star.

Cyanide fishing is a controversial fishing method that typically involves dumping the highly toxic chemical near coral reefs or in fishing grounds to stun or kill fish so they can be easily captured.

It is widely condemned because it indiscriminately affects most marine species in the area, causes severe damage to aquatic ecosystems, and can make fish harmful to handle or eat.

But Brigeura accused the Chinese fishermen of using cyanide to also "intentionally destroy Bajo de Masinloc to prevent Filipino fishing boats to fish in the area," per The Philippine Star. Bajo de Masinloc is the Spanish name for the Scarborough Shoal.

The spokesperson estimated that the alleged use of cyanide would result in around $17,850,000 in damages to the region, per the outlet.

The bureau said it has not conducted a formal study of the total damage, but called it a "serious concern," The Philippine Star reported.

"We will see clearer, and we will have proof or evidence that this is really being done by Chinese fishermen and, apparently, other foreign fishers," Briguera said, per Philippine outlet GMA News.

However, the Philippine Coast Guard on Sunday said it hadn't found any evidence of Chinese fishermen using cyanide and could not confirm the fisheries bureau's accusation.

"We don't have any scientific study or any evidence that would suggest that cyanide fishing in Bajo de Masinloc can be attributed to the Chinese or the Vietnamese fishermen," coast guard spokesperson spokesperson Commodore Jay Tarriela said, per GMA News.

Notably, the Philippines' fishing industry was known to use cyanide fishing back in the 1960s to capture live fish for aquariums and restaurants, though the practice has become less common. In 2023, a study from the Cebu-based Coastal Conservation and Education Foundation found that some Filipino fishermen still use cyanide in the South China Sea.

In response to the accusations, the Chinese state-linked tabloid The Global Times wrote that the Philippines had "groundlessly smeared" China over its cyanide claims. The outlet is known for sticking closely to Beijing's viewpoints.

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Auror & the Devil part 23

AesopSharpXadultMC

DISCLAIMER: idication of a foreplay, fluff

Once again, he found himself aboard the ship in Scarborough.

The rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull and the groaning of the wooden boards underfoot echoed around him. For a moment, the line between reality and memory blurred, his mind drifting as if caught in a tangled net, unable to free itself from the overwhelming flood of sounds and images. But this time, instead of the familiar ending—where a trap awaited behind a door at the end of the ship's corridor—he was suddenly standing atop a towering cliff and frost-biting fogg. Disoriented, he scanned his surroundings and spotted a familiar figure amidst the turmoil of stormy skies.

Morana was running toward the cliff’s edge, her path illuminated by a silvery creature... a Patronus? His heart raced as he shouted, "Watch out!" But she neither slowed nor hesitated, leaping into the arms of the dark clouds, transforming mid-air into a raven that soared higher and higher. Where was she going?

In an instant, the storm had vanished, the threatening skies chased away by the gentle embrace of a blissful, sunny morning. Morana now stood bathed in the first beams of dawn’s light.

"I'm home," she whispered, her gaze fixed on the distant castle.

Hogwarts.

He suddenly opened his eyes, waking from a restless sleep, his body was completely limp.

Thoughts swirled in his head, shadows crawling on the dimly lit ceiling above him. He heard a buzzing in his ears, sounds he couldn't identify... flowing water? He squinted, blinked several times, feeling how his eyelids were terribly heavy, resisting as they tried to retreat back into sleep. He fought this feeling for a moment, moving the muscles of his face, which finally woke up, and gradually, he regained sensation in the rest of his body.

He tilted his head to see where he was.

An enchanted tent? Yes, most likely. He lay in a small bed covered with a blanket, surrounded by books, suitcases, scattered women's clothes, herbs... With difficulty, he turned his head in the other direction, seeking the source of the sound of flowing liquid.

His heart leapt to his throat.

Opposite him, near a makeshift stove, Morana sat on a small stool, washing her hair in a small basin, pouring beer over her head, rubbing it into her scalp, and rinsing it with water from a bucket. Shielded by the curtain of wet strands falling onto her dark dress, she was completely unaware that he had woken up.

"So that's why she always smells like malt..." he smiled blissfully, as if solving this mystery was some extraordinary discovery. Only after a few seconds did it hit him that nothing he was seeing made sense. How did she get here? She was supposed to be in Durmstrang! What was she doing in this cursed forest? What did all this mean? Confused, he began to scrutinize the room.

Behind her, in a corner, a large portrait stood propped against a pile of books, empty. Next to it, on a clothes rack, hung a fur and a mask made from a deer's skull, empty potion vials scattered on the floor... The place was in disarray, as if it was more of a... temporary hideout? He started to worry more. Was Morana hiding something? Had she done something wrong... Merlin, those Aurors hit by the Unforgivable Curse... Morana surely knew this spell from Mr Sallow... Did she use it?

Suddenly, a shadow in the corner of the room moved and approached Aesop quickly, as a giant acromantula the size of a dog jumped onto his stomach, its hundreds of eyes dangerously close to his face.

"Alive, but weak. Can eat?"

The spider spoke in a hoarse voice, making Sharp's eyes widen in fear and fascination. He had read that acromantulas could speak, but he had never encountered one...

"What!? Absolutely not!" Morana shouted, and she pushed her hair back so violently that she fell off the stool, spilling the bucket of water. She clumsily stood up, using a staff for support, and with a tap of its end on the ground, made the puddle disappear and her hair dry. She then addressed the spider in a sharp tone, which was still sitting on Aesop, probably pondering which part of the man to start its meal with. "Tertius, no. Use your three legs and kindly go back to your nest, NOW."

Only now did Aesop notice that the spider was missing some of its legs: some had sad stumps, others were completely gone. The insect grumbled in anger and, insulted, crawled back to the tangle of webs in the corner, indicated by Morana's finger.

She has changed so much.

How long had it been since they'd last seen each other? A few months, maybe a year, or even longer? He had no idea; he’d lost track of time lately… It felt to him like at least a few decades had passed…

Long black curls tumbled uncontrollably down her back, looking as if Mora had combed them with branches rather than a brush; tangled, streaked with glistening silver strands that looked like decorative threads woven into them... Stress, changes, or genetics—any of these could have caused premature graying… Her body had taken on beautiful curves, a few wrinkles had appeared on her delicate, freckled face, her neck and hands were marked with hundreds of runic symbols, and she was dressed in black. He had to admit, she made quite an intimidating impression… She intrigued and fascinated him more than ever.

She stood still, barefoot, uncertain, her gaze fixed on the floor as if ashamed to come closer, nervously clutching the fabric of her dress in her hand, unsure of what to say...

“That gas…” Aesop began in a hoarse voice. “Now I know why I couldn’t recognize it… The elixir that induces anxiety takes on the consistency of a thick fog… and a distinct scent… citrus… You must have added something to mask it… I’m guessing Graphorn urine. Very clever.”

With difficulty, he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his wand lying on the small table beside him. With a tap on his uniform, he transfigured it into his everyday, more comfortable clothes. “Krampus, that was also a smart move…” he continued in a somewhat stern tone. “I once received a card from Torq from Austria for Christmas when he was on assignment with other goblins. I was surprised to see a devil whipping children with a stick, and the caption: Gruß vom Krampus…” He stood and grimaced in pain as his injured leg moved after a prolonged period of stillness, then hobbled closer to her, glaring at her menacingly. “Everything about this clearly points to the fact that, as I suspected, you’re trying to scare others away from the Forbidden Forest… My question is: what is going on here, Morana? What the hell does all of this mean?”

“If he comes closer, I’ll eat him…” growled Tertius warningly from the corner, but Morana calmed him with a wave of her hand. She still couldn’t bring herself to look Aesop in the eye.

Aesop grimaced in frustration and quickly grabbed her chin, lifting it upwards. His unfriendly expression softened slightly when he saw those familiar large, watery blue, kind eyes of the woman, which immediately filled with tears. He trembled, feeling a pang in his heart, which began to race. “Say something, please.” he pleaded with a breaking voice, not knowing what to do, certain that without an answer, he would simply go mad. “People have died, and you’re involved in this… I want to know why…”

Morana bit her lip and confessed with pain, “I lied to you.”

Aesop stepped back, surprised, with even more questions swirling in his mind.

“I’ve been here for several months…” she explained hastily, Sharp stood motionless, listening to her intently, his face marked with surprise. “I lied in the letters so you wouldn’t suspect anything… I hated Durmstrang, it's politics, I missed y... ehm... I decided I could be more useful here, protecting magical creatures… I quickly devised a plan to scare off the Dark Wizard who’s been lurking around here, to somehow track him and cut off the Forest from others… I came up with the idea of Krampus because I was afraid of him as a child; he used to come to the orphanage each Christmas… When I arrived, I encountered Aurors who were fighting an acromantula struck by the same magic as Mr. Moon, the hippogriff, the thestrals… Tertius can talk; he defended himself, begged them to stop… They… When they cast Crucio, I intervened… You see, by lifting curses from others… I’ve become saturated with Dark Magic and am, well, ‘immune’ to it… I warned the Aurors, but they didn’t listen to me, two of them were hit by Avada Kedavra when… it simply bounced off me… I didn’t know what to do, I scared the rest away and immediately cut the Forest off from the World… Things are bad here, Aesop, I’ve had nightmares again… I didn’t tell you about them either… I didn’t want to worry you… I just…” she swallowed her tears and continued. “Isidora helped me make that potion and, yes, I added Graphorn piss to it… I haven’t been able to wash the smell out of my hair for a week… I wouldn’t have come up with that myself, I’m hopeless at potions, you know that well… All the animals are living with me in the tent; I enlarged it, I’m healing those attacked by that scoundrel, I don’t know why he’s so fixated on the Forbidden Forest…”

Morana burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. “I didn’t know you would be here…” she sobbed. “The feather I gave you was a Portkey; it would take you to ‘The Three Broomsticks’ in case of danger… only Sirona knew about it, she wrote to me about Ammit… He’s fine…”

“Well, maybe none of this would have happened if I had been honest with you, if I had admitted that I had been called back to duty… I didn’t want to worry you either.” Aesop sighed deeply, feeling a sense of relief as he realized that Morana hadn’t changed at all and had acted in good faith. A weight lifted from his heart. “I have to admit, you gave me quite a scare… A very clever idea… Now, now… don’t cry.” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and was about to hand it to her, but Morana stepped back and lowered her gaze to the ground again. Her fists clenched. Aesop looked at her questioningly.

“There’s… something else…” she confessed, trembling. “Something that has been bothering me for a long time… and that I’ve started thinking about again recently…” Aesop frowned, not knowing what she was referring to, watching with concern as Morana struggled to confess what was on her mind. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke:

“When I returned, I went with Isidora to talk to the Keepers… I burned the canvas down, so they could never manipulate anyone again, but before I did…” she swallowed hard, and Aesop felt his legs start to tremble with stress. Unfortunately, he slowly began to realize what Morana might be getting at, and his heart pounded in his chest with fear. “I found out that you went to them right after I left Hogwarts…”

“Morana, I…” he interrupted hastily, trying to defuse the situation, but when Morana lifted her gaze and looked him straight in the eyes, he lost his train of thought, seeing the turmoil in her soul, on the brink of madness. He couldn’t read any emotions in her, except desperation.

“Is it true what you confessed to them back then?... That you fell in love with me?”

Aesop felt as if he’d been doused with boiling water, barely able to stay on his feet as his knees buckled.

This was the end, she knew the truth, there was no point in lying.

He stepped back to sit on the bed, knowing he couldn’t hold back, that he was about to cry. He collapsed onto the cot, staring blankly ahead, trembling with fear.

“I’m so sorry, Morana…” he whispered with a heart full of sorrow, feeling the weight of his guilt. “I-I never wanted to hurt you. Never. I’m and old fool… I meant no harm, forgive me. I’m so very sorry…”

Morana stepped closer, piercing him with her gaze.

“D-Do you love me?” she asked again with a firm tone, impatient, demanding a clear answer. Aesop looked at her pleadingly, hoping she wouldn’t make him humiliate himself further, and quickly wiped away the tears that had begun to stream down his thin cheeks, nodding.

“Yes, with all my heart,” he confessed with sadness, and just as he was about to offer her a detailed explanation and assure her that he would never tarnish her honor, she whispered, “Oh, just come to me!” and suddenly found herself on his lap, clinging to his chest, and burst into tears of joy repeating: "Aesop, Aesop, my Silly Aesop..."

He held his breath, surprised, confused, as a pair of small hands cupped his face, wiping his wet skin.

She alternated between smiling and crying, and in her eyes, thousands of sparks flickered as if the entire sky had found a home in her pupils. In them was his entire world, his heart, his soul…

“I had lost hope of seeing you again…” he whispered, completely stunned by the heavenly sight that made everything else meaningless to him. His age, principles, disability… All of it vanished, lost its hold on him. “I wasted so many chances to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I care about you… I was so afraid you’d reject me…” His voice broke. “I never thought that despite everything, fate would give me another chance… To confess my love to you...” he sighed, admiring her beauty, enchanted by some divine magic that Morana seemed to emanate.

She listened to him intently, blushing as she brushed his hair aside, then, finding his ears, she smiled at him as if to say, "Here they are!" She touched his beard, traced the wrinkles by his cheeks, and let her fingers glide along the arch of his brows, until finally, she tenderly touched his scar with one hand. With her free hand, she took his and guided it to her cheek. As Aesop felt her delicate yet marked skin, he instinctively caressed it with gentle strokes of his thumb.

"Oh... Mora," He let out a soft murmur of pleasure and closed his eyes, savoring the moment, feeling the weight of Morana on his lap, the warmth of her body that had never been so close to him before. His heart fluttered, his breathing quickened as a tingling pleasure flowed through his veins, and for a moment he doubted that what was happening was real.

Morana leaned closer, moving even nearer to him. He tenderly wiped away the tears that had slipped from her eyes. He saw she wanted to say something but lacked the courage. He smiled softly, stroking her face and hair, patient.

“Aesop…” she whispered, and the man shuddered at the sound of his name on her lips. “Back at the ball, when I saw you with Miss Flint... And then one of the owls brought me her letter... I followed you, I trailed behind, and when I saw you together in the snow... I startled the Diricawls... They must have caught the werewolf's attention... I didn't mean to... Ugh, I could've harmed you... I'm so sorry.”

Aesop blinked, his mind foggy from Morana’s intoxicating scent. Only after a moment did he recall that "date," which he had gladly erased from memory, and he had to muster all his strength not to burst into laughter. Oh, Mora...

“Silly bird,” he whispered, looking at her kindly. “Were you really that... jealous of me?”

It was probably the least clever question he had ever asked in his entire detective career, considering that the most wonderful woman in the world was sitting on his lap, her hands loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt, and exploring his Adam's apple, moving lower down his neck, sending blissful tingles and waves of warmth through him.

He wanted to hear it from her lips. He needed to know. He wanted to be sure…

“Yes,” Morana said softly, the last sentence nearly inaudible. “I saw you kissing... I couldn’t bear to watch, because you see, I wanted to be in her place…”

She blushed deeply.

“Hmm... It wasn’t a pleasant experience at all, and one could say the werewolf was a bit of a relief... Because, you see... I only want to kiss you,” she said quietly, with a slightly mischievous tone, feeling as if he was slowly talking nonsense, smiling gently as she caressed his cheek, trying to stifle the shout of delight that filled her chest like air inflating a balloon. He was on the verge of bursting, of dancing with joy, of pure madness...

Morana’s eyes lit up and she said:

“I came back only because... I learned the truth, that everything good in life seems to lead back to you, every single time, so I ran to you, because when I'm beside you I...” LINK TO AURORA's SONG

Aesop trembled, enchanted by her words, and he stared at her lips, longing to kiss them... to taste them. He moved closer, hesitantly wrapped his arms around her, but as her body yielded to his touch, he pulled her even closer, feeling her thighs glide against his, burning his skin even through the thick fabric of his trousers... She was in his arms, only his. He didn’t want any other woman in them, only her. The person with whom he felt like himself, with whom he was safe, and whom he wanted to protect.

“I feel like I exist for your love…” Morana confessed, their breaths mingling together. “Only for your love.”

Aesop placed the gentlest kiss on her soft lips and felt a wave of elation blossom within him, the same elation that made Morana wrap her arms around his neck, basking in the warmth of his body, her heart pounding in her chest. They held each other so tightly, as if they feared they might lose one another, that this moment might evaporate, their hands clutching at each other’s clothes... Mora took a deep breath, brushing her lips against his chin; the tickling of his soft, scruffy beard, with its intoxicating scent, made her head spin, her stomach twist, and her thoughts drift aimlessly, presenting her with new ideas that she immediately acted upon: touching the hair on his chest, brushing her lips against his neck, stroking his belly and hips... She was amazed that he allowed her to do all of this, and every touch of hers was reciprocated; his fingers slid the strap of her dress down and caressed her shoulders, then her back, gently massaging her nape, creeping toward her waist, stroking and encircling it... She melted under his every touch, moving like blades of grass swayed by the breeze...

Aesop licked his lips slightly, fearing they were dry, and kissed her again, and again, pressing her tighter to his chest... She yielded to him with a blissful smile, knowing he was shy, that he was uncertain, returning even the briefest kisses...

Aesop felt a growing warmth, a rising excitement that began to cloud his mind, like a strong drink... He brushed Morana’s lower lip with his tongue and gently caught it with his teeth, sucking for a fraction of a second. The soft moan of pleasure that escaped her lips made him feel a bit bolder... He did it again...

Morana giggled and unexpectedly parted her lips, and their tongues intertwined in a kiss. He let out a deep groan, feeling a bolt of pleasure surge through his body, awakening his masculinity... Morana, too, felt the growing excitement, and each time he plunged into her mouth, a pleasant tingling coursed through her body, from her tongue through her chest, ending in delightful sensations in her nether regions. She felt herself growing wetter, longing to shed her dress... But this was their first moment of such closeness; it was too soon for something more... At least for him. He was still afraid of intimacy... It had been so many years. She sensed that despite the hardness in his groin, he avoided her touch, moved his hips away... When he could no longer shift away, and Morana felt the steady, strong throbs against her thighs through the fabric of his trousers, she broke the kiss, gently stroking his cheek, watching him closely. She knew his fears. She understood, though she was herself aroused to the point of madness, longing to sink her hand into his pants, from which heat radiated against her body. But she restrained herself, wanting him to feel safe with her.

Confused by his body’s reaction, he shifted in place, and the movement made his knee suddenly ache. He hissed in pain. Morana immediately got off his lap and, concerned, sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

He took her hand, caressing and kissing it apologetically, then took a deep breath and confessed, bewildered, “I definitely wasn’t prepared for you to return my feelings... The way you look at me, the way you touch me, Merlin, it makes me want you more and more…” He shifted and, with a quick, almost imperceptible movement, adjusted his trousers as if trying to hide the obvious bulge. “I need to learn that wanting to make love with you isn’t something to be ashamed of… Oh, Merlin, I fell a bit pathetic...”

Morana felt a pang of disappointment that today they won't be more intimate, but only for a fraction of a second... Seeing how embarrassed and distressed he was getting, she quickly said, “That gas must have really worn you out.... You slept for several hours, Isidora said you might still feel unwell and anxious...”

“Hmmm, good work,” Sharp acknowledged and swallowed tears, nodding in approval of Morana’s potion. “I’ll have to contact the Ministry tomorrow. report everything and, oh, Merlin, lie a bit, but first… Can we just cuddle for a while? And then... Would you have dinner with me and tell me everything that’s been happening with you during this time? I’ve missed you so much...”

Morana smiled broadly and helped him take off his jacket and tie, and settled him comfortably in bed, then lay down on his chest, which lifted her a few centimeters as he inhaled... She listened to his heart, his breathing, relishing the melody they created as they blended together. Aesop grabbed her by the waist and pulled her higher as if she weighed nothing, placing her head on his shoulder, then covered them both with a blanket and gazed deeply into her eyes, holding her close like the most precious treasure.

Though the excitement that had coursed through their veins a moment ago had cooled, the warmth that kindled their chests from within continued to grow.

After a dinner eaten sitting up in bed (Merlin, neither of them had eaten much lately, and the mushroom soup tasted like a gourmet dish), they lay together for several hours, talking about their feelings, their current affairs, about what they had been doing while they were apart, cuddling until sweet kisses lulled them to sleep.

They were overcome by a strange sensation, as if they had been together for many years already, for the caresses came as naturally to them as the shared sleep.

[mycatsaidwhat]

things i’ve heard english majors say pt. 17

-not capitalizing I’s in poetry was a moment in tumblr history but that moment is gone and we don’t have to do that anymore 

-have you ever killed off a main character in any of your stories?

Like physically?

-I’m almost done with this stupid discussion post and then I’m gonna go for a stupid walk before I make any more stupid decisions about my stupid life

-I read over 55 poems for the lit mag and I read 46 pages of an 18th century diary for my American revolution class and yet the most productive thing I’ve done today is adding “Scarborough” to my list of name for future pets

-what’s my specialty? Prose-poetry nonfiction vignettes about the generation z experience 

What the fuck? 

-go to class, just don’t run into a guy who you ask to be the father of your children on the way there 

-we’re running on poet time, so the event is gonna go late for sure

-killing off a main character is so original that it’s unoriginal. Living people can make you cry too, John Green and Suzzanne Collins and me

-I’m all concept, no practicality

-someone pry the word slay from my cold dead hands

-I don’t know why I like poems that are, like, gross

-not to be a prude but I would have liked the poem more if it was in a more traditional format

-most shitty poetry of this era can be traced back to the grip that milk and honey had on us for a good year there

-this piece looks like it was mauled by a thesaurus

-don’t look at me using slash marks in a poem it’s a stylist choice and it isn’t cliche yet

-I can hardly keep living at all, in any condition

-I’ve been at college for two and a half years, I know how to bullshit for 10 pages

-I changed what I was going to read six or seven times since we started this open mic–

*deafening* MOOD

-ugh, is it really necessary to submit portfolios for job positions with literary magazines? 

Everyone: YES

-yeah, Buzzfeed used to be into deep long-form journalism. And now it’s not. 

-hey, there’s no mirrors in your apartment

Well duh 

-honey, I’m an English major with minors in political science and American studies, critiquing the American Dream is what I do 

-English majors love to read right that’s what we all say even though we don’t 

-I should really go get a green-colored juice so I eat a vegetable 

-the idea of a very hungry spider patrolling our house is terrifying but also like. Kind of on brand for us

-I titled my creative nonfiction collection “The Hauntings and Homelands of One-Cent Treasures” and I need you to be proud of me that I came up with a title at all

That’s literally so sexy 

-if you tell the teacher that it’s my turn to talk, I will kill myself in front of you

Don’t do that, then I’d have to write a poem about you

You’re welcome

-don’t you get free tuition if your roommate kills themselves?

Is that written down somewhere?

-are we all just unstable then?

We’re creative writing majors, there’s some sort of preamble there to not be okay

-an undergrad never asks for permission. We walk into rooms and say we should be here

[vladdyissues]

hhhh, what if Danny was a secret witch in training that changes into a badger willingly and Vlad is also able to change and they do so as an escape and accidentally become each others familiars unknowingly?

Two familiars who are each their own familiar, getting familiar with one another—familiar to the fifth power, I like it! What would Vlad's animal form be? A wolf? A cat? Some cheese-eating medieval horror from the kingdom of West Consin? Perhaps the king of West Consin itself?

Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parm, Brie, Swiss, Ricotta and Tomme

[kwebtv]

Let Them Eat Cake - BBC One - September 9, 1999 - October 14, 1999

Sitcom (6 Episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Jennifer Saunders as Colombine, Comtesse de Vache

Dawn French as Lisette

Adrian Scarborough as Monsieur Bouffant

Alison Steadman as Madame de Plonge (episodes 1, 2, 4, 6)

Lucy Punch as Eveline de Plonge (episodes 1, 2, 4, 6)

Elizabeth Berrington as Marie Antoinette (episodes 1, 4, 6)

Julian Rhind-Tutt as Marie Antoinette's Advisor (episodes 1, 4, 6)

Linda Spurrier as 1st Aristocratic Woman (episodes 2, 3, 6)

Maggie Whiting as 2nd Aristocratic Woman (episodes 2, 3, 6)

Guest Stars:

James Greene as the Comte de Vache (episodes 1 & 4)

Adam James as the Marquis de Bonvie (episode 1)

Philip Voss as Physician (episode 1)

Richard E. Grant as Monsieur Vigée-Lebrun (episode 3)

Maggie Steed as Madame Vigée-Lebrun (episode 3)

Kathy Burke as Cecile (episode 5)

Louisa Lytton as Little Girl (episode 5)

[hedgiwithapen]

MAWS AU - the Kryptonite sphere does not get brought to Thanksgiving and the ship doesn't activate. All the drama is interpersonal :)

(obviously: set during the Hearts of the Fathers, spoilers ahoy) The kitchen smelled wonderful, the roasting turkey, the  hot honeybutter rolls, James's yams with marshmallows, potatoes with enough herbs for all of scarborough fair.  Martha had prided herself on a  cozy kitchen, a welcoming home. 

"What do you mean, an enemy?" Martha Kent interrupted her husband's good natured advice to their son. Her Clark did not call people enemies.  Oh, they'd taught him well, he tried to see the best in people like Jonathan, but he also knew to believe people when they showed him who they were. When he'd come home in second grade with blood on his shirt sleeve from a fight, he'd been honest about it-- bullies. When he'd lost a chess match in the finals to a cheater,  Clark had used words like 'opponent.' 

"Um," Clark said. Ma thought about what she'd read in the article, about that Mr. Ivo and his attack on Metropolis. 

"Clark. Who's the enemy?"

"I..."

"Ma, really, you don't--"

"I don't what?" she asked. "Clark. What happened?" she reached up to put a hand on his cheek, tilting his face down so she could see him. His eyes had a haunted look in them. Someone had scared her baby. 

"I didn't want to worry you," he said. "General Lane..."

"He's not the nicest man," Ma started to say, out of a sense of hospitality. Lois's father was, after all, a guest. "Clark. Is this just that he's made Lois feel bad? Tell me the truth."

"No," Clark said. "I...I didn't know he was her dad. He--"

"What did he do?" Ma said, a chill like the worst of winter icing her words. 

"He caught me," Clark said, looking down. Not at her. At his wrists, like he expected something other than skin and shirtsleeves and Jonathan's best cufflinks to be there. "He said I was responsible, all those people who died...that I'm an invader." The words spilled out of her baby's mouth, the same way they had when he'd talked about needing to quit the football team, like his pain wasn't worth anything. 

"Oh," Ma said, quietly. "Oh, Clark. Oh, don't you worry, honey. You stay right here. I'll take care of this."

"Martha," Jonathan said warningly, knowing enough about his wife that the turkey was no longer the priority. 

Ma ignored him, reaching up on her tiptoes to take down her grandmother's cast iron skillet. It had always served her family well, no matter what purpose it was needed for.. "Jon, you stay with Clark. I'm not having that man eat at our table."

"Ma, no!" Clark protested. The kitchen door started to open.

"Clark. You may have all those powers, but I am your mother. That man tried to kill you." Ma insisted.

"Hey, I'm just grabbing the--what." Jimmy stared. "Uh. Mrs. Kent?"

"James," she said, smiling. " You can take the yams out in a minute, dear. I need to settle something with our intruder."

"Indrude--ma, no!" Clark followed her, his long strides a match for three of hers, but she still reached the living room first.

"Get out of my house," Ma said to the General, interrupting whatever silent, awkward conversation had been happening between him and Lois. 

"Excuse me?" he said, standing, automatically shifting his feet. Ma narrowed her eyes. She knew a defensive stance when she saw one.

"Lois, honey, you can stay. But he's not welcome."

"What's going on?" Lois asked. "Clark?" The look on his face caught her breath. "Clark?"

"The General," Clark said, hollowly. "Lois, please tell me you didn't know."

"Know wha--"Lois looked green as she registered the Important Capitals. "Oh, oh my god. Dad. Tell me you didn't."

"Didn't what? Lois, what is this?" The General looked almost bewildered. Ma wasn't sure if it made her angrier that he might be pretending not to know what he'd done, or if he was really so blind that it didn't matter. She was angry all the same. “Tell me you didn’t kidnap and try to murder my boyfriend!” Lois exploded. Ma felt a rush of kinship with the girl. She could stay as long as she liked.

"You're the one who kidnapped Superman? And attacked Cadmus?" Jimmy finally pieced it together. 

"How do you know about any of that?" The General asked, eyes still on the threat.

Ma gripped the skillet by the handle, forcing his attention back to her, taking two deliberate steps to place herself between her son and the couch where a monster in uniform -metaphorical uniform, anyways, though not metaphorically a monster-  stood. "General, It’s best you leave now. If you come near any of my children again, so help me, the pigs down at the Anderson's get mighty hungry in winter. Now git."

[fyreflys]

You know, as I was driving home from a job interview yesterday I thought to myself “hey, I kind of feel like finally working on Swan Upon Leda”. And then decided I would when I got home.

So that didn’t happen. Instead I spent the rest of my day (~6 hours) trying to recreate “Scarborough Fair” in My Singing Monsters.

Today after work I thought I’d work on it. Instead I passed out and took a 3 hour nap & was jarred awake by my mother to eat dinner and then get ready for bed. So. Unsuccessful once again. But at least I’m thinking about working on it (& wanting to), right?

For context I have STILL barely touched the final two chapters since the last time I updated the fic. 🫠 I’m embarrassed.

Um. So I guess take this instead since I spent a stupid amount of time trying to make it work (?)

[naomiknight-17]

I like to watch spooky story videos and the like on YouTube and I have noticed something

Every single 'something scary happens in the woods/while camping/hiking TRUE story!' video boils down to

"I saw (a) guy(s). They were weird and threatening!"

Like. That's it?

I live in Scarborough. If I want to be scared by a weird threatening guy all I have to do is go for a walk after dark

Gimme spooky stories with WEIRD SHIT man. I want Bigfoot. I want ghosts! I want a BEAR EATING YOUR TENT at the VERY LEAST

COME ON