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[iriswestallenn]

The final season of Ted Lasso wasn't good

Long Post Warning

In my opinion of course, it was just wasn't very good and the finale was bad.

They didn't know what to do with Keeley. Her friend, Shandy, didn't add anything. Her relationship with Jack was stupid. Jack fucking with Keeley's business didn't matter because it was resolved in one episode thanks to Rebecca. Then they decided to make the love triangle a thing again. We'll come back to that later.

Nate lmao you can forgive people. They don't need to bend the knee or buy you flowers for you to forgive them or to prove they are worthy of forgiveness. All they need to do is show they've changed, grown, and learned from their mistakes. The problem with Nate is not that they ALL forgave his slimy ass. The problem is we never see the change. He cries to his dad, he gets a gf, he realizes Rupert is an asshole. We spend no time with Nate being worthy of forgiveness to THE RICHMOND TEAM. He gets the girl and he's cured of his asshole-ness. The girl in question btw? Bland. No personality, we don't know why they like each other. The end.

Sam and Zava. Nonsense. Colin's storyline was cool. I like that he didn't want to be an out player because he didn't want to be the spokesperson for that or for that to be his main identity. A good amount of time was spent on that story and I liked it (see I can like things) but the same can't be said for Sam and Zava. They gave Sam a racism storyline which resulted in his restaurant getting vandalized and the end. No, wait, I'm sorry! Sam is gonna keep shattered glass in the restaurant as a reminder of the criminal act because... believe??? Never mind that could injure the guests, we're an inspirational show people we gotta keep inspiring! All Zava did was get Jamie to want to be better. That's it. So much of Zava should have been cut, oh my god.

Ted. Who? Barely in the final season. Apparently has had panic attacks since his father passed away and his mom knew and just ignored them? Episode 3 (I think) Ted reached for alcohol and we just skated past that. I have no idea how Ted is doing lmao if he's "obviously" doing well, I couldn't tell you how he got there. We got so many fucking shots of his therapist during the finale. More than we did the entirety of season 3. Oh well I guess hope he's happier back home

Maybe I'm being dramatic but Beard and his gfs relationship came off super toxic but they're married now so who cares I guess

Rebecca spent the whole show obsessed with Rupert and when we finally got away from that, surprise! She wants kids. Okay... sure. It's not easy to get over a man you loved who treated you like shit and who you felt robbed you of so many years. I'm not saying she should have gotten over it quicker. I just feel disappointed this was her whole story. There could have been so much more for Rebecca but instead all we got was her getting back at her ex and finding a new man on a boat and kids and blah blah blah

Roy and Jamie. My favorite part of the season. Jamie's arc was excellent and the actor did a fantastic job. Brett Goldstein is also great and has been at this acting/writing thing since 2005! I am so happy he finally got this huge show. Roy is such a cool fucking character. Too bad they went to shit in ONE EPISODE. Okay, I'm being a bit dramatic, I'm glad Roy went to therapy in the end there but that bar scene irritated me. - Actually we fucked last month. - Well that video was sent to me! What the fuck??? Gross gross gross. They put Keeley back in the love triangle and then gave no real resolution? She chose herself? Okay. Can we get a scene of her realizing both these dudes need to work on themselves and she doesn't want either of them ever again or? No? We're just gonna shut the door? Oh okay.

Overall, I'm just disappointed. I know no one will read this but Ted Lasso was a comfort show for me at one point. It premiered in 2020 when we all needed something wholesome and funny. Shame it couldn't stick the landing for me.

[katriinamary]

El Camino de Santiago - SJPDP > Santiago de Compostela

Day 25 - 9th September - Trabadelo > O Cebriero

Day 26 - 10th September - O Cebriero > A Balsa

Day 27 - 11th September - A Balsa > Ferreiros

Despite the good food, I didn't sleep well at Trabadelo. Slow start, good shower before we left. It was misty and cold as we left, and lots of walking along the highway. Stopped in at a nice bakery for coffee, tortilla patate and treats, much better value than albergue breakfast. Slow walking - started to get hilly around 12km, just before La Faba. Nice trails through the trees, and then very steep, long uphill sections, with lots of loose large gravel.

Stopped at La Faba for a toilet break, shandy and ice cream, with great views back over the valley. Continued up to La Laguna. The last section was so hot hot and steep, and super sweaty. We had a beer, and some terrible food, and then just a few kms to O Cebriero.

Arriving in O Cebriero, there was another fiesta on. Lots of markets with mostly clothes, nothing really exciting. Dinner at pub, checked out the concert for around 5 minutes. Pretty funny, but so cold!! Nice sunset.

Late start out of O Cebriero, such an amazing view over the valley as we leave the albergue. Start off the walk with loads of uphill, with some really steep sections. Went through small towns, stopped at Triacastela for a couple of big beers on the edge of town, then in the middle of town for lunch. Had steak, eggs, chips, and some fish bites. Lots of cats around!

Short walk into A Balsa, to the albergue El Beso. It was a highly recommended albergue, but we ended up being the only guests. Spent some time relaxing, reading in hammocks - next to a 900 year old chestnut tree. The bunk room was really cool, rustic wooden bunks, and the bathrooms were nice, stone bathrooms. Dinner was great, pumpkin soup with toasted seeds, rice, veges and hummus. All homemade, and so delicious.

Late start out of A Balsa, as we both didn't sleep well. Uphill to start, quite steep. Stopped in for coffee and croissant at Pintin. Arriving in Sarria for lunch. Found a nice Italian place, had Tinto de Verano, pizza (chorizo and blue cheese) and lasagne. Super filling and yum.

Off on our way, no accommodation booked. Tried Morgade, no luck. The walk was nice, lots of stone walls, and greenery. The private albergue at Ferreiros was closed for staff, but luckily there was space at the municipal. Basic, but fine. Luckily we found a pub 400m down the road for some dinner, as we had no food. Big portions, and good dessert.

[lordterronus]

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[robinruns]

I had gotten rid of my work anxiety by getting things done and actually feeling good when I left today. And we went to dinner and felt good. And now my mom's like "oh Shandy's thrown up, she seems like she doesn't feel well" and it's like great cool super and here is my anxiety all back again. Like now I feel nauseous. Fuck.

[maggotmouth]

7 to 10

7: how was/is your home life? were/are you happy?

     “uh... it was alright ? pretty good, actually. i mean my dad’s a super solid guy, now. he’s like a cool older pal you can go for a beer with, but he made some questionable decisions in the past, like pulling me out of school to move to a literal commune. abernathy creek is just, like, one massive dysfunctional family, so that comes with all the weird shit you’d expect. think i’d seen more rogue penises by age twelve than most people will see in a lifetime — it was like... growing up like a feral little mole rat, to be honest. no one was really checking to see if you got home from school because they were perpetually tripping. thank fuck i had magda, or i’d probably have gone like, legit insane. still, it was probably better than some. not to be all like, fake woke or whatever, but is anyone super happy ? i think there’s this very millennial idea that the grass is always greener and that means that no matter what your childhood was like, you’re always thinking... that wasn’t the best. i’ve yet to hear anyone actually say ‘i had a pretty happy childhood’ who wasn’t straight up lying to my face.”

8: do you keep in contact with your family? why/why not?

    “never seen my mom outside of a polaroid from the 90s, but it’s never really bothered me. just not a homebird i guess. apparently i got my restlessness from her. dad lives in irving so it’d be pretty tough not to see him. sometimes he comes into scoobs and asks specifically to be served by me, just so he can order like... the most obnoxious thing on the menu. i’ll have a white russian, a mojito and a lager shandy.  anyone who orders mojitos is doing it just to see the bartender squirm. seriously, no one likes the taste of mojitos, unless you’re like, legit psycho.” 

9: what kind of student were you in school?

     “not a good one. not a bad one. just one bobbing head in the ocean of painfully average kids who fly under the radar. there were a few times in my life when i thought i’d make it to college. obviously we would never have been able to afford it but as a kid i thought they just handed out big-ass scholarships left, right and centre to anyone who didn’t tick ‘caucasian’ on the form so they could give themselves a pat on the back and feel like they’ve single-handedly cured the world of systemic racism. still, i’m probably gonna go to college one day. not an ivy league, mind, i wanna go to a historically black university like howard or spelman to read criminology or anthropology or something to do with people.” 

10: were you a troublemaker or a stickler for rules?

    “oh, like, a hundred percent troublemaker, but like, the kind that rarely get caught, you know ? i mean sure, i got a few detentions but not nearly as many as i deserved. i’m so good at lying. it’s like my superpower. like sometimes the lies would just fall out of my mouth before they were even fully-formed and even i’d be impressed with me.”

[raydorcakes]

Just finished my first ever Shandy smut scene for an upcoming WIP. Since it’s my first and I’m super worried it’s garbage, I’m posting it for feedback and review purposes. Please let me know what you think! Simply click below the “Keep Reading” for the smutty stuff

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17 Years Ago

Sharon Raydor approached the Evidence Room, hopeful to take a damaged cell phone from her most recent case before Robbery-Homicide got ahold of it. She reached for the doorknob, key raised, surprised to find the door propped open just a sliver. Sharon cautiously pushed on the door, its squealing hinges giving her away much earlier than she had wanted. She heard footsteps coming towards her, and a moment later the door was forcefully swung the rest of the way open by Andy Flynn, the cell phone Sharon had come for in his jacket pocket, the red evidence label exposed. 

“Stealing evidence, Sergeant?” Sharon questioned as she pushed past him into the centre of the room and turned to glare at him. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Andy replied, and just as he was about to leave the room, Sharon’s voice stopped him. 

They’d had this argument a thousand times before, and they’d have it a thousand more if either of them had anything to do with it.

“The phone from the Figueroa case.” Andy turned to her, not surprised to find her arms crossed and eyes pointed in his direction. “FID has priority. Hand it over.” She outstretched her palm, waiting for him to remove the offending item from his pocket. 

“You have priority? How the hell does that make any sense? I’m holding onto it so you can’t get your mitts on it and steal it from us. Looks like I got to it just in time.”

“Sergeant, I suggest you remember who you’re speaking to.” Sharon returned as she stepped towards him, arms still crossed and eyes narrowed. “FID is involved to investigate Officer Comas. He and Figueroa have had run-ins in the past, and it’s my job to prove that Comas acted appropriately. Please, the phone.”

Andy closed the door and turned to her, only a few feet from him, close enough he could smell her subtle perfume. He hadn’t noticed it before, or maybe he’d been too hungover to care. Now, however; everything felt amplified, including his rage. “Miguel Figueroa was beaten to death, and you haven’t closed Comas’s case already? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You want the phone for what?”

“To prove that Comas didn’t premeditate this murder; that he didn’t involve other officers.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Andy breathed again as he sighed and pushed past Sharon. “A man is dead, not from a gunshot wound, but because he was kicked and beaten to death. You know just as well as I do that that isn’t protocol. I can’t believe you get paid the big bucks to investigate common sense.”

“Sergeant, the phone. I’ll listen to the voicemails and give it right back. I can even return it directly to you if you’d like.” There’s a devious smirk on her face, like she’s begging Andy to fight her. 

Andy took a step closer to Sharon, their faces close enough together that Andy could feel the heat of Sharon’s breath. “Fuck you.” Andy returned, ready to argue with her to keep the phone, but when she looked up at him, he got distracted by her deep green eyes.

He acted without thinking, grabbed her face and met her lips with his, just one kiss at first, but when Sharon didn’t step away, didn’t slap him, didn’t flinch against his touch, he kissed her once more, deeper, stronger this time, until they were both lost in the kiss. They continued to kiss, Andy’s hands still cupping her face, and when he pulled her closer, he felt Sharon’s heels lift up out of her shoes. She was standing on her toes, trying to reach him in a way he’d never seen her before. 

When Andy took a step forward, Sharon replied by stepping one back. They continued this dance until the back of Sharon’s legs pressed against the evidence table, and in one swift motion, Andy had picked her up and sat her on it, their lips never parting. 

Sharon started to say something, but the words died in her throat, replaced by only a hum as Andy kissed her neck and began to unbutton her shirt. When Andy had finished his task and Sharon's shirt fell from her shoulders she shivered, the Evidence Room air cold against her bare skin. Without much thought she grabbed ahold of Andy’s tie and pulled him to her, her lips crashed against his as his hands kneaded her breasts and traced the soft flesh of her bare stomach with the utmost care. 

“Andy,” Sharon breathed, and Andy pulled away from her, taken aback by the use of his first name. He wasn’t sure she’d ever called him that before. 

“Sharon,” he responded, but when he leaned back in to kiss her once more she stopped him and undid his tie before setting to work on his shirt. Andy shrugged out of his jacket and threw it onto an evidence box, far too focused on Sharon to care where it landed. Once Sharon had finished with his shirt he tossed it aside, captured her lips once more and knotted one of his hands deep within her hair. 

When Andy tightened his grip on her hair, tilted her head back, and began to nip at the soft skin of her neck, she knew she needed to be closer to him. She reached for his belt and fumbled with it for a moment before loosening it, then unzipping his pants and pushing both them and his underwear down his legs. 

Andy knew where this was going, and despite that he paused, took a step back, and looked Sharon over. “Are you sure?”

She closed her eyes, swallowed deeply, then looked to him before responding, “Yes,” her voice ragged. 

Andy quickly filled the gap he had created between the two of them; he kissed her strongly again, enjoying the pressure of her lips against his as his hand crept beneath her skirt. He immediately felt the contrast of Sharon’s warmth to the coolness of his fingers, and soon Sharon was writhing beneath his hand, mumbling words Andy couldn’t hear. He withdrew his fingers and leaned over Sharon, now laying on the table, and kissed her as he aligned himself, Sharon letting out a moan against his cheek as he thrust into her. 

“God, Andy,” Sharon let out between exasperated breaths, Andy pinning her hands above her head as he leaned in and kissed her for what felt like the thousandth time. 

Andy watched her as he continued his work, admired the swell of her breasts, the rosy pallor that had started on her face but was creeping down her neck, her chest, and finally to her stomach. He liked it on her, that colour of lust, and he found himself imagining all too vividly what it would feel like to know her again, to hear her squirming with ecstasy, to feel the heat radiating from her skin, to taste the mixture of sweat and perfume that oozed from her every pore. 

Sharon moaning broke him from his trance and he quickened his pace, pushing into her while grabbing her hips and pulling her deeper into him as well. When he felt her tighten around him, he knew he didn’t have much time left. Soon, he came, and he made quick work of pushing back Sharon's skirt and bringing her to climax, her back arched and nails dug into his hair. 

Once they had both finished and Sharon sat up, they looked at each other, both rosy-cheeked and short of breath, unsure where things would go from here. Sharon hopped off of the table and slipped back into her heels before finding her shirt and threading her arms through the sleeves. She left her shirt unbuttoned as she made her way around the room, picking up Andy’s jacket and shirt as he pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. She handed him his clothing and looked to him, admired his toned chest. It made her want to kiss him again, but she knew that was off the table. What happened tonight could never happen again, she’d promised herself, no matter how much fun it had been. Once Andy was dressed he turned and left the Evidence Room without another word, leaving Sharon by herself. 

The room smelled like the two of them, and it was intoxicating in every way. Sharon took a deep breath as she buttoned her shirt, and she stepped out of the Evidence Room only a moment later. 

That night she went home, kissed her children, told them how much she loved them. She opened and closed the Figueroa/Comas case without the use of the phone that she had ultimately decided to let Sergeant Flynn keep. She went to bed that night and slept better than she had in years, a smile on her face and a warmth in her stomach, already missing the feeling of Flynn’s hands in her hair. 

[lordterronus]

@shandycandy278

i made these self wing hug emotes yesterday for a friend & wanted to share :]]

feel free to use in your servers but please credit me! (i keep forgetting to put this on posts lolol)

[valetudincrian]

Christmas went surprisingly good, I am so grateful 😭 and I got the coolest gift ever. A copy of Tristram Shandy from 1884 which is my grandfather’s favorite book so now I’ll be reading it. I got a newer copy too so I don’t ruin this super cool old one though.

I hope everyone else is having a great Christmas if you celebrate it, otherwise happy holidays 🤍

[imagine-loki]

Irked

Title: Irked

Author lokilover9

Chapter 11

Original Imagine: Imagine due to having highly effective telekinesis, Tony Stark seeks you out and hires you. Loki’s been forced to live there by Odin and help on missions when needed, making penance to Midgardians. Prior to moving into the Tower, you learn of his superior and arrogant attitude and upon being introduced, immediately dislike him. Particularly because he looks at you like your his next meal.

Warnings: None

Notes: I apologize to my readers as it’s been a bit since I submitted a chapter of Irked, and for those of you reading Taming the Rage, the same. I’ve struck major writers block due to life becoming all consuming, but will do my best to continue with both. Sooo….At the end of chapter ten, Shandi had no sooner apologized to Loki for thinking he gave her food poisoning, when the brat subtly threatened a spanking. And now the saga continues.

Never, as an adult, had Shandi received, or desired a spanking, yet hearing it insinuated in Loki’s alluring voice, only added to her growing perplexity with him.

“Do you really think you’d get away with spanking me?” She asked.

“Pshh, I only mentioned putting you over my knee. If spankings are your thing however, I’m free upon returning to the house and would happily indulge you.”

“Seriously Loki? How can you be so thoughtful one minute and so damn..agitating the next?”

“It’s in my nature.”

She sighed, heavily. “How forgetful of me. You will not ‘indulge’ me in anything of the sort and I suggest you keep driving. I still need new shoes.”

His lips pursed at her un amused expression. “I’m sorry, was that a threat darling?”

“Shoes Loki!”

The first store they found had what she wanted, but the clerk needed to search the back for her size. She sat while waiting and Loki stood close, legs slightly apart and hands cupped together at his front.

“Must you appear so intimidating?” She whispered.

“Yes I must.”

“Why?”

He leaned down, hovering his cheek next to hers, his voice husky and low. “I’m rather possessive of my spouse. No one touches her, but me.”

Battling a sudden urge to tighten her thighs together, she looked away as he stood again. ‘How did this happen?’ She thought. My first first major mission and I’m knocked up by an alien God whose voice alone crumbles my every moral thought.’

Continuing, Loki eyed her from his peripheral vision. “Something on your mind? Perhaps a skinny dip in the pool later would soothe your rosy complexion, hm?”

‘Oh lord.’

Much to her relief, the clerk reapproached. “Our last size seven ma’am. If you’ll just remove your shoes, I can…”

Loki took the box with a smile. “Thank you, but I’ll assist from here.”

Once her sneakers were off, he squatted, resting her bare foot amidst his palm and decided to wiggle a finger between her toes. The joke was on him however, when Shandis reflexes sprung into action and jerked her foot upwards, kicking him beneath the chin. He froze with an arched brow and she couldn’t refrain from chuckling.

“Oh dear. Did ‘ems forget how ticklish I am there Clifford?”

“Apparently so ‘Lizzy’ and I highly suspect you enjoyed that.”

“Ohhh, you’ve no idea.”

Loki waited until they were back in the car. “You may come to regret your amusement at my expense.”

“Poor darling.” She teased. “Did ‘ems little wifey kick ‘ems too hard in the chinny chin chin and now ‘ems offended?”

“Eh he he he. Would ‘ems little wifey like her spouse to follow up on his previous indulgence offer?”

“Don’t even think about it Clifford.”

Amidst the the towns core, was a large park with landscaped flower beds, benches and several paths, that followed a stream throughout. Loki unexpectedly stopped there and opened his door.

“Nice place for a walk. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Before she’d a chance to protest, he was aiding her out of the car again and smiled when she willingly took his hand.

“Good girl, obeying the rules.”

“Rules?” She sarcastically asked.

“Why, yes. Besides carrying my child, how else are we to convince others you adore me?”

She whispered her response. “This baby isn’t yours if you recall, me being a shameless tart and all, so don’t expect much beyond the basics.”

Loki placed a hand to his heart. “Such cruel and hurtful words you speak darling. Having promised my undying love for this child, no matter who the father. I’m terribly wounded.”

A smirk formed on lips and she followed suit. “You’re a real pain, you know that Clifford? I can’t decide who the bigger Diva is at times, you or Tony.”

“I think it’s safe to say we’d point a finger at each other.”

“I can actually picture you two in a heated conversation about that. Sarcasm so thick you could cut a knife through it, testosterone oozing from the walls.”

“Tony and I have had several heated conversations. Mostly because I find him entertaining to annoy.”

Her brows rose. “Nooo, really? ‘Only’ Tony?”

“Such unfounded accusations you keep voicing. I’m wounded twice now Lizzy.”

“Oh they’re founded alright and there’s not a guilty bone in my body.”

“Is that so? Are you aware that in Asgard, I could have you sent to the dungeons for speaking to me in such a manner?”

“Then lead the way as I’ve no issues saying what’s on my mind.”

His eyes playfully narrowed. “So I’ve learned. It seems to be a common occurrence in women of this realm. Natasha, Pepper and Jane are the same. Especially Kroshka.”

“Kroska?” She asked.

“It basically means ‘sweetums’ in Russian. I’ve used it sarcastically and kindly, yet still receive Cactus or ‘prick’ mostly in return. She’s a unique and skilled set of talents for one with no super powers and quite an intelligent woman.”

“You like Nat?”

“I’ve no longer any qualms with her. Since returning, she’s the only one who’s granted me any real kindness, despite minute.”

A part of Shandi felt bad for Loki, despite understanding the others distrust of him. She knew no matter how much good he continued doing, it would always remain and that had to be tough to accept. Still, she’d never tolerate his crap.

“So females who stand up for and defend themselves, are they a problem for you?”

“Not necessarily. As princes, Thor and I are used to women being subservient and obedient, always aiming to appease. Some Midgardian cultures appear to enforce the same, yet in yours, women present a challenge. I find it intriguing, yet also slightly amusing.”

“Why amusing?” She asked.

The glance he shot her sent a shiver down her spine. “In certain regards, they’d inevitably succumb to defeat. Let’s change the subject, hm?”

She let go of his hand when a large bush of pink peonies caught her attention. Loki followed, noting her admiration for them.

“I gather these are a favorite?”

“Tulips are my first, but they only bloom in spring.“ She inhaled their light scent, then turned to him. "What are gardens like on Asgard?”

He smiled at her almost childlike curiosity. “Not that I’m bias.” He replied. “Yet Midgards are nothing in comparison. Our flowers alone are more vibrant in color, potent in fragrance and tend to be rather ‘exotic’ in appearance.” ‘Much like you.’ He thought.

They walked in silence for a bit when coming across a young teen selling something. He explained that during the summer months, most who worked in the towns core, would take lunch over the next couple of hours, while feeding the many birds amidst the trees. After buying a small bag, they seeked out a shaded bench where she dabbed beads of sweat from her face with a tissue.

"Wow. This heavy humidity is already making me nauseous.”

“I can help if you wish?”

“How?” She asked.

He walked behind the bench, resting his hands on her shoulders, her suspicious glance earning a smirk. “Shandi, I won’t hurt you. Close your eyes and relax?” She couldn’t avoid obeying when his thumbs began rubbing and kneading between her shoulder blades, quickly obliterating all the tension they possessed. The moment she slackened though, the centers of his palms began cooling and her eyes shot open.

“Uhh, what are you doing?” She nervously asked.

“Trust me.” His thumbs re commenced, luring her into a state of calm as a cooling sensation, seeped throughout her neck, face and upper torso. It removed all her sweat and nausea, while ebbing away through her skin. The experience took only minutes to occur and when his hands lifted, she felt refreshed.

Rejoining her, he smiled. “Better?”

“Uhh, yeah. Thanks. How…”

“Just a little magic and you’re very welcome.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it Loki, but we aren’t supposed to use our powers in public, remember?”

“To others I was merely massaging. No one saw a thing, I assure you.”

Silently, she tossed about the feed, deciding she’d keep this secret as he’d done her a kindness. Should the heat continue this way, maybe he’d do it again. Her thoughts began wandering towards what else those hands might be capable of in combination with his magic, when logic snapped her back to reality. ‘You need to get a better grip on yourself Shandi. Stop forgetting who he is and why you’re here.’

Loki had been casually observing people descending upon the area. “Might I inquire why you joined the Avengers?”

“That was unexpected. Why do you wish to know?” She asked.

“Curiosity.”

“Well, helping those in need gives me a great sense of fulfillment for starters. Secondly, I couldn’t have been more honored at the opportunity to work with such an amazing group of people. Add that to an eagerness for change and I was fairly easy to convince.”

“Were you aware Tony praised you highly and was elated by your decision? He also made it very clear to the others you were ‘not’ to leave the tower unescorted.”

She smiled. “I remember him trying to convince me how unwise that could be.” Playfully, she mocked Tony and his mannerisms. ‘I know you’re a tough cookie with a powerful gift Doll and most people here are great. Still, it’s a big city and you never know where creepy crawlies might be lurking. You’ll need time to get to know the place.�� He continued for almost a half hour before Pepper intervened.”

“Creepy crawlies?” Asked Loki. “I’ve never met another Migardian with odder names for things. I overheard him use the word ‘thingamajiggy’ once and asked of its meaning. ‘Well Cactus, it’s a doohickey.’ What’s a doohickey then Tin Man? ‘It’s a watchyamacallit.’ I realized then, I was being had.”

Shandi laughed. “That’s Tony.”

A few minutes passed when Loki slid an arm around her, gently tracing his fingers up her arm. “Nice display of goosebumps, but focus on the mission will you?”

“Ha ha God of vanity. I’m doing my best.”

“I’m actually serious Shandi, it would appear luck is our ally again today.”

“How so?”

“A few trees to our left, Beth and ‘Alice’ are dining on a bench. Let’s go properly introduce ourselves and engage them in some conversation, shall we?”

“That’s perfect. What should we initially reveal of ourselves without sounding overly friendly though?”

“I’ll begin.” He replied. “Just hold tightly to my arm, appear nervous of your surroundings and follow my lead.”

“Why appear nervous of my surroundings?”

They stood and he raised her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss to it. “Trust me again darling? I’ll explain later.”

Shandis lashes fluttered as she took his arm. “What was that for?”

“The first step in convincing others, ‘I’ adore ‘you.’

They started back onto the path.

“Are you planning to share what step two is?” She politely asked.

“And ruin the element of surprise? Come now.”

[lordterronus]

*yeets purple character dye @ u*

*dodges with superhuman speed*

Ha, foolish mortal, you think I have time to fight with colours?

I am beyond trivial notions of aesthetics and have transcended.

I'm also super colour blind and would vet confused easily but shhhh being a transcendent immortal being is cooler

But since you are fren,

Have a little purple. As a treat. Unless this is dark blue in which case you're still cool I just don't know how colours work.

[lordterronus]

Imagine us all as fighting game characters. Our friend group but as Smash bros.

Hi

[johnboothus]

VinePair Happy Hour: What Original Cocktail Have You Crafted Recently?

So far in 2021, our social lives have looked a lot like they did in 2020, and that means many of us are channeling our pent-up creative energies into hobbies like home bartending. Though the VinePair team loves making our tried-and-true favorites such as Negronis and Margaritas, we’ve recently been taking breaks after our end of day Zoom meeting to craft our own unique cocktail recipes (some more successful than others).

Looking to mix up something a little different from your usual vodka-plus-anything-in-the-fridge? Read on for a list of the drinks that VinePair’s thirsty staff members are conjuring up at home this year — including a failed Old Fashioned riff, and a throwback to everyone’s favorite (forgotten) garnisher, Salt Bae.

“Lately, I’ve been riffing on the Hot Toddy by spiking my last cup of Sleepytime tea. Anything with skullcap works, but I’ve found Triple Leaf Relaxing Tea plays especially well with Kasama Rum. Otherwise, if I’m day drinking, it’s ginger beer with a splash of vodka and fresh cucumber for me.” —Emma Cranson, assistant editor

“I’ve been really embracing Sumo orange season this year — meaning that I’m not only eating them as a snack, but also using them as a cocktail ingredient. My go-to cocktail lately has been a combination of Sumo orange juice (you can use regular oranges, too), the juice of half a lemon and lime, and a shot of tequila, topped with sparkling water. It’s refreshing and super easy to make.” —Katie Brown, associate editor

“I’ve been really into lychees lately and created a cocktail with lychee juice, mango puree, sake and shochu. I had something similar at an Asian fusion restaurant a few months ago and wanted to recreate it. I’m excited for the warmer weather because I think it’s the perfect drink to sip by the pool or on a rooftop with friends.” ���Danielle Grinberg, art director

“I recently mixed up a version of a rum maple Old Fashioned, only with lemon bitters and a lemon twist (because we didn’t have an orange). It took a few tries to get the proportions right and ended up being just… fine. Definitely wouldn’t ‘craft’ this one again.” —Joanna Sciarrino, executive editor

“I felt this was the perfect platform to finally share ‘The McKirdy’ with the world. Beloved by a literal handful of individuals, the drink sees a shot glass filled with equal parts Fernet Branca and Campari, then seasoned with a generous pinch of fancy flaked sea salt. Some reading this may be thinking this is just a ripoff of the Ferrari, a popular industry shot or ‘bartender’s handshake.’ You are quite mistaken. While the inclusion of salt is not entirely unique, it is the manner in which that seasoning is applied that renders a genuine McKirdy shot. Don your whitest T-shirt, slick back your hair, and put on your darkest pair of shades. Grab a large pinch of the bougiest salt you can find and proceed to sprinkle (from height) down an extended forearm and into the awaiting shot glasses — otherwise known as the Classic Salt Bae technique. Given that we’re all still drinking at home, alone, only your dog will judge you.” —Tim McKirdy, staff writer

“Prior to the pandemic, one of my favorite bars was The Rockwell Place, owned by Toby Cecchini. I live in Fort Greene, so am pretty close, and it was a place I frequented often as I think the cocktails are some of the best in New York City. One such cocktail was the bar’s Rare Citrus Margarita, a drink so delicious I found myself craving it. Sadly, unlike Cecchini’s other bar, The Long Island Bar, Rockwell Place did not open for outdoor-only seating at any time during the past year, so I took matters into my own hands and tried to recreate the drink. I am sure this is not the recipe Cecchini uses — his is definitely better — but I have found my version delicious enough to tide me over until The Rockwell Place reopens: 3 ounces blanco tequila, 1 ounce fresh cara cara orange juice, .25 ounce fresh lime juice, .25 ounce fresh lemon juice, .75 ounce agave nectar. Combine all ingredients in a shaker, add ice, and shake until the outside of the shaker starts to frost. Double strain, and serve up in a chilled coupe glass garnished with an orange peel.” —Adam Teeter, CEO and co-founder

“I’m a major frozen drink fan no matter the temperature outside, so I wanted to craft my own frozen Margs at home. I used ice (lots of it), frozen strawberries, tequila, Triple Sec, and lime juice. Blended it up in my Magic Bullet, and garnished with a lime in a Margarita glass.” —Ally Burton, brand partnerships intern

“Between sipping wine all day and typing up reviews, the only mixed drink I’ve been messing with is a latte. Maybe next time I’ll make it an Americano and dollop a swig of whiskey in there.” —Keith Beavers, tastings director

“I love lemonade — and for the record, boozy lemonade was cool in my house before the largest alcohol producers on the planet were making hard seltzer with it — so, anyway, I’ve been testing out shandy cocktail recipes. Here is the recipe I’ve landed on so far: Combine equal parts Aperol and OJ. Shake with ice and strain into an ice-filled tulip glass. Add Angostura bitters (I pop out that rubber thingy and pour a bit directly from the bottleneck, because who has time for dashes?), give it a stir, and top with a lemon shandy. I’ve been experimenting with samples of Goose Island’s 312 Lemonade Shandy, filling the glass about 3/4 of the way to leave room for foam. Pause to admire the fluffy pink cloud atop that summer sunset-colored drink in your glass, and sip away.” —Cat Wolinski, senior editor

“I created a riff on the cocktail ‘Seoulful Sour’ — inspired by Korean cuisines, this cocktail uses sesame oil! This is my re-creation, using some of my pantry staples and a great gin: Coat the cocktail glass rim with a chili lime salt/seasoning blend; then in a shaker, pour in gin, a dash of pineapple juice, a bit of honey, 3 drops of toasted sesame oil, and a squeeze of freeze lemon juice; shake and serve ice cold!” —Jenny Riddell, director of brand partnerships & events

“I’ve been throwing together a drink my friend turned me on to: Hendrick’s gin, a bit of elderflower tonic water, some freshly squeezed Meyer lemon juice, and a tiny splash of vanilla extract. She garnishes it with rose petals!” —Kelly Tesoriero, editorial intern

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VinePair Happy Hour: What Original Cocktail Have You Crafted Recently?

So far in 2021, our social lives have looked a lot like they did in 2020, and that means many of us are channeling our pent-up creative energies into hobbies like home bartending. Though the VinePair team loves making our tried-and-true favorites such as Negronis and Margaritas, we’ve recently been taking breaks after our end of day Zoom meeting to craft our own unique cocktail recipes (some more successful than others).

Looking to mix up something a little different from your usual vodka-plus-anything-in-the-fridge? Read on for a list of the drinks that VinePair’s thirsty staff members are conjuring up at home this year — including a failed Old Fashioned riff, and a throwback to everyone’s favorite (forgotten) garnisher, Salt Bae.

“Lately, I’ve been riffing on the Hot Toddy by spiking my last cup of Sleepytime tea. Anything with skullcap works, but I’ve found Triple Leaf Relaxing Tea plays especially well with Kasama Rum. Otherwise, if I’m day drinking, it’s ginger beer with a splash of vodka and fresh cucumber for me.” —Emma Cranson, assistant editor

“I’ve been really embracing Sumo orange season this year — meaning that I’m not only eating them as a snack, but also using them as a cocktail ingredient. My go-to cocktail lately has been a combination of Sumo orange juice (you can use regular oranges, too), the juice of half a lemon and lime, and a shot of tequila, topped with sparkling water. It’s refreshing and super easy to make.” —Katie Brown, associate editor

“I’ve been really into lychees lately and created a cocktail with lychee juice, mango puree, sake and shochu. I had something similar at an Asian fusion restaurant a few months ago and wanted to recreate it. I’m excited for the warmer weather because I think it’s the perfect drink to sip by the pool or on a rooftop with friends.” —Danielle Grinberg, art director

“I recently mixed up a version of a rum maple Old Fashioned, only with lemon bitters and a lemon twist (because we didn’t have an orange). It took a few tries to get the proportions right and ended up being just… fine. Definitely wouldn’t ‘craft’ this one again.” —Joanna Sciarrino, executive editor

“I felt this was the perfect platform to finally share ‘The McKirdy’ with the world. Beloved by a literal handful of individuals, the drink sees a shot glass filled with equal parts Fernet Branca and Campari, then seasoned with a generous pinch of fancy flaked sea salt. Some reading this may be thinking this is just a ripoff of the Ferrari, a popular industry shot or ‘bartender’s handshake.’ You are quite mistaken. While the inclusion of salt is not entirely unique, it is the manner in which that seasoning is applied that renders a genuine McKirdy shot. Don your whitest T-shirt, slick back your hair, and put on your darkest pair of shades. Grab a large pinch of the bougiest salt you can find and proceed to sprinkle (from height) down an extended forearm and into the awaiting shot glasses — otherwise known as the Classic Salt Bae technique. Given that we’re all still drinking at home, alone, only your dog will judge you.” —Tim McKirdy, staff writer

“Prior to the pandemic, one of my favorite bars was The Rockwell Place, owned by Toby Cecchini. I live in Fort Greene, so am pretty close, and it was a place I frequented often as I think the cocktails are some of the best in New York City. One such cocktail was the bar’s Rare Citrus Margarita, a drink so delicious I found myself craving it. Sadly, unlike Cecchini’s other bar, The Long Island Bar, Rockwell Place did not open for outdoor-only seating at any time during the past year, so I took matters into my own hands and tried to recreate the drink. I am sure this is not the recipe Cecchini uses — his is definitely better — but I have found my version delicious enough to tide me over until The Rockwell Place reopens: 3 ounces blanco tequila, 1 ounce fresh cara cara orange juice, .25 ounce fresh lime juice, .25 ounce fresh lemon juice, .75 ounce agave nectar. Combine all ingredients in a shaker, add ice, and shake until the outside of the shaker starts to frost. Double strain, and serve up in a chilled coupe glass garnished with an orange peel.” —Adam Teeter, CEO and co-founder

“I’m a major frozen drink fan no matter the temperature outside, so I wanted to craft my own frozen Margs at home. I used ice (lots of it), frozen strawberries, tequila, Triple Sec, and lime juice. Blended it up in my Magic Bullet, and garnished with a lime in a Margarita glass.” —Ally Burton, brand partnerships intern

“Between sipping wine all day and typing up reviews, the only mixed drink I’ve been messing with is a latte. Maybe next time I’ll make it an Americano and dollop a swig of whiskey in there.” —Keith Beavers, tastings director

“I love lemonade — and for the record, boozy lemonade was cool in my house before the largest alcohol producers on the planet were making hard seltzer with it — so, anyway, I’ve been testing out shandy cocktail recipes. Here is the recipe I’ve landed on so far: Combine equal parts Aperol and OJ. Shake with ice and strain into an ice-filled tulip glass. Add Angostura bitters (I pop out that rubber thingy and pour a bit directly from the bottleneck, because who has time for dashes?), give it a stir, and top with a lemon shandy. I’ve been experimenting with samples of Goose Island’s 312 Lemonade Shandy, filling the glass about 3/4 of the way to leave room for foam. Pause to admire the fluffy pink cloud atop that summer sunset-colored drink in your glass, and sip away.” —Cat Wolinski, senior editor

“I created a riff on the cocktail ‘Seoulful Sour’ — inspired by Korean cuisines, this cocktail uses sesame oil! This is my re-creation, using some of my pantry staples and a great gin: Coat the cocktail glass rim with a chili lime salt/seasoning blend; then in a shaker, pour in gin, a dash of pineapple juice, a bit of honey, 3 drops of toasted sesame oil, and a squeeze of freeze lemon juice; shake and serve ice cold!” —Jenny Riddell, director of brand partnerships & events

“I’ve been throwing together a drink my friend turned me on to: Hendrick’s gin, a bit of elderflower tonic water, some freshly squeezed Meyer lemon juice, and a tiny splash of vanilla extract. She garnishes it with rose petals!” —Kelly Tesoriero, editorial intern

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[lordterronus]

What Zen said.

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It wouldn't be me if I didn't start the new year with a ramble-y thoughts post

When I heard Betty White had passed yesterday (on here, of course) I was really upset. It felt like a cruel joke since my mom and I were JUST talking about people celebrating hee 100th birthday. I had said that I heard people were gonna make cheesecake, and I might too. I think I may as well do it ya know?

Also my mom mentioned that her husband is a Wisconsin native, Mineral Point to be specific. Some other fun facts about Mineral Point: Shandy is also from Mineral Point! They may have a vampire there! Kyle, who is from not super far from there, and worked there for a while, says there is no vampire. I asked if it was because the vampire had moved to [city where we live now] 😏

He did not respond. Dreams of being a vampire's juicebox still not over.

So basically all that to say I wonder if Ms White will be coming here to Wisconsin to rest. It would make that poor little nothing town real popular, that's for sure.

If you do come, please check out the whole Driftless Region. It's weird. Like there's a weird energy, but in a good way. I would know, I'm in it right now.

Kyle talked about maybe getting a cat this year. That's be cool since I feel like I spent all night dreaming about owning a dog.

Some hopes for 2022: New albums from Jimmy Eat World and Taking Back Sunday. They tour together again, but not just on the west coast. MCR can finally go on tour. Covid gets to the point where it's not A Problem anymore (like how we treat the flu. Endemic? Is that the word). I actually clean my apartment and get rid of things. Good running year.

My goals for 2022 still don't exist and I'm 7 hours into the year. (Oh great. I just realize I only got like 6 hours of sleep lol) It's one of those I don't want to make them too big, but I also don't want to underestimate either. Hell, idek what races I wanna do this year outside of the usual one Labor Day weekend.

I just read a really cute fic for my favorite ship, which, while it's not a rare pair, but it's rare enough that it's extra special when I find one. It was a good distraction from the not thinking about my goals thing.