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snelbz · 4 years ago

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Aisle Twenty-Two

A/N: A short fluffy Elorcan piece @tacmc and I wrote a few weeks back, based on the following tweet. Enjoy!

It had been a long day and to top it off, Elide was not looking forward to stopping at the grocery store. But she was out of milk, needed to buy cat food, and was almost out of wine.

If it weren’t for the wine, she would have waited until tomorrow, but that was the only thing that would keep her going for the rest of the week. If she had any hope of making it to Friday, she’d need to go tonight.

She was halfway down the chip aisle when she heard a familiar laugh that had her halting in place.

The sound alone had chills creeping down the back of her neck, her palms starting to sweat on the bar of the cart.

“Elide Lochan?”

That voice. She loathed that voice.

Ignore, ignore, ignore. Elide turned to the long shelf of bagged chips, looking as if her only thoughts were on the bags and the labels that covered them.

Chips.

The only decision she had to make was of chips.

“Hey, Elide?”

The voice grew closer and she grabbed the first bag she could get her hands on and moved her cart along, hurrying for the aisle that housed her favorite beverages.

She didn’t hear him approach until there was a hand on her shoulder. She turned and found blonde hair, the bluest of eyes and a dashing smile staring down at her.

“I thought that was you,” he said, that grin growing. “It’s been a while.”

Not nearly long enough, she thought, but forced an awkward smile. “Roland, hey. Sorry, I’ve got…a lot on my mind.”

There was nothing but horrible memories from her short relationship with Roland Haviliard. He was a pompous, stuck up prick. He was all about appearances and his reputation, which Elide had apparently not fit into.

And yet, the smile on his face told her otherwise. “You look great.”

“So do you.” The lie rolled off her tongue too easily.

“Shopping?” he asked, as Elide went to roll her cart off to the next aisle.

Are you kidding me? She wanted to say. Obviously, she was shopping. What else would she be doing in a grocery store?

“Have to eat,” she said, matter-of-factly. But then she added, “We have to eat.”

Roland blinked, obviously catching the hint she was dishing out. We. “You’re with someone?”

“Yeah,” she said, smoothly, hoping he didn’t notice the way her eyes flicked behind him, searching for someone, anyone. “He’s grabbing a few things for himself and meeting me before we check out.”

It was clear from the look in his eyes that Roland didn’t believe her. He glanced down at her cart.

Cat food, chips, ice cream.

The most quintessential single girl shopping list.

“I’ve been meaning to call you, but didn’t know if you had the same number,” he said, placing a hand on her cart, effectively keeping her where she stood. “Things kind of…went to shit for us. I hate how things ended.”

You mean, how you dumped me and then left me with the bill for our very expensive dinner, she thought, eyes narrowing slightly.

“No, new number,” she lied, smoothly. She’d had the same number since she was sixteen. “Lost all of my contacts, too.”

“That’s a shame,” he replied. “You could text me sometime.”

“I said I’m with someone, Roland,” she snapped, an edge to her tone.

Roland snorted. “Really, Elide? Come on, just let me have your number.”

Before she could say anything more, a tall, muscular figure rounded the corner. His shoulders were broad, his arms covered in tattoos. His shoulder-length hair was tied back, his jaw set hard as he pushed his cart through the aisle.

Elain lost all control of her impulsive decision making skills. “Babe! Hey, grab me a bottle of...that moscato, please?”

His dark eyebrows raised as he realized she was talking to him. Roland’s did as well, especially as he turned to see the hulking, mass of a man she’d spoken to.

The man’s dark eyes connected with hers and she tried to convey her panic and desperation in just a few seconds, with no words, before Roland turned back to her.

The smile that split the handsome man’s features was terrifying. She couldn’t tell if he was about to go along with her plan or rat her out, and she held her breath as he began to walk closer.

But then he grabbed the big bottle of white wine and she let out a quiet, relieved sigh.

“Here you go, babe,” he said, setting the bottle in her basket. She expected that to be that, and to be left to her own devices again, when the man surprised her by extending his hand towards Roland. “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure. I’m Lorcan.”

“Yeah, this is Lorcan,” Elide repeated, turning to Roland.

Roland looked back and forth between Lorcan and Elide before clearing his throat. “Hey, I’m Roland.”

“Roland and I used to be…friends,” Elide said, looking up at the handsome brute of a man.

He truly was handsome.

“We used to date,” Roland clarified, his words clipped.

The man - Lorcan, Elide amended in her head - sucked on a tooth and nodded. “I think used to are the operative words here, so if you’ll excuse us, we need to finish our grocery shopping so we can grab dinner.”

Elide could have sworn she saw Roland’s face change three shades, but compared to Lorcan, he was scrawny.

Lorcan turned to her and asked, “Ready, babe?”

“Definitely,” she sighed, and turned to Roland. “Nice to see you.”

She pushed her cart away and turned, walking down a few more aisles, before pausing and letting out a deep breath.

She heard another cart stop behind her and turned to find Lorcan there.

Her cheeks burned red. “I’m so sorry for roping you into that, but I needed an escape. He had me cornered and I couldn’t get away.”

“I get it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “He looked like an asshole, anyway.”

“He is,” Elide said, before she could think better of it.

Lorcan chuckled. “That’s fair. Glad I could help. I’m Lorcan, by the way.”

“Elide,” she said, holding out her hand.

Lorcan shook it, that little, conniving smile remaining. “Wine is on me, by the way.”

“What?” Elide asked, brow raised.

“Moscato,” he said, nodding toward the bottle of white wine. “It’s on me.”

She blinked. “You…don’t have to do that.”

“What if I want to? I think you owe me,” he said, crossing her arms across his broad chest.

“I owe you so you want to buy me wine?” She asked, laughing quietly.

He shrugged. “I could buy you dinner instead. Since we just told your douchey ex we were getting dinner anyways.”

Elide was stunned into silence. “You want to buy me dinner?”

“Most people would call it a date,” he replied, smirking. The smirk faded. “Unless you have a boyfriend and we’re just looking for a momentary escape.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she replied, far too quickly, if the smirk returning to his handsome face was any indication.

“So, dinner then?” he asked, that grin remaining. “Or, just the wine?”

Elide nibbled on her lip.

This was insane. She had just met this man. She knew nothing about this man. This man, this random man, who was asking her to dinner.

This random, handsome man.

“How do I know that you’re not a serial killer?” Elide asked, at last.

Lorcan snorted. “You’re the one that came onto me, remember? How do I know that you’re not a serial killer?”

“I’m fairly sure you could overpower me if I tried to kill you,” she said, chuckling.

“Is that a challenge?” He asked, his eyebrows raising. Elide laughed, which made Lorcan smile.

“Dinner sounds nice,” she admitted, tucking her loose hair behind her ear.

“So it’s a date?” He asked, smirking down at her.

She smiled, feeling butterflies in her stomach for the first time in a long time. “It’s a date.”

#elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre #Elorcan #throne of glass #lorcan lochan #tog #snelbz tacmc collab #snacmc

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randomheadcanons · 3 years ago

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a day in the life

a day in the life of tally before meeting the turtles or the crew

-Greenwich Village, New York City, 10:16am-

In the city that never sleeps, Tally had gotten pretty good at finding places to do so. She munched on the blueberry muffin that she had swiped from a street vender as she made her way through Washington Square Park. Tally preferred to sleep during the day for two reasons. One, it was easier to do her work at night and two, it was easier to get away with without being bugged.

The bustle of NYU students littered the sidewalks as she made her way up to the building. She pitched her trash and adjusted her bookbag. It wasn’t fancy, but it did work nearly every time. If it didn’t work at one campus building, she would simply go to the next until it did. Some NYU student was always polite enough to hold the door open for her eventually, and this time was no exception.

“Thanks!” She said brightly, “I forgot my ID at home,” she lied, shaking her head. “Happens to me at least once a week,” The student commiserated, before hustling off to class.

Today, she was in the education building. She liked this building to snooze in the most; it had a nice view of the park, and was facing west, so the sun warmed her in the afternoon like a lazy cat.

Tally worked her way up a couple of floors, staying to the right of the hallways as students loitered about between a passing period. She had found pretty early on that if no one looked hard enough, she could pass for a freshman, and sleeping college students were everywhere on campus, even in the middle of the morning. She could very well be a freshman who pulled an all nighter and was trying to catch some sleep before class. Usually nobody bothered her, and she could sleep for the majority of the day. The thing she liked about it most was that it was warm and dry.

As she approached her favorite pair of couches, she was thankful that they had no occupants. She plopped down on the orange one, placed her backpack behind her head, pulled her hoodup, and got some much needed eye.

-Midtown, New York City, 5:37pm-

Well rested and renewed, Tally yawned as hopped up the stairs, exiting the subway into Midtown. Her favorite time of day, she’d decided, was rush hour. Whether it was in the morning or in the evening, there were just people everywhere. It made it really easy to get food during these times. Tally opened the door to the Panera, and walked straight passed the line of people at the register and straight to the pick up lane. The expeditor was busy checking orders and calling out names, not even really looking up from her task. “Elaine?” she called out, holding a to-go bag. Tally stepped up and raised her hand. “That’s me, thanks!” She said, before taking it. “Have a good night, sweetheart,” the worker said, before grabbing another order, continuing to call names.

Tally bounced away onto the sidewalk, and made her way to the nearest park-it happened to be Bryant-to enjoy her spoils. She found a bench and opened the stapled bag to see what she got. “Oh hell yeah Elaine,” she said as she pulled out a bread bowl and some tomato soup. “You got good taste.” Tally hummed again when she pulled out a cookie. “Yes!” She whispered to it, holding it up like a priest would do as he consecrated the host.

“Bone apple teeth to me,” She grinned.

-Midtown, New York City, 6:24pm -

Belly full, Tally weaved through the tourists and theatre people in the garment district as she made her way to the movie theater. She opened the door and once again, bypassed the teller and opened the second pair of doors that led to the theater. The ticket check was a very bored looking teenager, about Tally’s age. Tally approached him. “Hey, sorry,” She explained, “I think I left my jacket on my seat, do you mind if I grab it?” “Yeah, do you have your ticket stub?” Tally splayed her hands in embarrassment, “I threw it out. I was halfway to the station when I realized.” she grimaced.

The teen shrugged, “Whatever, go ahead,” he said, waiving her through. “Thanks!” She said in relief. “You deserve a raise,” “Will you tell my manager that?” He called. “Absolutely!” she said, as she rounded the corner.

Movies were a nice way to spend the time, Tally thought. She moseyed her way through the hallway, examining the signs above the doors, and decided on a movie that had been out for a couple weeks. The new designated seat system the theater operated on made it a bit more tricky, but Tally found that if she picked a less popular movie that had been out for at least week, and picked a corner seat, they were usually unsold, and unclaimed. Though, she found that out the hard way a couple of times when she tried to see the new superhero movies that had come out.

The movie was fine. Some romantic comedy that got a couple chuckles out of the her, but mostly forgettable, she had decided on her way out. She glanced at the ticket holder, and grinned at the new face. The teenager she had interacted with before must have switched stations, which made her life infinitely easier. She looked around and saw and older dude with a slightly nicer shirt and a name tag, and came up to him.

“”Scuse me,” She said. “The kid who was taking tickets earlier, deserves a raise.” She said, “He was awesome.”

The manager, far too upbeat to be working the closing shift, perked up and smiled. “Glad you had a good time!” He said as she walked out into the city night.

-Harlem, New York City, 9:50pm-

Tally pulled her hood up as she walked through Harlem. The Purple Dragons had a lot of notorious activity in this neighborhood, and tonight Tally had decided to continue her reconnaissance, trying to narrow down where their leader, Hun, was hiding his ugly mug.

The past few nights and yielded some intel that the Dragons were having an open roll call of sorts, for new members. The word on the street was that they were looking for new blood, and spread the word through the teenagers of the neighborhood. Tally thought that was the stupidest thing in the world, but didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She made it to the warehouse, and old shoe factory, by the looks of it. She looked at the bus stop timetable nearby, it 9:52 and the meeting wasn’t set to start until 10:00. She loitered outside for a moment.

She wasn’t surprised when a familiar face turned up. He nodded his head in greeting, and Tally returned it as he approached her. Jamari was the same age as her, just as skinny, and just as resourceful. They got along well. As he came up, he offered a fist. “Yo,” He said. “Yo,” Tally greeted, touching their knuckles. “What’re you doing here?” she asked. “I imagine the same thing as you,” Jamari shrugged as he tied his twists back into a ponytail. “You joining the PD’s?”

Tally shrugged, “Maybe,” she supplied. “Just wanted to see what the fuss was about. You?” It was Jamari’s turn to shrug, “Maybe, if they got food,”

Tally snorted, “You think you could rock that tat on your arm?”

Jamari grinned, “Nah, I’d get it on my face down my neck,” he said, dragging his finger across his temple.

She made a face, “Really?” He shook his head, “Nah,” he conceited. “That’d be stupid.”

Tally, of course, was not planning on joining the street gang. She came to get information, and nothing more. She was hoping to get some idea of where their main hideout was; that was where Hun would likely be. She knew she wasn’t joining, but Jamari didn’t.

Tally hoped that he wasn’t really interested in either. He was cool, and they often collaborated on finding places to hunker down, shared tricks to getting free food, all of that stuff. Tally felt a little sick to her stomach thinking that Jamari might be a PD someday, but she hadn’t let him know what she was really up to. As far as he knew, she was just another street rat, and she was. But she also had an agenda.

But the meeting was something to do, so here they were.

Jamari nodded at the opening door. A light was on inside, and other folks were starting to mill in.

“Hope they have lemonade,” Tally muttered to Jamari. Jamari snorted as they entered the warehouse.

#tally johnson #my art #the crew

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anidealiveson · 4 years ago

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Thanksvember Master Post

Day 1 - Like Coming Home - It has a super rare “wholesome plot twist”! Without spoiling anything too huge, I really like that @julesherondalex took the time to talk about how important it is to take care of yourself first. You can’t love someone else properly, the way they deserve, if you don’t have that same love for yourself. I wasn’t expecting the heartbreaking scene, but the beautiful way in which that topic was was approached neither took away from the story or the joy.

Day 2 - Must Love Dogs - An incredibly fluffy (literally) fic that I loved reading. @rosehallshadowsinger did a really great job weaving Azriel and Elain’s canon personalities into this adorable AU scenario. It is obvious @rosehallshadowsinger took care to create believable personalities for two characters that didn’t get POVs in the books.

Day 3 - Striking Matches - I have to say that I wasn’t at all attracted to an AU fic about firefighters. I was also not a big Rowaelin fan before that, but I was work procrastinating so I gave it a try. Wellll, 30 parts later, I found myself delighted at the writing and sad it was over. I couldn’t believe how well @shyvioletcat cat was able to entirely re-characterize these two into such a different setting, yet still retaining what made them popular in the books. Aelin was perfect in her role as a snarky schoolteacher irritating the stoic firefighter Rowan. And the descriptions of the kids lining up at the firehouse demonstration and Jake’s adorable prodding was icing on the cake.

Day 4 - Close Quarters - I really loved the way @lady-therion wrote Nesta in this modern AU. I particularly like how she equates Nesta’s sometimes standoffish attitude as a very relatable personality trait. She has trouble reading people and gauging situations. It’s well written and the dialogue is unique for a plot that is common in ff!

Day 5 - Like A Lonely House - It’s got a colossal I love Lucy level misunderstanding mixed in with a lot of tension and angst. This Nesta that is full of sacrifice and duty and fire is how I imagine the Nesta who feels that she has a stake in the Fae world would be like. @featherymalignancy wove such a captivating new world in Macar, that it felt a lot like being introduced to the 8th court in the ACOTAR world.

Day 6 - Death Dance - There are several takes out there that touch on Nesta in the Ilyrian camps, but I love how @thewayshedreamed interpreted Nesta’s skills on the battlefield as a calculated dance. Nesta has always been a raging storm, but I love how @thewayshedreamed took care to show us a Nesta that channeled that storm into discipline. If SJM never intended to release a Nessian focused book, I would have considered this a satisfying end to their story.

Day 7 - One Night Standards - I love the way @sassyhobbits writes Aelin with her typical extremely sassy exterior, but also made sure to saddle her with a vulnerable side that runs deep. I normally don’t care for slow burns, but I like the pace of her relationship with Rowan here, and that they had to work hard at it. I also like the plot lines that involved their PR stunts and how the public grew to love them as well.

Day 8 - Goose Chasing - Its the most absurd plot of any fanfic I’ve read! The title is not figurative. Its really does involve chasing a goose. @rhysismydaddy did a fantastic job encapsulating the spirit of silly Cassian and grumpy Nesta in a situation they’d likely never find themselves in, yet making it entirely believable.

Day 9 - Manon Chooses The Worst Babysitter Possible - It’s such a casual and fluffy and hilarious read. It was fun to read about a softer and more delicate Manon. Through this absurd mistake, @sarah-bae-maas did an excellent job really humanizing Manon and postulating a fun in-world domestic scenario.

Day 10 - My Hunger Knows No Bounds - @perseusannabeth manages to take a simple concept and weave a sweet narrative. I particularly love how @perseusannabeth incorporated her personal details into it and took the time to share her lovely culture with us.

Day 11 - Knowing me, Knowing you - We never got to actually see Aelin rule Terrasen (well we got a tinyyy bit) in the books. Though this was modern day, @nalgenewhore tells a fun story of what that could have been like.

Day 12 - Forever (is a long time) - @noodlecatposts takes Elide and Lorcan’s completely polar opposite personalities and spins an interesting (and frankly quite adorable) story. All the rules crack me up. My favorite Lorcan is the one that reminds me of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Currently, he is in the middle of grumpily fixing up her flooded room, so I am sure that my favorite parts are yet to come.

Day 13 - Go Your Own Way - I appreciate @tomtenadia for putting to words a scene that I desperately wanted in ACOWAR or even ACOFAS. A lovely parallel to an equally lovely Fleetwood mac song.

Day 14 - In Which She Makes A Friend - It is no surprise that the fandom wants Nesta to find her place in the Illyrian mountains and even bring about some social change with the female warriors. But the way @bookstantrash got there was such a wonderful and endearing journey. Big fan of the callbacks to how Kaelin was treated and the similarities to a certain Illyrian warrior was when he was younger. We got to see a sweet Nesta, who I’d like to think was attempting to make up for some of her regrets through taking care of Kaelin.

Day 15 - The Ranch - As a huge fan of Sweet Home Alabama, its should be no surprise that I loved this fic by @tacmc . I enjoyed the slow change that we saw in a stubborn Nesta as she opened up to this new way of life and reconnected with her sisters and found a home with Cassian.

Day 16 - Felons - Such a unique interpretation of Nesta and Cassian. I really like the self-sacrificing Nesta angle and @rhysismydaddy did a great job weaving intrigue into the unraveling of what we knew to be a her innocence. I never read The Witness, but this really made me want to.

Day 17 - Of Books and Timber - Cassian offers to build a shelf for Nesta. The way @duskandstarlight goes through the entire range of emotions through Nesta is brilliant. She starts out with cold indifference, but by the end, we get from her a sweet and tender gesture of gratitude. Showing that meeting each other halfway with small gestures is all they ever needed.

Day 18 - You Should Sleep In My Bed More Often - I absolutely loved this quick exchange between Nesta and Cassian after she accidentally injures him. I can’t believe how much I laughed out loud when Cassian said “I need you to protect me closer”. @charincharge perfectly captured the teasing childish essence of Cassian and Nesta’s hilarious victim-blaming was so on the nose that I might have thought this was taken right out of ACOSAF.

Day 19 - The Right Swipe - I really enjoyed this take on the inner circle mixed with the super modern online dating plot. I especially love that @redisriding created genuinely realistic characters (body issues, social anxiety etc). Great read!

Day 20 - Goldfish Prompt - What a fun read. I love how frantic and much personality Feyre had here. I love how dedicated to her fish she was, and how that made her super endearing. Cute read from @azrielsiphons

Day 21 - The One With The Snowstorm - What I really like is that Cassian actually says that he is sorry for his part in Nesta’s exile. I am not bitter about it, but it was an interesting turn. They need to meet halfway here and I rarely see it so well written as @joysbell has done here!

Day 22 - Prompt - A lovely and cute and sweet prompt written by @crowsvalentine! I love the ramp up of suspense just to get to the hilarious payoff. Its adorable and worth the quick read.

Day 23 - Fix It - is one by @thewayshedreamed that I love in its simplicity. It’s a small little argument Cassian and Nesta get into, but its still compelling. It’s sweet and super endearing the way the two of them are written and the subtle way they work through it. Great read!

Day 24 - I Do Bad Things To You - The mob angle may have been done before, but I don’t think with as much care and regard that @tswaney17 has been giving it. I how the canon personalities of the characters translate so well into this modern AU. Its very obvious that @tswaney17 has done her research. I especially love all the details around Elain as a surgeon. The story is compelling and well written and every chapter has me wanting more.

Day 25 - Love Her Like She should Be Loved - This is an excellent fic that I really loved. @julemmaes did such a great job translating some of the canon tension from ACOFAS into a modern world. It’s ripe with emotion, drama and quite a bit of heart. I love how earnestly Cassian comes to Nesta’s defense even in the face of going against his entire family. I like the reference to some very real psychological struggles. I think a lot of people can relate to it.

Day 26 - Literally In Love - I really enjoy the subtle mystery that follows this entire journey. I enjoy that @julesherondalex keeps us guessing, while simultaneously weaving a sweet and tender story about two shy teachers and just a slew of mishaps worthy of a Shakespearian drama.

Day 27 - The Shadow Bond - I love Azriel, and this is such a wonderful fic by @radientwings focusing on how his shadows might work. His shadows are the one thing that I am most curious about him in the series, so it was lovely to read such a well written interpretation of them.

Day 28 - Exes and Oh’s - Just a shout out to @highqueenofelfhame for this lovely story about rekindling past love. I like that even though the plot was uncomplicated, the emotions were not. I love that Aelin didn’t have a perfect reason for what she did, but sometimes that is just how things are. This is a story about taking a second chance, whether it’s deserved or not.

Day 29 - Fever - I really love this fic called Fever. I enjoyed how @lady-therion portrayed Nesta. She hit the entire gammut of characteristics (snarky, worried, vulnerable, caring, short-tempered, flirty, you name it!) but it really worked here. I found this nurse Nesta to be endearing and relatable and the dynamic between her and Cassian was very sweet. Just go read the damned thing.

Day 30 - Baby Steps - I really really love this fic. @runesandfaes did such a great job in just so few words to show a really sweet moment between Chaol, Yrene and their daughter learning to walk. I love the parallel back to when Chaol was learning to walk and the cameo of the golden couch. So sweet.

#thanksvember #fanfics #fanfiction

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phantomcat94 · 3 years ago

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Hi fellow cats musical lover! I’m working on creating a Grizabella Cosplay because she’s my absolute favorite cat. But I am unsure about what color her markings are. Some make it look like she’s some sort of Taupe and Black. Others make her look like she’s Grey and Black. You seem all knowing with all things cats related. So would you be able to tell me what color her markings are? I want to get her costume right and purrfect. 😺

Ahh I’m sorry if it took me awhile to get back, tumblr never sends me notifications anymore 😭😭 thank you for asking!!

Something I’ve noticed about Cats costumes from my time on tumblr is that there are often layers to the markings. For Griz, you may actually want to start with a cool (not yellow!) gold or a taupe in splotches (sponges or dip dying can work for this). Then later grey and black linework. Most of her markings are vertical down her legs, but don’t be afraid to give the lines slight angles to make them cross. It gives the artwork depth!

I don’t know if you’re doing Old Grizabella (re: Elaine Paige) or new corset Grizabella but if you want more tips for the old style I’ve got you! 🥰

#cats the musical #ask answered #sorry it took so long friend!

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incorrectcats · 4 years ago

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JELLICLE QUEENS APPRECIATION MONTH

Last round of my beautiful lovely amazing queens let’s GOOOOOOOOO ✊ Okay this has taken SO long, holy molly. @jelliclequeens

June 6th - Griddlebone

What do you love about this queen? She’s SO extra. Literally. Looks like a cotton cloud, sings opera, kicks everyone in the ass. An icon.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Honestly, I’ve only seen like... 2 versions of Griddlebone? She always looks big and fluffy and I love that.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? I’m gonna say Bonnie Simmons because it’s the version I prefer out of the ones on Spotify.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Good question, because I have no idea. I’ll say... Bombalurina. Because, you know what? These two could rule the world of they wanted to.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she goes “bye” and disappeares when the shit hits the fan lol

June 7th - Tantomile

What do you love about this queen? I think by now everyone knows that until a couple of weeks I actually didn’t like her. 1998 Tanto & Cori creeped the fuck out of me BUT I’ve found some super adorable Tantos out there and now I lover her.

What is your favorite version of this queen? I love the classical “rolled ears” style but I must admit that blue-haired Tanto from the Opera Populaire production is beautiful af.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Helen Gulston and Brittany Tooms Peel, they’re AMAZING and I’d die for them.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Cassomile, it has so much power. Also I’m starting to warm up to Tantoteazer uwu

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Whenever she does dumb stuff like pulling Tuggers tail (in the Dutch tour, I believe). She’s so cute.

June 8th - Cassandra

What do you love about this queen? EVERYTHING, SHE’S FREAKING AMAZING. She’s so beautiful, captivating, but also caring and lovely and so athletic, she’s just a goddess.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Hmm... I like most of them, I find them pretty similar. Buuut when the ears are rolled back? I love those wigs.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Rebecca Parker from 1998 movie, because I’m basic and I’m in love with her. But also Mette Towley from 2019 movie, she was one of my favourites in the movie!

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Cassomile, but I think that Cassalurina or Cassmeter would slap too.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she’s picked by Misto to do the magic trick. She’s super excited, a cutie pie.

June 9th - Victoria

What do you love about this queen? She’s so elegant and beautiful and I just want to be half as fab as her.

What is your favorite version of this queen? I like the versions where she’s mostly white with light brown/pink details, better than the ones with black details.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Phyllida Crowley Smith (1998 movie) and Hannah Kenna Thomas (Vienna 2019)

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Victeazer, of course. My two amazing ladies being amazing together, QUALITY CONTENT.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? The solo; even after watching it a thousand times I still find it fascinating. I love it. The solo and when she finally touches Grizabella. Make me cry, Vic, I deserve it.

June 10th - Rumpleteazer

What do you love about this queen? Okay, shit gets real here. I love EVERYTHING about Rumpleteazer. She has been one of my favourites ever since I saw the musical for the very first time. I love her. She’s funny, cute, super athletic, playful but with a soft side. She’s amazing istg I love Rumple.

What is your favorite version of this queen? All Teazers are good Teazers. (I’m not kidding, I love them all)

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Jo Gibb will always be my number one! However, Naoimh Morgan (both stage and 2019 movie), Shonica Gooden, Rose Iannacone, Anna Carina Buchegger and Georgie Leatherland are amazing too and I love them all.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Victeazer! Rumple stealing jewels for her fancy girlfriend. That’s all I need.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Every time she’s on stage is the best moment. Okay, I’ll be more selective: her whole number, her enthusiasm during Skimble’s song, and whenever she’s cute with any other cat. Oh, and during the Jellicle Ball, she’s AMAZING. Underrated dancer. And the “Are you lean like a lynx?” moment.

June 11th - Demeter

What do you love about this queen? Again, she’s one of my favourites so... Everything. She’s so brave and strong and I enjoy every single moment she’s on stage. One of the things I love the most about her is how despite the hardships she’s been through, she still wants to be happy and to enjoy life while she’s young.

What is your favorite version of this queen? London-based designs are my favourites most of the time. I love when her wig has this spiky style. A kind punk, that’s my girl!

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Linda Mae Brewer (Aeva May), Guadalupe Lancho, Erca Jayne Alden and Emanuelle N’Zuzi.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Demelurina, obviously. Queens of queens. This ship will end us all.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Her number with Bombalurina. They could kill me. And whenever she reunites with Munkustrap or Bombalurina after Macavity’s attack.

June 12th - Bombalurina

What do you love about this queen? Did I mention... Everything? She’s amazing. I love her confident attitude, how she doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. She’s sexy, she knows it, and she’ll do ehatever she wants because she can. However, she’s also caring and loving and is always watching over the younger cats and at the same time has a great relationship with the older queens. She’s an icon.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Oof, all of them. 2017 Asian tour was particularly gorgeous and whenever I see that design I cry for hours.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Rosemarie Ford, Suzie Melloy, Paqui Sánchez Melchior and Nadia Strahan.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Demelurina!

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she shows her protective side. I’d die for her, I’m not lying ;; And her solo moment during the Jellicle Ball, what a moment to be alive.

June 13th - Grizabella

What do you love about this queen? She’s quite a complex character, honestly. I love how prideful she is, and how she always keeps her head up. Go for it, queen!

What is your favorite version of this queen? I like the old school curly hair Griz better than the new version, honestly. Mexico Grizabella is super beautiful too, I love her.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Elaine Paige, Rosemarie Ford, Mamie Parris, Ana Milva Gomes, Rocío Banquells and María del Sol.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Maybe a young GrizxJelly could be cute, but I’m still bitter that they didn’t make a canon Fem!DeutxGriz in the 2019 movie.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Memory. It’s very basic, but honestly, it makes me cry every time.

June 14th - Exotica

What do you love about this queen? I’m gonna be honest... I never payed much attention to her. Sorry Exotica ;;

What is your favorite version of this queen? Okay maybe this is weird but... Do you know how she has two costumes in the 1998 movie? I like more the one that appears less lol, the “tabby” suit.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? I only know Femi Taylor!

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Hm... ExoticaxCassandra could be interesting.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? I’ve heard she has a couple of cute moments with Jellylorum at some point, but I don’t remember when ;;

#jelliclequeens2020

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lady-therion · 7 years ago

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A Small Kindness [Elriel]

Summary: All Elain wants is some peace, quiet, and a cup of coffee.

(Modern AU. NSFW.)

Tagging these baes: @aelin-and-feyre @queen-archeron @mywritingbox

***

The first thing Elain noticed was the crowds.

The Black Rose wasn’t usually this full—not even during finals. Though she supposed it was only a matter of time before her favorite coffee shop would be discovered. Especially when the management hired two new male baristas to draw in those crowds.

They were the second thing Elain noticed.

It was a little hard not to.

“Idiot,” muttered Nesta.

Elain glanced at the source of Nesta’s irritation: tall and tan with night-dark hair swept back from his face in a haphazard knot. His features were wild and rough-hewn, and the grin he flashed was both vicious and charming. The kind that invited flirtations and fistfights. He winked saucily at every customer who left him a tip—which was all of them. There were a few people in line who had cut ahead of them to order seconds.

Which did nothing to douse Nesta’s ire.

But it was the other barista that drew Elain’s full attention.

He was beautiful. There was really no other way to describe it. He was beautiful in the same way a cold winter night was beautiful. His gaze reminded her of shadows at dusk—patient and penetrating. She had a feeling that no detail, however small, could ever escape those eyes of his.

But it wasn’t his eyes that made Elain blush when he waved her over to his register.

It was the scars on his hands. The twisted masses of tissue that covered them so thoroughly that they were impossible to ignore. There was a history there, she thought, a story about survival. And rather than feeling frightened, Elain felt inexplicably drawn to it…

“Peppermint mocha with whip,” he said quietly.

Elain tilted her head. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m guessing you want a peppermint mocha with whip—and a gingersnap cookie,” he said, a faint smile ghosting his lips.

She didn’t know whether to be affronted….or impressed. It was exactly what she wanted on that cold December day.

“No need to show off, Azriel,” said the other barista. The nametag on his broad chest read Cassian. “You won’t be going home with her number.”

“Neither will you,” growled Nesta, sidling up to the register right next to them.

Elain reddened. “Nesta, please.”

But Cassian looked about as smug as a cat that found another cat to annoy. Except Nesta was no ordinary cat—she was a jungle predator in heels and designer jeans.

“A little jealous, sweetheart?” asked Cassian.

Nesta’s resulting glare could have frozen water, but Cassian’s grin only widened in a way that was sure to make her see red.

“Just the usual, Nes?”

Her sister grimaced. “I told you not to call me that.”

Azriel shared a pointed look with Elain. She had no idea Cassian and Nesta already knew each other…

After a heated exchange that could only be described as bickering, Cassian rung up Nesta’s order. Although her sister’s grumbling only intensified when she realized her black coffee had the word ‘Nes’ scrawled on the front of the styrofoam cup—along with a sloppily drawn heart and what looked to be Cassian’s number.

Azriel wore an expression of wry amusement as he rung up Elain’s own order.

“This one’s on me,” he said, when he handed it over.

There was no time to protest. The line of customers behind them were already leveling impatient—and somewhat miffed—looks in their direction.

And though Azriel hadn’t asked for her name, she saw that he had drawn it in neat and elegant script.

For Elain…

***

“He’s insufferable,” said Nesta, as they walked back across the quad.

Frost clung to the threadbare grass as a cruel wind blew across the lake, prompting them to hurry into the lobby of Elain’s dormitory.

“It’s because he likes you,” said Elain, causing Nesta to scoff as she walked her to the elevator. “I take it this isn’t the first time he’s given you his number?”

Nesta didn’t respond, but the way her mouth tightened said enough.

“You could always go somewhere else,” said Elain. “The Black Rose isn’t the only coffeeshop on campus.”

“True,” said Nesta, her posture remaining rigid.

And that was the end of that.

They said their brief goodbyes at Elain’s door, Nesta mentioning that she would pick up Feyre from the airport tomorrow morning.

Their little family would be together again for the holidays and while that should have filled her with no small amount of joy, she couldn’t seem to muster any. And on the heel of that thought came guilt.

She sat at her desk: a wild of array of markers, unfinished term papers, and a stack of near-overdue library books facing her. Morning bled into the afternoon and the afternoon bled into night and somehow Elain was caught in a limbo of having done so much and yet nothing at all…

She should be trying harder; catch up on all the things she had missed. She was a hair’s breadth away from probation, the fate of her GPA hanging in the balance after a long and extended break.

But instead, her thoughts drifted elsewhere—specifically, to the photograph she kept at her right-hand side.

She didn’t know why she kept it. Feyre and Nesta insisted that she throw it in the trash, with the latter offering to set it on fire. But even though her relationship with Graysen was effectively over, she still couldn’t bring herself to throw away their engagement photo.

There he was, in black and white, kneeling in the community rose garden as he slipped his mother’s ring onto her finger. And there she was, crying with tears of joy as she told him “a thousand times yes.”

Their story was supposed to be a fairy tale.

They were supposed to get a happy ending.

Now all Elain had left were the jagged edges of broken dreams and a layer of disappointments that clung to her like foul residue. It had been nothing short of painful—and humiliating—to recall all those invitations, cancel the venue, return the dress…

Send back the ring…

Time. She had lost so much time. Time that had been taken away from her studies, her internship, her grad school applications—her future.

What future?

Elain leaned back in her chair, dark thoughts swirling around her like bits of ash. She wished she were more like her sisters. Strong, brave, resilient. All their lives, they were like two stars that burned brightly in the night sky while she remained earthbound.

And she had been fine with that…until now.

Shaking her head, she grabbed her things and put on an extra coat.

Brooding, she decided, left a bitter taste in her mouth. A bitter taste that could be easily washed away by more cups of coffee. If her rabid thoughts were going to keep her up all night, she might as well keep them at bay by going somewhere else.

***

It was past midnight when the Black Rose had finally emptied out, leaving Elain with the peace and quiet she had so desperately sought. That she could stay at such a late hour was also one of the many reasons Elain enjoyed it here. There weren’t many independent coffee shops left that could be open twenty-four seven.

She had chosen one of the more secluded spots on the second floor: a bay window with cushioned seating and throw blankets. Her lap was a scattering of charts, graphs, index cards, and highlighted textbooks. And despite the falling snow against the chilled glass panes, she had stripped off her sweatshirt hours ago—the fireplace in the corner providing more than enough warmth. She thought about going downstairs to get more coffee, but was far too settled and cozy to do so.

“Mind if I join you?”

Elain nearly jumped out of her skin as Azriel appeared at her side, ninja-quiet like as though he had popped out of thin air.

“Sorry,” he said, sheepishly.

“No, it’s all right.” She smiled. “Are you sure it’s okay for you to be upstairs?”

He shrugged. “There’s no one here but you and me. And even if there was, I’d hear the bell.”

Elain looked at him then—really looked. The messy crop of hair, as dark as ink, swallowing up all the nearby light. The classically beautiful lines of his solemn face. His keen, almost preternatural, hazel eyes…

There was something remote about him, she thought. Something unreachable, like the watery depths beneath a frozen lake.

Who were they to one another right now?

Just two strangers seeking company and kindness in the dark…

So she made room for him on the other end of the window seat while he handed her a mug of hot chocolate.

“You’re very kind,” she said.

“Not to everyone,” he said, a wry smile on his face.

For a moment, Elain wondered what it would like if he truly smiled. If his expression wasn’t haunted by whatever burdens he was carrying deep inside.

Elain decided that it would be breathtaking.

“I guess I’m pretty lucky,” she said, sipping her hot chocolate—he even added the right amount of marshmallows.

Again, that ghost of a smile graced Azriel’s lips.

They sat together for a few moments of companionable silence, watching the snow drift and swirl outside, the fire crackling merrily on the other side of the room.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“How did I know what?”

“My name,” said Elain. “My order…how did you know?”

He was so still that Elain was sure that he was resisting the urge to fidget. She wasn’t accusing him, however. She genuinely wanted to know.

“I…overheard from the management that you used to be a regular,” he said. “They said you were one of their favorites and that you’ve been gone for awhile.” She swallowed. “They also told me what you preferred and then…I made a guess.”

A guess?

She replayed the events of this morning in her mind—dissecting every word, every gesture, every expression…

Elain’s mouth quirked. “Hmm. That’s not the full story though, is it?”

His face were impassive, but she could have sworn there was a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes when he said, “What makes you say that?”

“It’s a little odd that you would do that for someone you don’t know.”

“Can’t someone be kind for the sake of being kind?”

“It’s not your kindness I doubt,” said Elain, still smirking. “It’s your motive.”

His brows furrowed by the barest of fractions.

“Nesta and…Cassian,” said Elain, casting their names between them like two chess pieces. “My guess is that you’ve been watching them go at each other’s throats for awhile. My guess is that you and Cassian must be very close, close enough that you want to know more about my cranky sister—who I’m guessing isn’t giving you the best impression.”

“None of those things are…untrue,” he said.

“My guess is that Cassian can’t stop thinking about my sister. My guess is that he’s crazy about her. That he looks forward to seeing her everyday, hoping that she’ll come in. He doesn’t know how to talk to her, that much is clear. So you wanted to help. But rather than talk to her, my guess is that you thought it would be much easier to talk to me. Because I’m…”

She bit her lip at the word pushover.

It was one of the few choice insults Graysen hurled at her when she chose to end things. A pushover. For listening to what her sisters said about him, for choosing them over being a part of his family…

“Because you’re also kind,” Azriel finished for her. “And clever. I had no doubts about either of those things.”

It was the second time he made her blush that day.

He inclined his head. “I apologize for having an ulterior motive. But Cassian is as important to me as Nesta is to you. He’s my brother in everything but blood. He’s the one that got me this job when I have little useful skills to offer. And yes, your sister is…challenging.”

Elain giggled.

“But honestly, I think that’s why Cassian finds her so appealing.” He folded his arms. “So I hope you don’t mind that I was trying to learn more…with the added benefit of getting to know you in the process.”

“Well,” said Elain, trying not to fluster. “I’m glad that’s all out in the open then.”

“Indeed.”

She bit her lip. “Though I do have to ask…”

“Yes?” he said, sensing her hesitation.

Elain paused. “I think it’s only fair that you tell me all that you can about Cassian, if I’m going to be telling you all I can about Nesta. If my hunch is right—and it usually is—I have a funny feeling that I’ll be seeing more of him in the future. And not just at the Black Rose.”

Again, that glimmer of amusement danced in his eyes. “Fair enough. It’s a bargain.”

“Let’s shake on it.”

She could see the reluctance, the wariness that overcame him like the shadows on the walls. But still…still, he considered her. Considered her in a way that she had not been considered in a long time.

She held out her hand and, after a few moments, Azriel held out his.

His beautiful, scarred fingers were oddly gentle when they clasped hers.

***

December hurtled past in a flurry of endings; a hastily composed song of of last-minute cramming and last-chance assignments that was building towards an explosive crescendo.

For most people, that crescendo was winter break. The weeks of pure bliss that would release them from the academic madness of it all. But for Elain, the break was anything but a reprieve.

Although she believed her family deeply loved one another, being sequestered under the same roof was nothing short of strenuous. College (or in Nesta’s case, grad school) had provided the much needed distance to…appreciate each other’s presence more. Reuniting then became an act of adjustment. Nothing at all like the tender holiday scenes that were painted in Christmas songs.

Every day was filled with near unbearable tension—with Nesta and Feyre being especially charming to one another. Elain could barely stand their constant quarreling over the dinner table, their long-held resentments bubbling over like hot water, the endless cycle of truces and half-enthusiastic compromises that came after.

Even worse than the things that they did argue about, were the things that were never mentioned. Namely, her fiance.

Ex-fiance.

So after dinner, Elain would retreat—not to her dorm, which would have remained empty as the rest of her classmates returned home. But to the Black Rose where she could find at least one silver lining every night in Azriel’s company.

Azriel, to his credit, didn’t seem to mind.

“Your sisters mean well,” he told her, after a particularly fraught evening. “My brothers are also very…passionate. When they squabble, things actually break.”

“They do not!”

“We’ve had to replace our dining table three times now…”

Elain was glad her sisters were so busy trying to establish dominance that they rarely questioned where she was going. And her father…she didn’t want to think too much about her father.

She could only imagine what Nesta’s reaction would be if she knew why Elain was meeting with Azriel in the first place.

She had shared as many details as she could about her older sister—her likes, her dislikes…though nothing too personal or candid. Azriel, in return, shared as many details as he could about his brother.

Or rather, foster brother.

The both of them had been raised by the mother of a friend named Rhysand—who also became their brother by default. And if Nesta and Feyre fought like alley cats, then Rhys and Cassian had fought like two wolf cubs trying to carve out their own territory.

“But they got along eventually, right?” asked Elain.

Azriel shook his head. “They hated each other even long after I arrived. Cassian took a liking to me immediately—which I think made Rhys both wary and jealous. It was a while before the three of us got ourselves sorted out. We must have drove Rhys’ mother out of her mind.”

Elain knew a little something of that, especially with Feyre. How her younger sister looked with envy—and longing—at the way Nesta would soften for Elain and no one else.

Midnight after midnight passed. And soon they talked about everything. Not just about their siblings, but about themselves. Their heartbreaks. Their scars. Both seen and unseen.

Her heart clenched the night he told her about his half-brothers. What they did to his hands. The abuse he suffered before Rhys’ mother rescued him from that darkness. It was one of the many secrets he shared with her that felt as precious as gold. Elain had the feeling that he never shared these things with anyone. Perhaps not even his brothers. That he would do so with her was…wonderful, thrilling even.

She could not have predicted growing this close with another person in such a short amount of time. What began as a mere trickle in a stream suddenly grew like the currents of a river. She was almost shocked at how easy it felt to be attuned to each other’s rhythms. As though they had known each other for years. All their lives, even.

This…development between them didn’t go unnoticed by others either.

There was one evening at the Black Rose where they were approached by a group of freshman girls, each one of them smiling in the kind of manic way that made Azriel grip Elain’s hand under the table.

“We just wanted to say that we think you guys make the cutest couple!”

“Oh my god, yes! How long have you been dating?”

It was the first time Elain had seen Azriel stammer.

It was also the first time Elain seriously considered asking him on an actual date.

So the next night, she did.

“Please,” she said, after a few moments of horribly awkward silence. There was so much hope contained in that single word ‘please.’ That word alone held the entire world; her entire heart.

Azriel, however, seemed to stunned to respond. As though he had never seen her before. In fact the only word he managed to say was, “Why?”

Elain swallowed. It wasn’t a no.

“I know we’ve only known each other a short time,” she said. “But I feel like I’ve known you forever. You see me, Azriel. And I see you too…and I…I want to know more.”

Another stunned pause.

And then a kiss.

He leaned into her, almost pushing her against the corner of what became their spot—the little bay window where everything had began.

He brushed his lips against hers. It was cautious, but sweet. She closed her eyes, wanting to carve that moment into her memory forever.

When she opened them, she decided she wanted more.

So when he brushed another kiss against the seam of her mouth, she captured his tongue. He groaned as she began to tease him, to urge him to let go, to play with her. And he did—eagerly, almost shaking as they continued this beautiful game of give and take.

He smiled at her when they finally broke apart, and her heart nearly stopped.

Because she was right—it was breathtaking. The most breathtaking thing she had ever seen.

“Dinner tomorrow?” he murmured hotly against her ear. “My place?”

“Just dinner?” she asked, heart racing.

He laced his fingers with hers.

“It could be whatever you want it to be.”

She grinned. “What if I wanted it be a date?”

He still hadn’t said yes, technically.

“Then it’s a date,” he said, and sealed their bargain with another kiss.

***

Of course, Elain had to ruin everything.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” chided Azriel.

She fought the urge to wince as he gently prodded her ankle, an ankle that began swelling not long after she had slipped on the ice right outside his apartment.

Azriel had rushed to meet her in flurry of panic when he saw her fall, then scooped her up in his arms when she realized that she couldn’t walk without flinching.

“Hold on tight,” he had said, coaxing her to loop her arms around his neck.

His muscles were corded and tense, like he was shielding her from enemy fire instead of taking her up the staircase. He looked so serious about it too—asking her if he was going too fast, if he was jolting her in any way. It was all so romantic and chivalrous and if Elain wasn’t gritting her teeth against the pain, she would have joked about knights and swooning…

As things stood she was too mortified to say much of anything.

There was no elevator in his building and Azriel lived on the eighth floor, but he carried her the entire way there without pausing or breaking a sweat. Being held this way…she never realized how small she was, or how safe she felt when she was with him.

Without thinking, she buried her nose in his shirt, taking in as much of that clean, male scent as she could. She could have sworn she heard a satisfied rumble coming from deep within his chest.

He was so strong…

He unlocked his door and set her gently on his couch. And when he rolled up the hem of her skirt, she wished she had worn something more alluring than wool-knit socks with a dinosaur pattern.

“I like them,” he said, as if sensing her embarrassment. “They’re cute.”

“You’re just saying that.”

But when he leaned up to kiss her, she forgot to be self-conscious. She forgot how to breathe.

“I like you,” he told her. “And I’m not just saying that.”

He brought her a pack of ice and then her dinner—which he cooked himself. He was fussing and fretting and Elain couldn’t decide if she found it adorable or overwhelming. But when she finished his food, she decided on the former. Because his expression of pride and gratitude was enough to make her heart ache.

“How’s your ankle?”

“It’s okay,” she said, even though Azriel kneeled before her to inspect it himself.

“The swelling’s gone down a bit,” he said. “You probably sprained it, so you’ll need to take it easy for the next few days.”

He looked up at her, his gaze focused and intense.

Just the sight of him there, between her legs, was enough to make her mouth go dry…and other places wet.

“Are you feeling better?” he said, quietly—his beautiful hands suddenly gliding up the back of her calves. The roughness of his scars made her shiver in delight, distracting her to the point where he had to ask her again.

“You can kiss it and make it better,” she blurted, cheeks flaming. She had never asked for anything so boldly—not even with Graysen.

“Oh?” he said, his voice low and rough. It was a wonder that she didn’t melt against the throw pillows.

Slowly, gently, he kissed the skin of her ankle. Just a feather-light greeting to let her know he was there.

Then she told him to go higher.

He paused, his eyes darkening into a burnished gold that made her spread her knees apart.

“Elain…”

He was asking for permission, she realized. As if her increasingly shallow breathing and heaving bosom weren’t enough. She swallowed, then said, “I want you to.”

And that was all Azriel needed to hear before he left a agonizingly slow trail of kisses from her ankles, to her knees—first one, then the other—before lifting up her skirt entirely.

Elain gasped at the suddenness of being bared to him, thankful that her choice in panties wasn’t as quirky as her choice in socks.

Azriel seemed more than appreciative of them too. Because when he dipped his nose in that most secret place, he took his time licking a long and indulgent stripe through the pink lace fabric. And if Elain thought she was wet before, she was positively drenched by the time he pulled her panties aside to taste her.

The noises she made were the very essence of primal. As was her death-grip in Azriel’s hair when he made her come two, three, four times with nothing but his wicked tongue. He liked to use his whole mouth, feasting on her like a starving man faced with a delicious banquet.

Because his tongue kept swiping, exploring, savoring, lingering until Elain could barely stand it. She began to dig her fingers into his shoulders. He seemed to like it when she began to claw helplessly at his back.

It was the sweetest form of torture.

She told him she had never, ever felt like this.

“Oh Elain,” he said, breaking away from her to wipe his mouth. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Then he carried her still quivering body into his bedroom and closed the door behind them.

***

The next morning, Elain woke up tangled in a bed that wasn’t her own, snuggled against a body that made her feel like nothing but the two of them existed.

Azriel held her close, his nose buried in the crook of her neck like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

They woke each other with soft touches and slow kisses—kisses that grew more hungry with each passing moment. She ground herself against him, needing to feel his hardness. He growled playfully as he rolled her over, mindful of her ankle, and nipping at her ear in a way that made her squeal (which made him smile against her skin).

She wanted him to take her again. And he wanted to oblige.

Unfortunately, their reverie was interrupted by the frantic buzzing on both their phones.

It was Cassian and Nesta…wondering where they were that morning and when they were planning on showing themselves.

They both groaned as they sent back placating (if not disgruntled) messages, telling them where they were, and shrugging off the inevitable consequences of openly admitting that they had spent the night together.

“They’re never going to let us hear the end of this,” said Azriel, throwing his phone onto the carpet below.

He wanted to pick up where they left off, and decided the best place to start was her neck.

“I know,” said Elain, half-moaning when Azriel made his way to the space between her breasts. “But I could really…care less right now.”

He murmured in agreement as his tongue brushed against her navel—ready for round two. Or was it round three?

They needed no more words for the exquisitely blissful moments that followed.

*** Thank you for reading, my loves.

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lasselantanariel · 7 years ago

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The story fades around you, dropping you gently but firmly into reality once again. You stare at the faded out “next page” arrows, with a familiar feeling of sadness, frustration, and anticipation. Knowing you’ll have to wait for the next update, you scroll down the page to check in with your fellow fans. As your scroll lower across the gifs and puns you feel a tugging sensation from within, suddenly you’re not staring at a screen but standing on a tall grassy hill, the sky above is dark enough to see stars, but there is a slight purple glow about the edges. There’s a faintly salty taste to the air, and you can hear waves nearby, but below you. Before you stands a large fort, its walls made of multi-colored pillows, large blankets drape over top of it to serve as a roof, brightly painted miniature airships hover above it all, their tiny anchors holding parts of the blankets to keep them from sagging. There are several openings ahead, the most prominent marked by a sign that reads “Namesake Pillow Fort” over which someone has taped a paper reading “Pillow Fort O’ Feels” in large friendly lettering. Below these is a third that says simply “All are welcome.” You hear laughter within and step inside curiously.

The first thing you notice is the utter vastness of it all...it’s so much bigger on the inside, pillow walls divide its many rooms, but there’s an odd distortion around the edges, as though your eye cannot quite gauge the distance. There’s a large bonfire ahead, near the center of the tent, with a laughing crowd around it who seem to be roasting marshmallows, although several stand a little way off from them muttering about safety hazards, as they eye the fire dubiously. Not far from them a group talks excitedly, theorizing where the story will go next, you notice a few knowing glances shared between a few of their number, but those who know what’s next keep to the “No Spoilers” rule. Their debate is interrupted by an ominous pronouncement of doom from one of the occupants of a nearby cushioned bench. The people sitting on it look slightly uncomfortable, in spite of its plush softness, one figure kneels in front of it, tapping its sturdy wooden base and muttering something about supports.

You bump distractedly into something soft and look down. Next to the door is a large stack of extra pillows and blankets, a familiar pair of blue eyes appear in the air above them, joined by a toothy white smile as one of the Cheshire cats settles in. You stare for a moment. “It’s a bit overwhelming isn’t it?” asks a voice. You turn to see a familiar yet unfamiliar woman pulling an ice cream cart, which she seems to be using as a tea trolley. “Things got a bit out of hand, but it’s wonderful here. You get used to the size eventually...sort of. Would you like a map? I’m afraid they’re not very helpful for distances, but they serve as a general guide.” she turns back to her cart. On it sits a teapot, several mismatched cups and plates, an inviting plate of warm cookies, and some kind of cake with cream cheese frosting. “Butter pecan,” she says as if reading your mind. “My favorite. There are other desserts too, we all carry something different.” “We?” you ask. “Oh, I’m with the C.I.C.” she says, pointing to her cart. “Cakes and Ice Cream. This is one of the emergency mobile units. Our main office is over there.” She points to your right, where several more carts sit by tables full of desserts, the scents of coffee and apple cider waft slightly above the rest. A woman with wings wearing a beanie, and a man serving tea pause to wave. “That’s Kitzel and Rob.” She says, waving back. “We’ve got pretty much everything in there. We even recently installed a slushie machine.” She seems oddly proud of this. “Anyway, your map.” she unfolds it, turning it to face you, and points to the bottom. “You’re here. If you go left you-” She was cut off by a loud noise like a tea kettle. “Oh dear, that sounded like Wolph. Selva must be helping with costumes again. Excuse me.” She grabs her cart and dashes off through an opening in the pillow wall to the left. Did she say Selva?? You run after her, stumbling into the largest backstage dressing room you’ve ever seen. There are costumes and mirrors everywhere, and you nearly bump into a dress form as you stare at Selva, surrounded by a cloud of falling glitter.

“I’m so sorry! I offered to help and she exploded!” Selva said worriedly.

“It’s ok Selva, she’ll reform in a few minutes, she’s pretty experienced at it by now. Just don’t hug her or she’ll explode again.”

You could swear you heard the glitter whisper “Too perfect!” as it fell.

“Is she okay?” Another woman with a C.I.C. cart rushes up, wearing an Eeyore onesie.

“Hey, Denise. Yeah, Selva offered to help with her costume, and she exploded.”

“Ah.” She nodded. “I’ll wait here with her until she gets herself back together. I made scones again, try some!”

Before you can ask, another woman runs up. “Autumn! Look at my wings!! Selva and Trypt helped me with them!” She does an expert twirl, showing off her beautiful winged ball gown. “I look like a fairy!”

“Oh wow Madness, that looks amazing!”

“Thanks! I’m going to go try out my new routine in it!” She dances off excitedly, and you can’t help but stare after her. The ball gown is just so pink. You blink dazedly, following her as she dances into the next room through a cloud of glitter. Music plays from a stage at the other end of a long long room lined with gauzy drapes in dusty pinks and purples, and glitter seems to hover in the air like sparkling clouds over the dancers.

“What is this place?” you wonder aloud.

“The Grand Ballroom. Beautiful isn’t it?” The woman you spoke to before stands next to you, smiling at the room with obvious fondness. “Careful of the glitter in there, you’ll never get it off. It seeps into your soul.” It was impossible to tell from her smile whether this was a joke.

You glance down at your map to see what lies beyond it. “What’s the wailing room?”

“It’s like a wailing wall, only I tried to soundproof it a bit, by putting them in the corner. It’s not all shouting though, lots of people just cry and write letters and stick them between the pillows. It seems to help. Next to that we have-” She broke off suddenly, staring into the crowd ahead and sniffing slightly. You catch the faint scent of peaches from somewhere inside the ballroom, and following her gaze, see a tall figure with a white feather cloak and owl mask drifting through the glittery haze, between dancers. You both watch until he disappears into the crowd. She shakes her head as if to clear it. “What was I saying? Right, then you’ll find my favorite spot the Archive. You’ll probably bump into Elaine and Warrick there too.”

“Are all the characters in here?” You ask her.

“Of course. Well, all the safer ones I mean. Most of them wander, but Ben makes the most amazing pancakes over at the buffet, and Nandita runs the therapy circle. You can usually spot a few by Storyteller Central. That’s where you can usually find Isa and her notebook and Meg with her knitting too. Although you might find them in other places as well, like the Archive. Everyone’s bound to be in the Archive sooner or later.”

“What’s this Pile O’ Plushies? And Lurker Lounge?” You ask, pointing at the map.”

She laughs, “A giant pile of stuffed animals that some of our fellow fans disappear into and only seem to come out for snacks, and a dark and quiet area for fans who don’t feel up to socializing right now. I used to live there myself, and still have to visit. Never feel bad if you need to go in there, it’s there for a reason. You’ll still have coloring books, and snacks, and blankets, just no socializing. A few of the cats like to hang out in there too. And there’s a handy exit if you need it. I wish all places had a lurker lounge.”

“What’s in the bunker?”

“Everything. I’m frankly afraid to try mapping it, people keep adding to it. The upside and the downside of a group project fueled by imagination. It’s taken on a life of its own now. We also have a Shipping Harbor down that way. You can reach it by the path outside, or a tunnel in the bunker below.”

“Thank you.” You say.

“Hey, no problem.” She responds holding out a hand, “The name’s Lasselanta, but you can call me Lanta if you want. Or Nariel”

“Didn’t that other woman call you Autumn?”

She laughs, and as her head tips back you notice a faint point at the tips of her ears.“It’s the same thing really. Lasselanta Nariel is just my name in Quenya, Autumn Blaze is its English translation. Anyway, welcome to the Namesake Fandom. You’re going to love it here.”

#namesake fan art #namesake

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nejnyx · 7 years ago

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Well, when someone asks for all of them:

1. Top 3 favorite songs at the moment? Thinking bout you – Frank Ocean, Make me Feel - janelle monáe, I talk to the trees – Clint Eastwood 2. What are you wearing right now? pjs 3. Favorite season? Fall, not too cold and no bugs 4. Left handed or right handed? right 5. Favorite thing you like about yourself? …I think I’m funny and spunky 6. Favorite TV show at the moment? FMA brohood 7. What are some of your pet peeves? …uhhh when people respond yes when asked to decide between 2 things 8. Favorite and least favorite subjects in school? Set design for both 9. Plans for the future? Set Design Internship somewhere in California, work in Portland or Seattle, or live by the beach and just do nothing 10. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? New Zealand or Denmark 11. What celebrity do you look up to? Jimmy Fallon because he knows how to have fun 12. Who/what makes you smile regardless? Starkid, puppies, It’s tricky – RUN DMC, and my friends 13. Favorite song lyrics? I’ve cried tears you’ll never see, or you’re so far away doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore, or even though I haven’t seen you in years yours is the funeral I would fly to from anywhere, or forever is our today who waits forever anyway 14. Favorite movie? Anastasia, or Donnie Darko 15. What is the worst thing someone could do to you? Tell me they don’t care or that they lied about something huge because it just really messes with me. 16. What pets do you have/want to have? A snake, a dalmatian, a bull terrier, and a tuxedo cat. Not all at once 17. Describe your day today? Good then sad then better then normal. 18. Night owl or morning bird? Night owl 19. Favorite musical artist? LP or Twelve Foot Ninja 20. How old are you? 22 21. Where are you from? Sonoma County 22. What are a few things on your bucket list? See the world, discover more about my dad’s side of the family, meet Doris Day before she dies 23. Do you have/want any tattoos? I want…8? 24. Do you have/want any piercings? I want to pierce my ears again. 25. What do you hate most about yourself? Yikes. My inability to talk to people and handle stressful situations. I don’t like that I can’t communicate my feelings. 26. What does your last text message say? Yes!! 27. What would you name your future daughter/son? Son: Jensen Cole or Vance Mathias, Daughter: Halley Symone or Jodie Elaine 28. What are you listening to right now? …vines…no lol 38 Special 29. What is the last book you read? Winter 30. Favorite food? Crème brûlée 31. Cats or dogs? Dogs…sorry Berlioz 32. Introverted or extroverted? Introverted so so introverted I’m an infj. 33. When and why did you first join tumblr? Supernatural and…like…so long ago… 34. Celebrity OTP? I don’t have one? John Wayne and Marueen O’hara 35. Tv show OTP? Rose and Ten 36. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius 37. Lucky number? ????11 38. Gender? female 39. What’s the last thing you watched on Netflix? Greys 40. When is your birthday? 1/28/1996 superbowl Sunday 41. Where are you from? Again, Sonoma County or Ropo – the place where everyone thinks they’re ghetto but they aren’t 42. If you could, what celebrity would you want to meet? Doris Day 43. Last concert you went to? ……….Colbie Caillat 44. What do you think of me/my tumblr account? Bravo 45. Favorite holiday? Labor Day? I get to see my family 46. Favorite animal? Chinchilla 47. TV you love that’s underrated? IT crowd? Scrubs? Idk I feel like I have good taste lol 48. What’s your relationship status? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 49. What do you want to be/do when you grow up? I want to be content. I want to do something with design or art of any kind. 50. What would you do if you won the lottery? Rent Disneyland for the night or see all of the plays or pay my parents back or buy property in Monterey. 51. ASK ME ANYTHING YOU WANT

#ask me anything #me #answers #questions

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austinpanda · 4 years ago

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Dad Letter 101820

18 October, 2020

Dear Dad--

The past few days have all been about little Horta. We got her spayed on Thursday! This has produced a conflict between the protective side of Zach, who wants the cat to calm the hell down and keep her incision sutured up nice and tight, and the cat’s natural inclination to go careening into the walls at top speed, like an asshole, for no reason. It has therefore been necessary to watch both kitties closely. The one thing we want to avoid: when they tussle, they sometimes do those bunny kicks of disembowelment. We don’t want Sam to bunny kick Horta’s stitches out. We seem to have a few factors on our side; Horta is healing quickly and showing no sign of pain or stress. The incision is small, straight, and tidy. It's healing quickly. Nothing swelling, or doing anything else it shouldn’t. At this point, it just looks like a scratch on her stomach about a half inch long.

I suppose it’s the nightmare of everyone who cares for a tiny living thing: I’m going to turn my attention to something else for five minutes, and when I walk back into the living room, the kitty will be suspended from the ceiling fan by her entrails, very much dead, and it’ll be All My Fault. I try to listen to that voice when it tells me to be cautious, but sometimes it’s full of shit, and you just need to worry less. Anyway, Horta can’t stop being a cocaine-fueled spaz, and Sam is doing his best to encourage her to be lethargic and corpulent, like he is. Hopefully, getting her spayed will aid in this endeavor.

I continue my various writing projects. I’m still writing the Halloween movie guide. And yesterday I found out I was a lot further into writing a screenplay than I remembered! I wrote about the first 15 minutes of a retelling of a movie from 1973 called The Legend of Hell House. The Legend of Hell House is one of my favorite haunted house movies, because it has a scientist with his scientific instruments, and his wife, who always travels along, and two psychics, a small cast, and they’re all confined to this house, trying to deal with nasty antagonists. (It’s kind of like Alien in that regard.) I’ve always wanted to rewrite the movie to update it, to continue telling its awesome story behind the haunting, and to fix a big plot hole in the original movie.

In the original movie, a rich guy tells the scientist guy, “Find me proof of an afterlife! I’ll give you a jillion dollars!” And that’s the inciting incident; the event that gets the plot moving. By the time the movie ends, however, the two remaining protagonists turn on the ghost-eliminating machine and walk out of the house to let it work. End credits. After I watched the movie a bunch of times, it finally occurred to me, “They were there to get proof for the old rich guy.” Oops. That’s the kind of large, silly plot hole that could have been fixed right from the start just by adding a couple of lines of dialogue at the beginning, like, “I want proof of an afterlife, and if you find any ghosts, kill the shit out of them!” Then the rest of the movie makes sense.

But I thought I could not only retell the story, but update a few things. One of the main characters now has a PTSD service dog that makes sure no one else gets close to its human. One reliable way to scare the crap out of an audience is to put the family dog in peril, so I can use that to my advantage in the story. It’s another victim, one most audience members might care about more than the human characters, that can be afflicted by the evil spirits that haunt the house, only to emerge unharmed at the end. I can already tell I’m not going to want to write a story that includes the dog actually getting harmed. Did you know there are websites you can visit if you want to find out whether the dog dies in a movie you’re about to watch? Part of me is offended, because, “I’m sorry, but the movie makers decided it was important that the dog takes one for the team, as a plot point, so just watch the damn movie!” but if someone just had to put their dog down, you don’t want to show them Old Yeller, right? So I guess it’s good that this website exists.

I think the rest of my previous week could best be summed up with bullet points!

- I just found out there was a video game that came out about five years ago that got really popular. In this game, you can fight the monsters and kill them, or you can, no shit, talk to them and resolve your conflicts through understanding and non-violence. That blows my fucking mind.

- I was able to vote by mail! And since Maine is such an enlightened state, I was able to track it online, and verify that my ballot was received and accepted. Boo-yah!

- My back is finally feeling better! I’m still in lots of exciting pain, but it’s no longer preventing me from standing up, or doing chores, or sleeping at night, thank goodness.

- We made something called a millionaire pie, which is a white thing with pineapple and cherries. Despite combining lots of delicious ingredients, the pie still wasn’t great. Recipe needs tinkering. Ought to be called the dolla fifty pie.

Soon the election will happen, and I will finally stop getting so much election-related junk mail, and so many election-related pre-recorded phone calls, and election-related texts. (How do these dickheads have my phone number?) And hopefully politics will not be in the news so much. Seems like we’re still having to quarantine and wear masks and do social distancing if we want to avoid catching some Covid. The year 2020 is not going to be looked back on fondly, I fear, but at least the holidays are about to start. We’re on a very limited budget, but not so limited that we won’t have a nice Thanksgiving and Christmas.

I hope you and Elaine are both well, and staying safe. Keep warm and keep those emails coming! All my love to you both!

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sindrafalcone · 8 years ago

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Question Tag

I was tagged by @kpopthirstaddicted Thank you and sorry for taking forever to play! Rules: Answer the 10 questions I give you. Tag 10 people and give them new questions to answer as well.

10 Questions by @melaninstoryteller

1. What one kpop group would you want to meet above all else? Bigbang, hands down! 2. Do you like Destiny’s Child? Meh... 3. Do/Did you color outside the lines? Yup. 4. Can you play an instrument? No. *SIGH* 5. Pull overs or zippered jackets? Pull overs 6. Drawing or painting? Painting. I can't even draw stick people. 7. Do you wear makeup often? Oh, dear God no. I've had enough stage makeup to last me a lifetime. Plus, I have huge pores (it's genetic) so, makeup just tends to make them look even bigger. :( 8. What’s your favorite season? Summer! I love being all hot and sweaty. 9. Do you go to the library? Not as often as I used to... which is sad. 10. Do you try to set a bed time for yourself? Ha! If I got to set my own bedtime, it'd be like, 9pm. But I have to stay up until 10:30 because of my husband's work schedule.

10 Questions by @kimyoujinis186cmofpuregoodness

1. Ultimate bias? Choi Seung Hyun <3 aka. TOP, Tabi, choom TOP, bingu TOP 2. Favorite kpop song(s)? Dude... I have WAY too many. Lol But my absolute favorite is Dirty Cash. <3 3. What do you love the most about your bias group? I love their true friendship with each other. 4. What makes you happy? Oh, man... lots of things. My kids, good chocolate, cheap wine, music, my Tumblr friends, cooking/baking, photography, writing.... I could go on and on. :) 5. How would you describe yourself in three words? Quietly wicked Mom... 6. If you could turn back the time to do things differently, would you do it? Yes, but not everything. Just some. 7. Favorite movie? Sabrina (the 1995 remake) 8. Favorite quote from a song/book/movie? “Better to win by admitting my sin than to lose with a halo.” Evita, (musical) 9. If you could listen to one song only for the rest of your life, which song would it be? White Love ~ Seungri 10. Favorite MV of all time? November Rain ~ Guns n Roses

New Questions

1. What is your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip, but it has to be chewy and not have any nuts or other weird things in there. 2. What is your favorite Pokemon? Pikachu 3. What language(s) do you speak? English, a tiny bit of conversational/travel Spanish, and I can curse like a space cowboy in Mandarin. ;) 4. What is your favorite Holiday? Halloween 5. What is (are) your favorite(s) writer(s)? Again... not enough space. JK Rowling, Terry Pratchett, Patricia Briggs, RA Salvatore, Jim Butcher, Kim Harrison, Elaine Cunningham, Kevin J Anderson, Robert Jordan, Timothy Zahn, AC Crispin 6. How old were you when you stopped believing in Santa (or magic)? Technically, I'm friends with Mrs. Claus on Facebook, so.... And, yeah I still believe in magic too. I have a wand and everything. <3 (Ebony, 14 inches, Unicorn hair core) 7. Besides kpop, what other music genres do you like? Um... yes. Funnily enough the only genre I don't really like is American rap or really heavy/death metal. 8. Cats or dogs (or both)? Dogs! 9. How old were you when you had your first kiss? Oooooo... I don't remember? Um, 7 or 8, I think? 10. Did you had a favorite subject in school? Yes, I was the English/Literature nerd.

Okay, so I suck at this type of thing & I can’t think of any questions to add. But If you want to do this, then consider yourself tagged!

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elainescookingforthesoul · 5 years ago

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TRANSCRIPT for Episode 1.06 “Robin’s Penne Bolognese” (PART 1/2)

ACT I

[INTRO MUSIC]

ELAINE: Hello and welcome back to Elaine's Cooking Podcast for the Soul. I am your host Elaine Martínez, and tonight...well, tonight listeners, in the interest of open communication, I've been feeling a little blue. I suspect it may be the temporary lockdown in place across LA making me a little stir-crazy...I've been stuck this dental office for the past three days. Or it could be the lean rations and the ongoing ban on bread. I don't know, sometimes I think it's just the death of most my friends and family after the rapid, haphazard exchange of nuclear weapons by now-extinct government bodies all those months ago...I hate to complain, but I know there might be other people feeling a little down, so thought it might be worth sharing. We all have ways of coping with sad emotions, but the best way for me is by cooking up something good and talking to myself! Today, however, I'm getting a little outside that old routine. Oh, I'm still cooking up something delicious, but this time around I'll be talking to a lovely new guest by the name of Robin Jones. Welcome, Robin!

ROBIN: Hello, Elaine!

ELAINE: Robin, it is truly a pleasure to see you. Now we were once tangential acquaintances…

ROBIN: Yeah, I was your barista! Saw this babe every day for their chai tea latte. And now I get to hang out where you work! I didn't even know you were a dentist! Although I guess in retrospect, your scrubs and insistence that I use your #1 Dentist mug makes a little more sense.

ELAINE: Oh, I've missed those chai lattes, and I've missed your energy. Still have the cup though! See?

[CERAMIC MUG HITS TABLE]

ROBIN: Sick.

ELAINE: Well, what are we cooking up today, Miss Robin?

ROBIN: Firstly, before we get in too deep, I do prefer gender neutral pronouns such as they, them, or just Robin.

ELAINE: I hope I didn't offend you.

ROBIN: Nah, you didn't know! Now you do. Still prefer she and her?

ELAINE: That is correct. And secondly?

ROBIN: Secondly, let me just say when I heard you were doing a post-apocalyptic cooking podcast, I was like, okay, but there are only two ways to eat canned meat as far as I know: hot or cold, right? But then I remembered two very magical words: Penne Bolognese.

ELAINE: Italian!

ROBIN: Yup. The recipe I brought with me is a modified version of other, better versions. It uses only a can of diced tomatoes, a half cup of lentils, some tomato paste, a handful of illegal spices, and my least favorite noodle, the freaking tiny tube-ish one.

ELAINE: I see. Well your candor is much appreciated.

ROBIN: Sure sure, that's like my thing. Hey. Remember when you were talking about being sad and lonely?

ELAINE: Just a few moments ago?

ROBIN: Yeah.

ELAINE: Yes. Why?

ROBIN: Is that, like, the same as feeling bummed?

ELAINE: Maybe. What does feeling bummed feel like for you?

ROBIN: You know, bummed. For me it's like this engulfing wave thing that happens to my heart every once in a while when I remember everything I've lost. My mom, my sisters, my cats, my bluetooth earbuds...It feels like my heart is being squeezed, but also like I'm plummeting from the top of a roller coaster. But it's not fun at all.

ELAINE: Sounds like...and I am just a dentist and not a licensed therapist, psychologist, or medical doctor...but perhaps you are describing a panic attack brought on by feelings of sadness and isolation?

ROBIN: Nah, I wasn't panicking at all though. I was just chilling in the abandoned Russian deli I've been living out of, sitting on the counter, eating some Sour Punch Straws and thinking about life.

ELAINE: Sure, but--

ROBIN: Like, for all intents and purposes, it was a pretty regular day.

ELAINE: My own anxiety has many triggers. Sometimes it seems to pop up quite randomly and can really lay me low.

ROBIN: Woof. Thank god I don't have that.

ELAINE: Right...Well, Robin, what I'd like to suggest is that you continue talking this out with a licensed therapist--I used to know many. But these days everyone of that ilk has been rounded up to work on those semi-sentient advertising robots.

ROBIN: You mean the Ad Ministers? Those things are...

ELAINE: Terrifying?

ROBIN: I was gonna say 'dope,' but yeah they're pretty fuckin terrifying.

ELAINE: Indeed. So since real methods of dealing with our declining mental health is temporarily unattainable, why don't we work through this by way of having a little fun cooking up some food and enjoying one another's company? Why don't you share a little about this delightful dish with us!

ROBIN: Cool, I'll just like tamp those feelings down for now. Gimme a second.

ELAINE: Please, take your time.

ROBIN: Cool, all set. So for the dish there are basically two elements uniting here. We've got a real chunky tomato-ey sauce.

ELAINE: Plainly stated, I love it.

ROBIN: And we've got a noodle.

ELAINE: Penne, to be precise.

ROBIN: Ugh, don't get me started. This dumb-looking tube is by far the least popular noodle, and it's impossible to trade at the ration swaps. Even wheat fettuccini noodles pull higher rank than this guy.

ELAINE: It is a very boring noodle. Let's get started on this sauce! Afterwards, we'll rinse out the pot and boil up the penne.

ROBIN: The sauce! Oh man, Elaine. I've really worked this one out. It's a huge step up from your regular jar of marinara. Lots more flavor, tons more protein.

ELAINE: Ooh, and we certainly are not in a position to turn down protein.

ROBIN: No, we are not. So the sauce is real simple. I brought with me a can of diced tomatoes. Will you open that?

ELAINE: Of course.

[CAN OPENER GRINDING]

ROBIN: And I guess I can get this hot plate thingy fired up...It's like a camping stove, huh?

[GAS/WHOOSH OF HOT PLATE]

ELAINE: Exactly. It gets that pot hot extremely fast.

ROBIN: Perf. Just throw those tomatoes right on in, Elaine.

[SIZZLE]

ROBIN: And then we'll fill that can there with some water and add that as well. May I?

[WATER POURING]

ELAINE: Oh my. I never thought of using the water pick for cooking before.

ROBIN: Well, if we're gonna do this on top of a dental chair, we might as well use the whole hog, right?

ELAINE: Very resourceful.

ROBIN: Great. So we can just let that pot get hot...you weren't kidding. This thing works fast.

ELAINE: It is always an extremely high flame, and a very thin pot.

ROBIN: Well alright. I guess it's time to add the tomato paste--just a squirt there, maybe a tablespoon's worth.

[SQUIRT AND SIZZLE]

ELAINE: Done. I'll just stir that in.

ROBIN: Great! And now we get to add all the illegal spices and herbs I bought and stole

ELAINE: So much candor.

ROBIN: It's my signature Sogbop spice.

ELAINE: Sogbop. I can't say I have ever heard of that before.

ROBIN: Oh sure, that's because I made it up. It's a teaspoon each of salt, oregano, garlic powder, basil, onion powder, and parsley. All these herbs together make SOGBOP. It's like instant Italian.

ELAINE: Bellissimo!

ROBIN: Totinos! Pizza Roll-eys!

ELAINE: We should stop. We may be getting accidentally culturally insensitive.

ROBIN: Can I do one more?

ELAINE: No, we should return to the dish.

ROBIN: You're right. Anyway, I wanted to do that thing they always do in cooking shows where they have tiny little glass or ceramic bowls with the dosed out amounts of spice. But I just threw them all in this baby food jar here instead. Sorry it's less elegant.

ELAINE: Not at all. I feel like a cooking show that is sustained without a visual element is entitled to certain shortcuts.

ROBIN: Totally. So at this point, the sauce is smelling pretty damn nice. The thing that's gonna make this an almost-Bolognese, though, is these lentils. I brought red lentils this time around, but brown lentils work fine too.

ELAINE: Looks to be about half a cup.

ROBIN: Yup. We pour these bad boys in.

[LENTILS POUR]

ELAINE: We are nearing the capacity for this small one-quart pot.

ROBIN: And I think I'm gonna push it by adding even more water.

[WATER SPRAYS IN]

ELAINE: Very nearly to the brim.

ROBIN: Don't worry, the lentils will do their thing in a minute.

[WATER POURS OVER, SIZZLES]

ELAINE: If you say so. How long does it take to cook?

ROBIN:About ten or fifteen, I'd say. High flame, thin pot, right?

ELAINE: Right. Well perhaps we ought to take a quick break. Listeners, when we return we will be checking in on this delicious-smelling Bolognese sauce, boiling up some noodles, and conquering our anxiety and depression!

ROBIN: That's a tall order.

ELAINE: We'll start with the penne Bolognese and see if we have time for the other stuff.

ROBIN: Sounds good.

ELAINE: We'll be right back. Please stay still and do nothing, or other government-approved activities.

END OF ACT I

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boozedancing · 5 years ago

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G-LO: We are two lucky fellas! Every so often, the stars align perfectly and give us a stress-free and enjoyable day of watching history being made right before our eyes. We couldn’t have asked for more perfect weather, better driving conditions, or better company (it would have been nice to have Limpd join in the fun, but ayyyyyy, whattta ya gonna do?) as we watched Rosen Rye being reborn as a whiskey-making grain right before our eyes at Stoll & Wolfe Distillery in Lititz, Pennsylvania.

Sam Speers (SS): Rosen is Risen, ROSEN IS RISEN! Ok, now that I’ve gotten the whiskey blasphemy outta my system, I couldn’t agree more about the weather and the drive. And I gotta say, I’m glad your standards for company aren’t particularly high.

G-LO: Blasphemy? Bah. It’s all connected if you buy that whole creation story. Think of this Rosen Rye Resurrection thing as Six Degrees of The Almighty. And with regards to my standards, have you read this blog? They’ve never been very high. Happy that you were able to join me for the festivities!

Quite the whirlwind tour of Amish Country we undertook! I forgot how pretty it is out there. I also forgot how stubborn the Amish are when it comes to keeping it REALLY Old School. I believe my speeding on the backroads of Lancaster County as we drove to the distillery was interrupted by not one, not two, but THREE horse-drawn wagons. Ya gotta respect their stick-to-itiveness!

We have many a storyline to weave into this overarching Rosen Rye Resurrection story…

The Stoll & Wolfe Distillery Family

– New York City girl (Avianna Wolfe) falls in love with Lancaster County boy (Erik Wolfe) in NYC, gives up YUUUUUUUGE city living, moves to the country, and opens a distillery…

– Octogenarian distilling veteran (Dick Stoll), who just happened to be the last guy to use Rosen Rye as a whiskey ingredient, comes out of retirement to partner up with those two crazy, distillery-opening, lovebirds…

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– Woman (Laura Fields) starts a foundation, works hand-in-hand with the Delaware Valley agricultural community (farmers, producers, researchers, etc) and the public to promote sustainable small farming practices, and then through the SeedSpark project, works to revive lost heritage grains such as Rosen Rye.

Laura Fields, Founder of Delaware Valley Fields Foundation

Where do we begin? Or did I just do that?

SS: Let’s start at the very beginning. A very good place to start. When you read you begin with A-be-see. When you sing you begin with do-re-mi….

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Wait a minute! How did Julie Andrews work her way into this? We were in Lititz, PA, 2019, not Anschluss, Austria, circa 1938.

Speaking of dough…

The smells that greeted us when we entered the distillery room proper were just magnificent. Sweet, creamy, doughy. I’m swooning just recalling the aroma. But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself because our greeting when we first arrived at the Tasting Room is certainly worthy of mention. I credit the aforementioned NYC girl for the nice little nosh spread that was laid out for us. Bagels, muffins, and coffee, Oh My!

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Sorry! The voices in my head keep shouting out movie references and I only have so much control over them.

G-LO: No need for apologies. Again, have you read this blog or watched our YouTube videos? Movie references abound! It’s how we think. We are simpatico.

Start at the beginning! Good strategy. And yes, it was quite a lovely little spread and greeting when we first arrived, as I definitely needed some sustenance at 8:10 AM. Getting up at 5:40 AM ain’t my thing, but thankfully, this crew made the trip well worthwhile. It was great to get Avianna’s backstory, i.e. how an NYC girl with serious street cred in the restaurant business winds up in beautiful, rural, Lititz, PA. It was also great to finally meet Laura Fields after several years of back and forth emails about the American Whiskey Convention and several of her other endeavors. As I said at the beginning of this chat, the stars were perfectly aligned for us on #RosenRyeDistillationDay! Only one thing would have made it better (or worse, depending upon your perspective): 8 AM Welcome Cocktails! Too much?

SS: Too much? Too much?! There is never too much. There is only not enough! And besides, you can’t drink all day if you don’t start in the morning. But seriously, there’s a lot to this story to unpack…

Laura’s enthusiasm for this project is downright infectious. I mean, there was a sparkle in her eyes and a huge grin on her face every time she spoke about #SeedSpark, which most definitely needs to become a thing. She’s got the USDA Research Service, Penn State Agro folks, farmers like Bob McDonald (no Old McDonald jokes, please!) planting more #RosenRye for future distillation, and the team at Stoll and Wolfe working on this passion project of hers. Must seem like herding cats sometimes. Erik and Avianna returning to his roots with the crazy notion of opening a Distillery. Dick Stoll coming out of retirement. That’s a lot of moving parts!

G-LO: It most certainly is! But you know what? Based upon the delightful aromas that were coming from the distillery once we transitioned from “Meet and Greet” to “Distilling Time”, I’d say that all that effort and cat wrangling paid off. I’ve visited a couple of distilleries over the years, but never while they were actually performing a distillation run. It’s such a fascinating process! When Laura emailed me about this project and the possibility of seeing the Rosen Rye distillation take place, I immediately jumped at the chance to get us on the guest list. It’s pretty wild when you think about it. I mean, the stuff in the fermenter looked like runny, boozy oatmeal. How it goes from that mess to a crystal clear, high octane spirit is mind-boggling. It’s also pretty messy at times, especially when the lines get clogged with goop. Making whiskey is hard work!

SS: Much harder than drinking good whiskey, that’s for sure! And you were right, we are a couple of lucky fellas that reaped the benefit of the hard work that went before so that we could be present for the fun part, i.e. actually seeing the distillation occur, partaking of samples straight from the still, and best of all, meeting so many nice folks. We all talk about the whiskey community, but this was taking it to a whole different level. Why? Well, most of the folks in the #whiskyfabric that I’ve met over the years have been consumers, along with a few media types (bloggers, a couple of podcasters), brand ambassadors (all of whom have been aces), and a couple of distillers who were off-duty at the time. To meet folks growing the grain and distillers Lisa Wicker of Brooklyn’s Widow Jane and Steve Bashore, Miller and Distiller at Mount Vernon Distillery (yes, George Washington’s Mount Vernon… I’m a bit of a history geek, so talking with Steve was super cool for me) and to have the chance to interact with all of them was super cool. Many that I know think I have this encyclopedic knowledge about whiskey and its production. I figure my total knowledge is a net negative compared to the knowledge present at Stoll and Wolfe the day of our visit, meaning most of what I think I know is probably wrong.

G-LO: Well said, Sammy! We’ve been at this blogging business for well over eight years, and while reviewing booze is always good fun, it’s moments like this that keep the boozedancing boondoggle going. It really was a super enthusiastic crowd on hand for the distillation. Podcasters, distillers, farmers, journalists, agriculture researchers, and more than a few whiskey enthusiasts, all gathered on a beautiful Saturday morning in a wee Lititz distillery to experience the science and art of distillation.

And speaking of enthusiasm…

Per an email from Laura Fields a couple of days after the event, it seems that the resurrection of Rosen Rye is just the beginning of the SeedSpark Project! She mentioned that distillers she’s spoken with over the years are in search of “terroir”, i.e. they want the local flavors of the soil, landscape, and climate to come through in all that they create (think the flavors of the sea and peat in an Islay whiskey). In addition to replanting Rosen Rye in its original plot, they’re also growing this grain in three additional locations across Pennsylvania to see where it will grow best. And if all that weren’t enough, SeedSpark is also working with Penn State to recreate heritage corn that will one day be used to recreate a 6-generation-old farm distillery’s whiskey recipe.

I don’t know all that much about agriculture, but it sounds to me like SeedSpark is gonna keep Laura busy for many years to come! And if all of these projects are successful, imagine all of the fabulously diverse whiskey expressions that we’ll be sampling in the next few years. Fun times ahead, Bruh!

SS: I gotta tell you one last story about the day…

I was chatting in a general way with Dick Stoll and Steve Bashore about how cool this was as a perfect convergence of my geeky interest in process, whiskey, and history. During this chat, I may have mentioned that my taste runs more towards Scotch and Rye as opposed to Bourbon. Everyone was gracious, and no one called me out for anti-Americanism. Fast forward to the ‘goodbyes’ at the end of the day in the tasting room…

As I take my leave of Dick and his wife, Elaine, Dick leans in like your favorite rouge uncle at a family reunion (I know from rogue uncles, because I am one. Just ask my nephew), and with a little twinkle in his eye, he says softly, “Ditch the Scotch, drink more Bourbon”. I felt oddly like Steve Martin in The Jerk…

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When a legend busts your cajones, you’ve become ‘somebody’. SeedSpark indeed! I’m really grateful for the opportunity to have been present at the start of something that may well transform distilling in PA.

Dick Stoll of Stoll & Wolfe nosing the fruits of his labor of love.

G-LO: Yowza! Talk about a mic-drop…

How the hell did I miss that moment? I’d say that’s a fine way to end this blog post.

Once again, thanks for taking the ride out to Lititz, Sammy! And many thanks to the Delaware Valley Fields Foundation and Stoll & Wolfe Distillery for the hospitality. Cheers!

A chat with @speers56 about the time when we witnessed the resurrection of #RosenRye at @StollandWolfe Distillery. #whiskey #history G-LO: We are two lucky fellas! Every so often, the stars align perfectly and give us a stress-free and enjoyable day of watching history being made right before our eyes.

#Booze Banter #Delaware Valley Fields Foundation #Distillery Tour #Drinkwire #Rosen Rye #Rosen Rye is Risen #Stoll and Wolfe Distillery #Whiskey #Whisky

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