#temp elena tag.

[sgtjamesrogers]

For The Longest Time (20114 words) by mogigraphia Chapters: 3/3 - - NOW COMPLETE. Fandom: The Boys (TV 2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Billy Butcher/Hughie Campbell Characters: Billy Butcher, Hughie Campbell, Starlight | Annie January, Queen Maeve (The Boys), Elena (The Boys) Additional Tags: Post Season 3, Fix-It of Sorts, pre-fic polyam negotiations, hughie and annie are together but are not the main focus of this so i did not tag, Hurt/Comfort, but like. the most unsafe and insane version possible, Bisexual Hughie Campbell, i think i accidentally gave hughie a slight humiliation kink Summary:

The team dreams up a treatment for Butcher’s Temp V brain damage, which Hughie gets tasked with administering. Stuck together on Maeve’s Kansas farm, it goes about as well as you would expect.

[lenagilbrt]

* ― independent  roleplay  blog  for  elena  marie  gilbert  from  the vampire diaries.  interpretation  based  on  the television series and heavily explored within other universes. practices  canon  divergence  and  heavily  headcanon  based  with  own  take  on  the  character.  eighteen  and  over  across  all  verses,  crossover  and  oc  friendly.  i  thrive  off  of  plotted  dynamics  and  threads  therefore  they  will  take  priority  first  for  that  reason.  viewer discretion is advised as blog  will  contain  some dark  and  triggering  themes.

* ― 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 : carrd. prompts. wishlist. belly. ﹙ below are a set of temp rules and an about for elena until i do up a carrd ﹚

rules.

this blog will run on a low-medium activity status. some weeks i work full time hours and some days i'm more present than others. i can get overwhelmed easily so your patience is appreciated. please do not take it personal if it takes me longer to get back to ims, i promise i'm not ignoring you. sometimes i just don't have the brain power to reply right then but that doesn't mean i'm not interested or i don't care.

i love shipping more than the next person and i'm not afraid to admit it. i am open to any and all kinds of dynamics including familial, romantic and platonic. i don't always require plotting in advance but it does help with muse and establishing connections. i am multi-verse, multi-ship and crossover friendly. some verses may be single shipped depending on how much development has gone into a verse for a particular ship.

that being said, dynamics that are well thought out will be the threads i will get to first, due to the extensive work gone into them. this is all based on muse and where it takes me. it doesn't mean i don't value our threads by any means, as all ships are valuable to me. as well if there is a thread i am taking too long to get to, don't be scared to shoot me a message.

triggering content will be present on this blog. for that reason, i will not follow anyone below 21+. topics to appear on this blog include : death, depression, anxiety, grief, blood and gore, drugs and so forth. nsfw themes could also appear, won't go under a read more but i will tag it as #nsfw or #usfw. sometimes it may be the only thing i write because i'm lacking the energy for in depth threads in the moment. if by chance i make an error or mistake, please do let me know and i will do my best to fix it.

i have no preference for how you choose to format. whether you use gifs or icons, i am here to have fun and write. on that note i will be using a mix of gifs or icons for the foreseeable future and might alternate between small or big text and double or triple spaces in my writing depending on how i feel and also i like to somewhat match my rp partners on style too.

i have discord for anyone who wants it and operates better over there with plotting and stuff <3

delving into the character, i have not read the books and probably don't intend to in the future. elena is a college student studying medicine, in other verses depending she's a writer. i will happily write tvd things but i also love to explore elena in various other universes outside of that show, though supernatural and dark plots are always more than welcome too. i ship stefan/elena and will write them any day. however writing damon/elena will need some plotting in advance.

i will also use three separate faceclaims depending on what i'm feeling and what my rp partners prefer too, if you have a preference please don't hesitate to tell me because i'm happy to use any of them!!

madelyn cline ( default faceclaim )

chloe rose robertson ( alt faceclaim )

nina dobrev ( alt faceclaim )

[keplercryptids]

hello I feel like we have in some ways very similar book tastes - personally I've always been a fantasy reader and since I've grown up I've branched out to include sci fi and can say that SFF is definitely my favourite genre. I also prefer to read books where at least one prominent character is some flavour of lgbtq+ & (sorry I've been combing thru your book tag a bit) some of my favourites have been the teixcalaan duology, everina maxwell's books (prob some of my all time favorites actually), tlt... you get the gist. so I'd love to hear some recommendations for more SFF books that I might enjoy if u are up for it(I read a lot via audiobooks bc I'm a biologist and it helps me keep focused during menial lab work, and I'm always hunting for more books!!!). I also have a couple recommendations of my own to offer up: the sound of stars by alechia dow (currently reading it and have rlly enjoyed it, ya features apocalyptic alien invasion type stuff, a really great mc who is either demi or gray ace I can't remember which, lots of interesting world building & MC also loves books a lot) & also Hench by Natalia Zina Walschotts (about a henchperson working temp jobs for super villains who is disgruntled by superheroes' ignorance to how their work keeps fucking up regular citizens just for the sake of their own images. uhm it's just really good) anyways have a good day and may the next books you read be 4 stars or above :)

hi! yeah! i do indeed have recommendations!

the locked tomb series by tamsyn muir. you're on tumblr so you're probably aware of this series lmao. but it's a fun queer necromantric romp in space. i call it "fun" because the books are legitimately funny and fun to read, but they pack a punch too.

silver under nightfall by rin chupeco. this is a very recent read for me and i liked it a lot! a vampire hunter joins a vampire triad instead of doing his job. well, he does his job too lol. it's got mystery vibes and good polyam rep.

lots of stuff by the author neon yang, if you haven't read anything by them already. the tensorate series of novellas is one of my fave series ever, and their most recent novel, the genesis of misery, is a nonbinary joan of arc retelling in space and i really liked it.

the amberlough dossier series by lara elena donnelly is great, and i'm especially recommending the audiobooks because they're a delight. the books are kind of a mix of spy thriller/noir.

the space between worlds by micaiah johnson. multiverse travel. doppelgangers. flirtations with an aloof handler. some of my favorite things lol.

i'm also gonna link my shelf of queer sff on goodreads (link here) because there's dozens more i didn't mention!

[contractcdkiller]

          a hustle here and a hustle there,  NEW YORK CITY’S the place           where they said, ❝ hey, babe, take a walk on the wild side. ❞

                                                          【 @indiifferent  /  elena tate  】                                       【 @contractcdkiller   /   kit ethan veatch  】

[elecmon]

10/10 the navidad episode of Elena of avalor shouldve opened coco

[patoune-prod]

Avalanche chapitre 40

Négociations vitales

AO3 | FF.net

Résumé : Il est temps de révéler l’existence de Séphiroth à Avalanche. Et le tout, de préférence avec délicatesse et diplomatie. Personne n’y croit, pas vrai ?

Personnages : Team Avalanche, Team Shinra, Team Rat Lab (Rufus, Umbra et Séph),

Tags spécifiques au chapitre : Séphiroth VS Avalanche round 2, Cloud et Zack sont confus, Séphiroth aussi, le mystère des fresques se lève, et c’est pas bon signe, révélation familiale (oui je sais encore) (mais celle là, vous l’avez presque tous vue venir depuis au moins trente chapitres), Elena adore son boulot, atteinte à l’intégrité capillaire de Séphiroth (je ne regrette rien)

Noooon rien de rieeeeeeeeeeen!

[throwingbourbon-blog]

@morallyskewed // continued.

Damon had thought nothing of the fact that Elena’s footsteps hadn’t been headed in the direction of the kitchen - like they usually were when she decided to get up. Instead he flipped the page in his book, eyes fixed on the words on the pages as he became more engrossed with what he was reading. It wasn’t until he felt her delicate fingers brush up against his skin did he react, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards in the beginning of a genuine smile. Her lips pressed to his cheek, and Damon simultaneously snapped the book shut and discarded it on the table before he watched her take her seat. “I was reading until you distracted me.” But it was early. Too early for this sort of chirpiness, and it led the vampire to eye her suspiciously. “What did you do?”

[foreveratlas]

The Late Birthday

This post is a present for someone important to me. Though it is a little late, it’s a lot more effort than my usual Poem a Year tradition. Plus, it helped me unlock some of my writers block. Enjoy!

Loren

I had looked up at the analog clock posted over the door of the break room. It read 10:43pm. I was absolutely exhausted, which was only amplified by the reminders nagging me in the back of my head in regards to Elena’s birthday. I was panic-stressing, pacing the room around the four round tables; and despite her anxiety, and yet, still due for another hour of work. Due to recent shrink going on in the department, I was being forced to stay late.

This was creating within me, a sense of worry. Of course, I had wished Elena a Happy Birthday, promised to try to be home soon, but when the announcement was sprung earlier that day that everyone with any form of authority in the store would be staying over, all I could do was text Elena and groan loudly in the women’s restroom.  

I needed to make time move faster, and I needed to get home so I could prep everything. In the breakroom fridge sat a cheesecake, made fresh that day by the bakery; the best cherries that were available; and a package of precooked barbecue brisket (easily heated to temp in the microwave). But I was going to miss the entire day at this rate! I wasn’t going to be able to celebrate with my problematic favorite person until the next day, and I didn’t even know if our schedules aligned.  

I sighed loudly as my pacing continued.

A cough returned my aspiration. “Yeah, it’s horse shit they make us do this.” Mike, the manager of Produce and Snacks wiped his chin on a handkerchief. “It’s not like it’s gunna accomplish piss-all.” He was an amusing character with a big brushy mustache, and the gaunt composure of a cattle driver,  but he seemed wholesome. He never seemed to have a problem with myself or with Elena when she was still with the store.  

“Do they do this often? They claimed they found a lot of shrink in my department but--”  

“Horse shit,” he sneered again. “You just made it to supervisor, but what it is they just want the labor of the salary people to go over the shit because they don’t wanna pay the hourly kids.”  

Loren scoffed. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to have us direct them to do that during their normal shifts on top of their regular duties?”

“One would think, but this aint Rocket Science Academy. Smarter minds have come here to die.” I shuddered at the idea and looked away to see the clock switch to 10:50. As good a time as any to clock back in and get back out there.  

On the floor, the time was even more excruciatingly slow. I took every second I could spare to check my phone’s digital clock. And as the seconds ticked by, I began to wonder if I would even be able to beat the traffic and get home in time. This new stress was confounded even as my department’s manager came up and said, “We may need you to stay till one.”

“One?” I half screamed and cried at the same time, causing several other employees around them to stop their tasks and stare. “I was told eleven, and then 11:30. Why One now?”

“Corporate wants us to stay for an all nighter.”  

“Then I expect my compensation to be reflective of these hours. I may be salary but you are clearly overworking me.”

My boss quickly moved to shush me, waving his hands in the air, “You can’t say that!”

“Why not? I’m just stating a fact.”

“Because it could lead to a write up.” I gave my boss a face that made it very apparent that the prospect was very much not what I wanted. And partially, I didn’t believe him. I rarely believed any of the jargon that the company had the audacity to put out there. It was pretty obvious when we are treated with dignity and when something seems fishy. He recanted, “I don’t want you to get written up over something stupid. You know you can take the accrued additional time off on another day.”  

I made an emotional display and pouted vividly as he spoke and finally said, “But it’s my girlfriend’s birthday.” I did my best to show what should have been puppy dog eyes. But to honestly, in hindsight, I don’t know how to use my charms to seduce men.

Luckily, my boss sighed and said, “I’ll see what I can do. But for now, no promises. And if I tag you out, you are gone. No dawdling. No sticking around. You go.”

“I gotta get my stuff though,” I interjected.

“Then get it and go!”

I kept working as we had agreed and kept looking to my boss for some form of relief. And slowly 11:30 came. And went. And then 11:35. 11:40. 11:45. And finally at 11:49. My boss passed as I was in the process of counting belts (in obvious lackluster) and whispered, “Run now, Vale, you won’t get a second chance.”

I thrust my clipboard into my boss’s hands and sprinted past him, going full speed of almost thirteen miles an hour. I ran hard, letting my Sketcher-Relaxation loafers get torn up from the exertion. After rounding the first set of shelving that made up the aisle for the electronics, adjacent to my own department, I turned sharp left, sprinting as hard as I could. The breakroom doors were within my sight, just beyond the medicine and optometry departments. I turned at the pharmacy aisle one more time and went in a direct line to the door, hurdling over a cart filled with Tylenol products.  

I rammed my shoulder into the door, rushed into the breakroom and moved to the refrigerator that housed the food I had purchased earlier that day. I grabbed the bag and the cheesecake and turned on my heel, just as the District Manager stepped out of the restroom on the opposite wall. That’s when I froze, suddenly well aware that no one was suppose to be leaving earlier than one.

“Excuse me,” he said pointedly, his tone very firm. The district manager walked across the breakroom, smiled beneath his thick red beard and said, “Mm, is it someone’s birthday today?” He looked down to see the custom cheesecake in the white box.  

I nodded, “My girlfriend’s,” I offered almost shyly.

His eyes seemed to light up at that. “My husband loves cheesecake,” he announced, matter-of-factly. “Well, go, go celebrate. Don’t know why they’re making you all do this shit just because I’m here this week.”

“Wait, are you saying we don’t have to do this busy work?”

He shook his head. “It’s just burning hours, really. Corporate tells them not to do this but Stacy always demands this kind of thing when myself, the regional manager, or the V-P is in town.”

“That seems so superfluous.”

“Good word choice. Tell me more good words next time you’re on the clock,” He looked down to see my name, “Low-Ren. Oops, sorry, Loren.” He ushered me out the door at that, but it was too late. That exchange had brought the clock from 11:50 to 11:55. There was no way I could make it home in time. But, dammit I was going to die trying.  

Elena

When Loren woke up that morning and wished Me a happy birthday, I was confused for a moment, but pleasantly surprised. Truthfully, I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in years, probably not since before my mother left when I was still a teen. Because of such traumatic events that occurred after, I simply chose to avoid the very prospect of my birthday. I did my best to do anything other than celebrate, often avoiding the triggers as my therapist would say. But that didn’t always work, unfortunately. But at least I had Loren this year to help make the event a little more bright.

Though, a thought imbedded into my brain. Why should we be the only people celebrating? I smiled at the thought of hosting a small gathering and moved to look for my phone in the sheets of our bed. When I finally did discover it in its resting place between mattress and wall, I was dismayed to learn that I had no messages or greetings or social media posts wishing me a happy birthday. I frowned at the thought that everyone didn’t know, but I went ahead and decided to text Alison.  

Loren is throwing a birthday patty for me, she texted. Shit, Party*

A party you say? Alison replied. Happy Birthday! I didn’t even know it was today! A party sounds like fun.  

Did you forget lol? I don’t think it was going to be anythimg major. Dammit, anything*. I continued, But I wanted to invite as many people as possible to enjoy it with sus. Ughhh, us*.

Let me see what I can do to help, Allision responded. I’ll even let Gregor know. You just focus on making the place pretty.  

I wasn’t sure if that was supposed to be an insult or a reminder that we lived in clutterfuck. A royal clutterfuck. I sighed at the thought, but she was right, the apartment was more than a stye and needed its fair share of TLC before it could be decent enough to host guests. So, I got up, got dressed, kissed Loren on the cheek as she passed in the hall between the bedroom and bathroom, and proceeded to do my morning routines.  

Long after Loren had left for work, I sat in our living room looking about the carnage of the living situation. When I had lived alone, this was hardly messy. Now take out containers and magazines were strewn about. Dishes were piled in the sink in the kitchen, and mail was accumulating on various surfaces. Coats, shirts, and pants found homes on the back of chairs; three bags of garbage had been left to sit by the door but never taken out; and I was all but positive that the air filter for the AC unit was caked to the point of no return.  

How did the apartment manage to get in such a state? I wondered as I took stock of everything that had gone wrong in our cohabitation. For the first time ever, I truly wasn’t even sure if we owned a vacuum between the both of us. Was there even a mop or a swiffer? How about a duster?  

“Start with what you can do, don’t worry about the other stuff until you get to them,” I said aloud and moved to the kitchen. Grabbing a trashbag, I set about the house, picking up various articles of trash and cleaning each room of their rubbish in a quick and painless manner. The trashbag was large, able to accommodate months of accumulation, and was even able to fit the garbage from their bathroom and bedroom. I set the bag outside, came back in and continued my home improvement journey.

Next on the list was dishes, which not only had a thin film of dust, but emitted a very cautionary smell. Thank the dear Lord we had a dishwasher! And with some sanitary gloves from our stash of fun stuff, I managed to rinse and load the dishes into the washer quickly enough. The apartment maintenance went by pretty quickly thankfully. Since I got on the right meds months prior, everything seemed like this was living life with Cheat Codes. Even when some emotional lows slipped through the cracks, I was luckily able to bounce back pretty quickly now.  

I had just replaced the air filter when there was a knock at the door. Before I could even get to it, Alison burst inside, hugging me tightly, “Oh, I thought you might need my help so I came over right after work, but it looks like you pretty much got a handle on it!”

I smiled sheepishly, “Yeah I didn’t know how bad it actually was. Sorry you had been subjugated to that in the past.” I looked off to the side sheepishly but either Alison intentionally didn’t notice or she did her best change the mood.  

“Oh no worries, now let’s talk party!” She ran back outside and returned shortly with several bags with the dollar store logo on them. Streamers, balloons, noise makers, and more filled them to the brim. We set to work blowing the balloons with the hand pump she brought and then I took the step ladder from the hall closet and began stapling the streamers around the apartment. Before long, the apartment looked like a birthday party dream for a teen. I wasn’t sure if the irony pleased me or made me question our motive. But Alison certainly was happy with the result. She was still pumping air into balloons when the first knock came.

Gregor and his roommates, Talia and Vox were the first people to show up. I greeted Talia and Gregor with tight hugs and then waved to Vox who wasn’t comfortable with physical touch in contrast to their roommates.

“Happy Birthday!” Gregor offered. “I had no idea!”

“I had totally forgotten myself,” I laughed.  

“Well with the whirlwind romance between you and Loren, I imagine forgetting your birthday is not the worst thing,” Talia noted.

Vox sipped their glass of water they took from the kitchen, “Where is Loren?”

“At work. To be honest, she remembered. It was so sweet of her. I bet she planned to do something small, so I wanted to do something big. We can do something between the two of us later when everyone leaves.”

Alison chortled and elbowed me playfully, “Ehh, ehh, something between the two of you, huh? Going to have a little bit of fun, eh? Going to wait till you’re alone, huh? Wink, wink; nudge, nudge; say no more!”

Vox spit their drink.  

Guests began to arrive steadily, and by the end of that first hour there must have been thirty people who knew Loren and myself piled into our home, chatting vibrantly, drinking from the cases of beer they brought. At one point Alison had Gregor and Vox bring out the cake they had been hiding in the back Gregor’s car around 10pm, and the entire party stopped and sang.  

But by that point I was miserable.

I had received the text from Loren earlier explaining that work was making her stay over. I knew it was bullshit from when I worked there. They made us do it all the time when the district manager or the regional manager were in town. It was just busy work designed to make us feel like we were grunts and show to corporate that we had the hardest working people in the district. Really, it was all for show. But knowing that fact didn’t stop me from being absolutely beside myself with depression as it slipped through the cracks of my medicine induced armor.  

“You ok?” Alison said as she handed me a piece of cake.  

I sighed. Somewhere, someone turned off the music and in that moment I realized that the chatter and the jubilance came to a gentle quiet and people began to ask if I was ok. “You know,” I finally offered, “The majority of you knew me as a complete monster but now? Now you all are here, with me, celebrating today. I shouldn’t be sad, but I am.”

Talia sang, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,” and there was a light chuckle. I explained that Elena had to work and there was a quiet acknowledgement.  

“This has to do with Loren not being here because of work, right?” Alison asked. I nodded.

Then Vox spoke up, “Hey uhm, I know we’ve only been friends on social media for so long but, I think it’s important to tell you that though it’s late, you still will be able to celebrate with her.”  

I looked up, “Well yeah, but I just wish she could be here right now. I don’t think she will make it home in time for the actual date.”

Vox smiled, “Well, that’s not quite what I mean but, here take a look at this. . .”

Loren

I stepped through the door of our apartment at 12:15 am, holding the cheesecake in one hand, and the bag of groceries in the other. Elena sat on the couch alone and I realized there were party streamers and balloons all over the apartment, and the trash we had managed to collect on various surfaces was all gone.  

“Baby I am so sorry,” I cried as I sat the stuff down on the coffee table in front of her.

“Hun, it’s ok it’s not that big of a deal,” Elena responded, more comforting me than anything else.  

“Work was a nightmare, it was all a racket.”

“I could have told you that.”

“Why didn’t you warn me about these fake audits they do to try to impress corporate.”

“I honestly totally forgot about it. But they don’t usually spring it on you unless the big-wig is there already.”

“He was, but that’s besides the point.” I sat down next to her and opened the cheesecake container. Elena smiled widely.

“My favorite,” she cooed as she reached toward it.  

“Let me get some forks, hun--” a knock at the door.  

“It’s literally after midnight, who could that be?” Elena asked with a smile. Instead of going to the kitchen I went to the door, which was then nearly kicked open by Alison, and in came behind her was Gregor, his roommates, and about 30 other people, filling out our apartment to the brim.  

I started laughing, “What is all this?”

Elena stood up and scooped a tiny bit of cheesecake with her forefinger, she moved carefully around the guests and wiped the cream-cheese on my nose. “Guess what babe, you didn’t miss it.”  

“Happy Birthday, Elena!” Everyone said almost simultaneously, and then with Gregor’s boisterous voice, were led into song. “Happy birthday to you--”

I stood there dumbfounded until Elena said, “Babe, you weren’t late. You were a day early!,” She laughed as the song continued.  

“Well then,” I responded. “Happy birthday, dear Elena. Happy birthday to you,” I sang with the close of the song, ending my vocal talents by kissing my girlfriend on the lips. She smiled into my mouth and returned the kiss, wrapping her arms tight around me, The cream cheese smudged between our faces, and around us people cheered and the sounds of a party ensued. But in that moment, I was lost in the focus of Elena’s lips and the surrealness of where I was in that moment, celebrating the birthday of my favorite person.

Though, this may be super late, happy birthday to my best friend; my favorite person.  

[dandelionwineshop]

THURSDAY NIGHT WINE TASTING 6-8PM: ITALY!

Three of the four wines we’re pouring tonight are from producers that I was lucky enough to visit and spend some time with in September with the fine folks of Domenico Valentino. Monika, who navigated our road trip and even managed to successfully drive a car through a tiny alley way not made for modern automobiles, will be here pouring these wines tonight. Plus bread and cheese!

MONTEFORCHE 2015 “RIF” BIANCO VINO FRIZZANTE

Alfonso Soranzo, pictured above, makes farmer wines on the top of a hill in picturesque Veneto. We went for a hike with him through his small yet perfectly situated vineyard to check out the views and then sat around the kitchen table in his father’s humble home and popped bottles while we tried to figure out why our van wouldn’t start. We weren’t too concerned because we had wine and homemade salami to nosh on. Alfonso’s ‘Sfuso’ Cabernet Franc is probably one of our best-selling wines here and now we carry his 'Rif’ which is an unfiltered (aka ColFondo) sparkling wine made from 100% Glera, the grape of Prosecco!It’s light and fresh and slightly bready with a price tag of $12! It’s a no-brainer to keep a couple of these in your fridge for impromptu guests, weekend brunches, or late-night movie watching with a bowl of popcorn. $12

RONCO DEI TASSI 2016 FRIULANO

Ronco dei Tassi is located in the province of Gorizia near the Slovenian border where the soils are sandy and perfect for the varieties they grow. Here they benefit from the unique microclimate of cool air of the Austrian Alps and the warm air of the Adriatic Sea. Fabio Coser, pictured here with Nicola (of Domenico Valentino) and his son Enrique, started Ronco dei Tassi in 1989 when he and his wife bought the 22 acre estate. Since then he made a name for himself and the wines he makes. After a tour of the winery and a hike to overlook the township of Cormons, Fabio’s son took us to lunch at LA SUBIDA where we drank the many different whites of Fabio’s collection. I took the most pictures of the Friulano, which generally means it was my favorite of the meal… and I remember it pairing beautifully with this green risotto pictured above. Monika mentioned the Friulano will pair well with ALL the vegetables in your life. Make a swiss chard tart, veggie-heavy minestrone, fennel salad, green anything and drink this with it. You’re welcome. $20

ANTOLINI AMARONE CLASSICO MORÓPIO 2013

Brothers Stefano and Pier Paolo Antolini farm eight hectares near Negrar, in the heart of the Valpolicella Classico zone. We dropped in on them in the middle of harvest but that didn’t stop Pier Paolo from having a giant smile on his face… He and his wife Michela welcomed us with open arms and their warmth as people come through in the wines they make. This time of year is when we get the most requests for Amarone, a style of wine made from air drying the grapes to get a richer result in the wine; perfect for cooler temps and heartier fare. But one thing I was surprised by in my travels through Valpolicella and while dining out in Verona, where the wine lists were heavy with Amarones, was that the Amarones themselves weren’t very heavy. They showed more elegant and fresh than I was expecting and paired so well with the meaty dishes and heavily aromatic risottos that are served here. Antolini might surprise you too in how pretty and delicate is shows… come taste and find yourself a new friend. $56

ELENA CASADEI ANFORA CANNONAU DI SARDEGNA DOC 2015

Although we didn’t make it to Sardinia this time, I’m excited to share this bold red with you tonight. Cannonau is a robust red wine from the island of Sardinia. Elena Casadei makes hers in anfora which gives the grape a chance to express itself in a more delicate manner. After 35 days of skin maceration in terracotta, the wine comes out bright ruby red with cherry, blackberry and pepper notes. Juicy and lengthy and a perfect wine to drink when it snows. It will keep you warm like the Sardinian sun. It’s been said that Cannonau is the healthiest wine to drink because Cannonau – or Grenache, as it is known in France or Garnacha in Spain – develops thick skins on Sardinia, which provide anthocyanins and polyphenols in abundance. These compounds have been linked to heart health because of their antioxidant effects and, when taken in moderation, can help you live longer. So drink this wine and feel good about it! $34

[segolenemoteley]

Kokorobae Sur la page, abandonnés, vol.2 Les Éditions Extensibles 2017 

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Kokorobae (extension du coeur) 

— Beatriz, Beatriz Elena, Beatriz Elena Viterbo, Beatriz chérie, Beatriz à jamais perdue. Les choses concernent notre existence. C’est ce concernement qui est source d’émotion. Il y a quelque part une charnière, un seuil ou une phase, une limite en deçà ou au delà. Tout — le soleil, les vagues — a une volonté propre rudimentaire. Bientôt les choses de la nature deviennent un Tu auquel je peux m’adresser. Un retour du refoulé prend place, et le paysage se remplit de ses dieux à nouveaux. Sachez. Toute chose est à son lieu, et elle le distribue autour d’elle.

À main droite du poteau routinier (En venant, bien sûr, du Nord Nord-Ouest). Un squelette s’ennuie. — Couleur ? Blanc céleste —qui donne à l’enclos aux brebis allure d’ossuaire.

Il existe une distinction fondamentale entre d’une part, l’environnement brut et d’autre part le milieu tel qu’il s’est élaboré dans sa relation évolutionnaire et historique avec le sujet. Il faut rejeter en puissance un anthropocentrisme radical : celui-ci vide la nature de tout sens, et de toute valeur. Quelques centaines de milliers de petits visiteurs venus de l’espace interstellaire débarquent sur Terre toutes les vingt-quatre heures. Il faut les protocoles de la science pour en faire des abstractions : de purs objets, autant que possible. Aragonite, gypsum, halite, pyrite, olivenite, dolomite. Mais la réalité concrète, c’est autre chose. Il chante les phénomènes du monde. Quiconque veut s’en tenir à la conviction que les êtres vivants ne sont que des machines, abandonne l’espoir de ne jamais entrevoir leurs milieux.

— Maintenant tu vois : je me rappelle mieux que ce que j’ai senti, l’autre jour, au bord de la mer, quand je tenais ce galet. C’était une espèce d’écœurement douçâtre. Que c’était désagréable ! Et cela venait du galet dans mes mains. Oui, c’est cela, c’est bien cela : une sorte de nausée dans les mains.

Lever de soleil sur maquette. L’eau scintille, paillettes sur maquette. Comme si une couche de magnésie se détachait en surface. J’écoute l’eau qui tombe en mouvement perpétuel. Et dans ce rythme infini, tout est figé dans l’absolu. Le processus est théoriquement infini, et il serait virtuelle- ment possible qu’un seul atome produise des clones de lui-même en nombre infini, et qu’ainsi il remplisse l’univers entier, d’où simultanément tout le temps se sera écoulé en un ultime retour au zéro macroscopique.

— L’univers changera mais pas toi Béatriz. Mélancolique vanité ; en de certaines occasions, je le sais, ma vaine passion l’avait exaspérée ; morte, je pouvais me consacrer à sa mémoire, sans espoir mais aussi sans humiliation. Chair imaginée entre vernis et plâtre dans des salles de musées obscures, je regarde le passé. J’observe les fruits de l’évolution imperceptible que rien ne semble perturber. Des mesures vertigineuses, des témoins, des indices. Quand j’ouvris les yeux je vis le lieu où se trouvent, sans se confondre, tous les lieux de l’Univers, vus de tous les angles.

Mots et pierres contiennent un langage qui suit une syntaxe de failles et de ruptures. La biotite se détache en lambeaux de feuillets de Biot. Les oligoclases demandent un peu de casse. Et le zircon, un silicate de jargon. Autant de minerai pour un centon sédimentaire : ce langage déstabilisant de la fragmentation n’offre pas de solution globale évidente. Les certitudes du discours didactique sont rabattues sur l’érosion du principe poétique. Déposition smithsoniennes et sujet à un film se développe à divers endroits. Des grains de poétique de la Terre, et de mésologie s’y détachent comme des grains de sable sur le granite. A chaque instant, surplombs et renflements nous empêchent de savoir exactement où nous diriger, nausée. C’était comme si nous nous trouvions au fond d’une mer pétrifiée. The sea and its wonders aurait pris, en tombant, une infinité d’inclinaisons possibles. L’Aleph apparaît comme un phare, là où quelques fragments personnels remontent à la surface d’un lac bleu-vert, du fond d’une carrière profonde. Les mots, quant à eux, y contempleraient d’innombrables horizons stratifigraphiques.

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Thank you, @feedingmyinsomnia! I’ve been listening to a LOT of musicals lately.

Rules: List the 10 songs you’ve been listening to a lot lately and tagged 10 people anyone can do this if they want to.

Le temps s’en va (1789 les amants de la Bastille) - Camille Lou & Mathieu Carnot

Oly távol vagy tőlem (István, a király) -  Feke Pál & Herczeg Flóra Oh My Love (Anna Karenina) - Lee Ji Hye Кромешная тьма [Totale Finsternis] (Tanz der Vampire) - Ivan Ozhogin & Elena Gazaeva Nichts ist schwer (Elisabeth) - Annemieke van Dam & Franziskus Hartenstein Wenn ich tanzen will (Elisabeth - Annemieke van Dam & Mark Seibert Kiss of the Cobra King - Powerwolf The End - Demon Hunter Dead Flowers - Demon Hunter Just Cared Too Much (Guardian ending theme) - Ning Huan Yu