#the lemons and limes would be rock fucking hard and I had to juice those motherfuckers

[fbfh]

Imagine topping Leo in a chair?

LITERALLY love you for this. riding Leo in a chair is in like your top 5 favorite ways to ride Leo. your faces are so close together and he can feel every intimate rockwing bouncing squeeze of your tight juicy little hole gripping his throbbing cock like a vise. his eyes are so wide and his grip on your soft hips is nearly enough to leave pretty little fingertip bruises polkadotting your thighs (which he's obsessed with) and your hips (which he's also obsessed with) and your ass (are you sensing a pattern here????) and god everything you do drives him crazy but CHRIST the way you hold his face so sweetly in your pretty hands, so innocent and tender while simultaneously milking his cock for all he's got. and he'll give it to you. Leo will let you ride him in that chair that he can't look at after that without going half mast. he'll let you ride him until he's shooting blanks, until both of your cum drips on the floor, mixing in messy creamy beautiful puddles. Leo will throw his head back in pleasure, panting, chest heaving and giving you the best view of his perfect neck that's just begging to be covered in hickeys and bites. Leo will let you ride him in a chair until he passes out. can't walk. pounding down gatorade and liquid iv to try and rehydrate. and he'll thank you for it.

[nagdabbit]

lamp-bright rind Food Masterlist

Hello! I am Daggs! I write things and stuff!

Currently, I write a fic over on Ao3 called lamp-bright rind where everything is soft and I work out my feelings on an unsuspecting Billy Hargrove, because that’s just what’s happening while I’m stuck at home.

I thought it might be fun (and because I reeeeeaaallllllyy need something else to take up time, I’m going bonkers here) to like make a master list of all the recipe/food references in the fic? Because it’s a lot. My roommates can’t get out to get ingredients to feed me and I’m going through withdrawal. And, also, I really fucking love food. I can’t cook for shit, but I can eat like a mother fucker.

So with each chapter I’m gonna update this with where I got the recipes and link to them if they’re online or if my roommates let me give out their recipes that I have stolen (with permission, of course!). I’ll put a link at the top of each chapter, too. So. Here we go!

Chapter 1

This is a recipe from one of my roommates--henceforth known as Roommate Senior--and it is the most comfort food ass shit, y’all. I DO NOT have permission to give out the entire recipe for the sauce, only the ingredients that are included in the chapter. There are a few bits that I had to leave out, but not including them won’t actually ruin the dish, or so she says. Senior also does something else to her trofie because she’s just Like That. But, homemade trofie is my favourite pasta, y’all.

Here is a recipe from Italian Food Forever if you wanna give it a go. If you don’t feel like making your own pasta, because that shit takes time, The Chef recommends getting gnocchi. Something soft and starchy, basically. She also recommends: Delallo Roasted Red Peppers in Olive Oil. It’s a pretty common brand, apparently.

Chapter 2

1. This is my grandma’s Chicken Noodle Soup. So this is what we always had at Christmas time because it makes A Whole Ass Lot. And looking back, I think I definitely underestimated the amount of water/broth needed. This is one of three (3) things I can actually, competently cook IRL. Which explains why I work out as much as I do, because Reames noodles, y’all.

2. Jasmine Tea Panna Cotta from Madeline Effect. Never had it but, 1) Shiiiit is it pretty; 2) I love jasmine tea; and, 3) I fucking love plums, y’all.

3. Popcorn Ice Cream with Caramelized Popcorn and Black Pepper from page 263-5 of the NOPI cookbook by Yotam Ottolenghi and Ramael Scully. My other roommate--henceforth known as Roommate Junior--made this once and I just. I don’t even like popcorn, and I still think about that. The recipe itself isn’t online anywhere that I can find in full, but here is an Eat You Books link for the basic ingredients.

4. Raspberry Tart. This is a lesson in bookmarks. I SWEAR TO GOD, this came from Felicity Spector’s instagram, probably very far back. You’re gonna see her name pop up a lot on this list because I just love her instagram. So anyway. I have a very vivid memory of seeing a small little raspberry tart with pillowy clouds of whipped lemon verbena ganache. I know I saw it SOMEWHERE, but now I cannot find it. Learn from me. Bookmark your shit when you find it.

Chapter 3

A lot of the food I’m gonna mention is in reference to my favourite restaurant. It’s called Bourbon & Baker and my aunt takes me every time I visit. I don’t even care how long the drive there is, I’m there for the foooooooood (and her puppy, but that’s not the point). Funnily enough, the used to have a sister location in Chicago! Anyway, this is kind of what I’m basing Billy & Robin’s restaurant off of.

Currently, because of the You Know What, the menu on their site is pared down for To Go orders only, but I’m gonna use an old one I still have on my phone to give you an idea of the kind of food they serve, but also because I’m going through withdrawal.

1. Brussel sprouts. This, for the reason mentioned in the fic (blight), was removed from their menu before the last time I went, so this is gonna be mostly from memory: Roasted brussel sprouts (they were chopped p small and roasted til crispy), with toasted pecans, with a maple, brown sugar and balsamic vinegar glaze, and topped with shaved parm. Christ I miss those. Senior does a pretty good remix, but I think about those all the time.

2. Lamb Belly Tacos. So fucking goooooood. For size reference, it’s two street-style sized tacos. From the menu: Poblano chimichurri, crispy lamb belly, flour tortillas, Cojita cheese, pickled red onion, sunflower shoots, lime-mint tzatziki, cashew crumble.

3. Duck Tacos. This is a go-to for me. Like, if they take it off the menu, I will riot. From the menu: Citrus chile marinade, chargrilled, flour tortillas, Manchego cheese, spicy green-onion hoisin sauce, arugula, heirloom tomato relish.

4. Smoked Salmon. Here’s the trick. Get the salmon, keep 1-2 of the toasted breadsticks and use them to sop up the last of the Duck Taco juice. That’s the money. From the menu: Dill cream cheese, fried avocado, caper-red onion relish, lemon balsamic, arugula, toasted baguette.

5. The Waffle Thing. Okay. This is another thing they took off the menu before my last visit and I nearly DID riot. It sounds like there wasn’t nearly enough demand for it, which is a shame because it’s hecking incredible. From memory: a stack of orange zest waffles (1/4 wedges, so it was just one small/medium waffle divided and stacked) with sweet mascarpone, crispy prosciutto, maple syrup and a gooey ball of dates and pistachios.

6. “shrimp--” This was gonna be Shrimp & Grits. From the menu: Andouille grits, spinach collard greens, gulf chrimp, Cajun BBQ cashew cream.

ALSO on the menu this chapter, GRILLED CHEESES.

1. THE SOUP. I based it on this Smoky Tomato Soup from two peas & their pod.

2. Red Rock Cheddar & Gruyere. This is kinda based on the grilled cheese from B&B, except I just really like sourdough more than brioche. But that’s me. Red Rock Cheddar is a very specific kind of cheddar. It’s SUPER orange and also a blue cheese? It’s great. Creamy cheddar-like taste, but a hint of blue. Here’s a little thing about it if you’re curious.

3. Pumpernickel, ham, cheese. It’s basically this recipe from Finlandia Cheese, only Junior made it with pumpernickel once and it fucked me up. So good.

4. Onion, Mayo, Gouda. This is a Senior recipe. The closest IRL I can find is this from redbook mag. She, because she is just Like That, does something extra to her onions, but she confirmed that this recipe would be close enough to taste p good. Just switch in gouda for the cheese and put mayo INSIDE the sammich. I saw that some people put in on the outside instead of butter, and y’all need jesus. *shudder*

5. Toad in the hole. A midwest staple, but here is a recipe from Taste of Home if your family isn’t into dying early from a heart attack. In my head, Billy cooked the egg over hard, or at least NOT gooey, but that’s just for the mess. Obv it would be over easy/sunny in the restaurant. Obvs.

And there we have it! All the food from the first three chapters. Join me next time for more Daggs Loves Food and Really Misses Fresh Veggies, JFC.

Now, how should I tag this.

[askiisoft]

FAN ART FRIDAY: On The Rocks

Man, I must be hungry this month or something. After the past few food-themed FAFs, why not have a couple of nice drinks down at the local dive bar with the rest of the vets? 

Today we’ll be showcasing some refreshing drink-themed Katana ZERO fan art, from the hardest of liquors to some soothing herbal tea—plus some recipes for you to try at home.

[WARNING: Alcoholic beverages may cause impaired use of bladed weapons and difficulty in reading dialogue boxes. Please drink responsibly.]

by @Kazzang3

Ah, the unfortunately-named “V.A.”, or “victory appletini”. As wartime rationing made fresh fruit nearly impossible to find, Third District bartenders began forgoing apple juice for a cheaper flavored syrup instead.

By the time produce became widely available again, bar patrons had actually begun to favor the acrid, too-sweet flavor of the imitation over the real thing. Nowadays, it’s rare to find a bar that uses real apples or lemons in their mixed drinks. When chilled, you can hardly taste the difference!

INGREDIENTS 1½ oz. bourbon 1¼ oz. synthetic syrup extract (apple flavor) ¾ oz. distilled liqueur (orange flavor) ¼ oz. bitters

Just looking at this artwork makes me thirsty.

Reflective surfaces like ice and glassware are nightmares for some artists, but Kazzang gets it just right. The opaque shades and hard whites of the ice cubes suggest shapes with the most minimal lines, and their shapes are properly refracted along the liquid surface. Add a slice of apple with deliciously glossy peel, and you’ve got the perfect drink to invite mockery from the burly thugs a few stools down who have no idea who they’re messing with.

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by @NamelessRedact1

For those under New Mecca’s legal drinking age of 12, the best way to beat the summer heat is with a “Fine Red Mist”, an alcohol-free beverage that’s a delightful mix of sweet and sour with Juncture Cola®, the world’s favorite soft drink. Pairs well with pizza!

INGREDIENTS 4 oz. Juncture Cola® 3 oz. synthetic syrup extract (lemon flavor) 4¼ oz. Stander’s All-Natural Herbal Tea™

This message is endorsed by Juncture® and Juncture Bottling Company™.

I wish I had included this in the “Fun in the Sun” FAF a while back. Everyone here is so in-character: Zero lazing around on an ice cube, Headhunter trying to act cool and aloof while hiding as much skin as possible, and Leon enjoying a nice cryogenic soak. 

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by @shaocixiezi

When it comes to lemon or lime, why not both? Nearly every restuarant in Chinatown has its own variation of “龙王柠檬茶” (“Dragon King Lemon Tea”), replete with fresh citrus slices and soft gelatin cubes. Don’t be fooled by the colorful ingredients and bending straw—this drink brings out the strength of a true dragon in anyone.

INGREDIENTS 4½ oz. lemon tea (chilled) ¼ tsp. maple syrup 1 lemon (sliced) 3 tsp. sugar/artificial sweetener 3-4 gelatin cubes (lemon flavor)

Like lemon and lime, the Dragon and the Serpent are best when they’re together, despite their mutual hatred. Look as their childish playground shoving and hair pulling, blissfully unaware of their future in the gullet of some thirsty fangirl...

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by @sugunisayonara

Another dreary day in the city. It’s raining outside. You had another grueling day at work, and you’ll be back in another few hours. But at least you have a moment for a hot, relaxing bath. And what could go with it better than a steaming cup of Stander’s All-Natural Herbal Tea™?”

This message is endorsed by Juncture® and Juncture Bottling Company™.

Scientifically speaking, the caffeine in most tea would actually hinder your sleep, not help it. I say fuck ‘em, and chug an entire two-liter jug of Juncture Cola, a few bites of cold pizza, and a clove of garlic before bed. Give ‘em something fun to autopsy.

Still, I suspect tea represents more to Zero than just a toasty drink; it’s a routine, a sense of normalcy in a trade where death is a daily occurrence and tomorrow is never certain. sugunisayonara illustrates this wonderfully as the tea slowly rinses the blood from an exhausted Zero, washing away his sins as he sinks into another cryptic nightmare, filled with dark shapes from his past...

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by @akiyamaryuuiti

So maybe you’re not the average drinker. You went to the war, fought the good fight, and got the medal to prove it. You’ve drank week-old alcohol rations from a canteen, downed a Cherry Megablaster in one gulp, and even tried that Cromag swill distilled from snake venom. 

But you’ve never tasted anything like the neon-fueled impact of “Samurai Spirits”, infused with the essence of a real feudal warrior! His amnesia, bushido, and crippling chemical addiction only enhance the rugged flavor of this classic formula. It’s almost as if time is slowing down before your eyes...

INGREDIENTS ½ pineapple (diced) 4½ oz. vodka 4½ oz. champagne (chilled) 2 tsp. sugar/artificial sweetener ¼ tsp. grenadine 3 oz. Chronos (pure)

The next time you worry if video games are a waste of time and money, just take comfort in knowing it doesn’t also impair your motor functions, cause liver damage, or induce projectile vomiting (unless it’s a VR game). Enough said.

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Aaand that’s the bell! Happy hour’s over, and it’s closing time.

Tune in next week for another shot of amazing fan art, and keep an eye out for a spooktacular FAF as Halloween approaches!

If you’d like some artwork featured on a future Fan Art Friday, just use the Submit Button on this blog!

by @spiderbirdo

[punkrockisafulltimejob]

@blacksteeldrake okay here’s the ice cream one!

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

I was fourteen, it was when my best friend was sleeping over. We were kind of experimenting...

french vanilla: how old are you?

I’m twenty! So boring, being twenty. 

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

Mississippi (one of my mutuals knows why and he can fight me), Great Britain, and Maine. I’ve already been to two of those places, but whatever. 

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

Italian. I already know Spanish and ASL, on top of my native English, and I’ve been writing a character who speaks Italian with his mother, so I’m already sort of learning. I can call people “fucking morons”. 

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

Um... Black eyeliner can be bought anywhere, and that’s pretty much all I wear. I’m a guy, you think I pay attention to that shit?

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

I think each has a time and place. If I had a whole day where I could go to the beach, or the river, or something nice like that, I will enjoy it immensely. But I’m also happy to sit inside and read. 

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

I played violin when I was in elementary school, and now it’s just the guitar.

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

Fuck you lol. I can’t pick! I have a playlist of over 1500 songs that I’ve labeled “favorites”, and I don’t even have close to all of the songs I want. Assume many of them are by the Eagles. But I suppose if you check the “lyrics” tag on my blog you’ll find a good portion. 

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

Anything by the Eagles. That’s quite literally the only band I’ve listened to since birth. 

cheesecake: what's your zodiac sign?

I’m a cancer.

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

Beach! 

chocolate chip: what's your most popular post?

Um... I don’t really know. Wait, yes I do. It’s a headcanon post for my favorite TV show (House MD)

bubblegum: books or movies?

Books, by far.

pistachio: manga or anime?

Neither? Sadly, I only really got into one manga/anime but I never got a chance to finish it.

salted caramel: favorite movies?

Repo! The Genetic Opera, Harry Potter, Shawshank Redemption, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Dead Poet’s Society... A lot of Robin Williams movies... I think that covers it.

birthday cake: favorite books?

TOO MANY TO NAME

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

Fruits Basket.

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

Fruits Basket and Ouran High School Host Club.

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

Science. I loved physics and anatomy & physiology.

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

See Previous Ask Prompt Answer

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

Well, I’ve technically had this blog twice. I started it the first time in high school because everyone else was doing it. Second time, I made it because I needed a place to vent and just collect my thoughts. I’ve had it for three years total. 

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

Warm and rainy.

black cherry: four words that describe you?

Sarcastic

Asshole

Loving

Caring (I know these all contradict lol but it’s true)

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

Life. My anxiety disorders. 

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

Classic rock, but I really just listen to what I like. I have almost everything on my computer (I really don’t listen to rap, that’s about it)

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

Just give me all of the Hershey’s chocolate. Now. 

toffee: a card game that you're good at?

Phase 10 and Garbage. I think that’s what the second one is called. Well, my dad and I play it. 

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

Nope. I can’t eat too early, otherwise I get sick. 

dark chocolate: turn ons?

Clean: respect, playfulness. Dirty: some serious dirty talk, dominance (I’m a serious submissive), and bondage. I wouldn’t quite say I’m into BDSM but I’m up there. 

fudge: turn offs?

Call me a bitch and I will kick you to the curb so fast you won’t remember what I’m wearing. 

peach: how do you relax?

I... don’t?

praline: a popular book you haven't read yet?

I haven’t read Lord of the Rings and I’m ashamed.

superman: do you like sweaters?

I do! So much!

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

Coffee. Bean juice is the superior of plant based drinks. 

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

I think it would be awesome to know more piano than I do. I can do the basics. That’s about it. 

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

Oh god yeah. A lot of the times I hung out with my best friend. 

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

Functionality. 

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

@thethirdencore, @just-hilson-things, and my mutuals. 

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.” I say it all the time whenever I’m picking up one of my friends. 

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

No color. If they’re ever painted (which is super rarely) it’s black. 

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

Yeah. 

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

*glances at heart* unfortunately.

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

Hell yeah. I’ a college student with a job. Naps are my life. 

mint: the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

In second grade, I kissed a girl on the cheek for opening my snack when I couldn’t. In a full cafeteria. 

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

I’m literally eating some as I answer this lol.

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

With someone...

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

Yeah. I need new ones though.

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

Chocolate and Cookies and Cream. One time my favorite brand came out with a chocolate ice cream with oreo cookies in it and it was literally the best thing ever but they discontinued it or something because I can’t find it anywhere now.

And there you have it! Thanks again for asking so many, so, so many questions. 

[teejaydeetrip]

The Worst Trinidad Sour Ever

Woke up today to a phone call from a private number. Two missed calls and one voicemail. It was the police. Thank god Officer Dykes listened to my voicemail on my old number. I had forgotten to go in and change it with them. He was phoning about the rally next week. I called him back. They’ve processed my Intent To Hold A Public Assembly form and wanted to double check my email address to send through a conditions document. It is a contract. All the usual stipulations. Any loud hailers or amplification equipment will be subject to the Protection of the Environment Operations Act 1997. The NSW Police considers the burning of any article, flag or effigy a public safety hazard. The Police Force will take such action as may be necessary to ensure the safety of participants the general public and police should such activity occur. Under no circumstances are participants to deliberately impede emergency service vehicles access / egress to the route or surrounding streets. bah blah blah.  They’ve changed the closing time to 10pm instead of 8pm. The collective will not approve. I have to go in and negotiate this tomorrow. Officer Dykes suggests today but I make some bullshit up about being at work. 

Last night I drank 8 or 9 shots of tequila and bourbon whilst on shift. It was my last shift at Canvas Bar. To be honest, now that the new manager is pushing cocktails on the customers a little harder, I’m almost sad to go. I made tons of cocktails. I also invented a new one. -45 ml Blended Scotch -20 ml Drambuie -30 ml Lime juice -20 ml Raspberry shrub -10 ml Agave

I have no idea what to call it. Although now that I look at the recipe, it’s basically a Tommy’s Whisky-rita with raspberry. Whatever. Baby steps. Between that and the El’ Fashioned, I’ve only come up with two drinks so fucking sue me. 

After I clocked off, a customer started cracking onto me. So I drank my staffie, hit the new girl up for a shot, drank a trinidad sour, had another shot from the boss and found myself drunk enough to go crack onto the customer. She forgot my name and asked for it 4 times in about 10 minutes. Then called me CJ for the rest of the night, until later, when we exchanged numbers.

It was, too be honest, a chore. And I ended up waiting until she was flanked by her friends and then went back inside to help close up. The manager, Andy, was shocked that I would turn down an opportunity.

I tried to say something along the lines of “I’m too young to give a fuck about trying hard, and too old to give a fuck about trying too hard”, which I thought was kind of witty but didn’t actually made sense when it came out of my mouth.

I offered to help close up but pretty much everything was done already, so I sussed Andy’s Spotify playlist and found a punk rock cover of More Than A Feeling by Boston. It was awesome. Drank a Pigs Fly Pale Ale, which I’ve been hawking to people for months but never tried myself. It’s the absolute epitome of mediocrity and I have no idea why they would continue to stock that shit after tasting it even once. 

We all head to The Smoking Panda because Papa Gedde’s is shut at midnight. I get a honey nail. A twist on the Rusty Nail that uses honey and mint. It would be a nice drink if it wasn’t for the overpowering mint spring right in my face. The bartenders at Smoking Panda are fucking phenomenal flair bartenders. Andy gets a Negroni, Sofia gets something green and Jimmy gets a Batch beer that’s tap sign has been damaged or blurred on purpose so you can’t see the edition of Batch they’re pouring. Andy adds a Batch to his order and I add a Bulleit Rye and fresh apple. Andy covers the lot. Nice dude. 

We drink and smoke and talk shit out the back and Andy shows us a video of a guy making a clear Cuba Libre, through some form of magic I assume. Sofia leaves early, then Andy, and Amanda hits me up for hangs. I ask if Jimmy can come along and we pile into an uber or a cab or something, I can’t remember at this point, and head to Redfern.

I am wasted as hell and Amanda has a stocked bar so I grab a water bottle to use as a shaker and start throwing random shit in there. I remember Sailor Jerrys, some clear alcohol and a shot of Agnostura because I’m really digging those Trinidad sours right now. I Shake it up with their last egg and their last lemon and pour it into fancy glasses and it tastes like absolute shit but I drink everyone’s anyway and that’s about all I remember, except that Henry felt it necessary to wait on the street with me for my Uber.

I have a book in my pocket. Johnny Got His Gun. Good ol’ Amanda. Always forcing words on me. What the fuck was I saying last night? It can’t have been good. Amanda messaged me in the morning asking to link her to my journal. I thought I was going to keep this one secret. Oh well. Fucking sue me.