Dinner For Ava

My girl treated me to a splendid day of mesmerising geothermal walks, taking the waters and being pampered at two different spas and a delicious dinner, her anniversary gift for me, and how I loved it! (Mine to her, was a sunset dinner cruise on a sailboat in Auckland; which she loved!) But my love language remains food, I think. Cooking (and mixing cocktails) for people who are dear to me brings me even more joy than when I'm "only" cooking for myself. So here's a Dinner For Ava, tipples and dishes I've made for her, or inspired by her! Feel free to pick anything you like on the menu and try your hand at it!

Cocktails

Mr. Butler’s Phryne 

Pretty in Pink 

The Ava 

Between the Sheets 

Hors d'Oeuvres

Mrs. Butler’s Salmon Petits Bateaux 

Mrs. Butler’s Chicken and Chives Petits Bateaux 

Entrées

Vichyssoise 

Pièces de Résistance

Lemon Roast Cockerel 

Spring Courgette Pasta (Vegetarian)

Asparagus and Smoked Salmon Spaghetti 

Hot Burrata Margherita (Vegetarian)

Desserts

Manuka Honey and Brandy Chocolate Mousse 

Lemon Soufflés 

Manuka Honey Passionfruit Possets 

Manuka Mango, Strawberry and Banana Fruit Salad 

Hokey Pokey Ice Cream

Gather round, kids, as your Fandom Grandma weaves a tale of the representation of yore… (Happy Valentine’s Day, nerds.)

Bea used to be a morning person, adhering to the convent's bedtimes and early dawn training sessions. In Switserland, she tries to cling to this rhythm, wake up at 6AM for a morning run and return to find Ava still out cold.

But her hours at the bar gradually start to catch up with her and she sleeps through her alarm once, then twice (Ava is insufferable about it for a week), until once, she rouses just as Ava starts to stir, rays of sunlight framing her face, and they float towards consciousness together, spend 15 lazy minutes in bed, chatting in rough voices, before Ava crawls out to make tea. And Bea never sets an alarm again.

HELLO????

rewatching poi with one of my uni friend and physically restraining myself from starting another au

The next time Ava dies, the sky is purple.

She’s seen mountain peaks disappear into the sky. She’s seen rivers stain red rock like dark blood. She’s chased sunrises high into the sky and fallen with them until the stars shined overhead.

She’s seen millions of things she never thought she’d see before; things she only dreamed about when the world was nothing but a water stain on a dingy ceiling.

But none of them are this: Beatrice, hair down around her shoulders, the wind licking at the ends; Bea, knees pressed into the grass around them, the inside of her thighs pressed to the outside of Ava’s; Bea, smiling with her face turned up to the purple-pink sky; Bea, dropping her fingers to the center of Ava’s chest and walking them one fingertip at a time up the line of her throat as they curl around her chin, pulling Ava’s attention back as if she ever lost it.

“You’re beautiful,” she says without meaning to, breathing it out in a sigh. Bea’s eyes drop to the point where their bodies meet, where Bea’s hips press to Ava’s. Ava pushes up on her elbows and Bea’s fingers drift from her skin like a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ava,” Bea chides gently.

Ava shakes her head. She presses her hand insistently against Bea’s thigh. Hear me. Believe me, she thinks in time to her heart. But thunder rumbles back at her and her heart starts to sink in her chest like the evening sun.

“One day, we’ll have this,” Bea whispers as she leans closer, her hair a curtain around them. Purple sky leaks in. “You just need to come back to me.”

She wants to cry out. I’m trying. I’m trying. But the words and tears catch in her throat and when she closes her eyes to scream, she opens them a moment later to find herself alone. Her skin is warm, as if someone was just touching it. Her insides burn for air but she holds her breath until her lungs stop screaming Bea’s name.

She’s alone. She doesn’t know how long she’s been like this, living in some space where the one thing she loves haunts her like an organ playing to an empty church. But each night she breathes in the purple sky and dreams of Beatrice there, holding her hand, whispering the I love you she never heard, and hoping this time, Death comes for her and holds her until Bea finds them both.

Lilith. NO. That is NOT how you seduce a lady. Take her out for coffee first!

i cant wait to go home and brainrot about jrwi riptide

That moment when your partner stops you from eating her cousin with the help of your shark rival

(Reblogs are encouraged, Pr0ship/c0mship DNI)

so busy today i didnt even get to grab a lil snacc

last year after 1x08 i said deborah buying the end of the douchebag's comic career in a display of wealth (and therefore power) was of course partly her dealing with the sexual harrassment she never really adressed, but it was also hugely wielding power for ava's sake because she'd just accused deborah of not using her wealth to protect other women from what she went through. so deb shows her: i can do good with the fortune i own.

and the end of 2x02 made me think about that, because in a complete departure from that sentiment deborah now delights in financially ruining ava. so the wealth that was used for ava's appreciative eyes is now used as a punishing whip against her - which justifies how uneasy ava has been about it all along.

happy lunar new year 😩👌⭐💥🧧🎇🎆🧨🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇🐰🐇

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Khare frowned as she poured through various booklets and recipe articles cut out from magazines. Ava had come over for a meal and Khare knew she couldn't cook dinosaur (or shark) nuggets again. It was doubtful her feathered friend would complain about it, nuggets were delicious but something new and tasty would be more enjoyable, right? The trouble was deciding what to give her, since Khare wasn't exactly sure what harpies could and could not eat.

She pursed her lips in deep thought. Given what she'd seen Ava eat so far, chicken seemed the safest option and it was always avaliable at the diner. Good thing she'd taken home a half-empty bag of frozen fillets which could be defrosted soon enough. Plain chicken on it's own? Much too boring, something had to be done to spice things up... Her eye fell on a colourful piece of paper. Honey-Gochujang Fried Chicken Tenders. Khare lacked most of the ingredients necessary for Gochujang sauce but she did have honey and access to soy and other spices at the diner! Making a sweet n' spicy honey alternative could be the twist needed to make it both tasty and appealing to Ava while taking her tendancies as an obligate carnivore into account! Even better, cooking the chicken would be so easy! A simple coating of rice flour and cornstarch batter was great for people on gluten-free diets which should be gentle on the harpy's stomach if batter and breadcrumbs could only be eaten in small doses. Khare would have to ask Ava more about harpy biology in future, if she had any dislikes, allergies or food intolerances regarding human fare. Can't find crickets in this city other than the exotic petstore, and I'm not cooking bugs if Insecta is likely to find out about it... Sweet n' spicy chicken tenders it was, and with most of the ingredients already on hand, it was only a matter of marinating the meat for a few hours to ensure the best flavour! Hopefully Ava would enjoy her meal of bite-sized tenders, slightly spicy but carrying the delicate sweetness of the honey enriched with chilli, garlic and soy.

guys they have a giant movie room i'm gonna be crashing in, with surround sound system and a dog who loves watching tv with people

sophs-style:

Ava DuVernay at the Chanel and Charles Finch Pre-Oscar Awards Dinner on Saturday night (11th March 2023) in Beverly Hills, CA.