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the-portrait-of-seraph · 2 years

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June's Review...

I completely forgot about this, please forgive me

Lolita: Nabokov, Vladmir

A great book in the way it's written! I greatly admire Nabokov's style and prose and I think it's pretty hardcore that he translated his own book (Lolita) into Russian. But does that make it Russian or European literature???

Humbert is the only unreliable narrator I don't like, I wonder why. Maybe it's because he was pining after a freaking twelve year-old? I know that this books gets a lot of hate for its depiction of pedophilia, but Nabokov had stated that this book was written for the opposite intention, to show the disgusting nature of pedophilia and even had specific instructions for the book's cover, which many did not listen to-

It's an interesting book to say the least, the characters, the plot, and even the setting really plays into Nabokov's masterpiece.

The Grapes of Wrath: Steinbeck, John

Ugh, I love this book!!!! The Grapes of Wrath is oftentimes considered Steinbeck's greatest work (I can refute that lol) and for good reason. The story is about the Joad family, who travel to California in hopes of a better life, but when they get there, life isn't all that it seems, and Tom Joad finds himself caught up in a worker's revolt.

Honestly, the stars of the show were the Ruthie and Willie interactions. They're so cute haha, especially when they see a flushing toilet and thought they broke it-

Rose of Sharon,,, she's so lovely. I felt so bad for her and her baby, and she was so excited too.

Connie really just left her because the responsibility was too much? Ran away and began studying hard to become the president of the U.S. huh?

There's a lot to unpack, but I am such a horrible explainer. It's not only the Joads, but the Reverend and the revolt also have so much more depth and allegory in them.

The Idiot: Dostoevsky, Fyodor

Myshkin,,,, I loveeee youuuuuu. No but seriously, I loved Myshkin throughout this whole book, he was the light in the dark dingy world of 19th century Russia. Truly a holy fool.

There was so much happening in this story??? The Rogozhin/Nastasya/Myshkin drama, the Aglaya/Myshkin development, the Rogozhin/Myshkin rivalry???? How Myshkin vehemently denounces Catholicism? The Rogozhin/Nastasya escape? Nastasya's death??? It will be hard to keep up with, but I promise you, the Idiot is so good.

Man, I love Nastasya Fillipovna. Fuck Trotsky though, he literally molested Nastasya throughout her time as his ward, that's not cool. And how Nastasya just burns a hundred thousand roubles, has two men wrapped around her finger, and ends up with neither of them? Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!!!

Sonya and Raskolnikov wanted to be everything that Nastasya and Myshkin were/j (Take a shot everytime Hyeji says Nastasya). Myshkin had pure intentions and saw the good in Nastasya/wanted to help her, and Nastasya absolutely lost it fr.

First Love: Turgenev, Ivan

I liked this one! First Love tells the story of Vladmir Petrovich and his love for his next door neighbor, Zinaida. However, Zinaida is aware of her good looks (as she should!!!) and has a lot of men vying for her hand, Petrovich being only one of them. She goes on to play her suitors against each other, while Petrovich is not aware of his real rival (spoiler, it's his dad).

Turgenev describes love as a summer torrent that changes a person once it's over, and he was damn right. As much as I wanted to root for Petrovich, I was also hoping for some sort of tragedy to act as character development.

It's very short, so you could read it in one sitting! I highly recommend it, if you like the feeling of hand sanitizer on half-healed cuts.

Poems of James Joyce and the Exiles

Okayyy, I see you Joyce!!!! I've only really considered James Joyce as an author, so reading his love poetry and only play really paints him in a new light!

Ugh, his poetry describes everything that I've ever felt about every person I've loved. I don't know if it's a lot, but I'm digressing. And his play??? Gorgeous, but sort of messed up? You have Robert and Bertha, the unmarried couple with their son Archie; they return from Rome to Ireland, to run into Richard, Bertha's ex and Beatrice, Robert's ex. Harmful hijinks ensue. I know that this play wasn't as successful as his other works, but I really liked it.

In Search of Lost Time: Proust, Marcel

I didn't not enjoy this as much as I thought I would. That doesn't mean I hated it!!!! I do admire Proustian writing style, but there wasn't that sort of compelling force that wanted me to keep turning the page. It certainly was interesting, I have a love and hate relationship with this series though haha.

June was not my month, too many things to do and now its my summer break!!! Going to try and be more active here now :)

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 5 months

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Like A Good Neighbor... | Cillian Murphy x fem!Reader

Summary| She grew up next-door to Cillian Murphy and he was her first sexual awakening. When her dad hosts a promiscuous book club meeting, she decides she's waited long enough.

Warnings| Mentions of Lolita and plays heavily on Lolita-core and daddy-kinks. Large age-gap, dubious consent, p in v sex, stalking, smut. Please read with caution!

It Probably Matters- Interpol 🎶

Born Too Late- The Poni-Tails 🎵

The Perfect Girl- Mareux 🎶

word count: 3082k

Minors do not interact! Does not reflect Cillian Murphy as an actual person- this is pure imagination and projection. Don’t interact if you find mentions of “Lolita” upsetting.

She could see through the parted curtains in his kitchen window that he was home. He was at the sink washing dishes with a towel thrown over one shoulder. His tight black shirt showed the curve of muscles in his upper arms as he scrubbed the pan. She was the girl-next-door type, helplessly petite and needy. She was nineteen and finally getting the stereotypical sex-drive that teenagers were criticized for. She was always horny now, and it felt like an unwavering flaw or weakness that placed her at odds wherever she went.

Her daddy issues obviously didn’t help the matter… or maybe it was because she was a scorpio.

She lived alone with her delusional father, who was an Irish author and playwright. He taught literature at the local university and loved expensive liquor. She was going to university for free because her father worked there, but she also stayed at home, trapped in her sexually repressed childhood bedroom. She stayed out of her father’s way when he was home but whenever he hosted “book-club” at their house, she found herself sneaking down the stairs to chat (flirt) with her father’s friends. The “book-club” was for the men in the neighborhood, to give them a social circle of their own, keep them from joining scary alt-right reddit pages by establishing connections with the men around them, something like that she imagined.

Cillian Murphy was part of this “book-club” that met once a month in her father’s house. He was a middle-aged actor with an A-list repertoire, and yet, he still socialized with the regular neighborhood men, as if he wasn’t acting out some of the books they read each month.

He was also a bachelor and hideously attractive. She met him when she was much younger, still in highschool and convinced that she would be an actress but discovered quickly that she was more of an artist. He’d given her short acting lessons, reading recommendations, and advice whenever she asked. He was like a second father, a better father than her actual father ever could be. He was the first person she masturbated about. She learned at an early age that she could spy on him from her bedroom window. She watched him read at night on his sofa, she watched him take home other women and fuck them on the couch when he was too horny to take them to bed, and she’d watched him masturbate to porn he projected on his small flatscreen tv. His taste in porn was pretty vanilla and it bored her, but she liked watching him touch himself, indulge himself. It was a serious turn-on.

And the cherry on top was the book they’d read for that month: Lo-fucking-lita.

She imagined that he got off to reading about a girl and an older man, that he fisted himself after he read at night, and that he thought of her when he did it. She was his Lo-fucking-lita. She had purposefully avoided the meeting that night, staying upstairs in her bedroom while the men discussed “literature” (Lolita). She wanted them to worry that she would come downstairs any minute while they were discussing such a nasty, disturbing topic. She wanted them to speak haltingly and glance up at her bedroom, she wanted Cillian to think about her and how dirty it was that they had read such a book, all the while she was upstairs. She took a long shower and washed her hair with fragrant shampoo. She moisturized her legs and dabbed her neck with perfume. She changed into her pajamas (underwear, a big t-shirt she’d swiped from Cillian’s house during a neighborhood get-together and she’d ruined her dress with salsa). She let her hair air-dry and rolled on her socks. She heard the men begin to leave, somewhat intoxicated, and watched as Cillian cleaned up his dishes left in his sink.

When he went back into his bedroom, she flew into action. She put on her slippers and sneaked down the staircase to the first floor. Her father was in the recliner, asleep, so she crept past and closed the side door behind her as she left. She walked the few feet separating the two houses and knocked lightly on Cillian’s door. She knocked again. And eventually, Cillian emerged from his bedroom in boxers and the same tight black shirt. He raised his eyebrow as he opened the door and let her in.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, worried. He glanced over at her house.

“Nothing, I just need some advice and my dad’s asleep.” She rolled her eyes and he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. Come in.” He waved her inside and locked the door behind them. She dragged a finger along the fabric of the couch, searching its surface for evidence of what she’d seen from her bedroom window.

“This place has changed so much since I was a kid.” She observed (lying of course).

“Yeh, I’ve tried to update everything, some remodeling.” He nodded. “So, what kind of advice do you need?” He sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter beside her.

“Mmhm. Fatherly advice.” She shrugged.

“Oh, so is this about a boy then?” He laughed and rubbed his eyes.

“I don’t know how much help I can be. Boy’s your age are so much different than how I was.” He shook his head and rested it against his palm.

“I know, that’s the problem.”

“Mhm?”

“I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.” She laughed and crossed her arms across her breasts. He looked down at her shirt and pointed.

“Hey, isn’t that my shirt?”

“Mmhm no, it's mine.” She lied and pulled down the front hem to inspect the words “Yoko Ono” on the front.

“I swear I have one just like that.” He walked off to his bedroom and she followed, a skip in her step. He opened his dresser and rummaged through the stack of neatly folded shirts. His clothes smelled like fabric softener and men’s deodorant. He didn’t find it and she gasped.

“Oh my god, you’re right. I just remembered that you lent this to me when I was here years ago and spilled salsa or something on my dress!” She slapped a hand across her forehead and he nodded slowly.

“Wow, that was so long ago. I’d completely forgotten.”

“Here, you can have it back.” She said slowly and watched his eyes widen as she slipped it over her head and handed it to him. Her bare breasts shook from the movement and she smiled. “What?” She asked innocently. He looked away but it was too late, he’d already taken her in, his eyes lingering on her full breasts, waist, and wide hips.

“What are you doing?” He hissed as if someone could hear and turned away from her.

“Returning your shirt.” She answered nonchalantly and fixed her wedgie, letting the material snap back against her butt.

“You can’t do that, Y/N. It isn’t appropriate.” His face reddened as he clutched the shirt in his fist.

“You don’t like this?” She pouted.

“Of course not. You’re young enough to be my daughter, I-” He spoke quickly.

“I think you like it, Cillian.” She interrupted him and trailed a finger down his clothed back.

“Why?” He sputtered innocently.

“Because… you’re still holding my shirt.” She pointed to the shirt still in his hands.

“Christ!” He covered his eyes and tossed the shirt onto the bed. She crawled onto the duvet, her knees sinking into the plush material.

“If I put on the shirt, will you still give me the advice I needed?” She sat down on her knees and licked her lips. He sighed and nodded into his hands.

“Yeh, yeh I guess so. Just put the shirt on.”

When she had the shirt back on, she leaned up against the headboard. “Ok, you’re good.”

He opened his eyes and exhaled loudly. “Alright, what is it?” His eyes were wildly dark and hungry but he used his acting talent to hide it. She saw right through his performance, namely because his erection grew inside his boxers.

“It's more of a question than advice, really,” she started.

“Ok.” He nodded, exhaling again.

“What did you think of Lolita?” She shifted back into a sitting pose in front of him. “I wasn’t able to stop by during the meeting, so, I want to know.”

“Fuck, Y/N. Why do I have the feeling that this isn’t what you’re really asking me?” He shook his head.

“No, you’re right. What I really want to know, I guess, is did you masturbate while you read it? Did it turn you on when you thought about her? Did you touch yourself and think of fucking a younger girl like her,.... Or like me?” She rose onto her knees and breathed against his wide lips. “Would you be Humbert Humbert mhm?” She reached down and played gently with his erection. He withheld his moan, closing his eyes to show how they rolled to the back of his head.

“Y/N, you can’t ask me things like that.” He protested, but didn’t push her away.

“I’m sorry. Let me rephrase: Have you ever thought about fucking me?” She traced her tongue around his lips, her hands prodding his erection.

“No.” He whispered unconfidently and she smiled.

“What’s this then?” She reached down into his boxers and took out his penis, running her hands along the length. He said nothing, fighting his internal desire to stay and come as she stroked him.

“We-we can’t.” He opened his eyes abruptly and stepped away, still very much hard.

“Yes, we can.” She reached for him and he reluctantly stepped forward again. “I’ve been thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about you, Cillian. I get so wet when I think of you and my pussy throbs, I have to touch myself.” She whined softly.

He looked down at her lips and breathed shakily.

“I think that you think about me too, don’t you?” She rose slowly on her knees and kissed him softly, her lips barely resting on his. She reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

“Touch me, please.” She whimpered and he looked down at her shirt, his hands shaking as they snaked up her chest.

“If your father found out…”

“I’m 19. I can make my own decisions.” She kissed him and sucked on his top lip. He moaned against her.

“Fuck…” He grunted and gave in, abandoning his pitiful battle to deny her. He tugged off her shirt and pushed her back on the bed.

“Do you want me to say that I’m a virgin? Does it turn you on to think that I’m a virgin?” She smiled and licked her lips seductively.

“No, don’t say that, Y/N.” He pushed her farther onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

“Well what do you want me to say, old man?” She laughed and wiggled beneath his weight.

“Tell me that you want me.” His voice came out as a growl, as he held her down on the bed, his hands stretched out against her’s over her head.

“Ooooo,” she purred against his lips, “I want you sooo bad, Cillian! Is that what you want?” She licked his lips childishly and rubbed the inside of her thigh up his leg.

“Fuck, don’t do this, love. I don’t like it when you tease me.” He exhaled against her cheek, his nose running over her soft, plump cheekbones. His erection pressed against the seam of his boxers and he rubbed his crotch against her panties. He could feel how wet she was through the two layers of fabric.

“I’m sorry, Cilian.” She pouted, her breasts bounced briefly against her open ribcage and he lowered his mouth to swirl his tongue around her nipple. She hummed in pleasure, squeezing her thighs around Cillian to keep him between her. He chuckled.

“See, I don’t need you to tell me that you want me, I can already tell, but what I want is for you to beg me, practically fuck me by yourself because you so desperately need to feel me inside you.” He kneeled above her and placed his hand on her navel, his thumb teasing the fabric of her waistband. She blushed and wiggled again, her clit throbbing. His thigh was positioned right up against her sex, he looked down and chuckled.

“I can feel your heartbeat through your cunt, darling.” His hand slid further down into her panties, brushing against the hair at her entrance. “It’s beating so fast, darling. Are you scared?” He pouted and cupped her cunt in his hand, gently. “Are you scared of me fucking you?” He rubbed her clit in small circles, his erection grew harder and she bit her lip.

“No, I want you to make me feel good.” She raised her chin defiantly and he smiled.

“Good girl.” He leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “call me daddy.”

“Mhmm, please daddy.” She started to shake with need as he rubbed her clit. She sat up and forced him down on the bed, straddling him on her knees. He ran his hands up her warm thighs as she moved her hips back and forth against his erection.

“Have you thought about me as much as I’ve thought about you?” She asked him between kisses.

“God, yes.” He groaned back and moved his hands up to the soft flesh of her stomach beneath her ribcage.

“I’ve been so fucking horny, daddy.” She moaned dramatically and smiled when he closed his eyes and groaned, thrusting up into her underwear. “I see you when you fuck those women on your couch. I know they aren’t pleasing you like I could, daddy. I touch myself when you fuck them, it gets me so wet thinking of you inside me. I want to make you cum, daddy.” She slithered down his chest and licked the outside of his boxer shorts. He watched her, his pupils shot.

“You have, eh?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh huh.” She mewed and pulled down the waistband of his underwear, exposing his large dick. She spat on it, a long string of drool dripping from her mouth. “I think you’re gonna be too big for me, daddy.” She licked the tip of his cock and he threw his head back, his mouth agape.

“Fucking hell. Look at what you’re doing to me and I haven’t even felt your fucking pussy yet.” He groaned and grabbed a fistfull of her hair, twirling it around his knuckles. She smiled and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft before pushing him down her throat. He moaned breathlessly and panted. She cupped his balls and hummed against his cock, drooling all over him. He pulled on her hair and his panting got quicker as he closed his eyes.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck… ah FUCK!” He cried as she went faster and squeezed at the base of his cock. “You’re such a good fucking girl. Come here.” He ordered and opened his arms to take her. She released him from her mouth and sat on his lap, facing him.

“Sit on it.” He whispered and twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. She gasped quietly as his other hand pulled her underwear to the side and directed her to sit on his erect cock. She raised herself up slightly before going back down on him. He slid roughly into her, his girth a little too large.

“Fuck, daddy!” She cried and her hands steadied herself on his navel.

“I know, I know, baby. You’re just so tight, yeh?” He pouted and moaned as she wiggled on him. “Take you time, darling. I love being inside you.” He whispered and kissed her roughly, surrounding her in his arms. He pulled her closer to his chest and pushed himself up further inside her and she squealed. She cried out as he started to move in and out of her.

“Ahh yeah! Oh, please fuck me!” She moaned against his shoulder.

“Fuck, I love it when you plead me like that. You’re so fucking desperate.” He groaned and sped up, hitting the base of her uterus each time. Her walls swallowed him and squeezed him. It felt so good she couldn’t speak, she could only cry out with each hard thrust. He held her on his lap and he flipped them over and hovered above her. He pulled out and pulled down her panties impatiently and tossed them to the foot of his bed. He took one of her legs and put it over his freckled shoulder.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl, understand?” He stayed inside her but didn’t move as he looked down at her red face. She nodded eagerly.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He smiled and started thrusting deeply and quickly but with experienced skill. He looked up as he chased his orgasm, his brows furrowed as he moaned. She gripped his throat gently, encouraging him to fuck her faster.

“Are you going to come, daddy?” She cried and he nodded.

“Yeah, fuck yeah. I’m gonna fill you up. You and your little pussy.” He panted and looked down as his cock went in and out harshly against her cunt. He removed the leg from his shoulder and took a pillow from the bed.

“Lift up your ass.” He ordered and she did as he asked, moaning against the pressure of his stiff cock. He put the pillow under her ass and pulled her hips right against his. He barely pulled out as he fucked her fast and hard. His balls slapped her loudly and she covered her mouth to keep from screaming.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fuck yes!” He yelled as his movements spasmed. She felt him cum inside her, his hot cum spilling between his cock and her walls. She cried out as she organsmed and shook with each wave of lingering pleasure. Cillian slowly took out his cock and looked down at the cum spilling out of her.

“That was so good, daddy.” She smiled breathlessly and he chucked.

“You were so good, love. You were such a good girl for me. So grown up.” He teased her and kissed her, his hands finding the handles of her hips. “You’re such a fucking pillow princess.” He laughed and went back to kissing her.

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lesbianpaulnewman · 8 months

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@rootsmachine tagged me for 9 fave books ty I hadn't heard of that Female Masculinity book i gotta read that sometime. I decided to limit biographies cus otherwise that Would've been all there was.

Im still endlessly sad James Leo Herlihy didn't have the chance to write more books Bc everything makes me go crazyinsane. Toni Morrison book was chosen for horny reasons. Still currently reading The Táin for class but Irish folklore and fuckedupness and everything about women likeeee i can already tell this is gnna be one of my fave books of all time. Lolita is probably on everybody's list but Idgaf

I tag @mandymovie or well ure sideblog @hudbannon @tedhead @wombesties

#I'm like if a guy was an English major but only liked biographies

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hikarry · 24 days

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I think you're literally the only Portuguese I ever saw on Tumblr

So I came for information

I'm going in Erasmus there (I wanted Italy but they didn't have a spot for me rip) and I need to know what's it like there. If it help with anything, I'm going to Coimbra? FLUC?

Parties? Pubs? Are yall nice? Do I have to worry about being harassed by middle aged men in the street?

Oh my fucking God

You are literally coming to my faculty! The chance of us crossing paths when you come is up to 80%! That's insane!

Okay okay, focus

I've lived with people from Erasmus so I think I can help

We have a group here of Portuguese people that "collects" all the people from Erasmus and programs stuff for yall to do like bar nights, clubbing, games etcetera. My old flatmates used to go to all of the events and they loved it

There are parties literally all the time here. We have 3 main clubs. One of them is specifically for Erasmus students (but anyone can go, really) and I've heard it's super fun - I'm not a club person, so eh can't help much there. My friends used to go almost every night tho

Pubs is much more my area

The main pub we used to have closed due to ✨️illegal activities ✨️ but we have a shit tone more

I usually go to the Irish pub uptown. It's hella classy and the prices are good. Got live music most of the time and ya can have lunch/dinner there also if you want

I can literally give you a map of all the Irish pubs in the city. Ive been to all of them and they are all top notch 5 stars

Also, I imagine you are coming next semester? In the first semester we have this festival called Latada. We get a week free of classes and it's literally a 1 week party with concerts. People go a bit mad there. Mainly because it's cool as shit ngl. Get ready to get Portuguese and Brazilian music stuck in your head

People from FLUC are nice. We are the letters and languages faculty so we are used to foreigners all the time. Everyone speaks English there. And we are the freaks of the university! My faculty is the one where all the queers and gays are! Listen, there's literally this cute girl I see all the time that dresses herself Lolita style. Where else would you see that? Only fluc

If you ever need any help, anyone will try and help you

Our streets are pretty safe. Sure, there's the occasional creep, but it's very rare. Just be careful with drunk college dudes. If you do go out, take trusted people with you that can have your back just in case

Alas, I won't ask you to show yourself, but if you need any help while you're around, hit me up. If you want me to know who you are, dm me. If not, send an anon ask again and I'll try to get to you as soon as I see it

Getting a house here can be a nightmare (even for us portuguese) and I might be able to help you with that. Depending on your course I might also be able to hook you up with files with all the summaries of your classes

#asks #anon

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tari-makes-drinks · 10 months

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Due to popular demand (and my own need to categorize and sort) I have decided to enumerate everything in my bar. You do not, by any means, require this to have fun. It's not a finished product, and I expect that it'll grow and shift as my tastes change.

Base liquors

Whiskeys:

Evan Williams Bourbon Evan Williams 1783 Famous Grouse Scotch Drambuie Jameson Orange

Vodkas:

Grey Goose Stolichnaya Smirnoff Raspberry

Brandies:

Christian Brothers VS Christian Brothers VSOP Christian Brothers Honey Pierre Ferrand Ambre Remy Martin 1738 Laird's Apple Brandy

Rums:

Kula Toasted Coconut Gosling's 151 Cruzan Aged Light Bacardi Gold Captain Morgan Spiced Cruzan Pineapple Malibu

Gins:

Tanqueray

Tequila:

Lunazul reposado Exotico blanco

Liqueurs:

Cointreau Campari Pierre Ferrand Dry Curacao Creme de Violette Domaine de Canton Goldschlager St. Germain St. Elder Midori Cherry Heering Jaegermeister Frangelico Five Farms Irish Cream Bailey's Irish Cream Kahlua Cafe Lolita coffee liqueur Bol's Blue Curacao De Kuyper Blue Curacao De Kuyper creme de cacao De Kuyper creme de menthe Luxardo Pernod Creme de cassis Shankey's whip DOM Benedictine Di Amore amaretto Rumplemintz HRD peach schnapps Everclear

Bitters:

Angostura Angostura Cacao Peychaud Fee Brothers Black Walnut Fee Brothers Orange

Syrups:

Simple Grenadine Demerara Simple

Mixers:

Bundaberg Ginger Beer La Croix Sakura La Croix Tangerine La Croix Lemon Fentiman's Rose Lemonade Fever Tree elderflower tonic water Red bull Schweppes' Ginger Ale

Tools:

Espresso machine (Breville BES870XL) Boston shaker (Koriko) Hawthorne strainer Sodastream Bar spoon

#alcohol tw #It is. A lot.#Feel free to ask about anything up here #I've obviously tried it.

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bendingfantasy · 5 months

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Calla

Calla has multiple possible origins. Foremost, Calla derives from the Greek word κάλλος (meaning “beauty”). Calla is also a floral name based on the genus of lilies with the same word origin. In Swedish, Calla is an alternative spelling of Kalla. The Scandinavian Kalla derives from the Germanic name Karl (meaning “free man,” “strong,” “virile,” or “petite”). Finally, Calla is a diminutive of the Irish name Caoilainn. This name combined the Old Irish elements caol (meaning “slender”) and fionn (meaning “fair”).Calla is a lovely baby name for girls. Delicate and distinguished, this name offers a refreshing alternative to related floral names like Violet or Rose. Calla Matthews was the name of a main character in the Guiding Light series, and Calla Lily Ponder is the titular protagonist of The Crowning Glory of Calla Lily Ponder by Rebecca Wells. Keep reading to learn more about this baby name.

Calla is wearing a hunter green and cream dress with black lace. She is wearing a green necklace and earrings. Her blonde hair is up in a updo.

Don't forget her meshes or she won't show correctly.

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plasticpony4 · 3 months

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♡ My 2023 retrospective: egl version ♡ PART 7/9

Continues from the previous post.

After that, we went to eat lunch at a café, but before that, there was this beautiful place that looked perfect for taking pictures of my coord, but we were in a hurry, so I only took like 2 photos and this is the one that came out better even though it's funny because it's the typical bad windy photos with hair covering my face lol.

I'm sharing it because we need to remember that people online are real and ugly like us too!

Look how cute our old school babylitas @idonthaveaname0000 and @puredeathwish are! I love them.

As you can see, the quality of the pictures started getting better. That's because I didn't take them, a community member sent them to us after the meet. So get ready for more paintings spam!

Our meet ended with this chonky rainbow cake that didn't taste like anything.

November was also the month when this Axes Femme collection came out and I will absolutely have my indie brand seamstress friend make me a velveteen headbow that I can tie to my head instead of having to wear a headband. Even though I'm one of the few people that I know that doesn't actually have sensory issues, headbands are often uncomfortable, especially if you wear glasses and a ton of other hair accessories (which a lot of lolitas do), so I'm looking forward to having this little item in my wardrobe this 2024 (it's gonna match the velveteen dress that she will make me too)! Also, watching Misako's and brand lives with other people is a lot better than watching them by yourself.

Another thing that happened is that I sent my friend @saturnia-pyri a Moomin birthday gift that contained a book bag that she used for a fancy lolita tea party with her local comm. Even though she's italian, she lives in Ireland and is part of the irish comm, so we can't meet often. I wish I could see all my friends more easily and wear cute outfits together or just hang out casually, but it is what it is. I'm glad we can enjoy our friendship anyway even if we're apart and that she liked my present and used it in her lovely coord!

December

Aaaand we finally got to the last month of this long year in review. December started with masala chai and celebration for finally becoming a licensed psychologist. I invited many friends and acquaintances, but only a few showed up. Among them were some people from my comm. I was genuinely really glad that they came, and some even brought me gifts.

Then we actually had two different Christmas/winter lolita meet-ups!

This is what I wore for the first one. The theme of the meet was "Christmas books/movies/media". I tried to use this Tomoyo's Atelier JSK for my first real punk coord, with my Black Peace Now jacket and actual punk bag from when I was young. My coord was also inspired by A nightmare before christmas. I'm standin with @puredeathwish here.

I love all the photos @puririna took of us! More to follow on the next post!

[END OF PART 7/9]

#me #diary #egl #2023 #axes femme #moomin #tomoyo's atelier #black peace now

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raggedyfink · 1 year

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About me:

Name: Jen

Age: 26

Pronouns: Cis she/her

Ancestry: White (Viking ancestry, British, irish, Scottish, Spanish), Indigenous (Mexican, Mayan, trace New England native, Saami), Jewish (Ashkenazi), Hungarian Romani, Arab Mexican

What I blog:

-posts related to goth, punk, dark aesthetic, favorite actors, cinema, literature, academia, art, anarchist politics and social issues with intersectionality in mind, morute, dark cabaret, Lolita fashion, gothic horror, vintage fashion and aesthetics and whatever random thoughts are on my mind

I am also an illustrator and I will post my art too. I also write poetry but will only update in regards to published work.

Fashion influences: 80s goth, deathrock, egl fashion, Victorian goth, gothic academia, morute, mallgoth, 1970s fashion, halloweencore, worthikids, strangegutz

Style Icons: Siouxsie Sioux, Rozz Williams, Mana Sama, Kat Bjelland

Art influences: see #myinspo tag

Writing influences: Edward Gorey, Edgar Allan Poe

Instagram: artofjenmong

DNI if: minor, Zionist and any racist, misogynistic, transphobic, anti-sex work, far-right, homophobic, ableist or any bigoted individual or are a part of the true crime community.

Disclaimer: This blog is a safe space for marginalized individuals and groups such as the LGBT+, POC, indigenous, the working class, any and all women, sex workers, Anti Zionist Jewish and disabled and neurodivergent people. Let me know if I’m following any problematic individuals and I will promptly block them. Free Palestine, Free Sudan, Free Congo, Free the Uyghurs, Free Turtle Island, Free Afghanistan, Free Iran, Free Taiwan, Free Hong Kong, Free Ukraine.

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adamshallperish · 7 months

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weekly media summary

reading

essays

gothic incest: gender, sexuality and transgression by jenny diplacidi

salò, lolita, and the aesthetics of hegemony by ave wiseman

books

summer by edith wharton (finished)

universal harvester by john darnielle

child of god by cormac mccarthy

watching

continuing my supernatural liveblog with season three (kind of. i've taken a bit of a break. i'm still putting this here.)

film

rebecca dir alfred hitchcock

shadow of a doubt dir alfred hitchcock

suspiria dir luca guadiginino

why didn't they ask evans dir hugh laurie

listening

albums

born to run by bruce springsteen

unreal, unearth by hozier

songs

meeting across the river by bruce springsteen

tiger woods by dan bern

radio nowhere by bruce springsteen

blow up the outside world by soundgarden

belfast by brain finnegan

blood brothers by nicole dollanganger

pink cadillac by bruce springsteen

the dear irish boy by kevin crawford

#weekly media summary #mine

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cosmicanger · 1 year

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Master drummer Roy Haynes (right) & Michael E. Haynes (his younger brother), in Boston, Massachusetts, probably in the early 1940s.

Original 📸held by Winifred Irish Hall. Digital scan captured by Lolita Parker, Jr. for inclusion in the Lower Roxbury Black History Project.

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fairykukla · 1 year

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Mantel display for Saint Season: St. Valentine's Day/St. Patrick's Day. Irish dress on Alexis, pink fringe for Arianna, red velvet on Towanna, and Goodreau "Sweetheart Rose" outfit on Helen.

On the other side of the mushrooms:

Purple iridescent gown on Never, Gala in her favorite leaf skirt, dark green dress with heirloom pinafore on Diane, and Lucky Shamrock Lolita Kimono from Crimson Chimera on Trixie.

#bjd #legit bjd #goodreau #2023

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artthemasquerade · 1 year

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Aislin Quinn

So I'm going to be doing a Halloween special session for the New Orleans game where we play as a Thinblood that has just been recently embraced by the evil torture cult that's been plaguing the city!

Backstory under the cut

Aislin Quinn was born in Baltimore, Maryland to a middle class family of Irish descent, her father was a successful lawyer and her mother was a former model turned house wife. Despite all appearances of being the near perfect family, the Quinns’ marriage was slowly falling apart behind the scenes, due to Aislin’s mother’s constant affairs, putting her father under heavy stress as he tried everything to fix his failing marriage. They had managed to even hide their troubles from their own children, so when Aislin and her two sibblings came to learn about their mother’s extramarital actives it came to as a huge shock. Especially when they had found this out while they were attending a party thrown in their father’s honour and their mother thought it best to make out with one of her husband’s co-workers in the janitor’s closet, they were quickly discovered and Aislin and her family were humiliated.

Aislin never forgave her mother for her lack of remorse for what her cheating had done to her father, even when he tried again and again to fix their marriage. However, Aislin was never truly allowed to fully express her anger and resentment towards her mother as she was the oldest of children and had needed to be there emotionally for her younger siblings and father, who’s mental health and career was falling by the wayside. So instead she buried it deep, deep, deep into her heart, her anger only coming out when she was at her limit emotionally. And as a result of seeing her family fall apart because of her mother’s actions and her father trying to keep them all together, Aislin had a very difficult time trusting others and made very little close friends, especially when she saw how easily some people made excuses for her mother’s cheating just because they liked her the best.

Despite her family falling apart, Aislin had managed to graduate college with a degree in photography and used her skills to build her influencer career modelling gothic Lolita style clothes. She also met her boyfriend at college who upon graduating became a fitness instructor and very into health and wellness. Eventually he started working becoming a fitness and wellness influencer and got Aislin to support him financially after he quit his job to build up his career.

However, Aislin’s relationship strained over the years from the financial burden and how her boyfriend grew more, especially when he insisted that they move to New Orleans to further both of their careers and he became more critical of her fashion choices and often pointed out to her that they would make more money if she dressed more relatable. But that wasn’t the worse of their issues, as it turned out Aislin’s boyfriend was also cheating on her with another fitness influencer and was planning to leave her once his career got off the ground and the woman he was having an affair with divorce was finalised.

Aislin had begun to suspect that her boyfriend of five years was having an affair but he used her past trauma of her mother’s cheating causing her family to break up to gaslight her into thinking she was going crazy in accusing him. Aislin spent a lot of time trying to fix herself from being suspicious about her boyfriend’s relationships, suppressing her paranoia and anger and focusing on her career. But in the end, the truth about her boyfriend’s affair came out when a photo of him and the woman he was cheating with was posted online and spread around the internet like wild fire.

Aislin quickly dumped him and tried to keep to a low profile online until the scandal blew over, which made her flourishing career stall, making her feel depressed and furious that she was paying the price for her ex’s actions. It didn’t help that some of her friends, who had been her exes’ friends first, were trying to get her to forgive him and were subtly blaming her for him stepping out of the relationship, it took her a little too long before she finally kicked them to the curve too.

She hadn’t wanted to make more of a scene in her social life and wanted some normalcy in her life, but it seemed impossible to. Even when she threw herself into revitalising her career, ignoring her held back anger, her ex made it difficult for her to move on as he kept trying to contact her to take him back, as the woman he cheated on Aislin with had dumped him for the sake of her career. Despite Aislin’s attempts to block him, her ex kept calling and dming her, driving her up the wall.

On the night of her embrace when Aislin was working an important photoshoot for sponsored content, her ex calling her kept interrupting and ruining the flow and it at last made Aislin explode with rage, she shouted at him insults and threats to do anything make him go away. Little did she know her anger and unusual fashion scene had drawn her the attention of her sire. She didn’t remember what her sire’s face or voice was like, but Aislin did remember how they smelled like, the scent of Lavender & Neroli clung to her memory. But her sire’s scent wasn’t the only thing that her sire had left her, unknownst to Aislin, her sire had also changed her face. And she awoke in a strange place feeling nothing but hunger and a deep rage.

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dan6085 · 10 months

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Top 20 writers who have had a significant impact on literature and continue to be widely read and celebrated:

1. William Shakespeare - English playwright and poet whose works, such as "Hamlet," "Macbeth," and "Romeo and Juliet," are considered some of the greatest works of literature in the English language.

2. Homer - Ancient Greek poet who authored epic poems "The Iliad" and "The Odyssey," which continue to be studied and adapted today.

3. Jane Austen - English novelist whose works, including "Pride and Prejudice" and "Sense and Sensibility," are known for their witty social commentary and exploration of gender roles.

4. Leo Tolstoy - Russian author whose novels, including "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina," are considered masterpieces of realist fiction and explore themes of love, war, and human nature.

5. Fyodor Dostoevsky - Russian author whose works, including "Crime and Punishment" and "The Brothers Karamazov," explore themes of morality, guilt, and redemption.

6. Charles Dickens - English author whose works, including "Oliver Twist" and "Great Expectations," often exposed the harsh realities of Victorian society and championed social justice.

7. Miguel de Cervantes - Spanish author whose novel "Don Quixote" is considered one of the greatest works of fiction ever written and is widely regarded as the first modern novel.

8. Virginia Woolf - English author and feminist whose works, including "Mrs. Dalloway" and "To the Lighthouse," experimented with narrative structure and explored themes of gender, identity, and mental illness.

9. Toni Morrison - American novelist and essayist whose works, including "Beloved" and "The Bluest Eye," explore themes of race, identity, and history. Morrison was the first Black woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

10. Gabriel Garcia Marquez - Colombian author whose works, including "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "Love in the Time of Cholera," pioneered the literary genre of magical realism and explored themes of love, family, and politics.

11. James Joyce - Irish author whose works, including "Ulysses" and "Finnegan's Wake," are known for their experimental narrative techniques and exploration of themes of identity, sexuality, and Irish history.

12. Ernest Hemingway - American author whose works, including "The Sun Also Rises" and "For Whom the Bell Tolls," are known for their spare, direct prose style and exploration of themes of war, masculinity, and existentialism.

13. Franz Kafka - Czech author whose works, including "The Metamorphosis" and "The Trial," often explore themes of alienation, bureaucracy, and the absurdity of modern life.

14. Emily Dickinson - American poet whose works, including "Because I could not stop for Death" and "I heard a Fly buzz - when I died," are known for their innovative use of language and exploration of themes of death, nature, and spirituality.

15. William Faulkner - American author whose works, including "The Sound and the Fury" and "As I Lay Dying," often experiment with narrative structure and explore themes of race, history, and the American South.

16. Samuel Beckett - Irish author whose works, including "Waiting for Godot" and "Endgame," are known for their absurdist themes and exploration of the human condition.

17. Herman Melville - American author whose novel "Moby-Dick" is considered one of the greatest works of American literature and explores themes of obsession, morality, and the nature of evil.

18. Vladimir Nabokov - Russian-American author whose works, including "Lolita" and "Pale Fire," often experiment with narrative structure and explore themes of sexuality, identity, and memory.

19. George Orwell - English author whose works, including "1984" and "Animal Farm," are known for their political and social commentary and exploration of themes of totalitarianism, propaganda, and censorship.

20. Dante Alighieri - Italian poet whose epic poem "The Divine Comedy" is considered one of the greatest works of Western literature and explores themes of love, sin, and redemption.

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