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exitwound · 6 months
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Lovers writing in the historically preserved ladies bathroom of an abandoned salmon cannery in Astoria, washington
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kitty-mactabbysh · 9 months
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Before college takes my soul (I am literally on the way)!!
AleRudy and and Ghoap double date walking out of Across the Spiderverse (I'm late but I thought of this joke yesterday) like:
Soap: for the last time Simon our daughter's name is not gonna be Gwen
Ghost: But why? It's a good name innit? She'd be so much stronger with it
Soap: No, no naming children after fictional characters.
Alejandro:
Alejandro: But Miguelito is fine, right Rud-
Rodolfo: No.
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adastra121 · 1 year
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Hm, I’m pretty sure the Fried Long Lads are inspired by these!
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They’re called “youtiao,” a Chinese salty fried dough strip. They can be pretty oily — the name literally translates to “oil strip/stick.” You can eat them with congee (a Chinese rice porridge) by cutting or tearing it into pieces and putting it in the congee. You can also dip them in savoury soy milk! But I usually just eat them on their own — I should eat them with congee more often, though, since sometimes, I find them too oily and heavy on their own.
Anyway, I think I would have liked to visit Wen’s stall in Eridia’s Lowtown, especially if he also sells cong you bing (do you see the “you” again? Yep. The name translates to scallion oil cake. So, fried scallion pancakes!).
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scatterpatter · 1 year
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"Diversion? What kind of version?"
"Means for we to blow something up!"
"Oh, good! I am liking diversion!"
💙 💛 🧡/💙 💛 🧡/💙 💛 🧡
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18thcenturythirsttrap · 5 months
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Since we've reached the time of A Ghost Story for Christmas, here's your reminder:
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NOT to arrange for any elderly archdeacons to have an 'accident' on the stairs
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NOT to go digging for the last of three Anglo-Saxon crowns that protect the realm
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NOT to search for the hidden treasure of any dodgy medieval clerics.
Just... don't.
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tcrmommabear · 10 months
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TCR B-Day Bash Day #1: Music
THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN, THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOOOWWWNNNN
No I will not speak about why I’ve been gone so long, or why this is the first thing I come back with outside of memes. I hope this prompts a giggle folks, as that was the whole basis I had for writing this as fast as I could.
@catsafarithewriter​ when you awaken my love, I hope this meets all your dreams and expectations
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Someone was playing the piano.
And while beautiful, and normally not a problem, it was three in the morning on a Tuesday night. Still, Haru wasn’t one to judge a person’s coping mechanism, considering she was also awake and frantically baking out some complicated feelings herself. It wasn’t every day that a three year relationship ended.
She’d been hoping by the third batch of cookies, she’d be feeling a little more stable, but that was two more cookie dozens, an apple strudel, and a batch of blueberry muffins ago. She’d at least stopped crying, and Hiromi had stopped messaging at midnight when all Haru sent back was a picture of the messy kitchen and the fourth batch of cookies still being mixed.
She had thought her and Machida were doing better. At least “talk out our feelings before you storm off into the night” better. But apparently better really meant “I recognize we’re both feeling awful in this relationship and I think I need some space” and with that said, Machida disappeared into the night, and wasn’t answering any texts or calls.
The piano was still going, as she nibbled on a muffin on the kitchen floor, doodling mustaches on pictures of Machida. She had recognized brief scraps of songs here and there, but nothing she paid much attention too. She felt a small amount of camaraderie with the late night piano player, both causing trouble for their unfortunate neighbors. Haru at least had some bribes to get out of trouble.
The music lulled for a second, as it always did, before the next song began.
A familiar, soft note played out.
Haru dropped the muffin she was eating, bolting out her front door, down the hall, scrambling up the stairs, and to the apartment above hers.
She didn’t have time to knock, the piano player’s front door flying open as she raced down the hall. She managed to think a brief, “Oh shoot, he’s cute”, before her feet slipped. She rammed into him, both sprawling on the floor of his apartment.
“Are you alright-?!”
“Oh my god, I am so sorry-!”
They both paused in sitting up, tangled together for a moment as their eyes met. Haru recognized him, briefly, having seen him around the building a few times. She’d never been able to get a good look of him up close, but had known in an offhanded way he was polite and attractive. And on the verge of a likely breakup, it was a dangerous thing to fully experience now.
His eyes were very green.
He clears his throat, resting a hand on Haru’s shoulder and meeting her eyes with those very green ones. Her heart flutters, but just barely catches the dishevelled look to him, to the faint tear tracks on his cheeks.
“I’m so deeply sorry, are you alright Miss?” he asked, reaching to check her over.
She releases a shuddering breath, and scoots away from him. She needs air, and space, and maybe not to have a traitorous, broken heart.
“I’m fine! Please, my fault for going high speed,” she chuckles. She pats his shoulder, lingering a moment longer than she should.
He seems to appreciate the gesture, his own hand coming up to cover hers and lighting a fire from her fingers to her heart. She sees the extent of how rough he is, the misbuttoned sleeping shirt, the bloodshot eyes, and the (obvious) lack of sleep.
“Um,” she begins, unable to look away, “why uh… Why “Welcome to the Black Parade” this late at night?”
He snorts, “Is that what upset you?”
“Well, no, I didn’t care, I just recognized the song and know the usual, emo context.”
He snorts again, shaking his head, before releasing her hand. She doesn’t have long to mourn the loss, because he’s standing and offering it to her again, helping her stand. She risks a glance around the apartment, but finds nothing too interesting besides the piano just barely in sight around the corner.
“I suppose I was grappling with some difficult feelings tonight. I just started playing, and it wasn’t until I heard you running that I realized how late it was,” he says. He turns towards her, a sheepish smile in place. She likes his smile, she realizes.
Her heart had done a painful squeeze at the mention of difficult feelings, and she reaches out to touch his hand. It’s forward, and odd of her, but no good decisions were made after a night of breakups and baking. He doesn’t seem to mind, after all, and Haru takes that in stride.
“I know a thing or two about “difficult feelings” myself. Tonights been… Awful, and all I’ve done is cry and bake. Wish I had some piano skills to help with my feelings.”
He smiles again, putting a hand on Haru’s shoulder. She returns his earlier gesture, covering his hand with her own. They smile at each other, camaraderie in late night disappointments.
“My name is Haru, by the way. I live in the unit below you, and I have about 50 cookies I need help with. Would you like to join me?”
Her neighbor gives a big smile, bringing her hand up as he bows towards it.
“My friends call me Baron, as we are sure to be after tonight. As for those cookies, I’d be more than happy to help.”
Haru leads him down the stairs to her own apartment, and the pair sit together on her kitchen floor, munching away. It’s not until they’ve torn through a dozen between them, that Haru finally thinks to ask-
“What were you playing before Black Parade? Who broke your heart that badly?”
“Ah, Broadway. I was playing some songs from Phantom of the Opera,” he says into another cookie.
“It’s not everyday the longest running show ends, and it was enough to move me to tears.”
Haru throws a cookie at him before she can stop herself.
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conradrasputin · 1 year
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roselightfairy · 1 year
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I really do love a good hyperspecific modern AU sometimes because you get to really dive into whatever the writer’s particular interests or specialties are and learn all sorts of new things in an entertaining and accessible way. unfortunately, given my own modern AU, I am forced to draw the conclusion that this means my special interest is politics.
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rwwinton · 1 year
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The History Major instinct to add footnotes to my historical fiction novels because I feel guilty using my Creative License and am afraid no one will go read the Author’s Note at the end...
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pynkhues · 1 year
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Re your Daisy Jones post: I HAVE BEEN SAYING THE SAME EXACT THING ABOUT CAMILA MORONNE. That is a face that has seen an email for sure. She is gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous, and maybe I’m just an asshole but I find it really distracting and if suspends by immersion/belief when I see someone who has clearly had modern plastic surgery procedures in period dramas. She looks great, and I love me some cosmetic procedures myself, but it’s definitely noticeable. Her acting too, feels very 21st century. I think it’s sort of the same for Suki, but the general vibe she puts out fits the show and era, so she doesn’t suspend my belief as much. But those faces have definitely seen emails, Texts, Electric cars. You name it.
Oh god, yeah, I don't think I've seen pics of Camila Moronne properly before, but I googled her when you sent this ask and mm, it's definitely A Thing.
It probably doesn't help when I've been sinking deep back into my 50s through 70s music phase, but I do feel very conscious at the moment about how certain actors' faces fit within an era, and while plastic surgery certainly existed during that time, it's certainly of a different fashion as to what actors are doing now.
I haven't seen Daisy Jones and the 6 yet, but from the excerpts / trailers / gifs I've seen, I suspect it's just not well-directed. The main director, James Ponsoldt, is pretty well-established, but he's never done period drama before (plus the 70s, when this is set, was almost over when he was born in '78), and I think that shows in the modern-feel of it all. Anyone can work in a period drama, but you've got to sink yourself into the world of it, right? And that goes to research and art department and costume and make-up, but also casting, because a face can throw an audiience out, and - - yeah, I havent seen Daisy and the 6 yet - and I probably will - but I - - yes - - already have a lot of questions, haha.
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kitty-mactabbysh · 9 months
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While I build up the courage to watch Mr. & Mrs. Smith because sitting through movies is a hard task please consider this
Content Warning: Literal Ghosts, spirits and stuff. The haunting. I'm unsure if it's MCD because it was way before they met. But regardless, a warning is a warning ♡
Anyway, I saw a Twitter post once and I was trying to find it to link it here but I've no idea where it was. I should bookmark more.
But the tweet was basically about a lady saying someone told her she was being watched by a woman she didn't know, but it turned out to be an aunt that passed away without her meeting her?
Medium stuff.
And the replies had something similar, so how about...
An AU in which Ghost died years ago but his spirit began watching over Soap, who has no idea.
Then one day he was looking through some old photos Price had and he saw this dirt-blonde in a skull mask and asked him who he was.
Then Price, with the gentlest smile Johnny had ever seen on him, went: "That's Simon. He would've liked you."
And Soap froze up because a few months prior to this, a medium in a smoke shop he went to on leave told him there was a Simon watching over him, that he shouldn't fear anything.
The spirits liked Johnny. He always had a positive energy.
Tossing a coin to see if I should post the Frankenstein prompt or not
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zepdeans · 1 year
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GEORGE: I’m losing it Jerry. Losing it! I wake up, I need to pee, they’re in there. I go to brush my teeth at night, they’re in there. Surely there has to be some sort of moisture threshold one human can withstand in a day? Not to mention the water bill. Renting out the spare room was supposed to lower my expenses but good god, they’re bleeding me dry! And you know what the worst part is?
JERRY: I imagine you’re going to tell me.
GEORGE: I don’t see the appeal! Maybe if I understood I could let it slide. But shower sex? Who likes shower sex? It’s one of those things you ASPIRE to do, that you THINK you’ll enjoy. But then you try it, and meh. It’s the sexual version of horseback riding.
JERRY: Oh come on George, it’s about the romance. Haven’t you ever been in the shower with a woman? It’s sexy! It’s primal!
GEORGE: See, you have a completely backwards perspective on this whole thing. Showering is a utilitarian thing. You get in, you get clean, you get out. Sometimes you take an extra minute to stand and think, to ponder, sure. But sex? No place for sex.
JERRY: So that’s a no, then?
KRAMER enters wearing complete drag
KRAMER: You will not BELIEVE what happened to me at the public library today.
SEINFELD S14E07: THE SHOWER DOUBLE
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rydrake6 · 7 months
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I just thought of the best design for a bathroom. Have a secret hatch in the wall along with sensors on the toilet so that when someone sits down, the hatch opens and a hand comes out and grabs their shoulders.
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huntingtonpbc · 8 months
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desourire · 9 months
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Portland Multiuse Inspiration for a sizable craftsman utility room remodel with a side-by-side washer and dryer, recessed-panel cabinets, medium tone wood cabinets, quartz countertops, and beige walls.
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