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☘️ You can call me citrus or clem.

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My redacted audio hot take is that Milo is a surprisingly much hotter dom/ dom coded than David.

David fits another niche.

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Inherited a jar of tea from my Pakistani mentor yk the kind that is round and in a repurposed glass jar. Every night for a week I tried to make massala tea but I keep messing up the proportions. Any advice please? I just want the flavor of the spices to show up but right now it is really is just leaf water 😔

i have an entire masala chai recipe on my old main blog i will try to scout for you but the basic proportions for masala chai are

- equal portions water + milk (preferably whole or evaporated milk. any milk alternative is fine but the texture won’t be as smooth, and you will want to add less water and more milk)

- per one cup of liquid, 1 tsp of crushed whole spice or other mixed chai spice. i prefer my chai very strong so i usually add about a table spoon.

- sugar is to taste.

i make my chai by melting my sugar down first with an equal amount of water and adding my spices, letting it boil into a syrup until it’s a soft amber color. this isn’t traditional but it results in a very strong tasting chai.

after the sugar i add the loose leaf tea proportion to chai (i do a tablespoon per cup of liquid. this might be too strong, so a teaspoon will do) and the amount of water. i let that come to a simmer, turn the heat down, and add equal amount of milk.

i turn the heat up and let the chai come to a boil and turn the heat down just before it overflows. REPEAT THIS THREE TIMES. aearating your chai is the most important part, as it denatures the milk and makes it that nice smooth texture.

use a tea strainer and enjoy 🤝

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Just finished Babel and I will try to form words around it later promise but Letty not fitting in is almost evident in her use of the nickname "Birdy". It was given to him by Ramy and it's "his [Ramy's] word", it is later said by Victoire and it holds the same general connotations; it's loving, caring.

The first time Letty calls Robin by that nickname, she's trying to connect with him through her own experiences, build a bridge from her to him. But since their experiences are so vastly different, and since she does not try to build this connection by being open to recognize Robin and his unique struggles, it ultimately falls flat. She says it, but with none of the love it carries when Ramy or Victoire say it.

The second time letty says it, it's when she's mocking Robin's struggles and asking him to give up everything he is fighting for. She is not even trying to build a connection this time. She uses words meant to describe him, words said by him to assert her viewpoint over them. But in doing so, she fails to capture the entire meaning. And that's just it, isn't it? That's why Babel needs foreign students.

To use the silver bars well, you need to live, breathe and dream in the languages engraved on the bars. But you cannot dream in a certain language if you hate the native people of that language.

Professor Lovell, for all his genius and knowledge of mandarin, still had limitations and needed Chinese people- Chinese children -to overcome them. This why Babel recruits so many students from different backgrounds, British mastery of foreign languages is impossible because of the racism, because of the condescension, because of imperialism.

And that is why the fall of Babel was always inevitable. Because languages are ways of seeing the world, they are "worlds within the world". To truly be fluent in a language, means to become part of that world. And once you do, how could you justify the actions of the British empire? Once you learn Cantonese, the plot by Lovell and Co becomes unconscionable. You see the world through the eyes of a Cantonese person, through the eyes of a potential victim. And the constant racist remarks, the opium trade become unbearable.

That's why Letty "couldn't understand". That's why Lovell "didn't understand". That's why Sterling Jones "doesn't understand". It's literal. They only see the world through a white upper-class British lens. They only speak "white upper-class British" English. Not "working class" English. And they certainly do not speak "I'm a foreigner in country that needs me, but hates me and wants me to be grateful for its restraint" English.

Lovell, Playfair and Letty speak the same language. Ramy, Victoire and Robin speak another language. And so they all come up with the same arguments as to why resistance is futile. And that's why the explanations given by Griffin, then Victoire, Ramy, and Robin fall on deaf ears. They are in the tower of Babel and they speak different languages.

Letitia Price betrayed her friends bc she failed to translate the words of the people she thought she loved.

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GUESS WHO SUCCESSFULLY defended her master thesis‼️‼️‼️‼️

🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

We're back in the weeds again but if I survive this I will never hate myself ever again bcs MY GOD !

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Being so fucking serious this shit has ground me down to my bones. Like I will be half the woman I was coming into it I'm not even joking

We're back in the weeds again but if I survive this I will never hate myself ever again bcs MY GOD !

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We're back in the weeds again but if I survive this I will never hate myself ever again bcs MY GOD !

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Reading my first immortals after dark book, McRieve and wondering how Kresley Cole will pull off having these two reunite in a believable manner. Like..... the foreshadowing alone was sooo well done, I can forgive the use of "cunny". She incredible talent in world building! From the prologue, it feels like the world of this story is under a veil and being slowly uncovered one page/inch at a time. The obstacles between the leading couple are something else genuinely how are you going to make this work??????? At the edge of my seat bc it really feels like she wrote herself into a corner.

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WE DID IT 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

If I survive this, I'm going on a solo trip to a place with a seaview and/or mountains.

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If I survive this, I'm going on a solo trip to a place with a seaview and/or mountains.

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People liking my touchstarved posts recently makes me wonder if I accidentally predicted smth from the new demo.........

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having sex with me is always incest because I consider us all brothers and sisters in our shared struggle against capital

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Modern day! Leander watches you put back one of the outfits you really liked on the rack because "getting both would be too expensive" and he gets that chilly close eyed smile. Then tells you to get it anyway, he can pay for it. His mood makes the temperature of the room drop 10° with each word of protest from you. You end up taking both items anyway and he thanks you while he pays for it.

Suspiciously large amounts of money drop into your bank account regularly after that, all with seemingly legitimate motives. Tax refunds (you've never paid that much). Payment for damages due to leaked social security info. Deposits from your old appartments. Refunds for previous medical expenses from your insurance.

If you tell Leander about any of this he just goes "wow! what crazy luck! You should give me some of that haha ". And you've since learned that being with Leander means not asking too many questions when things like this happen.

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Love me till my lips turn blue.

Unnamed!MC x Leander, Unnamed!MC x Kuras.

MDNI

Warnings: Suggestive but nothing is shown, MC is kind of a douche here, Toxic Leander its tame tho, Kuras sits on the cuck chair.

As the Oracle of the gods, you were always used to people buzzing about all around you. Either hoping to obtain divine favor or to wield power over men through your influence.

When you were expelled from the only home you've ever known, you told yourself that it was for the best. Everything was quiet now. There was no one to tell you where to go, what to eat, when to wake up. There was no one trying to use you one way or another. It was peaceful. You told yourself you could live with that.

But as the days pass, you find yourself restless. What was once a welcomed reprieve morphed into a suffocating, accusatory silence. You were born and raised with people fussing over you. You once had a purpose. You once had a place in the world, in the minds and hearts of those around you. And now.... now you were no one. Unimportant. Uncared for. No one had called your name in weeks, when it used to be on everyone's lips like a prayer. You don't know how to live without worship. You're not sure if you exist without it either. Such arrogance! Maybe that's why fate abandoned you.

When the caravan was attacked by a soulless and you found yourself on a filthy floor broken and bloody, you told yourself it's only natural. It was a fitting end for an abandoned thing like you.

You had hoped, at first, that Kuras would help. You weren't so much of a fool that you couldn't see the longing in his eyes. Did you love him back ? Maybe. You weren't sure. Back home, the elders never let you interact with anyone long enough to develop feelings. But you knew he needed something to anchor him and it seemed fate had decided you would be it.

And you could do that. You could do that better than anyone! Maybe this was what it was all about. This was your true purpose. To help him overcome whatever he was battling with.

You tried to encourage him, spending time at his clinic, speaking to him softly. Letting him lean on you when inexplicable bouts of pain shook him to the ground. You were there for him, and he accepted your help whenever you offered it. But he never sought you out first. It was the one limit he imposed on himself, and it frustrated you to no end. Couldn't he see that this was the natural order of things? That denying himself like that was causing pain to you both?

The last straw came when you found him crumpled in a corner of his clinic, clearly suffering from another attack. Why didn't he seek you out? You were just in the little nook that served as a storage. Couldnt he have just called for you? Was seeking your help, your comfort, that repulsive a thought to him?

You leave for your lodgings at the wet wick immediately after soothing him. If he doesn't want you, you won't overstay your welcome. You try not to let tears spill out on your way.

From the moment you met, you knew Leander was a leacherous man. At your lowest points ( the nth failed entry operation at the senobium), the desire in his eyes could almost have passed for adoration. Almost. His desire was as constant as ardent faith. It promised to burn just as hot. But you could tell the difference, and you wouldn't be thrown away like a used rag again. Come what may, you promised yourself that come what may, you wouldn't stoop so low.

The devil always keeps his promises though, and you're not a devil.

The first time you let him have his way he was holding your hand in both of his, peppering kisses on your knuckles, whispering sweet nothing between each.

"You're beautiful"

"I know you don't trust me, just let me prove myself to you"

"Or use me. I don't care. I just want to give you everything"

"Please let me"

"Please, Y/N"

Your cold gaze had softened at the mention of your name in that pleading tone. It was enough send the man at your side shiver.

You'd tried to remember that lust and devotion were two separate things. That despite your status as a fallen oracle you still deserved more than stolen moments in a den of debauchery. Besides, it wasn't like he was pursuing you out of love. You were just the latest in a long list of people he wanted to bed. His insistance owed to the fact you had held out longer than most. He wanted to use you for his own pleasure, you were sure of it, and he would leave you defiled and unsatisfied.

You yanked your gloved hand from his grasp (you hadn't let him touch you after the first time) and let it rest suggestively on your clothed privates. "Fine. Let's see how badly you want it."

You had genuinely thought he would try to get you to agree to something else. That he wouldn't get on his knees for a mere fling. The smile that formed on his face had your stomach drop, but not as fast as he did, tugging at your belt, cheek against the buckle, lips trembling.

"Really?" Was seemingly all he could say. You surprised yourself when you nodded yes.

You'd genuinely thought lust and devotion to be incompatible. The first swipe of Leanders tongue proved otherwise.

You'd failed to notice the eerie, distorted shadow on the ground or the familiar jingle of hoop ear rings.

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Daydreaming about touchstarved MCs is always so entertaining to me bc I play favorites. These ppl may be in the same world, but they're definitely NOT in the same genre.

Alchemist is in a hurt/comfort romcom. Hound is in a found family/soulmates house movie.

Unnamed in a psycho-sexual thriller.

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Happy Birthday Mhin!

Maybe if we shower them with love, they’ll let down their guard 😬

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Just wanted to say I adored your airport headcannons post, it brightened my evening <3 (also I thought everyone could read on airplanes?? was nobody going to tell me this isn't universal??)

Hi! Thanks you I'm so glad my nonsense could help you even a little!

As for the reading, this more of a personal experience lol. I really try to pick up a book in a plane and idk.... it's not comfy? It's probably to do with the seats and the fact that you share arm rest space with other people. Also the whole ordeal of flying is very energy consuming to me (packing, leaving early, finding a place to be until gates are open ect) and I don't have enough juice for anything other than shapes and colors lol. This is an experience I share with only some friends and family so it's definitely not universal. But I'm quite envious of that!