#Aug 25

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Rob Zombie - Dragula

[akasanata]

These two need to learn communication skills 🤦

Something tells me she did get up

Yup, she definitely got up to welcome the little critter at her window

[shakespearefreak]

🥳 Happy (Belated) Birthday, Makena! 🥳

Sunday (August 25th) was Makena’s birthday! It was insanely hot in the daytime, so we went out for Chocolate Shoppe ice cream 🍨 once the sun set and it was a little cooler (it was still 80° F even then!). I gave her her present (a pair of rhinestone butterfly 🦋✨ earrings), and then we went home for cake 🍰 and a movie 🎞️ with Evette and Maritza — it was between The Devil Wears Prada and Cruella, and after watching trailers for both Makena decided on Cruella; despite the poor reviews, it’s a really fun film, but I ended up being too tired to finish it that night, and yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment plus a mini-crisis at home (long story), so we’re finishing it later today.

“What kind of ice cream do you like?” Marley asked.

“Chocolate!” Makena responded immediately. “Everyone thinks it’s boring, but it’s my favorite!”

“Okay, so this place has the most chocolate-y chocolate EVER.”

“Oh, wow! I’ve gotta try that!”

They both got Zanzibar Chocolate (though Marley also sampled a Black Licorice flavor, which was delicious).

“Okay, yeah, that IS the most chocolate-y chocolate ever,” Makena said after her first rich, decadent spoonful. “What about you? What’s your favorite?”

“Blue Moon!” Marley said eagerly.

“I think I’ve heard of it… what is it?”

“The best ice cream flavor in the world, that’s what!”

“That’s… descriptive,” Makena said, laughing a little.

“Well, we’ll just have to come back sometime so you can try it!”

(I made that doll-sized ice cream tub out of some printouts glued to an old medicine dosage cup! I wish I’d gotten a better photo of it before throwing it away, I thought it turned out really well.)

Makena tore off the sparkling purple gift wrap to reveal a jewelry box. She opened the lid and saw the silver rhinestone butterflies gleaming against the black velvet backing. “These are awesome, thank you so much!” she said.

“Happy Birthday!” Marley returned with a grin, then snapped a photo of Makena showing off her new earrings.

“This movie didn’t do very well,” Marley told the girls before starting it, “because I think a lot of people didn’t get it.”

They watched in companionable silence for a while, then Makena commented, “It’s a good movie, but… does Cruella de Vil really need a sympathetic backstory?”

“This is actually an alternate universe to the animated film. It’ll become clearer later on,” Marley responded.

“Oh! Okay, that makes more sense,” Makena said, then suddenly, “Ouch!” She whirled to see Spork pawing at her braids. “Hey, quit it!” (The cat did, reluctantly.)

[msbarrows]

Yeah Anno 1800 is still controlling my brain and eating most of my free time (and some time I should be using for other things, like sleeping). Which means I've once again been skipping out on doing my daily posts, so grrrr at myself since I find having them personally useful (such as for double-checking when I last served something so I don't produce chili out of the freezer twice in one week sort of thing; I'd be fine with that but the brother prefers more variety).

And now I've once again gone a full week since I last posted, and apart from "played Anno 1800, crocheted a little" most days are a blank. At least it's the same save I was working on a week ago so I'm well past any danger of needing to restart from scratch? I'm in a weird mode with it where my income is almost always in the red, but I'm regularly selling excess stuff (some of it pretty valuable) to the NPC traders, and since those are blink-and-you-miss-it spikes of positive income, my actual money on hand has been climbing steadily despite being 'in the red'. I'm now up to almost 30 million in game, and seem to finally be turning the corner to actually earning positive revenue occasionally.

Let's see how much of the last week I can reconstruct:

Aug 20 - Chili and tortilla chips. There may have been a side salad.

Aug 21 - Pretty sure I did potato salad, corn on the cob, and hamburgers. Unless this and yesterday were reversed.

Aug 22 - Divided up a little under 10 lbs of mixed ground beef & pork my brother had bought, into 1 and 1.5 pound amounts in (flattened) freezer bags to freeze. Since there was still leftover tortilla chips, I made a taco salad for supper as a way to also use up the less-than-a-pound of ground meat left.

Aug 23 - Dug out some of the leftover lamb and lamb stock from the freezer and made a barley pottage with it, with carrots and peas mixed in for a veg. Barley and lamb is an awesome combination.

Aug 24 - Pizza for supper.

Aug 25 - Partially cleaned the upstairs bathroom. Did pasta and meat sauce and a Greek style salad for supper.

Aug 25 - Ran and put away three loads of laundry. Baked a loaf of oatmeal bread, except substituting Bob's Red Mill 5-Grain Hot Cereal for the oatmeal; it's also rolled grain, and I wanted to see how it would come out (delicious - had some a bit ago with my evening pills).

Supper was beef curry, barberry rice, and some mixed veggies sauteed in toasted sesame and olive oils.

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Oh, and some time during the week I hit the 1/3 point with the green acrylic scarf, took a look at how much yarn remained in the ball, and decided it was unlikely to result in a long enough scarf for its excessive width. Frogged it and started over, doing the same pattern but based on sets of three stitches instead of four. It's working out as a much more scarf-suitable width now.

[lemon-leviathan]

Post Ritual Depression Is Setting In I Think. Still Feels Like A Dream, Like It Didn’t Actually Happen. Or Like I Was Only There For A Moment And Then Back In My Truck Heading Home…Kinda Like Zoning Out While Driving And Knowing That You Drove X Amount Of Time, But Not Actually Remembering Doing So. Not Sure If Reading Stories On Tumblr Is Helping Or Making It Worse…Feels Like It’s Doing Both. I Feel Like A Hug From Papa Would Make Everything Better, But I Know That’s Something I Can’t Have. A Person Can Dream Though Right?

[sliceocheese]

aug 25th updates

1:02 am reading fanfics I need to be up at 6am 💀

[garudabluffs]

EXPOSED: Trump's NEW plan to steal the election

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[mistfunk]

Mistigram: you can have your parfaits, Knickerbocker glories, or Tin Roof sundaes, but in my mind for a #sundae treat you can't beat a #BananaSplit -- celebrated today in #ANSIart by AdeptApril.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

just a little something for the darling @yournowheregirl to wake up to! it sounds kinda dumb and insignificant, but i always appreciate your tags in the fun tag games that come across your dash and for always being one of the first that ask something from those ‘ask me’ posts i reblog! it makes me feel appreciated and i am super grateful every time 🥰🫶🥹

There was meant to be two beds.

Steve specifically got a double king room for the goblins, and another room with two queens for him and Eddie.

So of course as soon as they got into Milwaukee the night before the D&D themed nerd fest, the (actually very nice) woman at the front desk says: “We had to swap around the rooms, but the two will still sleep all you boys, don’t worry!”

Whatever. That’s fine, right? They’ll all have a spot to sleep the next two nights they’re here for the kids’ (and Eddie’s) dragon game convention.

He gets back to their rented minivan and passes the key cards to Eddie in the passenger seat.

The van was just the first point of contention between him and the kids’ beloved Dragon Meister, followed closely by…everything else.

The first thing Eddie said when Steve showed up in the rented van was “King Steve is coming along on our journey?”, to which Steve could only respond with “This ‘super cool’ guy you assholes have been going on about this whole time is Eddie “The Freak” Munson? Really?”

Following closely behind are: the tapes and tapes of loud garbled ‘music’ Eddie insists on playing, his absolutely tragic way of unwrapping Steve’s burgers for him when they stop for lunch, the wariness Steve has in the first place about this being the guy Dustin wouldn’t stop talking so highly about…this nerdy, obnoxious, third-time senior…great.

“204 is the Hellions’ room, 207 is us.”

Eddie bends an arm backwards into the feral beast enclosure the second two rows have become over the last six hours and Steve’s surprised he still has his hand when it returns to the front.

Steve gets the van parked in the hotel’s garage, and they head up to their rooms.

“Alright, assholes,” he says to the somehow still rambunctious masses, “This is you guys, Make sure you’re up by eight so we—“

“Yeah Steve, we got it,” Dustin scoffs, “As if we’d risk being late to this.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a “Fine, goodnight.” and shuffles the few steps across the hall to his and Eddie’s door, leaving the troops to file into theirs.

The only thought in his head is of laying down and getting the fuck to sleep. It wasn’t even that late but—

“Oh you’ve got to be shitting me.”

So that’s what brings them here. To their one barely queen sized bed.

“I guess I’m on the floor then, huh?”

“I’m not about to let you sleep on the floor.”

“Oh, the King has chivalry does he?” Eddie rolls his eyes and throws his duffle onto the armchair in the corner.

“As much as you, asshole; I just want you to have the energy to corral the gremlins tomorrow.” Steve scrubs a hand down his face. “Look, we’ll just deal with it tonight and I’ll get another room tomorrow.” he lies. As if he’s got the cash for that.

Eddie looks him over, and seems to come to whatever conclusion he needs to because he says “Fine, but you better not be a blanket hog.”

Eddie’s the worst blanket hog Steve’s ever had the displeasure of knowing.

He thought Robin was bad, but this is something else.

Eddie’s fully a burrito within an hour of laying down. After a hearty, but silent, game of tug of war over the worn duvet.

Steve falls asleep angry and cold, and wakes up on a cloud.

He’s so warm and so entangled in the comforter, he can’t help but snuggle deeper into the pillow he’s clutched onto.

The pillow hums back at him and scoots itself under his chin with a sigh.

Steve squeezes tighter onto the pillow momentarily, but his curiosity of why his pillow’s making noise gets the better of him.

He cracks his eyes open, looking down at the thing in his arms.

It shifts as well, and Eddie Munson blinks up at him with those (holy shit…beautiful, deep, dark) doe eyes of his.

“Hi.” Steve breathes.

Eddie’s eyes flutter shut, and shuffles himself back into Steve’s neck.

Steve chooses to blame the still sleepy bit of him for curving himself back around Eddie.

“How’d you sleep?” Steve whispers into the now-bared hairline under the other man’s bangs.

“Fucking amazing…” Eddie mumbles, snaking an arm over Steve’s waist and settling a hand in the middle of his back. “How ‘bout you, Stevie?”

“Stevie, huh?” Steve chuckles.

It’s only then that Eddie seems to come to his senses, his head shooting up before he scrambles away, falling straight onto his back between the opposite side of the bed and the wall with an “Oof!” and a “Fuck!”

“Oh shit!” Steve shuffles off the bed and helps Eddie back up, ”You alright, Eds?”

“Yeah..yeah, I’m fine..” Steve gets Eddie back on his own two feet and (reluctantly) lets him go once he’s stable.

‘Reluctantly? Why reluctantly? What the hell??’

“Sorry I was all over you, not the greatest thing to wake up to, huh?” Eddie says, huffing a sardonic laugh under his breath.

Steve hums nonchalantly, “It wasn’t all bad, I slept pretty fucking amazing too.”

Eddie hums an acknowledgment, then: “I wouldn’t—“ Eddie starts at the same time Steve says “I should—“

“You go ahead,”

Eddie’s hands come up between them, spinning the rings on his fingers nervously. “I was going to say that…I.. Iwouldn’tmindifyoustayedtonight..too.”

Steve blinks. “Good thing I was going to say that I really should save my money.”

Eddie’s smile is slightly nervous, but there’s a hopeful tinge to it that Steve can only assume means what he thinks it does (hopes it does).

“Leaves me with more to spend on the Gremlins, right?” he shrugs.

Eddie beams. “Glad to know we’re on the same page, Harrington.”

also, if you haven’t heard it recently: Alice, YOU’RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤩

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Rob Zombie - Living Dead Girl

[cinematicnomad]

i think???? i've finally finished giffing the terror.

[askarsjustsoswedish]

Flashing Gifs // Happy 48th Birthday / Grattis på födelsedagen Alexander Johan Hjalmar Skarsgård! (25 Aug ‘76)

These darker, more twisted characters give me an opportunity to howl that primal scream and let it out, which I rarely do in everyday life. (x)

[msbarrows]

GDI, once again I thought I was just a day or two behind and yeah, NO. Try almost a week. I blame BG3, CP77 and NMS for bludgeoning my brain and dragging it off into a locked room full of shiny content.

Reconstructing what I can remember since the last post on the 21st, didn't do much apart from cooking meals:

Aug 22 - Made fettuccine noodles from scratch (go me!) and froze half for a future meal. Served it for supper topped with a ground pork based meat sauce and chopped green onions.

Aug 23 - Baked a big pan of zucchini bread. Made a salad, oven fries, and fish burgers for supper.

Aug 24 - Cooked a couple of hot Italian sausages and served them with buttered boiled potatoes, yellow beans, and fried zucchini slices.

Aug 25 - Cooked a couple of hamburger patties and had them with french fries and corn on the cob.

Aug 26 - Went for a walk. Ran a load of laundry. Grabbed the last of the premade pizzas out of the freezer for supper.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

It helps to have your own cheering section. The six children of Con Edison worker Michael O'Sullivan, who was fired after he protested a wage cut, create their own picket line in front of the company's offices in Brooklyn, August 25, 1935. From back to front, the children are: Nora, Michael Jr., Mary, Robert, Thomas, and Timothy. O'Sullivan Sr. brings up the rear.

Photo: Associated Press

[ectonurites]

anyways. happy 10th anniversary to the night we called the cops on my dad and got him arrested, he got a friend of his to bail him out, and the immediate first action he took was walking from jail back to our house where we promptly called the cops and got him arrested a second time

[wrathbit]

It’s my 9 year peter anniversary … .. across several blogs, i’ve been stuck with this depressed sack of a man-spider