#Maple Syrup Redemption

[wickedzeevyln]

Ennui

This is where dreams come to die. My personal Chernobyl. No one told me. So, I asked. Past an age of no return where even open mics are shutdown. Worries pile up like Lego bricks and the loose ones are hard on the foot—barefoot literally, and as I pepper the air with expletives gurgling out of my throat, my life flashes before my eyes. Ouch! Tranquility and I are not in speaking terms and my…

[thebiballerina]

She might have been even younger, probably around 14 years old. Hardison may have skipped high school prom for crime, but Breanna went ahead and did it in middle school, like some kind of overachiever. Which is… absolutely little sibling behavior, LOL.

(I don't think they are using Aleyse's real age because it doesn't match the rough timeline given by statements in Leverage: Redemption, particularly that Parker taught her to tail people when she was 11. As far as I can tell, Breanna was born sometime from 1997 to 2001, and I would personally argue for 1999-2000. I can elaborate if you want; I have done way too much math on this because it was a perfect set-up for the angst I wanted.)

watching leverage redemption and at the end of 1x07 The Double-Edged Sword Job, Breanna says that she was responsible for stealing three thousand tons of maple syrup. this was a real heist in Quebec between 2011 and 2012 and that would have (assuming they’re using Aleyse’s real age as Breanna’s) made her 15/16 when she pulled it off!

really following in Hardison’s “I hacked the bank of iceland to pay nana’s medical bills instead of going to prom” footsteps 😍😍

biiiiiiig sibling energy

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT • MINORS DNI

Joel Miller x Reader • oral (f receiving) • p in v sex

Thanks to everyone who voted! ♥️

The kitchen in the cabin you shared with Joel smelled of pancakes and maple syrup. He’d just finished preparing breakfast for two, as he did every Sunday morning. The remaining oil in the skillet sizzled as Joel switched off the stove. His hands were dirty with batter; he reached for a clean towel on the counter and wiped them, before turning the corner to the hallway.

Joel lingered in the bedroom doorway a moment, watching you sleep. It was mostly quiet, with only the distant sound of birds chirping outside. A few strands of amber sunshine peeked through the beige curtains on the window, touching the thick quilt that covered you. Joel’s lips pulled into a grin as he observed you in silence. He wondered for a moment how after all the mistakes he’d made in his life, the universe had somehow allowed him the gift of redemption, in the form of a beautiful young woman like you…

It was a gift Joel didn’t believe he deserved. He was dedicated to making sure he earned your love and trust in him every day he was lucky enough to have with you. Because as Joel had been made painfully aware, the things we cherish most can be taken away in an instant. A moment never passed without Joel being grateful for the gift of you in his life.

He approached the bed quietly, not wanting to wake you just yet. There was something so sweet about the way you were sleeping, one hand cupping your cheek, the other laying against the pillow. Joel knelt down beside the bed, resting his elbow on his knee. He carefully brushed back a few strands of hair from your forehead. You stirred slightly, a soft sigh leaving your parted lips.

Joel stroked your cheek gently with the back of his hand. “Hey honey,” he whispered. “It’s time to get up.”

You groaned slightly, smiling a little at hearing Joel’s voice, even in your sleep. He waited a moment before trying again. “Sweetheart. Breakfast’s ready. Come on, let me see those pretty eyes.”

Your grin deepened as you began to wake, eyes fluttering open. “Five more minutes,” you protested through a voice gravelly with sleep. Joel’s fingers were still on your cheek. He stroked you gently as if guiding you awake. “No no no, sleepyhead,” he patiently insisted. “Syrup’s already on the pancakes. They’re gonna be soggy ‘n cold by the time you eat ‘em if I give you those five extra minutes…”

You pursed your lips and frowned, closing your eyes again in protest. “Well what if I like cold, soggy pancakes?” you teased, snuggling into the pillow. Joel sighed, but there was no frustration in it. He leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your bare shoulder. “I know for a fact,” Joel said. “That you do not like cold, soggy pancakes. I know that because nobody does…”

You scrunched your nose, eyes still shut tight. “When did you get so smart?” you asked, to which Joel shrugged. “Have to be,” he replied. “To keep up with you.” He nuzzled his nose against your shoulder and gave it another kiss. You pointed to your cheek, and Joel obligingly placed a kiss there as well. Your fingertip trailed to your neck; Joel’s mouth followed, each kiss a little slower, deeper. Joel’s cock stiffened against the mattress, his chest hovering over yours as he nestled into your shoulder.

Here, in the soft warmth of the bed, he could smell the scent of your shampoo on the pillow; and as the quilt over your body shifted, the subtle hint of your scent beneath it stirred up to meet Joel’s nostrils. Now his eyes closed as well, Joel’s senses being filled with you: the taste of your skin on his tongue, the scent of your cunt drawn into his lungs. Joel caught himself grinding lightly into the mattress without realizing it.

“Joel,” you whimpered, your eyes still closed. “More…”

He chuckled into your neck, warm breath coasting your skin. His jeans felt like they were getting tighter by the second. “Y’smell so good, darlin,” Joel murmured at your ear. “Makes me hungry for somethin’ else…” You opened your eyes, glancing down at the quilt covering you. Joel followed, his gaze washing over the shape of your breasts rounded under the fabric. He gently cupped your breast through the quilt, his mouth finding yours. Your lips parted, the tip of your tongue licking between Joel’s lips. He exhaled, a low growl pulling up from his chest.

His fingers slid over the edge of the quilt at your neck. As his tongue explored the wet heat of your mouth, Joel pulled the quilt downward. Your body shivered from the sudden cold. “Aww darlin,” Joel cooed. “Are you cold? I can fix that.” He stood beside the bed and tugged his t-shirt off, enjoying the way your eyes raked hungrily over his exposed chest and belly, focusing on the dark trail of hair peppered with gray trailing beneath his jeans. Joel unbuckled his belt and tugged it through the loops, folded it and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. He undid his jeans but didn’t remove them yet. Joel climbed over you on the bed, resting his weight on his elbows as he lowered his chest onto yours.

“Y’just need some body heat, is all,” Joel said, his hands roaming up your sides. He placed soft kisses between your breasts through your nightgown, cupping both mounds in his hands. Joel’s fingers slipped under the neckline of your nightgown, which was softly rising and falling over your breasts as you breathed. He carefully pulled it down, your breasts popping over the fabric, your soft skin meeting the scruff of Joel’s stubble. His tongue swept over your exposed skin, circling your left nipple before his lips latched over it.

You moaned softly as Joel massaged your breast in his mouth. The pad of his tongue rolled over your left nipple, the right twisted gently between Joel’s thumb and forefinger. You keened into Joel’s mouth, your back lifting off the mattress. He stayed at your breasts a moment longer, before shifting down the bed and nestling between your thighs. Joel lifted the edge of your nightgown, letting the fabric settle on your stomach. Your legs were spread already, pussy ripe and wet like a peach, waiting just inches from his lips.

Joel was overwhelmed with the need to devour you as your scent consumed him. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding them like a frame around his face. He closed his eyes and nuzzled against your lips, catching your slick on the end of his nose. Your hips shifted, a silent request for more. Joel could never deny you anything, and certainly not when it meant he got to taste you. His big hands held your thighs apart, dark eyes taking in the bounty before him, like a man preparing to feast.

He flattened his tongue against your cunt, sloppily spreading your lips apart. The warmth of his breath against your clit made you shiver again. He closed his lips over your clit, sucking the tiny bud between them. Your legs jerked, a breathy giggle escaping your lungs. Joel’s grip tightened on your thighs as he looked up at you from between them. “Gotta make sure you stay put, sweetheart,” he said, a dark twinkle in his eyes. “You try buckin’ me off again like that, I’m gonna have to make you mind…”

Joel buried his face against your cunt, making you whimper in relief and need. As many times as you’d felt this before, it always felt like the first time. Joel knew exactly what you wanted, where you needed his mouth to be. The thick pressure of his tongue massaging your clit was so perfect it almost hurt, but you’d never tell him to stop. It felt too good, too intense, like you were either going to come or piss or both. Your body jolted again, which earned you a hard growl from Joel, the vibration from his mouth making your clit throb even harder. He forced your legs wider apart, pinning them to the mattress. You wriggled under his hold, but Joel’s strength far surpassed your own. In less than a minute you were coming, your body writhing under Joel, his shoulders braced as he held you still.

When you finished shaking, Joel relaxed his hold on you, letting you rest. He climbed up between your legs till his face was above yours, a line of slick hanging from his chin. “That’s a good girl,” he said, guiding one of your weak, pliant legs around his waist and holding it there. “You just relax now darlin, ‘n let me do all the work.” Joel reached between your bodies and took hold of his cock, rubbing his tip between your lips, massaging your wet, warm entrance. He grinned when your small hole puckered against him expectantly, eager. Joel lowered his tip just inside you, groaning as your walls spread around him. He bit his lip, forcing himself to go slow, to make this moment last. Five more minutes, you’d said. Those five minutes he’d allowed you had stretched to twenty, but at this point, Joel wanted them to go on forever.

“Joel,” you squeaked, your fingers groping at his back. He knew what you needed, something he was more than willing to give you. Joel sank his hips forward, filling you completely. The breath you’d been holding spilled from your lungs, your head landing back against the pillow. Joel rut into you forcefully, his hips meeting yours in rapid, hard thrusts. He gripped the sides of your pillow in his fists, pulling you closer. Your forehead pressed against Joel’s chest as he took you, pumping his cock inside the tight, slick grip of your body.

His lips parted in a breathy moan, teeth grazing your shoulder as he came. You wrapped your arms around Joel’s back, feeling his muscles shudder and tense. He pulsed inside you, warm semen spilling between your walls and oozing out around Joel’s cock. He stayed inside you, both your breath and his filling the room in ragged, grateful pants. The mattress was soaked beneath your ass, your cum and Joel’s spilling onto the sheets. When your bodies finally separated, it wasn’t for long. Because Joel pulled you into his arms and held you, making sure you stayed warm, just as he always did. And when you’d both recovered, he made fresh pancakes for you, and served them in the same bed he’d had his breakfast in…

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

From debut author Emily Yu-Xuan Qin comes a snarky urban fantasy novel inspired by Chinese and First Nation mythology and bursting with wit, compelling characters, and LGBTQIA+ representation Readers of Seanan McGuire, Ilona Andrews, and Ben Aaronovitch will devour this gory story—and the sweet-as-Canadian-maple-syrup sapphic romance at its monstrous heart

Tam hasn’t eaten anyone in years. 

She is now Mama’s soft-spoken, vegan daughter—everything dangerous about her is cut out.

But when Tam’s estranged Aunt Tigress is found murdered and skinned, Tam inherits an undead fox in a shoebox, and an ensemble of old enemies. 

The demons, the ghosts, the gods running coffee shops by the river? Fine. The tentacled thing stalking Tam across the city? Absolutely not. And when Tam realizes the girl she’s falling in love with might be yet another loose end from her past? That’s just the brassy, beautiful cherry on top.

Because no matter how quietly she lives, Tam can’t hide from her voracious upbringing, nor the suffering she caused. As she navigates romance, redemption, and the end of the world, she can’t help but wonder…

Do monsters even deserve happy endings?

With worldbuilding inspired by Chinese folklore and the Siksiká Nation in Canada, LGBTQIA+ representation, and a sapphic romance, Aunt Tigress is at once familiar and breathtakingly innovative.

Review:

A urban fantasy story that mixes in Chinese and First Nation mythology as well as a sapphic romance! Here's the thing, on paper this should have been a five star from me. I adore urban fantasy stories plus a Chinese mythology setting with demons, ghosts, and monsters AND a sapphic romance?? It sounds perfect! Too bad the execution was the main issue for me. The writing just didn't connect with me whatsoever and the way the story was told just didn't work for me. I was never really pulled in or invested and maybe if this was a TV show I would have a much better time, but this is a book and sadly, it's one that just didn't connect with me. I didn't care for the romance or the characters, and the way the story unfolds just didn't really work for me. The pacing wasn't the best and the writing style is definitely for some people... just not me.

Release Date: March 18, 2025

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and DAW for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

I also made baked apples last weekend! And I even have one left. :)

Ingredients: -8 apples of any kind -Oats -Walnuts -Almonds -Cane sugar -Cinnamon -Ginger -Nutmeg -Honey -Butter -Maple syrup

Directions: -Remove the stems from the apples -Core the apples from the bottom, but not all the way through; make sure all seeds and hard bits of the core are out of the sides; if the knife goes all the way through, it's okay; the filling's not going to come out of one tiny slit -Place apples onto baking tray with a sheet of aluminum foil on it -Crush your nuts if not already crushed; they don't have to be super fine, but small enough to mix with the oats -In a bowl, mix with oats; I can't really tell you how much because I very much winged it, but I'd say the mix was more oat than nut -Add in cane sugar; same as above, I winged it -1 1/2 tsp cinnamon -1 1/2 tsp ginger -1 1/2 tsp nutmeg -Mix in honey until it's sticky and not powdery (amount winged) -Scoop mixture into apples until full -A pat of butter on top of each apple -Add some water to the tray, just enough to cover the bottom -Into the oven uncovered at 177C/350F for 30 minutes -Remove from oven and drizzle maple syrup on top of each apple

Better the next day, cold or reheated!

My finished apples! As always, I like things varied, so the apples I chose were russet (definitely top left), cortland (maybe top right), honeycrisp (definitely second from the top left), wild twist (maybe second from the top right, northern spy (maybe second from the bottom left), mutsu (definitely second from the bottom right), ambrosia (maybe bottom left), and cripps pink (maybe bottom right). If I had my own oven and hours to spare, I would absolutely try this with all apple types available. Yes, even red delicious. Who knows! Could be a redemption arc. Literally all of these were good. Granted I haven't tried the russet yet, but I expect it's fine.

[thereasonsimbroke]

IHOP has partnered with #SEGA to introduce an exceptional #SonicTheHedgehog-themed menu. Until May 5, customers can earn digital rewards by ordering from this exclusive selection.

Loyalty members can accrue PanCoins for redemption in #SonicSuperstars and receive game download codes and other bonuses. Among the enticing offerings are a DLC #AmyRose outfit, Sonic game downloads, and limited-edition Sonic gift cards.

The menu features dishes like Sonic's Blue Blur Special and Knuckles' Chicken Sandwich, promising a culinary adventure alongside digital perks. Additionally, #IHOP is introducing limited-time offerings like the Pepsi Maple Syrup Cola and Cinnamon Apple Pecan Pancakes to sweeten the deal further.

[decadeofjoy-au]

Bonus quotes that make no sense

“Hiya sanddddddd-man. I was definitely saying sandman not that thing you got pissed at me for… definitely HAHAHAHA!(fake laughter) BYE! “ (during the whole “character development but not technically redemption “ week ) (he’s trying really hard not to push boundaries again since huggys been busy (mentioned in the other 2 A.I. & sandman quote asks ) )

“Apparently one of the cooks made some maple syrup & bacon flavored donut thing

they called it “Defeat” of all things

…okay why am I thinking of a pink puffball exploding… “ (definitely not a reference to the main inspiration for A.I.’s voice noooooooo…)

“Ok I gotta ask, how did you even fit through the door to the cell?

they’re all the same size and your twice the big cyan (& yellow & red & orange) emotional wreck’s (a nickname from when he first met doey ) height. I am legitimately curious here… How? “

“Character development…

tv shows make it look so easy, i feel like sh*t right now…

like my life is a lie and everything I’ve ever done was a mistake.”

“Apparently those TVs that got smashed were broken anyway -damn mini critters seriously how did they even get up there…- so … thanks

I think…

I’m new to this whole “not being an asshole” thing …”

and that’s all I have for now

(Yeah it’s a lot…

but it just kinda

happened )

(I’m still gonna write A.I. as a little sh*t though

he’s just slightly more cautious with some of the others (those others being a minority mainly… plus he’s still developing

i still wanna write A.I. how I imagined him (plus it’s just depressing to see the happy go lucky character be so sad… )

this is the best solution. )

🪽ooo, nice! And A.I. is really cool! I like him a lot!

[dollycas]

My Reading Itinerary Monday! – Week #43 – 2024

Welcome to My Reading Itinerary Monday!  Where are your books taking you this week? I will be traveling to Massachusetts, Vermont, and Florida! Here’s what I read and what I have planned for this week. Escapes Completed Fondue or Die: A Cheese Shop Mystery by Korina Moss Release Date - October 22, 2024 Setting - California I will feature this book this week on Cozy Wednesday. Caught on Camera: A Camera Club Mystery by Kara Lacey Release Date - September 24, 2024 Setting - Vermont The Great Escapes Tour stops here this Thursday! The Mysterious Case of the Missing Motive (The Redemption Detective Agency) by Michele PW (Pariza Wacek) Release Date - October 15, 2024 Setting - Wisconsin The Great Escapes Tour stops here this Friday! Scheduled Escapes A New Lease on Death: A Mystery by Olivia Blacke Release Date - October 29, 2024 Setting - Massachusetts For Review In the Blink of a Pie (Maple Syrup Mysteries) by Catherine Bruns Release Date - October 22, 2024 Setting - Vermont I will feature this book on Cozy Wednesday next week! Hunted for the Holidays by Deena Alexander Release Date - October 22, 2024 Setting - Florida The Great Escapes Tour stops here next Thursday! Future Escapes October 20 - 26, 2024 Please Share Your Reading Itinerary in the Comments below! Happy Reading!! Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase using my links, I will receive a small commission from the sale at no cost to you. Thank you for supporting Escape With Dollycas. Read the full article

[ilopisara]

14.01. 21:10 | Ilo Pisara vs Unte Epsanjassa 3 - 0

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round for the tale of Ilo Pisara's latest ice capade! Our boys faced off against Unte Epsanjassa in what can only be described as a game of cat-and-mouse – if the mouse decided to pack its bags and scurry home before the fun even started. Yes, you heard it right; our opponents skated off into the sunset faster than a toupee in a hurricane! Let's talk about Teppo Winnipeg – this man was on fire like a chili cook-off champion with three goals under his belt. If goal-scoring were an art form, he'd be Picasso with a hockey stick! Sami Noddy dished out assists like they were hotcakes at breakfast time – three assists that could've been served with maple syrup for how sweet they were. And let’s not forget Jani Saari who might have missed some passes but still managed two assists while playing defense tighter than my Aunt Mabel’s knitting. Now remember folks, last we met Wesu Esports and got handed our hats with an embarrassing 3-9 loss. But today? Today was redemption wrapped up in victory! We sent Unte Epsanjassa packing so fast; their GPS is still recalculating! So here's to Ilo Pisara: turning opponents into Houdinis since... well, since whenever they muster enough courage to face us again without pulling another disappearing act! Keep your sticks on the ice until next time when hopefully we'll see more action and less vanishing acts!

[gothampubliclibrary]

Chapters: 2/21

Fandom: Red Robin (Comics), Batman (Comics), Robin (Comics), DCU (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake & Original Character

Characters: Tim Drake, Original Characters

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Underage Drinking, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Bar/Pub, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Bartenders, Inspired by The Bartender anime/manga, Slice of Life, Tim Drake Needs a Break, Family Bonding, Not Beta Read, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Kishotenketsu

Summary: Winston’s recipe notes: Over a hundred years ago, this was one of six original signature cocktails served during The Last Drop’s inaugural year of opening. This twist on a traditional hot toddy made with Redemption Whiskey at its base offers a harmonious blend of whiskey's richness, spiced apple cider's warmth, and maple syrup's sweetness. It's the perfect drink to savor on a cold Gotham evening.

[dragon-kazansky]

Undeserving attention | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @daydreamer-in-training

Gender neutral reader

Sometimes in life there comes a moment where you have to make split second decision. It's a decision that comes to you immediately, with instant reaction time.

This was one of those occasions.

Everything had been going as planned up until that point. You had done what you needed to do, focused on the job, did everything as expected. Everything e except keep an eye out for extra threats.

They snuck up on the pair of you.

Helmut saw him in the corner of his eye. You clearly hadn't. It was in that instance when he realised what was happening that he made the decision.

Protect you. He had to protect you. Instinct took over.

A gunshot rang out. Zemo stepped in front of you. He heard your scream when you realised what had happened. The pain was unbearable, but he just gritted his teeth as he went down.

Helmut Zemo had taken a bullet for you.

You instantly forgot about what you were doing and turned your attention to the Baron. Shock and worry had take over. Suddenly the mission wasn't as important.

You knelt down beside him, hands hovering over the wound.

"Zemo!"

He doesn't say anything, just looks at you. The wound hurts horribly, but rather him than you.

He passes out.

Now you panic.

It takes a lot of effort to move him and get him back to the safe-house, but you do it. You do it because you were not going to leave him. You couldn't.

When Helmut wakes, he has no sense of how much time has passed. His body aches and his head feels foggy. As he moves his head, the cloth you had placed on his forehead fell. He blinks a couple of times to try and help him focus.

He's in bed, half naked from the waist up, bandage wrapped securely over his wound. His coat rests over the back of a chair near the bed.

The one thing he noticed the most right now is that he is alone.

Did something happen to you? Did he fail in protecting you?

He sighs, head resting back. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt, or worse, because of him.

The door clicks open and for a moment he panics. He's vulnerable right now.

Then he relaxes.

You're here and you're safe. He succeeded. He took the hit for you and you're OK.

You smile when you see he is awake and rush over to his side. You check him over, your hands being so gentle with him as you fuss over him.

"I'm so glad you're awake. Are you in any pain? Do you need anything? Are you comfortable?"

He almost wants to laugh at how fussy you're being, but instead he just lies there looking at you.

"How long have I been out?"

"Just a day. I was scared."

He subconsciously reaches for your hand and holds it. You don't say anything, just let him do it.

"You saved me?"

"Of course I did."

His eyes flicker over your face. He is trying to read you, but doesn't know what he's looking for.

"You shouldn't have."

You look at him, shocked to hear those words. You hadn't expected him to say such a thing. You were rather hurt to hear them, actually.

"What do you mean?" You ask, voice soft.

Those big brown eyes of his looked so sad.

"You should have left me."

"Why would I do that?"

His hand squeezes yours. There is pain behind those eyes. Something doesn't sit right with you and you can feel your heart cracking away.

"Helmut..."

"I'm not worthy of your care. I don't deserve to be saved. I took that bullet for you. You should have left me there to die."

You shake your head quickly.

"No. Don't say that, please." You try to hold back the tears you could feel threatening to fall.

You place your other hand over his and bring it to your lips. You kiss his knuckles, his palm, his wrist. You kisses his hand all softly, yet urgently.

"Don't ever say that," you scold him.

"Y/N..."

You shake your head quickly. He stops whatever he was about to say and looks at you. He hadn't thought about how you would react to his words, but he wasn't expecting you to be so upset.

He wasn't worthy of your tears.

"You are so worthy, Helmut. You deserve your redemption. There are people who care about you, so don't go saying those things."

He watches you.

"I didn't know you felt that way," he speaks softly.

"Of course I do. It's impossible not to when you're so charming and suave," you chuckle.

He smiles.

That looks so much better on him than those sad eyes he had before. You move one hand to his face, caressing his cheek gently. He leans into your touch and you smile.

"Please don't ever say those things again."

"I'm sorry," he whispers.

You lean in and kiss him. It's so gentle and so soft, he isn't sure he it actually happened, but the smile on your face tells him it did. He smiles back just as softly.

"You need to rest. I need you back in top form before go back to work," you tell him, about to let go.

However, Zemo doesn't want to let go just yet. He pulls you down gently. You find yourself resting over him. His arms snake sound you and hold you to him.

"Don't go."

You sigh and smile softly.

"Alright."

He holds you. There in that moment he promises to shake every bad thought from his mind. How could he ever say those things when he has you right here.

Sure, he still thinks you could do better and that he doesnt deserve your love and attention, but he also doesn't want to lose you.

He smiles to himself. He was a very lucky man, that was for sure.

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[raymondebidochonlifechoices]

To summarise:

- Cheryl, Veronica and Archie’s best life has been during High School: it’s the only explanation for spending so much time with their students. Inappropriate but at least not Grundy-levels of inappropriate. Progress?

- Cheryl must be secretly doing cheerleading routines these past 7 years, because, damn, was she ready to fight that girl!

- Archie recruits RHS’s students for his Fire Department. Don’t worry, they have to be at least 16. Be like Archie. Be responsible.

-The first rule about firefighting is never enter a flaming building alone. Which is why Archie does it and also why it inspires the department’s former chief to come back. Classic.

-Archie is disappointed that his friends, whom he hasn’t seen these past 7 years, don’t want to help him in his new endeavor.

- In between RROTC, the Bulldogs/Vixens, printing fake money and firefighting, no wonder no one comes prepared for Mr Jones’ class. Assuming Mr Jones still teaches said class, because in tonight’s episode Jughead was exclusively in his Pop’s uniform.

- To no one’s surprise, preserving dead bodies runs in the Blossom family. You know what they say: you can catch more Mothmen with maple syrup that you can with vinegar.

- Hiram is wrongfully accused of trying to thwart Veronica’s plan. For shame!

- I am once again asking for Archie to be allowed to fuck his army buddy.

-Hiram, who once had Governor Dooley in his pocket, knows an FBI trainee when he sees one.

- The She-Wolf of Wall Street makes her students print fake money. In her Econ class. Adult stories.

- Dr Curdle Jr is a national treasure. Fight me. I also want his skin care routine.

-Hiram is the owner of Riverdale’s swamps. He is Lord of the Swamp. No? The Mud King? Marsh-mellow Man? A little help here.

-Today’s Special in Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe: Glazed Mothman.

-Himbo of my heart Reggie Mantle has a conscience. Redemption arc activated.

-Also, he still doesn’t know how to get rid of a body, which is simply hilarious.

-The second Jughead puts alcohol in his coffee, the Mothmen intervene. If this isn’t foreshadowing for them being the good guys, I don’t know what is.

- Veronica buys Archie a bright red 50’s firetruck, because it’s the only type of vehicle that Archie’s 16-year-old volunteers can fix, thanks to Betty’s Shop Class!

- 0 doritos eaten. No Toffee. I will not stand for this travesty.

One down. Twelve more opportunities for season 5 to finally begin.

[griseldagimpel]

Super tentative Leverage: Redemption fan fic posting schedule.

9/5: Take Him Out - Drarry fic

9/12: Breanna's Secret - Breanna Casey/Ramona Sanchez ficlet

9/19: Leverage: Gotta Catch 'Em All - PokemonAU

11/7: The Great Canadian Maple Syrup Heist

[jeanboulet]

Leverage: Redemption quotes tag yourself, I’m “‘Three thousand gallons of maple syrup??’ ‘I can explain’”

[kaizoku-musume]

Leverage Redemption: The Double-Edged Sword Job

So Libby’s a former client? That’s interesting, we’ve never had that before. Well, not in this context. Hurley’s situation was a bit different, after all.

Finally, an episode about cops. and not just a few dirty cops that were involved in a con.

There’s something just so funny about Eliot gunning it from the police like he’s actually some petty thief. Also, wow, the Marshall actually managed to cold-clock him.

Okay, I see what everyone was saying, that was a very weird look Eliot gave when the Marshall flirted back.

Oh, wow, the team’s not doing great on this one so far. 

He is acting so weird with her! I get why people are worried about the OT3; it certainly seems like he’s drawn to her.

Sorry guys, Harry’s quip blew all your out the water. “Who’s the cop and who’s the bottom?” Hahahaha!

Eliot immediately recognizing the guy despite saying he might not because it was only two seconds is great.

This mofo has his own JARVIS?

Ooh, what’s Breanna’s dark and/or tragic past.

I’ve always liked when they showed marks that had some sympathetic trait to them, not because I sympathize with them, but because it shows that bad guys aren’t always going to be some unflappable, recognizably evil person. They’re gonna look just like us, and that’s what makes them so frightening.

Harry learning how to choke someone out by watching Eliot is awesome.

“Stall Cheng. Be creative.” “Ohhhhh my god, it’s Joseph Cheng!” Haha, that was hilarious!

Aww, that was sweet, Eliot (and the whole team, really) taking a picture of Breanna and her success.

Harry’s a gamer!

Yes, please explain the maple syrup, I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it.

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How does your muse carry emotion?

ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts

JOY:  easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS: crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate

GUILT: avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR/ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn

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