#decadence! delights! enjoyment of small things!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i've decided that the best way to Assemble my hot cocoa is: half milk / half water, dash of hazelnut flavoring, tall swirl of whipped cream, and rainbow sprinkles - all in a mermaid mug. chefs kiss

[littlejuicebox]

Heya!

I’ve been lurking for a while and had this idea rattling around in my brain - how do you think Astarion would be around a sweet & unassuming Tav but he can tell they’re FILTHY in bed, maybe flirting via tadpole?

Love your writing, hope you’re doing well

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Tattoo

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite a while, unsure if anon will still see it! This mostly answers the prompt, I think. Perhaps a small detour lol.

Summary: Astarion thought you were an innocent, blushing virgin that night in the clearing. He misjudged you. And now you’re all he can think about.

Tags: smut, 18+, masturbation, tadpole fliritng, mentions of oral

Word Count: 1K

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It wasn’t until that night in the moonlit clearing when Astarion realized you had a tattoo. But of course, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see your enticing bit of body art any other way.

His original intent had been to use his skills that evening in an effort to repay you for the regular feedings. His unique way of rebalancing the scales, as it were. But now that little tattoo, just below the curve of your hip, in the dip where your thigh meets your — surprisingly delicious — mound is all he can think about.

Astarion’s delved his hand in his pants more than once this week thinking about that vision alone. He hasn’t felt the urge to touch himself in decades, but the memory of that dainty bit of ink constantly taunts him throughout the day, stirring a desire he hadn’t known in ages.

He knows it’s ridiculous – it’s just a bit of ink, for god's sake – and yet, tonight he felt compelled to seek relief by wrapping his own pale hand around his cock and rubbing himself ragged once again. And now he’s sprawled in his tent, the remains of his spend still splattered over his abdomen, and his mind is starting to wander back to that night.

He’d seen tattoos on others, of course. In almost any place imaginable. Most of them were horribly done.

But you? Well, you’d certainly caught him by surprise.

You’d seemed the picture of innocence, made up almost entirely of wide, doe eyes and gullibility. Before his proposition, he’d been almost positive you were a blushing virgin. An easy target.

But to have a tattoo in such a salacious location? And then to have your hot, sinful mouth wrapped around his cock, worshiping it with your tongue, as if you’d never tasted anything better? All with those big doe eyes watching his every move and clearly delighted by his own pleasure?

He hasn’t had an experience quite like that for as long as he can remember.

And, well, looks could certainly be deceiving, couldn’t they?

The taste of your blood as he sunk his sharp fangs into your soft flesh while you’d found release had been intoxicating. Part of him wants to experience it again; the other part knows – and desires to avoid – what he will have to do to achieve that particular flavor.

At this point, Astarion isn’t quite sure if he wants to proposition you again or not. Sure, the first time was satisfactory. Perhaps even a bit enjoyable. But still—

Suddenly, the rogue feels a tugging on the edge of his mind, ripping him from his musings. He recognizes this sensation, it’s a tadpole mind link. But something about this is… different. It isn’t accidental, it’s intentional. Someone in camp is reaching out to him.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Good thing he’s immortal.

Against his better judgment, Astarion opens his mind to the call. And there you are, waiting for him.

"I'm surprised you’re still awake,’ You say, and the silver-haired elf is shocked to hear your voice as if you’re right next to him. Interesting.

‘How did you realize we could do this?’ Astarion asks, and he hears your entertained laughter tinkle in the background of his psyche in response.

‘Shadowheart and I figured it out sometime last week. We’ve only used it to talk shit about everyone thus far.’ You reply, clearly proud of your discovery and thrilled by your own behavior.

‘Everyone?’ The rogue asks, not pleased about being the topic of you and your apparent best friend’s judgment.

‘Almost everyone,’ You amend, and there’s a brief flicker of affection in your psyche towards Astarion that you’re certain he notices before you quickly stomp it down.

You feel a ripple of Astarion’s own satisfaction at your amendment. He’s glad to not be the topic of your more unkind thoughts.

‘What are you still doing awake, darling?’ The vampire questions, ‘You are normally the first one snoring.’

There is the smallest wave of offense, and then a resigned acknowledgement at the truth in his statement. A pause of the mental conversation ensues as you seem to carefully weigh your next thoughts and move around in your tent.

‘I can’t sleep. Too much excitement today, I think. Too much pent up energy,’ You start, and then flash a vision through your own eyes, showing Astarion as you look down at your own barren mound, ‘Care to come and help me… release some of the tension?’

Astarion can see the tattoo through your eyes, greeting him in a sensual hello as you drag your fingers down it, on the way to touch yourself. Gods damn it.

He wants to take you up on your offer, but then he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know what he wants. So instead he dances around the topic, avoiding an answer, with a flirtatious admission of his own.

‘I’m afraid I have taken care of my own needs for the night,’ He replies, flashing you the quickest view of milky white liquid now beginning to dry upon his stomach.

A ripple of disappointment on your end. And then another pause.

‘Well… even though I wasn’t extended the same kind offer, you’re welcome to watch me as I take care of my own needs for the night.’ You offer, now teasing between your folds more insistently. You send the rogue another vision of your needy sex and two fingers now shining with arousal, ‘Via tadpole… or in person.’

Astarion has never thrown his shirt on and walked across the camp faster. In his haste, he broke the tadpole connection. But you hear him coming and barely peel back the flap of your tent, displaying the briefest sliver of your naked form.

The vampire pauses for a moment on the outside of your tent, debating if this is the right move. You’re still touching yourself, he can hear the slickness of your sex from here.

“Hurry up, Astarion,” You whisper, somewhat impatiently, as the urge to find release builds within you.

Fuck it, he thinks. He wants to run his tongue along that tattoo again, even if that’s all he does.

He quickly delves into the tent and ties it closed behind him without another thought.

Eventually, he does drag his masterful tongue along that tattoo, and around many other parts of your tempting body, after he decides to help you find a second release.

Simply watching the first one had been enough to make you almost irresistible. He wanted to sink his fangs into you again. Perhaps in your thigh this time, if you’d allow it.

Like a tattoo, his nights tasting you left him permanently altered.

[shuttershocky]

Do you have a dislike for media universes that "rewards" people for watching/reading all of it in general?

Or do you think there is one that executes that idea well?

I'm answering this 5 months late, but I'm pretty sure I still remember this ask being prompted by a post making fun of the MCU.

Do I dislike story universes that reward people for reading all of it? Not at all. I mean, I'm a fan of both Middle Earth and Star Wars, I fucking love big, big universes with plenty of stories in them. When they intersect in some small way it's a delight to me, I love those little personal winks from the author for having read their other works or recognizing the most obscure names only a nerd would know.

However, there's a difference between a little reference in a story meant for people who can connect the dots, and making something almost required reading for your enjoyment. It's the difference between an acknowledgement from the creators that you liked the setting enough to come back for a new yet familiar ride, and a company realizing they've found their cash cow and can't wait to milk it for all its got until it's dead.

And dead the cash cow will be, eventually. It's been said before that the reason why the Big Two of western comics have ceded more and more ground to manga over the years is that Spider-Man has 10 different starting points while Naruto starts with Volume#1. That's not just a funny joke. Onboarding new readers has genuinely been Marvel and DC's problem for decades, which is why it was both incredibly predictable yet shocking all the same that this is what the MCU turned itself into.

Sure, early on you could ask the audience to watch a couple movies before the big Avengers crossover, but now they've got all these TV shows on top of the movies that you have to watch in order to "catch up", and it's not even about the cool characters anymore. More and more of their fanbase is going to stop caring once the barrier of entry gets too high, and it's ridiculous to me that Marvel went this road with their movies when they know this is what happened to their comics first.

I mean, are you serious, their next big bad is Kang? I am not watching several TV shows and an Ant-Man movie that's somehow worse than the second one all to see how the currently left Avengers meet goddamn Kang the Conqueror. He's in both the TV shows and the movies, which means they're somehow giving Kang more buildup screentime than Thanos. Why? Either I've been extremely out of touch with Marvel comics or the MCU picked a wild choice to headline their next billion dollar franchise when Doctor Doom is actually available to them now and barely needs an introduction.

Sorry, got lost for a bit. Back on topic, yeah I know I know, all art right now exists under capitalism which means every setting that becomes a wider story universe is an author trying to milk their existing fanbase. Whenever a creator makes a thing that I like, and then announces they have a new thing set in the same setting as their first thing but isn't a direct sequel so they can keep gaining a new audience while keeping their existing one, I know I'm being suckered in.

Just, don't make it so blatant. And don't make it so hard. I am the exact target audience for these shenanigans and even I'm starting to feel like it's homework because it's all fucking required now.

If I, a lifelong Star Wars fan, want to watch the newest Star Wars thing, I have to see a hundred hours of other Star Wars media first. If I want to watch The Mandalorian Season 3, I can't just have seen Season 1 and 2, oh no, I have to also see The Book of Boba Fett too, because halfway through that show became The Mandalorian Season 2.5. Well I did see Boba Fett, and the combination of my dislike for turning it into required homework AND the show itself just being kinda dogshit meant I never touched season 3 of the Mandalorian. That show used to be so great because it wasn't tied down to any existing story arcs or characters, so it stood on its own and made for an amazing watch no matter how much Star Wars you've actually seen. And then it succeeded and so had to become the new spine for the entirety of Disney Star Wars afterward. Fuck. Now if I want to watch their latest show Ahsoka, I have to have seen the Clone Wars animated series AND Rebels, because the Rebels cast are in it too! I mean I did see Clone Wars and Rebels, but that still sucks!

That makes me worried now! Andor was also really fucking good and it stood on its own so hard you didn't even need to see Rogue One, the movie that introduced Cassian Andor in the first place. But now that season 1 was a success and everyone sang its praises, it certainly means season 2 is suddenly going to get real cramped with Ahsoka and Luke Skywalker and whatever guys are currently alive in its timeframe. Shit, they're probably gonna add Cal Kestis in season 2 of Andor. The Respawn Star Wars games are still doing their own thing which means it's time to connect to something else.

I hate what all this has become. It was fun to read the Silmarillion and see what kind of fuckery one family of elves got up to that eventually turned Sauron from minion to big evil eye parked next to evil mountain, but you didn't need to read all that before The Lord of the Rings. LOTR didn't assume you knew anything at all (and oh boy did Tolkien never miss an opportunity to explain shit).

Let me repeat. I am the target audience. I live for the ridiculously nerdy habit of reading things set in the same universe as other things and connecting all the dots. If /I/ feel like it's become homework, I can't imagine what the average person thinks of all this. Make it stop. Stop running everything I once loved into the ground in the name of endless profit. Star Wars was already doing this to itself before the Disney acquisition and yet it didn't feel this bad.

[agerefandom]

A Good Omens S2 Review

Hello everyone! I lied and watched the new season of Good Omens and because I have thoughts on it, I thought I'd write a little review. This is from the perspective of someone who was a book fan for over a decade before the show came out, so it is quite critical of the show, so please keep that in mind! I expect that it's much more enjoyable for folks who didn't spend so long invested in a different version of the characters.

Short/Spoiler-Free: Season two was a fun time with excellent new characters, but the finale sets them up for a disastrous third season, and making Crowley and Aziraphale the main characters really does dilute the original message of the novel.

The rest of the review contains spoilers and is over 1,300 words because I was an English major in Uni. Carry on for those curious!

Let’s start off with the things that I liked about the show!

1.The actors for Crowley and Aziraphale are continuing to kill it with their performances: the physicality they bring to their characters is a delight, their timing in the comedy sections is impeccable, and I enjoy watching them do their thing.

2. Gabriel as a comedy relief character was amazing for me. I usually don’t enjoy comedy (and didn’t enjoy a single joke in the flashback scenes, but that’s entirely my fault probably for not liking humorous TV) but Gabriel really did tickle me.

3. Loved the terrifying Jane Austen ball where Aziraphale just messed around with everyone’s brains! Very chilling show of angelic power, potentially wasn’t played as horrific as it could have been, but still very nice! I like when Aziraphale is scary.

4. Muriel is my child and I love them with my entire heart. They were a delight of a character. Really brought new life to the show, and a new person to learn the message of the book (humanity as divinity). (Although the second season didn't really... carry that lesson for Muriel or for anyone else, so never mind that.)

5. The new human characters were also enjoyable and very sweet. Their dynamic was believable and real and that was good to see.

6. The writers really did just decide to make every side character gay and half of them use they/them pronouns. I have mixed opinions on it, but ultimately I did think it was a lovely little detail, especially with the angels/demons who are more separate from human genders.

Okay, now let’s get into the rest of things.

I think my overall conclusion from this season is that Crowley and Aziraphale were not, at all, made to be main characters. Even in the first season, I felt that they overemphasized them. In the book, the focus is split between them and the larger plot, with lots of little side vignettes to make sure the reader is kept grounded on Earth, with the humans, who are the emotional centre of the book. Aziraphale and Crowley play as foils to human nature in Adam and they are not the main characters, though they are, of course, the main marketing force.

Making them the main characters, especially in Season Two, meant dropping a lot of their character progress and giving them a lot more angst than they had in the novel. Both of them feel very young, where in the book they definitely seem more like they’ve been around for several millennia. I also feel that they aren’t totally allowed to be as fucked up as they were in the book? (Maybe that’s just a personal vendetta: I am furious that Season One took out the scene where Aziraphale kills his magician’s dove out of carelessness.)

Okay, two small things and then I’ll get to the finale.

First of all, interesting to get confirmation that Crowley was in the war on Heaven and actually took up arms? Feels contradictory to his ‘demon who sauntered vaguely downward’ description and also odd to his character that he would have fought directly against Heaven but I imagine that’s building to some other twist involving Crowley’s Fall in Season Three, so I’ll let it go for now. (I still think it makes show!Crowley very different from book!Crowley though)

Gabriel and Beelzebub were a very nice thing, although underdeveloped. It made me sad to see that they, as newly appointed side characters, can have a simple relationship, while Aziraphale and Crowley are now main characters and therefore need a more tumultuous and dynamic relationship that they didn’t have in the book, where they were actually relatively solid.

Now let’s go for finale time.

Ultimately, I absolutely hated two key things about the finale.

First of all, the kiss. I’m not sure if it was a direct response to the harassment about S1 being queerbaiting or if it was always the plan to have an explicitly physical relationship between the two, but I’m so mad about it either way. It just accepts the narrative that a physical relationship is the only stable one (ie. if Aziraphale had kissed Crowley back, it would have fixed everything and they could have been together). I also don’t really want my Good Omens show to be a religiously charged commentary on queer love, which it immediately became, especially with Aziraphale’s immediate response being “I forgive you,” which highlighted everything I didn’t want Good Omens to become.

Framing the kiss immediately as a sin is such a bad move, I don’t know what the writers were thinking??? Emphasizing that Aziraphale is an angel and however much he can want Crowley by his side, he can’t kiss him because he’s an angel and kissing is… something that needs to be forgiven?

However the line was supposed to be read, it really seemed like a religious condemnation and it hurt more than I care to admit. Aziraphale in the books is so comfortable with his perceived queerness, and his recoiling from it here with Crowley at the point where it becomes explicit… I didn’t care for it.

And secondly, the promotion.

That was so stupid on so many levels. My partner said that it wasn’t in character, since Aziraphale is not an ambitious angel and seems like someone who would turn tail and run from a promotion. I can’t say I remember his relationship with ambition in the books, but I respect and trust my partner’s opinion on that.

More importantly to me, it entirely muddies the message of the story and it reflects very darkly on what season three will involve.

Good Omens was never about ‘fixing’ Heaven or Hell. It was about honouring humanity as the truly divine mix of both, about not allowing them to end the Earth, and about finding a small place for yourself to live: a bookshop, a garden, a cottage, a town.

Aziraphale choosing to go and reform Heaven totally turns that on its head: now there is no ending for the show without either abandoning or fixing Heaven, and how is that going to work?? You can’t turn angels into an anarchy because it’s very clear they have no real natural inclination to ‘goodness’ but neither can you truly save Heaven, because what are you going to do? Declare that there’s no more cancer for young children? No more evil in the world? God has designed the world with evil in it, and there’s no rewriting that. Suddenly Good Omens has to grapple with what was once ineffable and almost unimportant to the lives of the characters: the true purpose of Heaven and Hell.

I have absolutely no faith in almost any TV show to tackle that question (The Good Place gets a minor pass), and no interest in watching the story be told through Aziraphale and Crowley, who have always been more grounded characters in a world of too much divine bureaucracy.

On the note of divine bureaucracy, I felt like it was lacking from the flashback scenes. While I enjoyed them overall and really appreciated some of my favourite book moments finally being adapted on-screen, they didn’t really address the paperwork they were covering for each other: seemed more like the two of them running around having almost random adventures, whereas in the novel they were often doing each other’s temptations and salvations in a much more ‘oh, check that off the list and write a progress report to the supervisor’ kind of way.

Again, this is because Aziraphale and Crowley have been made into Main Characters and their place as subordinates is now unimportant. They are making Big Decisions and causing changes in the world, and I truly don’t believe that’s what Aziraphale and Crowley were made to be. They were just an angel and a demon who tried to solve the apocalypse and didn’t end up doing anything because the anti-christ was a little too human for the whole plan to work in the first place.

And I miss them.

[tastesoftamriel]

As someone who loves sweets, what fine desserts exist across Tamriel? I’ll bet the bosmer get super creative! And the Khajiit are sure winners.

Aside from candies and sweets, desserts across Tamriel reflect local tastes and vary in complexity, flavour, and texture.

Altmer

Dessert in Summerset is always served cool or chilled, and is bound to be just the right amount of flavourful and refreshing. Take, for example, the famous sorbet cups served everywhere from street corners in Alinor to posh dining tables. Some of my favourite flavours are candied cherry blossom, jasmine with dark chocolate chips, and mint with lime zest.

Argonians

Nothing beats the popping "onde-onde" balls beloved by Black Marsh residents. These sticky "cakes" are made of glutinous rice, and have a liquid coconut or palm sugar centre, and are liberally coated in shredded coconut. While small and easy to eat in a bite, the glutinous rice does get quite filling, so four is usually enough for dessert!

Bosmer

Custard, in its most perfect, creamy, glorious, silky form, is one of the staples of Valenwood desserts. Made with sugar mammoth cream and eggs, these lightly sweet custards are served as is, chilled, or topped with bacon bits for some crunch. My personal favourite is the non-Green Pact version of a creme brulee, where custard is drizzled with moon sugar and blasted with a flame spell until caramelised and crisp on top.

Bretons

The humble chocolate pastry is probably every Breton's favourite everyday treat, and for good reason. Sweet dark chocolate enveloped by buttery puff pastry is oh so simple yet oh so decadent. Best served with a cup of tea or coffee.

Dunmer

A traditional Dark Elf dessert loved by all from Mournhold to Windhelm is a deliciously weird "cake" made from a layer of sweetened glutinous saltrice, and topped with an equally-sized firm layer of marshmerrow custard. Served chilled, these "kueh salat" are enormously addictive and satisfying. One of my favourite desserts.

Imperials

Every Imperial dessert is enjoyable in my book, especially those containing a drop or two of something boozy. Take, for example, the humble tiramisu of Bruma. Almond and coffee and all things flavourful make up this rich, mascarpone-based cake, made traditionally with almond biscuits soaked in amaretto as a base. Topped with a mound of glorious cocoa powder, it's a sumptuous delight of a dessert.

Khajiit

Miso...caramel? Umami fermented soy bean paste meets rich moon sugar caramel for the ultimate flavour fusion that I certainly wasn't prepared for! Big batches of Miso caramel are always on hand in any confectioner's kitchen. It goes in everything from ice cream and cheesecake to being mixed with dulce de leche for an outrageously decadent pudding. On that note, I'll have one miso caramel pudding with a miso caramel cream coffee, thanks.

Nords

Steamed treacle pudding gets my vote as one of Skyrim's best desserts. Dense and gooey, and sometimes even drenched in mead, these puddings are served hot at every tavern (rivalling Breton sticky toffee pudding). Topped with whipped cream, the rich treacle is a real treat when poured over and infused into the rich butter pudding!

Orcs

Sweet potato pudding is a set custard infused with lots and lots of roasted sweet potatoes! Mashed and mixed into a plain creme patissiere, then swirled through with a spiced caramel swirl, these ganache-like treats are simply to die for (and you just might, if you try nick this off an Orc).

Redguards

Cardamom and saffron are ubiquitous in Redguard cooking, and this includes desserts. "Rasmalai", a dish made from fried, spongy patties of cottage cheese soaked in cardamon syrup, floating in a thick and sweet saffron and cardamom milk sauce. While it sounds a bit odd, rasmalai is a true treat for the senses, and is a rich and flavourful end to any meal.

[habitat-enrichment]

Wayward Children series by Seanan McGuire

Do you ever read a book and feel a deep, aching pain because it makes you feel so seen? Almost every book in this series gives me those feels. I am close to tears as I type this, so impactful are the Doors and the people they steal. Other than Tamora Pierce, these are the books I recommend the most often. I've never had anyone come back with anything less than a positive reaction. Somewhere in them, there's something for everyone.

(Books with a * by the title can be read as a stand alone, possibly improved by but not requiring the contents of the other books.)

Currently in my life, I'm finding it difficult to focus. As I settle into Comfort Reads mode, I thought I would do a complete re-read of the Wayward Children series - something I haven't done since book 7 came out.

So, here we go..

Every Heart a Doorway *

Nancy's Door is one that I can see myself going through, which is an excellent lure for a first book in a series. Confection and its stories dont pull at me in the same way as The Halls of the Dead do. Lots of LGBT+ representation immediately, love to see it.

There's a lot of murder in this first book Actually... There's a lot of murder in all of the books featuring Jack and Jill. I blame Jill. You will too, if you decide to read these books.

Down Among the Sticks and Bones *

Did you wanna know how Jill ended up a pastel murder machine? Well, now you do. The Moors make everyone into a monster eventually.

Beneath the Sugar Sky

I think my lack of enjoyment in this book stems in no small part from the fact that I would not survive a nonsense world, so much that I try to eradicate the nonsense in my real life. It is in this book, however, that we meet the character I identify most with. Cora isnt my favorite character, but as someone who has spent a decade trying to maintain blue hair because it's the only thing that feels comfortable, this mermaid ripped from the Trenches and left with ocean hair knows me. And Christopher. Sweet, creepy Christopher. No one else has ever described flesh and bones in such a relatable way, expressed the need to step free of the meat suit so perfectly. "Im still a mermaid, my scales are just on the inside now," says Cora. "Funny, that's where my bones are," says Christopher. My heart aches. That said, there's still too much nonsense for me.

In An Absent Dream *

Who doesn't love a good goblin market? The first time I read this, I didnt love it. I thought we didnt need a prequel for Lundy, she was already dead and gone from our story. Now it's in my top 3 of the series, and I cant finish the last chapter without sobbing. Removing what we know of Lundy's future leaves an exquisite, classic goblin market story of rules and fair value and the temptation of loopholes. It's the same lilting song that has tempted people for years Come buy, come buy

Come Tumbling Down

I love learning more about the worlds behind the Doors. Seeing the Moors in all its bloody glory in a terrifying delight. Can you hear the Drowned Gods calling, too?

Across Green Grass Fields *

As a life long Horse Girl who misses being surrounded by horses, I never stood a chance at this being anything other than my favorite book in the series. Do you dream of unicorns and kelpies? Then you'll want to walk through this Door, and along the way you'll learn there's no right way to be a girl.

Where the Drowned Girls Go

When the title of this book was released, I was so excited. Stories of other Drowned Girls is as close as I can get to sinking to the bottom of my lake to dwell as a monster of the deep. This was... Not it.

Lost in the Moment and Found *

First of all, I live for authors who put trigger warnings. This is the most heartbreaking book in the series, in part because readers can no longer ignore the predatory nature of the Doors. Unfortunately, the adults gaslighting children is super triggering and the first part of this book makes me dissociate like hell, so my opinion is mostly formed on the part of the book after the Door appears.

There's some fun little references to the other books that enrich the reading experience, like Antsy shopping in the Moors.

Mislaid in Parts Half-Known

This book was such a disappointment. There was so much potential and I was so excited about the concept, but it's just... Lacking. Like, it's fine. It's a 3 star book. I loved learning more about the Doors and the Compass, but it was more of the other half of Antsy's story than a separate book.

Further Thoughts

The next book is about Nadya and her Drowned World, which should be great. I think after that, we're obviously being set up to see a Kade/Prism storyline. Not sure how I feel about that.

I think the page limit barrier is going to start making things difficult at this point. If there's going to continue to be these grand adventures with returning characters and an overarching plotline that ties the universe together, as opposed to each book being able to be read as a stand alone, more pages might be required.

Most of these books make me cry, which is the sign of a good book as far as Im concerned. I dont remember most of the books I read, let alone feel so impacted I have actual emotions about the book.

[libraryofjoy]

Books read in September of 2023

Nights of Plague by Orhan Pamuk. Fiction: historical. A fictional island in the Ottoman Empire inhabited by a Muslim and Greek Orthodox population is left to fend for itself after a plague becomes uncontrollable. This book was long and intricate. Despite the historical setting, the dysfunctional government and religious conflict exacerbating the damage of a plague felt a little too close ot home.

The Confessions of St Augustine. Nonfiction: autobiographical, religious. Augustine's life story and theology. A lot more about time than I would've expected. Sometimes I think he's overdramatic or unhelpful, but then sometimes I'm amazed at his devotion and love for God. Augustine is early enough and influential enough that he's probably going to be vaguely relevant to my studies at some point, so it made sense to read the Confessions.

When We Were Sisters by Fatimah Asghar. Fiction: contemporary, maybe a bit of poetry? This book tells the story of three orphaned sisters who have to make a life for themselves, under the neglect and abuse of their guardian uncle, negotiating issues like the immigration status of their family members, gender and sexuality, and living as Muslims when their access to Muslim community is restricted.

The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa. Fiction: speculative, dystopian. On an island where things keep disappearing, people who don't forget the disappearing items face persecution from their government. As life gets bleaker and more mundane, the characters of this book resist in small, subtle bursts of color and joy.

Where Reason Ends by Yiyun Li. Fiction: autobiographical, contemporary. A mother has a conversation with her dead teenage son after he commits suicide.

The Age of Wood by Roland Ennos. Nonfiction: history, nature. This book traces how wood has been used throughout history. This book paired well with Teaching the Trees by Joan Maloof, which I read earlier this year.

The Blue Castle by Lucy Maud Montgomery. Fiction: romance. When a 29-year-old woman is told that she only has a year to live, she decides to defy her relatives' expectations and live on her own terms. I found Valancy so deeply relatable that it was a delight to see her crafting the life she wanted. The plot twists in this book are ah... big and melodramatic. I don't think this is LMM's tightest work from a craft perspective, but it was a really enjoyable book and I'd recommend it to my fellow lonely spinsters (with the caveat that it is a romance :/ )

Kibogo by Scholastique Mukasonga. Fiction: historical, contemporary, postcolonial. This book follows a Rwandan village through several generations of religious developments in response to Christian missionaries. This book is critical of missionary colonization in ways that are similar to Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe or The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I thought the various ways in which characters made sense of Christianity in light of their largely banned yet profoundly present preexisting belief stories was really remarkable.

Oranges by John McPhee. Nonfiction: agriculture, travel. There was a lot of fascinating information about how oranges get to consumers, albeit probably a few decades out of date.

No god but God by Reza Aslan. Nonfiction: history, religion. This book traces the origins and history of Islam. It was published in 2009 and does make some conscious effort to be an apologetic for Islam to a hostile post-911 society. This is one of the books I'm reading to make up for the Islam in America class I had to drop from this semester.

The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri. Fiction: contemporary. When their newborn son's prospective name is lost in the mail, a Desi couple living in New England resort to naming him after Russian author Nikolai Gogol, a decision that shapes the trajectory of their son's life.

When I Was a Child I Read Books by Marilynne Robinson. Nonfiction: religion, sociology, economics. This is a collection of essays. I really appreciate the way Marilynne Robinson writes about the Old Testament/Hebrew Bible. I highly recommend this book for Christians who would like to avoid inadvertent antisemitism.

Bee Season by Myla Goldberg. Fiction: contemporary, speculative? This book follows a loving but dysfunctional family of four, each of whom wrestles with religious identity and purpose. There are spelling bees, kaleidoscopes, Jewish mysticism, and the inescapable strain of parent-child relationships caused by individual exploration of faith.

I'm happy to give content warnings for any of these! I really tried to push myself this month, and I feel like it paid off. I managed to get a few books off the really dusty and abandoned depths of my TBR list.

Fiction: 8

Nonfiction: 5

Total books this month: 13

Total fiction this year: 30

Total nonfiction this year: 36

[theclaravoyant]

historical ineffables + the golden age of piracy *prayer hands* *puppy dog eyes* (i know you're a fellow OFMD enjoyer, so i just had to do it to em!!)

AN ~ YES!!! Happy 3 Weeks to OFMD Day to all!! ft. longhair crowley my beloved

Read on AO3 (~800wd)

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Aziraphale’s coat-tails flapped violently and he once again had to grab his hat to stop it from being whipped into the ocean. That’s one thing the papers and novels had never truly captured: it was blasted windy out here. That, and every single thing everywhere was somehow wet. It was taking a very literal miracle to keep dry the cargo of books he had been tasked with accompanying across the Atlantic - that and a hefty amount of oilskin and dry rice. Fortunately, this crew was one of the best when it came to maintaining fragile and historical artifacts on long journeys. Unfortunately, they were… less adept, shall we say, when it came to defending said artifacts from skullduggery.

Which was how, with little more than a warning shot and a cry to raise the white flag, Aziraphale found himself with a knife between his shoulders, shoved up against the railing whilst all manner of brigands ransacked the Mercy. The Flaming Sword was tucked well away on another plane, he had only a small pen knife and if he was honest he wasn’t all that confident in its use, so he put up the smallest of fights as his assailant patted him down for weapons. He was more put out than anything else - so help the bastards if any of this jostling scored his newest and most favourite pocket watch.

“Unhand me, fiend!” he scolded, daring to put a little elbow into it when said favourite pocket watch’s pocket crushed angrily against the balustrade.

“Oi!” his assailant yelped. His elbow, as it turned out, had nearly struck a very familiar face.

Aziraphale turned to face him, and Crowley groaned:

“Oh, fuck.”

–

It was late and the moonlight was having a very hard time making it below deck by the time Crowley was able to steal away to visit him. His lanky silhouette was a welcome sight, and Aziraphale found himself rising to his feet without even thinking.

“Crowley!” he cried with delight, remembering at the last moment to keep his voice down. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know.” Crowley shrugged. “Business.”

In lieu of details, he passed a piece - more like, a handful - of cake in a serviette through the bars of Aziraphale’s prison cell. The angel’s eyes lit up and he licked his lips as he grabbed it.

“Bless you.”

“Really, don’t. I’m surprised you’ve survived this long on ship biscuits, to be honest.”

“Actually, our chef trained in France, so he makes quite a good go of it. Although I do miss fruit rather terribly.”

Not too terribly, given the chocolate-mustache he was currently sporting. But it was the thought that counted, and Crowley could certainly relate to that. He cast a judgemental eye over the dreary hold.

“I miss being dry and warm. This place makes me long for Judea.”

“Really? I think it rather suits you.” Aziraphale hummed around another mouthful of cake, and looked him up and down to make a point. “Dapper.”

Crowley snorted, but he couldn’t help smiling. Dirty linen and worn leather was hardly dapper, and his hair was longer and wilder than it had been in decades. Now, Aziraphale, standing in his cell with his ‘miraculously’ stainless frock coat and coiffed rolled curls despite the rats and mildew; that was dapper.

“What about you then, angel? What brings you out here - Heaven in need of recruiting some Holy Dolphins?”

“It’s more of a personal mission, actually.” Aziraphale leaned close to the bars, a conspiratorial humour to his voice. “I’ve come across some rather unique editions of some rather unique texts, and I’m to accompany them to their new library in Calcutta.”

Crowley’s expression soured.

“Your lot is not mixed up in that Trading Company business, are you? Spreading to the Good Word to the uncivilised edges of the world and all that?”

His voice was laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm, but Aziraphale baulked. In hindsight he should not have been shocked, but it still appalled him to think that Heaven - that he - that Crowley would think - 

Aziraphale puffed his chest.

“No,” he insisted. “In fact, I was originally booked on an East India ship and you’ll be pleased to know that in about a week’s time they’ll find that all their rope has rotted through at a very inopportune moment.”

“Oh, but Angel, they’ll be too far from shore to do anything about that. They’ll be stranded, completely at the mercy of another ship chancing by them.”

“Out there in all that vast ocean? How devilishly unlucky.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale’s expression was unusually firm. Not quite as confident as he was probably aiming for, but not his blustering anxious backtracking either. A smile crept onto Crowley’s face.

“You really are a little bit of a bastard, aren’t you?”

Maybe it was just him, but he could have sworn the Angel took that as a compliment.

[allegedlyanandroid]

Happy (late) Birthday to our favourite miserable little rat manlet Gavin Reed! In celebration I've written a fic of him thoroughly enjoying himself on his b-day but... it's not going up until I'm done with the next chapter of Metanoia.

But here's a little sneak peak ;)

A taste of affection

Delights and Desires is a boutique tucked between an office building and a convenience store, the second being one of those places none but the locals shop at due to their outrageous pricing. The storefront is tiny, easy to pass by without a second glance, innocuous with its sterile font and although their loyal customer base keeps it afloat, it has seen a surge in interest as of late spread mostly by word of mouth and gossip. For its small exterior the inside is several times its size and stocked to suit anyone and everyone's kinky needs.

It has been Gavin’s go-to place for years, his accumulation of gadgets and toys a work almost a decade in the making, yet he hadn’t expected to be herded there for his thirty-eight birthday.

The reason for their sudden surge in popularity is not lost on him. They were one of the first places to include body modifications and miscellaneous items marketed towards androids and their enjoyment of all things related to sex. Gavin’s eyes fall on the neat row of vaginal plates stacked beside them in simple packaging before looking up at his boyfriend with a small frown. “So, uh… you wanna tell me what we’re doing here? Forgot to plan ahead for once?”

Nines snorts, managing to look both prim and prissy while doing it. “Of course not, darling, but seeing as it’s your birthday we’re celebrating I thought I’d allow you to pick today’s escapades.”

“Anything goes?” Gavin’s brows rise in something like incredulity and Nines shrugs with one shoulder. 

“You know my hard limits.”

It takes another couple of seconds filled with wide-eyed staring before a smirk stretches over Gavin’s lips. “Famous last words, babe.”

“What can I say, I prefer living life on the edge.”

Gavin laughs at that, cackles to be more precise, and skips away to browse over the frankly obscene amount of items on display. Nines watches him go, glad to have found a gift his boyfriend will enjoy (and perhaps a bit selfishly, him as well). It won’t be the only one of course. There are a few neatly wrapped presents stacked on the uppermost shelf in their storage closet, hidden behind their seldomly used cleaning supplies, safely out of sight and out of reach.

His mind wanders while he waits, artificial nerves alight with anticipation. There’s no telling what Gavin will pick even if he has a vague idea. Gavin “Monsterfucker” Reed, and a proud one at that, has panted enough scenarios into their bed sheets while Nines fucks him raw to really put a number on them. Being an android has its perks and exchanging parts of himself to fit his mood is a big one. They had dabbled into unusual alterations before but he knows his lover wouldn’t mind… more, and frankly neither would he.

He sets the thought aside as Gavin comes lumbering up to him with an unprecedented air of sheepishness to him.

“Yes?”

“What- what models are you compatible with when it comes to, y’know–” Gavin gestures at Nines’ crotch, “–beacuse there’s a shitton to choose from.”

“The BL300, the HR400 and the SK300 parts are all compatible with my model if the genital attachments are produced after 2036. Most of the non-standardised genitalia won’t give you an issue since they’re new on the market and supposed to fit a broad spectrum of consumers. If you wish me to wear a vaginal plate I’d suggest the WR400 model as a jumping off–”

Gavin cuts him off with a strangled noise. “Look, as much as I’d enjoy eating your pussy I- I have something else in mind.”

And then he scurries away again, presumably to look for whatever dick he plans to impale himself on later.

[weiying-lanzhan-fics]

Hear a song this deeply by so_shhy

Loved itttt! LZ’s wry humor was very enjoyable to read. The modern cultivation world created by the author is rich and interesting. It was a delight ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quotes:

(My note: She = Mianmian in the section below)

In the department cafe, she bullied him into getting one of the more expensive teas and a small sweet pastry. Then she sat him down and said, “You’ve got a family dinner coming up, huh?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“You live too near home, that’s your problem. At least my lot can’t expect a monthly pilgrimage to Lanling just so they can tell me what a disappointment I am.”

“I won’t have much to show my uncle this time.”

“He wouldn’t care even if you did.”

Lan Zhan hummed in agreement and took a sip of his tea. “It will be good to see the rabbits,” he said.

“The rabbits? That’s what you’re looking forward to? Your brother’s going to be heartbroken. Ah, Zewu-jun,” she sighed, eyes going distant and dreamy.

“He sent me eleven emojis in ten actual words of texting today,” said Lan Zhan. “Also, I should point out that you’re married. And pregnant.”

“I’ve been crushing on him for a decade, let me have this.” She rested a hand on her belly. “Ugh, did you have to remind me? Why am I pregnant, Lan Zhan? I don’t know anything about children.”

“Poor life choices.”

She smacked him on the arm. “You know I’m making you babysit this thing when it’s born, right?”

“I don’t know anything about children either.”

“Hey, at least you’ll be able to put the kid to sleep.”

“Unlikely,” said Lan Zhan. “It’ll be a long time before Repose is approved for use on humans outside of experimental settings.” He paused. “I’ll register your baby as a test subject if you sign an official release form.”

————

Wei Ying ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. “Ugh, Lan Zhaaaan. Look, what do you want me to do? What would be the best thing for your research?”

Lan Zhan hesitated. Nobody had asked him that before. To the day-to-day workers he was an annoyance, foisted on them because the department didn’t want to offend the sect. They never went out of their way to be accommodating.

What would he want if he could have anything?

“If you did nothing, to begin with,” he said, “and let me attempt to use Evocation to draw the yao to us…”

“You mean you want to disturb the spirits without any kind of containment circle in place? The way all cultivation protocols say you should never do?” Wei Ying grinned. “Yeah, sure, give it a shot.”

“…Really?”

“Why not? This is literally the only thing on my schedule; they’ve assigned me the whole day for a bunch of minor yao. We’ve got time to do whatever. So how about I let you do exactly what you want and you get off my ass about the paperwork?”

It was a terrible attitude. Lan Zhan should not encourage it. On the other hand, the yao were just the kind of experimental subjects he needed. He would give a lot for the chance to test his Evocation variants without the department’s substandard night-hunting techniques skewing his results. He looked down at the half-completed form, considered just how much complaining he would have to endure if he made Wei Ying fill it out, and gave a small nod.

————

“Well,” said Lan Qiren testily, “we’ll take tea before dinner.”

“Yes, Shufu.”

Lan Zhan prepared the tea himself and carried in the ancient lacquer tray with the priceless antique teapot and cups, setting it down on the low table. As he poured, he had to stop himself from tucking back trailing sleeves he wasn’t wearing. Lan Qiren took a sip with a critical pinch to his mouth, as though he expected it to taste scalded. His voice was brusque as he gave a run-down on recent sect business – the rash of resentful spirits flowing into the eastern night zones, a contract to purify land for a new factory, a disciple exchange with the Nie sect. Every word was pointed, a rebuke unspoken and unacknowledged. After a while, his patience for implied criticism ran out and he took a more direct method. “So. Tell me what you’ve been doing with yourself this past month.”

Lan Zhan folded his hands in his lap and checked his already perfect posture. “Recently I’ve been having some success with my score for Evocation,” he said. The one saving grace of these conversations was that his uncle was also a skilled guqin player and liked to discuss technique. “This past week I’ve tested several variants. There are some interesting melodic and tonal factors that affect its action. A floating note has different effects depending on the form of vibrato immediately preceding it. I’m developing a theory that—”

“And is your latest version of Evocation more or less effective than the arrays I’ve just been teaching the ten-year-olds?”

Wonderful. It was going to be one of those evenings.

“It’s a work in progress, Shufu.”

“So you have told me for the past five years,” snapped Lan Qiren. He made an impatient gesture. “Well, go on. I’m sure you have more to talk about.”

T, 87k

Summary:

“I’m not here to help you with your work,” said Lan Zhan, injecting frost into his voice to deter any further attempts at charm. “I’ll be focusing on my research.”

Wei Ying cocked his head. “Research?” he said.

“Mm. I’m a cultivation researcher, not a department employee. I’m reconstructing the ancient musical cultivation techniques of the Lan clan.”

___

Lan Zhan’s new liaison at the Caiyi Municipal Cultivation Department is an enigma – ridiculously talented, yet somehow content with mopping up spiritual pests for barely above minimum wage. Wei Ying is slapdash and irresponsible, and Lan Zhan doesn’t like him at all… but then he meets A-Yuan, who loves music and longs for a piano his father can’t afford.

Forced into cautious friendship by a four-year-old's music lessons, Lan Zhan soon realises Wei Ying is more than he seems. The single father is a man of many secrets – including, perhaps, the key to Lan Zhan's life's work. And in the meantime, the background resentment in Caiyi Town is rising to dangerous levels…

@soshhy

[candystore111]

Sweet Nostalgia: The Enduring Appeal of Lollies

Few things evoke childhood memories like the taste of lollies. Whether it's the burst of fruity flavours from a hard candy, the chewiness of a gummy bear, or the delightful fizz of a sherbet dip, lollies have a special place in our hearts.

These sugary lollies NZ online treats have been around for centuries, evolving from simple sugar concoctions to the wide variety of shapes, flavours, and textures we enjoy today.

A Brief History of Lollies

The term "lolly" is a delightful abbreviation for lollipop, though it has come to encompass a wide range of sweet treats in many parts of the world. The origin of lollies dates back to ancient times when people would mix honey with fruits and nuts to create primitive candies. However, it wasn't until the centuries that sugar became widely available, leading to the creation of more sophisticated sweets.

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The world of lollies is as diverse as it is delightful. Here are some popular types that have captured our taste buds over the years:

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What makes promotional lollies so irresistible? It's all about the sugar. When we eat sweets, our brain releases dopamine, the "feel-good" neurotransmitter. This response creates a sense of pleasure and satisfaction, which is why we often reach for lollies when we're looking for a quick mood boost.

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Lollies are more than just sugary treats; they're a gateway to nostalgia, a celebration of culture, and a scientific marvel. Whether you're indulging in your favourite childhood candy or exploring new flavours from around the world, lollies NZ online offer a sweet escape from the everyday routine. So next time you unwrap a lolly, take a moment to savour the flavour and the memories it brings.

[aloudplace]

Dirty thoughts 2

is small," he said, though not disdainfully. "You live here alone?"

I nodded. "It's a granny flat. The main house is over there." I pointed across the broad, manicured lawn. "My landlord is really private, so I hardly ever see him."

Loki glanced at the big house-–it wasn't quite a mansion, but it probably looked like a shack to him. Prince of Asgard. Snooty to the max.

"It's charming," he said politely. He was talking about my little bungalow. And damned if he didn't mean it.

I let him inside and opened the curtains in the living room. Watched him consider the flowered couch and thick, cushioned white rug. The antique mahogany coffee table and the watery abstract painting over the little brick fireplace.

"It smells like you," he said, and then smiled wickedly when I flushed with embarrassment. "You smell delightful, by the way. Like coconut and wildflowers."

He had never once, in the three months since I'd met him, given me a direct compliment. I didn't know what to do with it.

Loki was very pleased with himself for successfully putting me off balance. "I do miss that shampoo you used before you switched to coconut. What was the scent?"

He sort of stalked me across the room, radiating predatory enjoyment. Alarms bells started going off in my head.

"Loki, quit it," I said, and there was a breathless little quaver in my voice. He was too close, using his height to dominate me, leaning in until I could feel the heat coming off his body.

My god, he was smelling my hair.

He smelled like leather and bergamot.

"Was it roses?" he murmured, very close to my ear. "It suited you."

"You are being so inappropriate right now," I said, frozen to the spot.

He chuckled darkly, leaning a little closer, black hair tickling my cheek. "I do so adore how squeaky you get when you're nervous." He was enjoying the heck out this, and his enjoyment wasn't entirely at my expense; he wanted me to play along.

Suddenly fighting a smile, I slapped his chest. "Back off, you gigantic creep."

He tsked, pulling back to look into my face, lips quirking in a devilish little smile. "I will if you tell me what I'm thinking."

Again, I heard alarm bells. We'd played this game before and I had lost. Loki could conjure some incredibly embarrassing thoughts when he put his mind to it.

"No way," I said decisively.

He was so close I could see the little striations in the green of his eyes. "Isn't it your job to know what I'm thinking?"

Oh, you little... "I'm on a break."

"Oh?" he replied, with interest.

"Yes. Consider me off the clock."

His eyes glittered. "Are you really? How convenient."

Then he leaned down and kissed me.

I was so shocked I squeaked. I'm not proud of it, but I did. His lips were hot and very soft, and I'd never expected him to kiss me, and oh god, it was good.

He chucked into my mouth and his hand slid into my hair, cupped the back of my neck. His chest came up against me and my mouth fell open without my permission, and sweet Jesus he was kissing me so slowly, sweetly, like he was savoring it. Savoring me.

Like he really liked me.

I mean, he did like me. I knew that already. But right now he was liking me quite a lot more than I'd ever imagined. His arm was curling around my waist and he kissed me a little deeper because damned if I wasn't turning to melted butter in his arms.

He tasted like fresh coffee and sugar and his thoughts were curling into my mind like rich, dark chocolate–smooth, delicious, decadent. He was thinking about how I tasted, how sweet I was, how good I felt in his arms. How long he'd been waiting to taste me.

I couldn't help it. I groaned a little bit, soft and breathless, and he really liked that–kissed me deeper, arms pulling tighter around me.

And then he started thinking much darker, sexier things, and I felt myself heating from head to toe, and finally, my conscience kicked in.

I don't know when, but at some point, I'd fisted my hands in the lapels of his leather coat, and I let go, pushed at his shoulders until he released my mouth.

"That was not okay," I blurted.

He smiled smugly. "It felt extraordinarily okay to me."

Still a little dazed, I shook my head. "Dumb. Super dumb."

He was still holding me against his chest with both arms. One of his hands slid possessively up my back. "I disagree."

"This is work. We are not supposed to be kissing."

He gave me a slow, triumphant smirk. "You said you were on a break. I believe your exact words were, 'Consider me off the clock'."

I had no response to that. The bastard had tricked me somehow. I mean he hadn't made me say the words, but I couldn't help feeling that he had planned all of this, and I had fallen right into his trap.

"Don't look so abused. You were enjoying it, weren't you?" He bent as though to kiss me again, and I froze because I wanted him to kiss me again, but I knew how dumb it was, and I liked this job, and I really really didn't want to lose it, which I absolutely would if even one person found out I'd been kissing the God of Mischief.

I put my hand over his mouth at the last possible second. His surprise was–-if I had to be completely honest–-more than a little bit satisfying. He clearly felt he had the upper hand with me now, but I sure as shit wasn't gonna let myself get all gushy and submissive, even for Loki. Especially for him.

"No more kissing," I said firmly.

His brows pulled down, green eyes sparking temper. "Why not?" he growled against my hand.

"I'll lose my job."

He let go of my waist and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his mouth. "Who's going to tell?"

I hesitated.

"By the God's, are you going to run back and confess all on your own?" he rolled his eyes.

"Of course not, but I'm a terrible liar."

"You're an excellent liar," he returned impatiently.

Damn. He'd noticed. "Fine. But I hate lying. I don't want to do it."

"Then don't," he said, clearly exasperated. "Do you think anyone is going to ask if you've been kissing me?"

That stopped me dead. He was right. No one would expect it. Literally, no one. Everybody else treated Loki with a combination of fear, contempt, and suspicion, if not outright hatred. Except for Thor. Thor just treated him with suspicion.

And to all outward appearances, Loki felt nothing but contempt toward me. I appeared to simply put up with him. I hadn't told anyone about his backward behavior. Mostly because I kind of liked being the only one in on it. Even Thor hadn't completely figured Loki out. Which was pretty sad, when you thought about it.

I looked up into Loki's face. "Don't think for a second that I'm not going to do my job exactly as I should, kissing or no kissing."

His expression turned wry. "You mean reporting my stabby thoughts?"

"Yes. And I'll give them a completely honest read at your six-month review, no matter what kind of relationship we might or might not have in the meantime."

His gaze heated. "What kind of relationship did you have in mind?"

"Honestly? None. I never expected anything like this."

Loki dragged me closer, arms around my waist again. "Idiot woman. I've been flirting for weeks. Didn't you notice?" His head dipped down and he nuzzled my neck just below the ear.

Tingling all over, breathless again, I mumbled, "You flirt like a cat flirts with a mouse."

He did that deep, dark chuckle again, kissing my neck very lightly. "I was sure you knew when you stopped wearing dresses. I thought you were teasing me." He nibbled my earlobe and made me shudder.

"I thought you were just messing with me."

"Mmm. I do enjoy making you blush."

His thoughts were getting sexy again. He wanted me to touch him. Wondered if I would let him take me to bed.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, buster."

His only response was to lick my neck and make me squeak again.

He made a low rumble of pleasure, like a growl, but smoother. "Make that sound again, little mouse." And then he nipped the same spot he'd licked, and to my dismay, I did squeak again, which made him laugh darkly and start backing me towards the couch.

"Wait, wait, wait !" I cried. But he already had me half-sprawled on the cushions, and he came down over me on all fours, prowling up my body like a big cat. He did pause, however, when I tucked my legs between us to block him from getting any closer. He arched a brow in challenge.

"I am not prepared to let you ravish me on the couch, Loki."

His gaze darkened. "By all means, if there is some other location you prefer-–"

"I really hope you don't think I'm that easy."

He didn't though. It was there in his thoughts. He wanted to kiss me some more. Touch me. See how far he could take it. But he didn't expect sex. Rather, he anticipated a long and pleasant chase.

Cat and mouse, indeed.

"I am not a prey creature," I said firmly. "We only have three hours until we have to return to the compound. I would like to eat some lunch."

His eyes narrowed. "I would like to kiss you again."

"Let me up first."

He thought about it. He really liked me in this position–wanted to steal a kiss and feel me under him. Honestly, I wanted to let him, but I didn't trust myself not to let it go farther. Maybe a lot farther. Just the thought of it–his big body over me, the smell of him, his heat and the way he kissed–a girl could only resist so much.

Finally, he sat back. I righted myself, watching him closely.

"I'm not going to pounce on you," he said mildly.

"Good. Thank you." I smoothed my shirt, which was now thoroughly wrinkled.

"What's for lunch?" he asked casually, one arm draped over the back of the couch.

"I'll make you a sandwich. And tea. I think I have some cookies as well." I knew he had a special appreciation for sweets.

"Sounds delightful. Can you be persuaded to kiss me first?"

My heart did a little backflip. "Possibly."

He leaned back against the couch and waited. Clearly, he wanted me to be the aggressor this time. Normally, I wouldn't mind–-in fact, a good percentage of me was willing to straddle him like a cowgirl and kiss him silly. But he looked so damned smug and sure of himself–-and he was shielding his thoughts, which made me suspicious.

"I changed my mind," I said, and marched into the kitchen, leaving him there without a backward glance.

I didn't even hear him get up, which was crazy considering all the layers of leather and metal he wore. I made it to the kitchen doorway and he was suddenly on me, spinning me around by the arm and crowding me back against the wall with his body.

It scared me-–in the best possible way.

He was pissed–-and somehow amused at the same time. My resistance both irritated him and pleased him.

I put both hands on his chest as he leaned down, green eyes narrowed.

"I don't like being manhandled like this, Loki,"

"No? Your heart is pounding though. I can see it right here," his fingers caressed my throat. "And you're flushed." He was so close, looking at my mouth.

"You scared me. Also, you're kinda pissing me off."

His mouth curved. "See, excellent liar."

"What makes you think I'm lying?"

He stepped closer, until our bodies were nearly touching. "You don't flush like that when you're angry," he purred, "Only when I tease you."

"A person can feel more than one thing at a time," I said, trying to sound reprimanding. I really was a bit irritated. He was being so condescending. "Look, I get that you've been bored at the compound and you want to have some fun, but I am a human being, not a plaything."

I don't think he meant for me to hear what he thought then, but I did. Loud and clear.

Human beings are playthings.

I shoved him so hard he fell back a step, which was really saying something, what with the Asgardian super strength and all.

"Ah," he said, reading my face. "Now you're angry."

"You don't mean that." I could hear the doubt in my own voice.

His eyes narrowed. "Mean what?"

"That human beings are playthings. We have all the same rights and feelings you do."

He laughed . "Oh, do you?"

I was so mad I couldn't form words for a moment.

"If I'm so damned inferior, why are you trying to seduce me?" I snapped.

His smug smile made me burn with humiliation. "Why not?"

Stupid, condescending, self-important asshole!

"We're done here," I said softly, teeth clenched. "I'm taking you back to the compound."

There was not even a hint of contrition on his face–or in his emotions. Just a flare of anger and the sting of rejection. He was shielding his thoughts again.

"What about my kiss?" he asked archly.

He knew damn well I wasn't going to kiss him again. He was trying to antagonize me. Acting like he didn't give a damn. But he was disappointed, as hard as he tried to hide it.

Not that I gave a damn.

[amitr7]

Exploring the Finest: Your Ultimate Guide to the Best Cake and Grocery Shop Experience

In the realm of culinary delights, few things evoke as much universal joy as a perfectly crafted cake. Whether it's a celebration, a moment of indulgence, or simply a craving for something sweet, the quest for the best cake is always an exciting journey. But what if you could find not only the best cakes but also a treasure trove of gourmet groceries all under one roof? Welcome to the world of the best cake and grocery shop experience, where gastronomic dreams come true. Join us as we embark on a delightful exploration of what makes these establishments stand out from the rest.

The Rise of the Best Cake and Grocery Shop:

 Gone are the days when cake shops were merely places to pick up a generic dessert. Today, discerning customers seek more than just sweetness; they crave quality, creativity, and an unforgettable experience. This demand has given rise to a new breed of cake shops that go above and beyond, offering a tantalizing array of flavors, textures, and designs to suit every palate.

At the heart of these establishments lies a dedication to excellence. From sourcing the finest ingredients to mastering the art of baking, the best cake shops leave no stone unturned in their quest to deliver perfection. Each cake is a masterpiece, lovingly crafted by skilled artisans who pour their passion and creativity into every slice.

But what sets these shops apart is their commitment to innovation. They're not content to rest on their laurels; instead, they're constantly pushing the boundaries of what's possible, experimenting with new flavors, techniques, and designs to keep their customers coming back for more.

The Best of Both Worlds:

Cake and Grocery Shopping: While the allure of a mouthwatering cake is undeniable, the best cake shops offer something more: the convenience of a one-stop grocery shopping experience. Picture this: you walk into a charming storefront, greeted by the irresistible aroma of freshly baked goods. As you peruse the display case filled with decadent cakes and pastries, your eyes wander to the shelves stocked with gourmet ingredients from around the world.

From imported cheeses and artisanal chocolates to handcrafted preserves and organic produce, these shops are a food lover's paradise. Whether you're planning a dinner party, a cozy night in, or simply looking to elevate your culinary creations, you'll find everything you need within arm's reach.

But it's not just about the products; it's about the experience. The best cake and grocery shops are more than just places to shop; they're community hubs where food enthusiasts gather to share their passion, exchange recipes, and discover new culinary delights. With knowledgeable staff on hand to offer guidance and recommendations, shopping becomes an interactive and enjoyable affair.

The Importance of Quality:

 At the heart of every great cake and grocery shop is a commitment to quality. From the moment ingredients are selected to the final presentation of the finished product, excellence is non-negotiable. This dedication to quality ensures that every cake is not just delicious but also a true work of art, worthy of any celebration.

But quality extends beyond the cakes themselves; it permeates every aspect of the shopping experience. From the warm welcome you receive when you walk through the door to the meticulous attention to detail in packaging and presentation, every interaction is infused with a sense of care and professionalism.

Moreover, the commitment to quality extends to the sourcing of ingredients. The best cake and grocery shops prioritize locally sourced, sustainable ingredients wherever possible, supporting small-scale producers and reducing their environmental impact. By choosing quality over quantity, they ensure that every bite is a taste of pure delight.

Customer Satisfaction:

 Ultimately, the success of any cake and grocery shop hinges on one thing: customer satisfaction. From the moment you step inside to the last crumb of cake on your plate, every aspect of the experience should leave you feeling delighted, fulfilled, and eager to return.

This dedication to customer satisfaction extends beyond the walls of the shop itself. The best cake and grocery shops leverage technology to offer seamless online ordering and delivery options, ensuring that their delicious creations are accessible to all, no matter where they may be.

But perhaps the most powerful testament to customer satisfaction is the loyal following these shops inspire. From regulars who wouldn't dream of buying their cakes anywhere else to newcomers who are drawn in by glowing recommendations, the best cake and grocery shops are beloved fixtures in their communities, cherished for their exceptional quality, unparalleled creativity, and unwavering commitment to customer happiness.

Conclusion:

 In a world filled with culinary delights, the quest for the best cake and grocery shop experience is a journey worth taking. From the exquisite cakes and pastries to the gourmet groceries sourced from around the globe, these establishments offer a feast for the senses unlike any other. But it's not just about the products; it's about the passion, creativity, and dedication that infuse every aspect of the experience. So why settle for anything less than the best? Whether you're craving a slice of cake or on the hunt for the perfect ingredients for your next culinary masterpiece, let the best cake and grocery shop be your guide to gastronomic bliss.

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[farmerr4]

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We are all about celebrating the little things we do for each other. Not just the big occasions. It’s being there for someone’s highs and stepping for the lows. Finding the courage to say sorry, and making someone smile just because. After all, unexpected florals are the best kind. To know more: https://farmerr.in/

[driftwork]

watching (4), erro in venice

[after leaving our bags in the rooms] We began by strolling around the local area and  its shops, looking to see if the city still exists as we remember it, all around us in our isolation, we are wandering unconcerned with anything but living our lives against the  architectonics of the decaying city.  We are never sure when we arrive what we are going to find, perhaps the river will have flooded, terrorist attacks on buses or tubes, the fashion in clothing will have reached new levels of absurdity, it doesn't matter because we know that its solidity is superficial and everything is fluid, the streams flow. The city smells. (i have to work hard to neutralize the viruses in the air)  We are delighted to find that our favorite bookshops remain standing, one of them has moved two doors down into a new building but remains essentially the same. Some of  the bars where we have been regulars over the decades reman the same, even though we are anonymous foreigners (petit strangers). In such places the lunches are always perfect accompanied by gestures and comments from ever changing young waiters. In a backstreet off a pedestrian area, lit by photons falling from lights attached to buildings, the staff all line up and sing to a man and woman who walk in with small children, an aria perhaps, though it sounds like Gershwin. We are anonymous, feeling happy among strangers, drinking wine sitting at small round tables or leaning against bars, waving hands or speaking to waiters, not wanting to distract them from their beautiful repetitions. The disciplinary routines tracing lines in the geography of the bars and cafes... we interject small gestures of our own sometimes, turning pages of the book we are reading, imagining smoking a cigarette as we might have done many years ago, showing in the process that we exist. We are feeling the enjoyable sensation of our becoming when see across the crowd a man sits down on a stool by the bar on his own, across the crowd, perhaps its a moment before an early breakfast or a late one. Time has escaped us. He looks very British in his fashionable Paul Smith suit, pale skinned, two tone plastic glasses, perhaps in his late 60s. We lean against the bar close to him and watch as he orders some slices of ham and cheese, the bartender smiles warmly at him, a local resident who enjoys the privilege of a warm smile.  What income exists to finance the warm smile? There are deep crevices in the immanent planes that we come across as we walk through the city towards the first meeting, they are always unexpected these gestures and events, they exist to maintain the status quo even as it crumbles. [The fissures of class divide the city, sometimes though the most wonderful things are...] As we walk through the city we discuss how the best thing about this island is the tranquility, the stillness, the silence within which the slightest of  signs, the noise of machine, human gestures, a voice inaudibly shouting announces its significance.  Among the cities glories, at least these days is the lack of tranquility, the low intensity rumble that announces the ongoing sounds, signs of life,  the peoples gestures, sounds, words, images retains their significance and yet they fade.  We allow the city to penetrate our skin(s) - walking through a small square  we pass by two people playing Go in the shade, others are playing a game of war[...] Later we walk past a church with on open door in which the congregation is talking, or see the  glowing mercury colored lighting on the outside of a working class bar glittering in the rain. The bar is full of people drinking and watching  the sports channel on the TV in the corner. It is still raining and the puddle outside is growing, the pattern of water drops is fascinating. We are happy that they are accepting us into the moment of drinking, passersby that we are [...] We almost wonder if the man in his fashionable Paul Smith suit is our secret double, who we have spent our lives searching for but who is always hidden just a few seconds, minutes or hours away, hidden now in the bar we left earlier as we missed him. We wish we had said goodbye to him and perhaps exchanged phone numbers. He would of course have studiously ignored us. This city has taken its toll on him. (As he goes on his way we give him a complicit wave which he chooses not to notice.) /...\ (As we go on our way he gives us a complicit wave which we choose not to notice.)  In the cafe bar, others are sitting by the windows where they flick their finger s absentmindedly on their smartphones looking at text messages from their lovers or some article or other. The city has managed to maintain its charms even whilst the smartphones have invaded, displaying their intrusion as they have everywhere on the planet.On a daily basis people flaunt themselves and their devices on every road and square, on every bus and train, at every working desk, wandering blindly along as their fingers type into virtual keyboards. Sometimes they speak into handsets or white molecular headsets saying where they are at ///assist.silly.lower or ///sunset.says.supper. if standing beside the square they take out their device with pride - their conversation will be accompanied by gestures to their invisible friends, we have the impression that these are a subtle way of connecting the two squares on the global grid of the maze like world. It is late afternoon as they move the other knows which square they are moving to, no longer isolated. The telecommunications companies have placed their masts with the geography of the city in mind. Eventually we have circled round to the hotel. I unzip the bag just in case, my right hand resting on the opening. We are talking about how nice Venice is, we lean against the wall looking down towards the entrance.  We will break the spell of the peaceful walk around Venice, rejoin our everyday life of pretending we are a unified subject, or at worse merely a split subject. He thinks we are a high functioning schizophrenic. Rather than the inhuman we are. We would founder  if we gazed too deeply into ourselves, living with humans is difficult because of their limits. We push ourselves up from the wall and walk along the palisade to become a mother again, or if they have harmed our daughter to kill everyone. We assume it will be the former but you can never be sure when dealing with humans. She sighs at her latent paranoia... We enjoyed the humdrumness of Venice's everyday practices. Walking along the edges of her terrifying canals, whilst at the same time, wishing I could sit in a cafe in the window in perfect safety, (too subtle of course) like the watcher in the window of a cafe looking at us walk past... Looking down into the hotels gardens  I can see Grenier eating an icecream with our daughter, we can't hear her, but imagine how she is happy. I am glad to see them both.  We go over the high fence and across the grass towards them...

[castrosanchez03]

Anime Collectibles That Make Great Objects for Young ones

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