new pic new pic!!!
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NETFLIX JUST DID THAT OMG AJJDJFJDJDKKS
(Spoiler alert who hasn't watched the video yet)
Every single thought that crossed my mind watching that:
Hell this is going to be my emotional support video till November 1st( ALSO WE HAVE A DATE)
WILMON???? HELLO????
ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME NETFLIX A WILMON SCENE WHATTTTT
Okay it was a dream BUT THE CINEMATOGRAPHY. THE GOOSEBUMPS. THE SIGHS. OMG I'M CRYING. THE. HAND. HOLDING.
Hiiiii Wille my baby boy :(
Also we are keeping the "looking through a door" motif huh
AUGUST YOU PIECE OF SHIT DON'T TEXT WILLE
Ooh does that cleaning lady looks like the one in that first look photo or is it just me
Kristina looks.... younger????
WILLE SHUTTING THE DOOR ON HER FACE YES
Is that Erik's uniform?? IS THAT ERIK'S ROOM
WILLE WEARING ERIK'S JACKET I'M CRYING HE MISSES ERIK SO MUCH
Also he looks so tall😭
NO NOT WILLE HUGGING HIMSELF 😭😭😭😭😭
"Once a brother, always a brother" cut down the Society crap please😭
ERIK HAS A FROG PRINCE PORCELAIN STATUE LIKE WILLE'S SNOW GLOBE NOOOOO😭 this means that Erik gave it to him?????
GOD Wille burning August's photo is exactly the angst I needed please
ALSO WAS THAT LOOK IN THE MIRROR A FOURTH WALL BREAK??? AJDJFJFJDJSJS
HIIIII MALTE but i did not needed a August working out scene again tbh😭
YES ROT ALONE YOU PIECE OF SHIT
"I will make your life a living hell!" PLEASE FUCKING DO BABY BOY
HIII SARA and also hiii Marcus??? Did not expected to see him so soon lmao
HIII LINDA MI AMOR
Marcus is so tall
Sara gets accepted in the Manor House I see👀👀
ANYWAYS I'm going to scream about this the whole October. So tolerate me I guess😭😭😭 NOVEMBER 1ST HERE WE GOOOOOOO
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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!
I was tagged by @pennylanefics
What book are you currently reading?
I started reading "The Last True Poets of the Sea" by Julia Drake but idk I'm not necessarily feeling it
What do you usually wear?
Honestly depends on the weather lol but I have the same outfit for each season, black t-shirt and some pair of pants that are most likely falling apart
How tall are you?
4'11
What is your sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event?
Taurus sun, gemini moon, libra rising. I share my birthday with Karl Marx lmao
Do you go by your name or a nickname?
Online and with friends I go by Jas, since I changed how my nickname has been spelled my entire life lol but half the time I'm referred to as my name
Did you grow up to be what you wanted to be as a child?
No, didn't even accomplish high school Jas's goals
What is something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?
I honestly have no clue what I'm good at, but goddamn am I bad at math
If you draw/write/create what’s your favorite thing you’ve ever created?
I'm still insanely proud of the first blanket I knit about 3ish years ago now
Dogs or cats?
Dogs, I love cats as well but I'm allergic lol
What is something you would like to create content for?
One thing I'd love to create is concept album covers with matching custom pressed vinyls for bands
What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?
Puzzles, I mean I've always enjoyed doing them but lately it's been such an intense hyperfixation
What’s something you were excited for and turned out to be disappointing?
Graduating from undergrad, but I also think it's because I finished my degree in the fall (and a semester late) so I have to wait until spring to walk
What’s a hidden talent of yours?
I used to be able to do a handful of voice impressions, but the only one I can still do is Gollum
What’s something you wish you had this moment?
I'm really in the mood for a chocolate malt and a slice of confetti cake from a local restaurant
I'm tagging @sorry-i-spaced and @return-of-the-penor (and basically any of my other mutuals who wnat to do it)
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adolescent
yang jungwon x older!reader.
slight bit of angst(?), fluff.
i feel like this is kinda long lmao skip if you cannot read for a long time :)
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“look at you, look at this small dimple of yours,” you cooed at the grumpy malt chocolate ball looking boy in front of you, your index finger seemed to be poking his dimple non stop.
“who gave you the right to be this cute?” you cooed again, softly pinching his right cheeks as your smile never left your face.
it was a friday afternoon, you and jungwon went to a small cafe down the block to have a date after a very long time of not seeing each other.
jungwon was enrolled to a sport university after he decided to make his taekwondo career official. he was busy with his taekwondo competitions. while on the other side, you were a thriving law student, you went to every single debate competition existed in the country to increase your merits before you start your degree.
long story short, both of you were active students representing your universities and have little to no time to focus on your relationship. luckily, today was a free day for the both of you, and jungwon decided that it was a good idea to catch up on each other.
but all he was dealing with right now was you cooing and poking his dimple non stop.
jungwon grumbled inside, he was an athlete. a taekwondo one to be exact. he was supposed to look powerful, scary, and dominant with his tall physique and wide shoulders. so, why were you treating him like a baby?
“can you stop?, it’s getting kinda annoying, i’m a grown up.” jungwon finally spoke up after being silent the whole time you babied him, rolling his eyes.
your smile was faltered, the small hand placed on jungwon’s cheek belonged to you slowly went down and sat on your lap quietly. you furrowed your eyebrows together, jungwon used to love getting all the attention from you, and his sentence made your heart broke a little.
upon seeing your devastated face, the younger one immediately felt guilty. he was about to say something, until you cut off to the chase.
“sorry, it has been months since we had a proper meet up and i guess i just missed you too much.” you chuckled lowly, your hand rubbing on your nape.
“i-“
“oh- our drinks, i’m just gonna go get it okay?” you stood up from your seat and reached your hand to pat his head, but quickly retracted it when you remembered what he said.
jungwon felt his heart shattered more at the sight of your retracted hand.
he watched as your figure walked towards the counter, where a boy with a smile brighter than the sun stood at. he watched as you cooed at the other boy’s smile, sitting uncomfortably on his seat. you cooed at literally everyone and he was used to it, so why when you do that to the boy in front of you, he was feeling uneasy?
‘you were the one who doesn’t want to get babied, jungwon, deal with it.’ jungwon said in his heart, eyes never leaving your figure that now was walking towards the table, handing the jealousy-in-denial boy his hot chocolate drink with a small smile.
you sipped your iced coffee quietly, eyes stuck on the table, a little bit shy and awkward to start a conversation because of what had happened. you could feel your partner’s burning stare on your head, so not wanting to sit in silence, you decided to break the ice.
you were the older one after all.
“how was your competitions? is anything okay?” you asked, the warm smile on your face never fade out.
jungwon was taken back by your question and the facade you put in front of him. and he suddenly felt way too silly, obviously dating someone who’s older than him, he will always notice that there were moments that they will appear more matured than him, and sophisticated to be exact.
you were not an exception.
you always put up with all his whines, all his anger and all his childish antics. as jungwon grew up, he realised how much of a child he must have looked like in your eyes. that was why you babied him, he looked like a child, and acted like one. you were the opposite of him, always maintained your mature composure, and acted as his guardian, almost like his grandmother. to him, you felt like home.
jungwon suddenly snapped out of it, “yeah, yeah it was good, i won all the competitions, and scored a silver in one.”
you smiled again and small-clapped at his achievements. there you go, making jungwon felt bad all over again with your cute actions.
the younger one weakly smiled,
“how about your debate?” he asked, his left hand going across the table to play with your fingers. you giggled at jungwon’s small actions, secretly cooing at him.
“it was all good, the debate about the paris agreement though was crazy, literally the whole room was shouting at each other.” you chuckled, suddenly reminded of your passionate self shouting at the ‘prime minister’ and slamming the papers on your table.
it was an informal debate held between classes in your university, obviously everyone had no composure left and threw it out into the garbage because of the closeness between the students.
jungwon laughed a little bit, he had seen you debating before. even though you had always appeared calm and composed in your debates, he could clearly imagine you shouting and slamming palms on the table trying to prove your points while debutting the other team’s points.
the smile on his face does not last long though. his eyes studied your face carefully, your eyes were still cresents, the corners of your mouth were still lifing up.
jungwon took a deep breath,
“hey, uh listen about what i said earlier um i didn’t mean it, i am sorry.” he finally said, closing his eyes tightly as he suddenly felt nervous all over. he had never apologised every single time you guys fought, it was always you when it was clearly his fault most of the times. and he hated it, he decided that you didn’t deserve this treatment from him all along and that you deserved better.
he peeked one of his eye opened and saw you with the biggest smile on your face, and tears forming up in both of your eyes. jungwon suddenly panicked and rushed to get tissues, apologising non stop. he felt like having a taekwondo spar against himself right in the moment for making you cry.
you giggled slowly, hand reaching towards the tissues offered and wiped your tears. for the first time in a year of you guys being together, it was the first time for you to hear jungwon apologising.
you knew he was only a year younger than you, but his apology made you realised how much he had changed. to you, it felt like looking at your child growing up. you knew he was trying to appear manlier and more matured in front of you, and you tried to understand what he wanted.
“it’s okay, i know it can get annoying overtime, i can get rid of the habit if you feel uncomfortable-“
“no!” jungwon quickly exclaimed while standing up, a little bit too loudly when he realised he received some attention from other customers. slightly bowing as a sign of apology as he sat back down slowly.
“i-i mean, it’s alright, you can keep treating me like that, i-i like it.” jungwon whispered the last part, feeling like a hot pack right now with all the blood running on his face and ears. he was fiddling with his fingers as he tried to avoid eye contact with you.
you felt like your heart busted out of your body.
jungwon looked exactly like a baby.
you stood up from your seat and went to sit beside him before engulfing him in a tight hug, loving the continuous warmth jungwon always had in his body.
jungwon wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes before sniffing your calming, motherly-like smell of your perfume. he felt warmth erupted in his heart, he felt like he was in a cozy home with the presence of your hug. the brunette smiled when he felt the familiarity of your small hand patting against his head after a long time again.
ever since then, the boy grew up with the goal of trying to be a better, more matured man for you while still loving the treatment you gave him.
he loves you.
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Crazy Al’s Last Rodeo: June 23 - 30
Zoey started her thru-hike of the Tahoe Rim Trail (165 miles, ~10 days) a few minutes ago and after writing this I’m headed back to Berkeley. How did we get here? What happened to the PCT?? It’s a long and heartbreaking story...
Last Tuesday, riding the high of our low mileage creekside day and my amateur culture critique, we set out for our next campsite/water source, 21 miles away. We came across our first trail register early in the day and before I could stop her Z signed us in under the name “Crazy Al.” By 1 pm I was already blasting Kate Bush through my fancy new athletic headphones, which didn’t bode well for my physical and mental state given we still had 10 miles to go. At 3 pm we took a break under a big tree on a ridge and triple checked the maps to confirm: yep, there was our final destination far, far in the distance. My left foot was starting to hurt (as it had since our second day) and my legs were more disgusting than ever (feet pics available for paying subscribers - Venmo me $5). Side note can you believe I brought condoms on the trail?? LMAO but hey at least I didn’t bring TWELVE like Cheryl Strayed in Wild…damn gurl.
By 5 miles out my foot was completely trashed and I limped/used my pole as a crutch/tried not to cry/breathed through my mouth like I was in a fkn Lamaze class for those final miserable hours. We finally arrived at the creek and were bitten by literally hundreds of mosquitos instantly. We also discovered that Zoey had developed trench leg, and since mine was looking even worse we started freaking out that maybe it was poison oak and who knows how many times we had touched our faces and eyes and why didn’t we have LTE so we could do some research?? Morale was extremely low (mostly me).
Wednesday morning we hiked five miles to the highway to hitch a ride into Burney, our first resupply stop. We were picked up by a nice off-duty truck driver who bless him had a cooler full of water bottles in the front seat. I asked him about his work and he said he used to drive 11 hours a day without any days off for up to three months and that his new local gig is much better, though the pay isn’t as good. It got me thinking about what “good money” means to a lot of people, especially outside of the Bay Area tech bubble, and what they have to do to live decently. It makes me mad and also makes me feel like a piece of shit for wanting to never work a comfy well-paid desk job again.
Anyway, we got dropped off in Burney around 10 am and discovered that every motel in town was booked for the night. We went to a diner while we figured out what to do and ate our first off-trail meal (Z: sweet potato pancakes and fruit, Me: a chicken fried steak ofc). I slowly broke the news to Zoey that despite my lifelong dream of being airlifted I was scared to keep walking on my busted foot and get stuck somewhere/ruin my body. We also realized that a “historic” heat wave was about to hit the West Coast and even if Zoey continued on solo she’d be hiking in ~105 degree heat for a week or more. So, I convinced Z to head back to Berkeley with me to regroup.
We killed the next four hours loitering at various locations in Burney while waiting for the bus to Redding. The diner was full of characters and I had a lot of fun eavesdropping. Highlights included an overly affectionate couple who were DEFINITELY having an affair, a teen with a shaved head who hates small towns and everyone in them (lol), and an asshole Elvis lookalike who tried to incite a fight between two waitresses while his hot wife(?) sat silently and was either mortified or used to it, I’m not sure which is worse.
We eventually left the diner and posted up in front of the post office, Rite Aid, and finally the sporting goods store. Rite Aid is the best pharmacy because they sell their in-house brand of ice cream, Thrifty, which is all around delicious and also makes my favorite crazy flavor: lemon ice cream (NOT sorbet) with pieces of lemon warhead candy mixed in. WTF!! My mom took me to Rite Aid the day I got my first period and bought me baby tampons and a double cone with chocolate chip cookie dough and chocolate malted crunch, so it felt right to get a scoop on yet another day of transition and bodily trauma.
I’ve never really loitered before and it was actually pretty fun. So many random people stopped to talk to us about the PCT. One woman who had spent the morning collecting cans and was off to enjoy her day with a tall boy and a pack of cigs stopped to chat and as she walked away said, “Be careful!” but then corrected herself, “Actually, don’t be careful, be safe!” We loved that, so badass. Sound off in the comments if you think we should get that tattooed somewhere, maybe on our rib cages.
We caught the bus to Redding, where we spent the night in a motel room that smelled like smoke and had no shampoo. I booked us a queen bed but the front desk guy was like, are you sure?? and upgraded us to a king. I’ve had this happen more than once when I’ve checked in to a hotel with another woman. It’s like they think two women shouldn’t sleep in the same bed and a bigger bed is more appropriate. Like bigger bed = fewer opportunities for us to accidentally brush feet in the middle of the night and suddenly become gay?? These people need to stop watching Carol. Also if we were actually gay I think we’d be more hyped than anyone about the upgrade cuz king beds are the sexiest thing ever. ANYWAY.
Thursday morning we took the train back to Berkeley and were rescued by our housemate Amy, who drove us back to the Bog (our co-op). The best part of coming home was reuniting with our housemates’ dog Blossom, who considers us her crazy aunts. After the novelty of being able to shower and sleep in a bed wore off, I slipped right back into my pre-PCT depression. Three cheers for staring at the ceiling all day and eating Popeyes in my car! Even Zoey was uncharacteristically angsty 😬
The good news is that my foot isn’t broken, but almost a week off the trail and it still hurts to walk on. The heat wave persists and wildfires are starting already along the PCT (the town where we were supposed to resupply this week is currently under evacuation warning). As bummed as we are to change plans after months of planning, we think the best thing to do is bail on the PCT for now. After Zoey finishes the Tahoe Rim Trail, she’s heading to Washington state for a few days with her mom before we reunite in Portland for the remainder of July. We’re hoping to thru-hike the Oregon Coast Trail in late July/early August, but may bikepack it if my foot is still busted.
So stay tuned, Bog Girl Summer hobbles on! Lucky for you, the future holds significantly less trench leg content and more ice cream, bikes, and Portlandia vibes.
In the wise words of Dawes, “Things happen, that’s all they ever do.”
xoxo,
Crazy Al
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18th Century Words & Phrases for the Most Noble Rper
This is in no way completely comprehensive, because if I was going to write one that was completely so, 1. it’d be a literal book, if not volumes of a series, and 2. I’d be getting paid for it, lmao. But what I do want to do is offer some period-authentic terms and a sort of guide for people writing early modern characters situated in the Long 18th. So here you go, Amanda’s guide to 18th Century language, centered around things that will most likely pop up in rp as far as conversation goes. Be aware there are some nsfw stuff here! Because sex was as much a part of life then as it is now. Go forth. Use it. Make your writing more period appropriate with it and make your local pirate historian proud, guys.
Dialogue Things
Things to spice up your dialogue a little. While early modern english is pretty similar to modern english in a lot of ways, some words and phrases have shifted in that three hundred years to mean something wholly different, and these are the ones I tried to focus most on in this section.
against: often used in place of before. ex. against the crowd.
allow: often used in place of admit. ex. i'll allow it may be true.
awful: to inspire awe, as opposed to being terrible. ex. it was an awful sight.
blow: to bloom. where full blown comes from. ex. the flowers were blown.
calenture: an illness from a tropical region. ex. he was down with calenture.
cant: low language, common language. ex. cant is an example of an uneducated mind.
check: hold back or restrain. ex. check your temper.
coach-and-six: a coach and six horses. ex. she came along in a coach-and-six.
condescending: not negative, means showing a proper degree of courtesy. ex. he condescended an impeccable degree of courtesy.
conversation: any social interaction; criminal conversation means adultery. ex. they were seen in a bit of conversation.
correspondence: any sort of relationship; does not mean the exhange of letters. ex. we keep a lively correspondence.
distracted: a person who suffers from mental illness (of any type) was said to be distracted. ex. and the poor dear was distracted.
eat: not only to eat; but also used in past tense. ex. i eat and then i was for my bed.
else: used either for else, or to mean otherwise. ex. elseways everyone t'would know where it was.
fee: a fee, but also meaning to pay for. ex. i feed the bill.
gross: large or coarse; did not mean disgusting. ex. a gross load.
hand: someone's handwriting. ex. and it was in his hand.
hardly: sometimes barely, sometimes with difficulty. ex. we made it through hardly.
humour: comedy, but also mood or caprice; also found in medicine as part of the four humors theory. ex. she's in a bad humour.
iambic: a metric foot but also for satire. ex. he was keen on iambic.
indifferent: the same as now, but applied to an object instead of a person. ex. it was indifferent to me.
letters: physical paper letters, the alphabet, learning. ex. he has his letters (he is educated).
license: freedom, liberty. ex. i've license to do as i wish.
mobile vulgus: a mob. ex. here's the mobile vulgis now.
occasional: not from time to time, but on a special occasion. ex. it was occasional.
ordinary: a chaplain at a prison. ex. i confessed my sins to the ordinary.
own: acknowledge or admit to. ex. i'll own my words.
paint: makeup, cosmetics. ex. she wore her paint.
precipitate: to rush, to hasten. ex. we precipitate our departure.
proper: one's own. ex. it was proper.
quit: to leave. ex. let's quit this place.
rail: speak harshly. ex. he railed at me.
repair: to go or travel. ex. we repair for savannah.
retire: to leave the room, to withdraw. ex. he retired to his apartment.
romance: a fictional narrative. ex. it was a romance.
sex: not the act, but usually in use with regard to women. ex. the fair sex.
singular: exceptional. ex. he's a singular man.
snacks: to divide or go into equally. ex. we went in snacks.
suffer: aside from the modern meaning, also allow or permit. ex. i'll suffer to see him.
token: a small sign or indication. ex. a token of her affections.
traffic: commerce, trade. ex. pirates traffic here.
try: test, make a trial of. ex. he wants to try my measure.
use: sometimes to treat. ex. he uses me as though i were his child.
vicious: given to vice, immoral. ex. he's a vicious man.
vulgar: common, but not necessarily disgusting. ex. i found him vulgar.
want: desire, but also a lack. ex. a man could die for want of acknowledgement.
weeds: clothes, especially by women in mourning. ex. she was in her weeds.
worsted: a fabric made of woolen yarn. ex. he wears worsted.
zounds: a swear about as bad as damn. ex. zounds and buggery!
Food Things
blue tape: gin.
black jack: a leather drinking jug.
bog orange: potato.
bohea: (bo-hay) a type of tea.
bonny clapper: sour buttermilk.
booze: ...booze. yes, it's really that old.
brown cow: a barrel of beer.
bumper: half full glass.
cackling farts / cackle fruit: eggs.
chocolate: in this context not a candy bar. usually in bricks or powder, used as drinking chocolate. milk chocolate did not exist, so it's fairly bitter. often sprinkled with chili powder or paprika.
cold tea: brandy.
corn: any grain. mais or maize is the word for corn specifically.
dog's soup: water.
draught: the usual spelling for draft (you've been reading it wrong in your head haven't you); drink.
english manufacture: ale, beer, or cider.
fiddler's pay: thanks and wine (and no money).
grub: food.
grunting peck: a hog.
gut an oyster: to eat the oyster.
knock down: very strong ale or beer.
meat: any food, not just literal meat.
panam: bread.
pharaoh: a strong malt drink.
purl royal: canary (the drink) with a dash of wormwood.
ruff peck: bacon.
strip me naked: gin.
wibble: a sad drink.
wobble: to boil.
Medical Things
crinkum: venereal disease.
french pox: venereal disease.
lying in: a pregnant woman would be said to lie in until the birth.
People Things
abbess: a woman who runs a brothel.
baggage: an insulting term for a woman.
blue stocking: an educated woman.
christened by a baker: freckled
cucumber: a tailor.
jack of legs: a tall person.
jade: another not at all nice term for a woman.
jilt: a sex worker or kept mistress.
mechanic: a tradesman or workman.
mercer: a cloth merchant.
quean: sex worker.
whither go ye: a wife.
wife in water colors: a mistress.
Pirate & Sailing Things
admiral of the black / of the coast: the big wigs in the brethren of the coast.
black spot: a real thing; a smudge on one side of the paper and the written threat on the other. usually is a death threat.
blow the man down: kill someone.
chandler: a dealer offering ship supplies like robe, tools, etc.
crimp: procurring sailors by trickery or coercion.
davy jones's locker: a watery grave / to die at sea.
dead men tell no tales: exactly what it sounds like.
deadlights: the shutters that can clap down over a porthole or cabin window in bad weather; windows in a ship's side or deck, eyes.
fire in the hole: the warning before a cannon is fired.
give no quarter: refusal to spare the life of anyone that fights; a red flag raised on a pirate ship also signals this.
holy stone / bible stone: piece of sandstone used to scour the deck of a ship; big ones were bibles, small ones were prayer books - called so because it was used by getting on one's knees.
jack: a flag at the top of the bow - especially the one signaling ship nationality.
jack tar: a sailor.
line: the equator.
no prey, no pay: no ships taken, no pay received.
on the account: to turn pirate; to go to work for one's self.
pay debts with the topsail: to run off to sea to avoid debts.
real: (ree-al) a spanish denomination of money common in south america and the caribbean.
red ensign: a british naval flag.
refit: to resupply a ship. would always be referred to this particular way.
rum-gagger: someone who tells false stories of hardships at sea.
run a rig: to play a trick.
show a leg: wake up.
strike colors: lower the flag; typically a signal of surrender.
sutler: a merchant selling all manner of goods for supplies and repairs.
take a caulk: take a nap - comes from sleeping on a caulked deck which left streaks of tar down clothing.
warp: moving a vessel (especially along a dock) by hauling a line fastened to different things like pilings, anchors, or piers.
yellow jack: used to indicate illness (typically yellow fever) aboard - often used to try and trick pirates.
Place & Stuff Things
apartment: instead of the modern connotation of apartment, this wouldn't be a whole dwelling, but a rented room.
bowsing ken: an ale house.
brake: heavily overgrown area.
flats and sharps: weapons.
garret: an attic.
house of civil reception: a brothel.
jakes: a privy.
kennel: a gutter or street sewer.
lanthorn: a lantern.
magazine: a storehouse, especially for things like weapons. had just come into vogue as meaning periodical publication.
ordinary: a roadside inn with stabling for horses.
taper: a small candle.
tea voider: a chamber pot.
tube: sometimes a smoking pipe.
welkin: the sky.
Sex Stuff
box the jesuit: to masturbate.
buttered bun: having sex with a woman who just had sex with another man (i.e. as in a brothel).
crack jenny's tea cup: spending the night in a brothel.
cundum: a condom, usually made of sheep's skin (yes they had condoms).
doxy / doxies: a sex worker; can also refer to a kept woman.
dragon on/upon st. george / riding st. george: the woman topping.
fancy lad: a term for a male sex worker who usually services other men.
fancy man: a backdoor man (that is a man kept for the hanky panky).
flogging: pretty much the 18th c equivalent of spanking.
hell cat: considered a lewd woman; one who doesn't shy from her sexuality.
screw: to have sex (yes it's that old).
Slang Things:
admiral of the narrow seas: a drunk who vomits in his neighbor's lap.
apple dumpling shop: a woman's boobies.
been to an irish wedding: to have a black eye.
bring one's ass to anchor: sit down.
cast up one's account: to vomit.
dance the hempen jig: to hang.
dance with jack ketch: to hang.
fed with a fire shovel: to have a big mouth.
go a snail's gallop: to move slowly.
grin like a basket of chips: grin broadly.
hand like a foot: to have bad handwriting.
make faces: to have children.
milk the pidgeon: attempt the impossible.
navel-tied: to be inseparable.
piss more than he drinks: a braggart.
up the ladder to bed: to hang.
Social Things
banns: declaring intention to marry. in the anglican church it had to be read three sundays before a couple was allowed to marry.
cloud: tobacco.
fog: smoke.
guinea: a coin worth 21 shillings (just over a pound at the time).
hombre: a popular card game of the time.
make love: to flirt, did not meant to have sex.
macaroni: not food, but a specific type of dandy.
mrs.: applied to women of a certain age regardless of marital status.
naked: indecently dressed; a man without frock and waistcoat would be naked.
oaten pipe: a shepherd's flute made of reed.
penny: four farthings, one-twelfth of a shilling.
plain-work: basic sewing.
pound: twenty shillings.
ridotto: an entertainment with music and dancing.
shift: a woman's undergarment consisting of a thing loose dress of muslin or linen.
shirt: the linen shirt of a man, considered an undergarment.
toilet: a dressing table.
transportation: forcible exile for committing a crime, such as to the american colonies or australia.
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