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spadesandaces replied to your post “wormdelivre replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em...”

Do a local’s discount, or free ice cream the day you open and locals will love you. Build the good will early and you’ll be all set!

LOL. Ten percent discount if you show up with a driver’s license that has a cape cod address, twenty percent discount if you have a sunburn, thirty percent if you have a sunburn and promise to wear sunscreen for the rest of your life. 

ifiknewiwouldtellyou replied to your photo “I’m focacciaing it up!  This is actually a half recipe (I know it...”

I would suggest weighing the flour if possible, relative humidity is weird to baking.

I haven’t had a ton of luck using weight as opposed to measurement in bread baking, to be honest, precisely because of the relative humidity -- for me the cup measure is what I measure out, then I add slowly until it looks and feels right, which unless it’s DEEP winter usually isn’t all of the flour. Like you say, humidity. :D

drgaellon replied to your post “wormdelivre replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em...”

Books I've *PAID FOR* I have a much harder time throwing aside. I feel obligated to get my money's worth out of them, even when I've been snookered into buying a bad book.

Ah yeah, I rarely buy books anymore unless they’ve already impressed me or are super cheap -- living that library life, yo. If I’ve read a good book from the library I’ll often buy it, but there are too many bad books out there! :D

niennanir replied to your post “wormdelivre replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em...”

1 You'd eventually acclimate to Florida Summers 2 We air condition -everything-

Yeah but I’ve lived through summers in Texas and spent enough summer time in Florida to know that while I would acclimate, I would still suffer. :D TFW you walk outside and realize life would be so much easier if you had gills...

mollyscribbles replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em everyone, the garlic is...”

be absurdly careful with garlic around kitties.

Oh yes. They know they’re not allowed on the plant sill and I’ve made it very difficult for them to get onto it even if they wanted to, plus Deebs is only interested in the spider plant and Polk only wants to destroy, not to devour :D 

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spadesandaces replied to your post “Home. For the Drabble challenge. Thank you!”

Fantastic choice on the dress!

thank you, love!!! I like it too, and can so clearly picture Gaby in it :) xxx

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spadesandaces replied to your post “WIP game: hand”

Are you planning to post this when it's done? Please say yes! I love how you write these 2!

Yes, definitely planning to post it. For now, you can read the first chapter here.

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Trouble written in dirt on her knees

It was supposed to be absolutely different, but it ended up the way it did and here we are, @keanuchillz you wanted some smut, so there you go! Kinda dom!John I would say, (he’s always dominant in my fics tho).

SUMMARY: John finds you in some party place in short dress and scraped knees. A false assumption follows. Words:  1651; Warnings: wild smut; 

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The dance floor was crowded with girls in skimpy dresses and men trying their best to bring one of the girls home with them. Everyone was rubbing against each other and you just stood by the bar, waiting for John to arrive.

Your latest job was done perfectly, except for few bruises and cuts here and there, and maybe there was a chance you could done it all way faster, but there wasn’t any major damage you received.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you absolutely missed that part when some guy wraps his hand around your waist and leans close to your ear so he could whisper few things right into it, “I don’t know what you’re looking for, but I bet you look good at the dance floor.”

“Thank you, but I don’t dance with anyone” you chuckled, taking a final sip of your drink and placing the empty glass onto the bar. The guy smirked, trying to come up with a witty response, but before he could say anything John grew out in the place in front of you.

“I don’t appreciate you touching her the way you’re doing it now. So please, take your hands off my woman” he growled through his gritted teeth and you flinched away from the guy’s reach before Wick could start a fight. You could see how mad he was, eyebrows furrowed, eyes burning with hate, his fists clenched and ready to strike him in the face.

The guy was gone before you could ever see his face or pay attention to the hairstyle he had. As John moved closer to you it was quite clear that he was still tense, his knuckles were almost white now and you moved closer to him, placing your hand on his chest, sliding them under his jacket, leaning closer to kiss his pouty lips, to let his beard scratch your face, but he stood still.

When he leaned in you thought he would kiss you first, but he just brought his lips closer to your ear, “What happened to your knees? Were you scrapping someone else’s floor?” he asked in this overly calm tone that always gave you chills and you felt how one of them just ran down your spine.

“You see my scraped knees and by the condition of them, plus the fact that I was talking with some guy and you dare to assume that I was sucking someone’s else dick?” there was no point of keeping your voice low, because the upbeat music in this place was already loud enough, so there wasn’t a single person around that could hear your conversation, besides they were too busy dancing and drinking, “I thought you were more mature than that!” you almost shouted in his face, then turned around to walk away from him, but he grabbed you by your wrist and pressed his body close, his hips grinding into yours.

A soft moan left your lips, feeling how his body was pressed flush against your back, his teeth nibbling at the nape of your neck.

“I only wanted to know what happened to your knees” he growled straight into your ear, eliciting another moan from your lips. You could feel how his fingers were digging into your flesh through the fabric of your dress, how he clung to your hips pressing them further onto his.

“By making, a very false assumption, about me sucking somebody’s cock. Nice way of showing your concern” when you tried to free yourself from his grip he thrusted his hips, his hand gripping you tighter and you could feel his hard cock pressed against your butt.

“I’m going to fuck you on the dance floor if you won’t stop being such a brat” his hand moved to you neck and now he was holding you by the throat, your head pressed to his shoulder.

You moved your head to the side, so you could look at him. The way his eyes darkened when your gazes met, the way he bared his teeth in the overly primal gesture, his other hand tucking the hem of your dress from behind, slowly sliding between your legs showed you that all of this was serious business and it will be dark and filthy.

“Do it” grip of his hand placed around your throat tightened and you moaned his name, “J-Joooohn...”

“You’re only mine” he growled again biting your neck, making sure he’ll leave a harsh mark for everyone to see.

You could feel him hard against your ass and you ached to touch him, pushing your hips closer to the front of his pants, grinding into it, wiggling your arse so you could tease him even more.

“Please, let me touch you, baby…” you stand on your tiptoes, slighty moving your head to the side, so you can whisper into his ear, your breathing shallow.

“Oh yes, I know you’d like that” he spoke through his gritted teeth, his hand pressed between your legs teasingly caressing you through the fabric of your panties. You caught a glimpse of his stare, his eyes dark and full of lust.

You swallowed, nodding slowly few times, he pulled your underwear to the side, dipping his fingertips into your wetness, “L-Let me take care of you John…”

He pressed his palm to your dripping cunt, cupping it harshly, sliding his fingers inside you, making you whimper. “No” he said firmly, his thumb pressed to your clit began to draw circles into it, few moans leaving your mouth, “I’m going to show you…”

“Show me what?” you asked him, as his fingers were pumping in and out of you in a steady pace, curling them at the right spot.

When you wanted to slip away from his grip, he dug his fingers further into your hip, before he moved it to your throat, squeezing it harshly, stopping your air flow for a moment, making you see stars, your head pirouetting.

“Show you that you’re only mine…” he growled and moved his hand from between your legs to your ass, so he could give you few rough slaps.

You moaned loudly when his hand collided with your skin, pushing your ass back towards his touch, “Fuck, J-John…” you whispered, pressing your head to his arm, letting it rest for a moment.

“Yes, that’s what I’m going to do right now” he slapped your ass again, his hand on your throat clenching again and he bit your neck again, making you scream.

Luckily the whole place was crowded, the music thudding, no one was listening to you talking, nor paid attention to the things that were happening between you two right now.

John unzipped his pants, freeing his rock hard cock from them, bending your body towards the front a little, so he could slide inside you more easily.

“Tell me you’re mine” he demanded in his thick voice, the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance.

“I-I…” you whimpered, your voice trailing off into a moan when he slid himself a little bit further inside you.

He flinched back and slapped your ass again, pulling you closer, his fingers back between your folds. You moaned, moving your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers.

“I didn’t hear anything darling” he said and pressed his fingertips to your clit, rubbing you harshly again and again.

“J-John, please…” you whimpered, “I-I’m all yours…”

“Yesss, good girl” he hissed, moving his hand to your front, getting a better angle to rub your clit and sliding his cock inside you, “You are all mine…” he mumbled.

“F-Fuck… J-Joooohn” you moaned, your breath hitching in your throat when his cock filled you.

He groaned biting your shoulder, his hips snapping forward again and again.

“F-Fuck, baby, right there…” you kept whispering into his ear. For someone, that wasn’t aware of the whole situation it looked like the two of you were just dancing. Dancing quite dirty, but it was just a dance, nothing more.

John chuckled and pulled out of you but before you could protest, he drove right back into you, hitting the spot and staying buried inside you, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, before starting to fuck you faster again, getting you closer and closer.

“B-Baby, I-I’m g-… fuck…” you moaned, finding it harder to form coherent sentences, as he kept fucking you harder and faster.

“Cum on my cock darling” he moaned.

When he drove into you again, brushing your spot once more and you felt how your legs begin to shake and his hand from your neck moved to your hips, so he can securely hold you in place. Your walls were clenching around him, loud moans leaving your lips.

You held onto him tightly, your body shaking as the pleasure washed over you and you felt his hot release fill you, moaning softly and wrapping your legs around him to keep him close.

John moaned loudly into your neck as he came, his hot release filling you, “I want to see how it drips down your legs” he grunted into your ear, before sliding his cock from you and fixing his pants. He pulled your dress down, so your ass was properly covered, spinning you around, so he could face you.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself” you breathed against his mouth, hovering inches from them, but not kissing him the way he’d like to be kissed.

With his hand at the back of your neck he pressed your face onto his, your lips smashed together. He sneaked his tongue inside your mouth, like he was trying to count all of your teeth, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“I’m always proud of myself” he whispers into your ear, before leaving you and heading to the bar, ordering himself a drink, his hot load dripping down your legs.

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thank you x idk what you look like cos you don't have a tagged/me and your Walking Dead book is covering most of your face but your eyes and hair are really nice if that counts for anything?

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wormdelivre replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em everyone, the garlic is...”

May I ask how you planted it? Did you have seeds or from a garlic itself??

I don’t know if you can even get garlic seeds per se -- you just break off a clove, especially one that might have a bit of a green tip to it, husk off the papery stuff, and shove it in the ground! :D 

drgaellon replied to your post “Question as an oldster and fandom lurker, since you are an author and...”

I never comment on how bad I think a fic is; I just backspace out of it. It's the fic that's GOOD except for... That's the fic that I want to offer help. And, yes, Sam, I do backspace out of fics for spelling and grammar errors - but generally multiples of them. When I'm spending more time cringing at the errors than I am enjoying the plot, that's a fic I abandon reading.

I mean, I have zero problem with the backspace! I do it myself all the time. I don’t want anyone to think they have to read every fanfic they open, I’m choosy about what I open and then choosier about what I finish. I think that’s the healthiest way possible to interact with fanfic. (Books these days only get fifty pages to impress me before I throw them aside as well :D)

everbright-mourning replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em everyone, the garlic is...”

Is the picture from yesterday? It's still pitch dark 10 minutes from the Wis border.

LOL yes it was from yesterday evening. It was still dark out here, too, but the sprouts had grown significantly -- I just didn’t have a good way to light them. 

queerenbian replied to your photo “Good morning! Up and at em everyone, the garlic is...”

"good morning?" sam, it's 4 am???

Technically morning! :D 

niennanir replied to your photo “gameraboy1: Hoot Hoot Ice Cream Shack, Los Angeles, 1935 Just one of...”

Sarasota Florida would welcome you with open arms and the more profanely terrifying the owl the more we would like it.

It’s going on the shortlist, though I don’t think I could survive a Florida summer...

spadesandaces replied to your post “spadesandaces replied to your photo “gameraboy1: Hoot Hoot Ice Cream...”

The outer cape is my hometown, and I can 100% say it would be noticed immediately. Don’t underestimate the local population and how much they see and how quickly news travels. Maybe you can get a concession permit for one of the ocean beaches? I’d rather got to the owl than an ice cream truck!

See, I think the local people would notice, but would they narc? I WONDER! 

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spadesandaces replied to your photo “gameraboy1: Hoot Hoot Ice Cream Shack, Los Angeles, 1935 Just one of...”

P-town or Brewster are your best bets. They have a sense of humor and might be able to get it past the planning commission and the zoning board

Here’s what I wonder: having zoomed around the cape for a year or two now, would anyone notice if I just...put it up in the middle of the night? Like just overnight an ice cream owl appeared? I bet there are at least a couple of places on the outer cape I could get away with it.  

thegollux replied to your link “モモの下水道＠COMITIA130_う29a on Twitter”

it pours so badly though!!! surely the kind of person who wants to own a ...penis creamer (oh god)... wants one that pours well??

I did wonder about that. It looked like it would be terrible to actually use. :D 

coffee-wine-zoloft replied to your post “Question as an oldster and fandom lurker, since you are an author and...”

So many fragile writers on these notes. Writing isn't sacred. Pointing out factual errors isn't criticism...

Big talk from someone who apparently doesn’t actually create any content themselves. 

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nowordsforthis replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”

Blasphemy roulette sounds like something we would have played at my high school.

They did not look to be long out of high school themselves, I have to say. I was mostly watching this all in delight but one portion of me felt very old and another was like ‘Eyy, the kids are all right.” 

koramberlynne replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”

Looks like tetherball. *Dangerous* tetherball.

Especially since when you walk out onto the field to try and play the tetherball, security will come and get mad at you for “climbing on the art” :D

goldenmeme replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”

Sam how could you not mention that the rock has grotesque eyes and a mouth?

Look, I had to discover that for myself as I walked around it and if I had to, everyone else should as well. 

prairie-grass replied to your photo “Checked in on the Cryptids and caught Dearborn practicing her yelling....”

She's summoning SOMETHING

Probably Polk. :D 

rsfcommonplace replied to your photo “Hirshhorn Museum! The Duchamp exhibit was slightly underwhelming but I...”

Car Being Driven By Disappointed Rock is my favorite.

I will say the discovery that the rock has a face totally altered my interpretation of the piece, so well done artist I guess...

tehnakki replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”

That museum frybread is some GOOD SHIT.

Right? I was a little sad not to get some, but I really wanted some french fries. And I’ve had it before, so at least I know of its goodness :D 

arsenicjade replied to your post “A brief overview of my day: I did the tour of the Bureau of Engraving...”

I love the engraving tour, it's so fucking arcane

What struck me as super interesting about seeing the presses going is that it’s like, there’s layers and layers of security, no photography allowed, very strict rules, but the guys running the presses are like...every dude in every machine/wood shop I’ve ever met. Big burly working-class union guys who are using a spare 2x4 to prop up the part that never quite sits where it’s supposed to in the machine and wash their tupperware in the dump sink. 

kitsparrow replied to your post “oh my gosh, tell me more about this much ado about nothing timeline of...”

Sam, I am OBSESSED with this idea. What would you need to be bribed with to at least write it?

I’m not sure it could be written, is the thing. Like you could write it in the sense of novelizing the play, or you could write it into the play with a shitload of stage directions, but I don’t think either would be truly satisfying. I might do some kind of larger treatment of it, though, somehow. 

katestamps replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”

Rescues will take old sheets and towels, if you’re replacing yours! They won’t care if they have holes.

Oh, good to know! Usually I reuse them -- I never lack for uses for fabric -- but that’s the kind of info it’s good to pass on. 

spadesandaces replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”

When you buy new sheets, please review them! I need new ones but I’m afraid I won’t like whichever ones I buy

Which is one reason I haven’t bought yet -- sheets are kind of pricey, and often cheaper online, but I don’t want to buy sheets I can’t touch-test ahead of time. Especially since I’m shopping for lightweight summer sheets and all the ones I like the look of turn out on closer inspection to be flannel :P 

figtreeandvine replied to your photo “LOL, that’s like, half a mile from where I live! The perils of naming...”

If I were the sort of person who stole road signs I would send you the "Welcome to Polk County" sign I pass every time we go to the beach. Sometimes it sucks being a good citizen. ��

I have oft considered stealing the “Dearborn and Polk” corner street sign, but it just seems like so much work :D Thwarted by my own laziness, that’s me. 

thedarkbunny replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”

Have you looked into dissipative gloves? They're not quite on par with a grounding bracelet, but they're pretty good at dampening shocks.

I’d never heard of them! But I looked them up and....they have a real supervillain look about them :D Not sure the cats would enjoy them either. 

nogling replied to your post “bibliofran replied to your post “Hi Sam! I was curious, and hope...”

You should probably invest in a decent humidifier, to help with the static. Also with your sinuses. Chicago is pretty dry, anyway, but it’s so much worse in the winter.

This is  very true, though I can’t say I’ve found humidifiers to be super effective in the sense of actually tamping down on the dryness or static. It feels kind of like leaving a faucet running -- more moisture is probably getting into the air, but it’s tough to tell. I think I’d need probably one of the sizeable, pricey industrial “humidify your whole room” ones to make it worthwhile, but my past experience hasn’t encouraged me to make that kind of spend. 

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house-elf-magic replied to your photo “Tonight's Hanukkah gift is Vidalia onions and saffron, because mum...”

Do you have the thumbprint cookie recipe on hand by chance?

Sure! It’s here. You’ll have to scroll a bit to get to it (they sandwiched the recipe into the middle of the post) but it’s worth it, it’s super easy AND super delicious. No modifications or suggestions, it’s a great recipe. 

yolandaash replied to your post “prairie-grass replied to your photoset “I’ve been talking to my...”

I read a pretty scathing review, I think it was one of the Hallmark Hanukkah where they said neither character seemed to understand Hanukkah or Christmas, but I am glad you found some that were better executed.

I don’t feel like I can properly review them in some ways, not being Jewish, but I feel like Double Holiday at least made a real effort to show a Jewish heroine having to do a bunch of annoying Christmas stuff while trying to celebrate Hanukkah with her family -- like there was a genuine sense of “this Christmas stuff AGAIN”. There’s a lot of emphasis on how “our holidays aren’t REALLY different” because they’re both about family, community, giving, etc. which is kind of bunkum, and it’s certainly not perfect, but it’s a lot less “Hanukkah is the Jewish Christmas!” than I expected. 

janedrewfinally replied to your post “I’ve seen a number of people say that they thought the CGI in Cats...”

They are apparently sending a new version out to theaters on Thursday that fixes some of the missing effects (specifically the random human hand stuff).

Yeah, and I can’t figure out if we saw the fixed one or not! The one we saw wasn’t horrifying and I didn’t notice some of the stuff people had talked about, but definitely we saw the human hands. 

celticjade13 replied to your post “Good morning kids! We're going to see CATS the cinematic musical...”

OMG, the Call of the Wild trailer. It was attached to Knives Out when I saw it today, and for the first part of the trailer, I was like, "What is wrong with that dog?" Then I realized they CGI'd the dog. And it's not subtle. Once you realize it's there, you cannot unsee it. It really annoyed me for the rest of that trailer and partway into the next one.

I mean, in some ways I’m ok with the CGI dog since it means they probably didn’t have to use a real dog, and some of the stunts the CGI dog does look super dangerous, but at the same time it....it doesn’t look real. It looks like one step up from something that might have been made in the Who Framed Roger Rabbit universe. 

thedorismith replied to your photo “Tonight's Hanukkah gift is Vidalia onions and saffron, because mum...”

For a moment I thought you were using the onion spread on the thumbprint cookies, and shuddered. But then I thought, while it might be the worst thing ever/nasty prank to play, it could also quite possibly be amazingly good.

Well, it’s not quite a spread, it’s sliced (and I presume cooked) onion in a sauce, but it is a sweet-barbecue kind of a deal. I suspect the onion would just straight up overwhelm the shortbread of the cookie, but I might try it just to see! :D

spadesandaces replied to your link “Foiled Charlestown Lobster Heist "Was a Very Boston Experience for...”

This is such a mass fisherman kind of story. If you call the cops, they impound the evidence, ie the lobsters...which will all die and be worthless. Better to handle it yourself.

And we know there’s good odds “impound the evidence” means every cop in Boston gets lobster dinner :D 

jareckithekid replied to your post “If you’re feeling angry about today’s news of JK Rowling’s ongoing...”

What does that do exactly

It makes people who are angry feel like they’ve done something productive with their anger, and it makes vulnerable people who are hurt by her remarks feel loved and supported so they know they’re not alone. Admittedly it’s less edgy than asking slightly snide questions on other peoples’ posts, but it seems like it probably does more good. 

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themiscyra1983 replied to your photo “It’s so nice I have a cat who coordinates with the decor, even if she...”

God Polk is such a grown cat now I can't believe it, I keep thinking of the two of them as tiny kittens despite photographic evidence to the contrary

They are such babies though! They still look like teeange cats and act like kittens. I still call them ���the kittens” myself! 

mangy-mongrel replied to your photo “It’s so nice I have a cat who coordinates with the decor, even if she...”

I could barely make her out! She's cat-moflaged

AHAHAHA  A GOOD PUN. 

tyrannosaurus-trainwreck replied to your photo “It’s so nice I have a cat who coordinates with the decor, even if she...”

It's Polk's blanket now.

I mean, aren’t they all. The cats claim every blanket that comes into this home. Except the scary black and white electric blanket, they don’t like that one. 

junker5 replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

Did you get the slow clap out?? So glad you got to do the exit interview. Happy vacation!!!

spadesandaces replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

Did they slow clap you out? Was it glorious?

Alas, I left on a day when almost everyone was working from home, so we did not do the slow clap. 

I’m.....I’m kind of ok with it, being honest. 

voyageboots replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

Whats for lunch? Besides the sweet sweet taste of freedom?

I had a hamburger! I do love a good hamburger. 

shirokou replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

What is an exit interview???? I have never head of one.

I think someone else said, but just in case -- when you leave a job in America, particularly an office job or a white-collar job of any kind, you generally have one. They’re usually semi-optional; you go to Human Resources to turn in your ID, keys, and computer, which is not optional, and then you’re offered the chance to tell them why you’re leaving. In my case, after turning in all my stuff, they walked me through a 10 minute survey where they asked me a bunch of questions about my reasons for leaving and what my experience had been, and then I had the opportunity to give any additional comments. 

Which I did. A lot. 

gemini-melia replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

Was your exit interview *with* your boss?!

OH THANK GOODNESS NO. 

So, I have (had, I guess) two people I refer to as my “boss” -- the person who directly manages me, and the person who actually makes policy decisions for our team. The person who manages me tried to do an exit interview with me and I was like “This is inappropriate and I’m not comfortable with it” and then I did the HR interview, which was with a human resources officer. I just had a lot of feedback to give about my “upper” boss, the person who makes policy decisions. I actually really liked my manager, I made sure to state to HR that she was lovely and my problem was not with her. 

look-at-the-stars-tonight replied to your post “I turned in my laptop, ID, corporate credit card, and keys, deleted my...”

are you okay?

I am, shockingly. More okay than I thought I’d be. I was terrified I’d cry, but I was very sane and rational and got all I had to say out with the help of my Talking Points Document. I’m so glad I wrote it all down.  

ameliahcrowley replied to your link “Eat My Words: Cookbooks in Early Modern England | Newberry”

Ooh! Ancient Roman cookery is *fun* (although it gets frustrating when you see how many otherwise vegetarian foods require garum). I made a Placenta (I know, but it's actually a pastry/cake) one time and then shortly later we went to Sardinia and discovered that Seadas is almost identical, so basically it's not so much an ancient recipe being rediscovered as it is *still being made*.

Yeah, honestly, a lot of Roman cooking is like “Oh, this is just X with a weirder sauce.” And while Garum is much more complicated to make, I’m given to understand that BASICALLY you can mix ketchup and worcestershire sauce to get more or less the same thing. 

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strix-alba replied to your photo “After the beach this morning, we went shopping. Shopping on Cape Cod...”

!!!! Boston-based antique-shop fan here: What shop is that/where was it, do you remember? It looks delightful

spadesandaces replied to your photo “After the beach this morning, we went shopping. Shopping on Cape Cod...”

10$ says it’s birdwatchers general store in Orleans

@spadesandaces is correct, the one on the left is Birdwatchers General Store, which is not an antique store but a bird and birdwatching themed gift store. They also sell bulk birdseed and such :D 

The one on the right is not really an antique store either but it’s closer to, it’s Yak Arts also in Orleans. There’s a decent bookstore next door to it, too.

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@spadesandaces replied to your post:Rogue Sauna Club: Jesse called after my nap and...

Oh my god. I think you ARE dating

I don’t think dating somebody without you not knowing that works outside of movies and fanfic. Like in real life I would say you do actually know if you are dating somebody. You just know. Also I have an actual date tomorrow so it would be sort of decent of me not to date anybody else simultaneously. 

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@spadesandaces replied to your post:Start of this month I tried to eat less candy. I...

You can do it! Cold turkey is the way to go. I had to give up chocolate 10 years ago and that’s how I did it.

Thank you for this encouragement! It’s going great! But then it’s only been 24 hours so maybe there is really no reason to celebrate that I have managed to not eat candy for one day. That doesn’t seem that big of an achievement. 

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@spadesandaces replied to your post:I established a sauna club with a strange guy I...

Make the shirts!

I already have a solid design, because I have like no chill. So probably those will be made and then next week I can just let my crazy shine :)

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Get to know you tag game

Rules: Tag nine some people you want to get to know better.

I was tagged by @thesokovianaccords - thanks, Livia!

Favourite colours: In general, I gravitate towards the primaries (red, yellow, blue) but really, I feel like most colours can wow me in the right setting.

Currently reading: My current read is a secret, because I also bought a copy for a friend, and I don't want to give away the surprise. Before that, most recently, I finished Caroline Kepnes' You. Joe Goldberg is even more unlikeable in the book than in the show, something I didn't think was possible.

Last series: @citrusy-fangirl and I are watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine together (first time watching for her) and I'm enjoying re-meeting these characters again. Especially Terry. Robot loves Terry.

Last movie: My mom and I watched No Time to Die last night. There was a lot of wine and some judicious wolf-whistling involved. I'm still not entirely sure I understood the plot, but I always miss things in these movies the first time, so I'll just have to give it another look (maybe without my mom and the wine).

Last song: "Easy on Me" by Adele.

Sweet, savoury or spicy: All three together, please! Though I definitely have a sweet tooth, probably because sweets are a rarer indulgence for me.

Currently working on: I'm not working on anything very seriously just now, to give the creative well time to refill before Steggy Secret Santa (and if you haven't signed up for that yet, please please do!).

Tagging: @excessively--diverted, @theawkwardterrier, @doctorhelena, @zan77, @to-kill-a-mockinggirl, @spadesandaces, @kirarahu, @ahmenophus, @dreamer-wisher-liar

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Dead as dead can be: Itchy bones

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven

It’s a teaser/prologue for the upcoming John Constantine chaptered series called “Dead as dead can be”. This scene appeared in my mind after I re-watched Constantine for like the twentieth time and so it is. I have a thing for dark women in fiction where the plot line is based around supernatural element. So yes, let’s begin the adventure ;)

SUMMARY: A very old friend found a twisted way of asking John for a favor. Words: 983; Warnings: smoking;

Readers tag list:

@spookier-than-u; @sparrowsparrow; @magdazwolska; @mikaneonox; @derangedcupcake; @geostarr; @catsmieow; @wickedlangdon; @bodhi-black; @bugalouie; @onebatch--twobatch; @fandom-lover-4; @drunkonyellow; @semtempoirmaoo; @spadesandaces; @harrisongslimited​;

“How was death, Jonathan?” Her sultry voice echoed in his ears, “Or should I ask: how was hell?” She was always so overconfident, he could assume it was the cause of her premature death. John decided that this time it all was worthy at least some effort and turned around to face her; he removed the unlit cigarette from between his chapped lips right before the sight of her made him drop it to the ground.

Crimson lace of the gown that was hugging her body, underlining every curve of her figure definitely didn’t fit in the usual-Friday-night-outfit scheme. It was something more than that and she was much more than an usual human being.

The woman smiled, showing him two rows of perfectly white teeth, along with the set of her long fangs. She flicked her tongue across her lips, painted in matte crimson, and smiled even wider, the corners of her mouth curling, forming an evil smirk on her gorgeous face.

Making few steps towards him, her stilettos clicked on the crooked concrete tiles, but there wasn’t any flinch nor any stumble, she kept slowly sauntering closer to him like she was walking a catwalk.

John placed the cigarette back in between his lips, his hand moved to the pocket of his jacket in a search for his golden lighter, but even before he could reach it, digging it out to the surface, she already lit the cig with a silver one she held in her slim fingers.

After snapping the lid close, she touched his chin with her long nail, that was neatly covered in scarlet varnish and slid it down onto his neck, “I heard you quit, Jonathan, many years ago”, her fingers squeezed his throat. He hissed at her, his action triggering her giggle.

Her other hand wandered to his lips, snatching the lighted smoke from them and putting it to her own. After two quick drags she inhaled the smoke and gave it back to him, “Thanks” John growled through his gritted teeth when she placed the cancer stick between his lips.

Exhaling the smoke she breathed it directly into his face and he coughed few times, the harsh smoke making his eyes water. When she removed her hand from his throat he could finally catch a proper breath and fully enjoy the cig. She took a step back, but kept staring at him, the evil grin not leaving her face.

“What do you want?” He growled at her again, the tough sound that left his mouth made the lines on her forehead more visible. She slid her hand down her neck and onto the deep cleavage of her dress, “Perhaps you should stop flirting and start talking.”

The laugh that filled her whole body and bubbled on her lips, bouncing of every wall, echoing on every street, woke up the whole city, “You never were a fan of relationships” in a second she was back to absolute-and-utter-calm pinched with a small amount of revengeful spite, “rumor had it, that it all changed with Angela” he finished his cigarette and dropped it to the pavement, stepping onto it with his boot.

“Nothing changed with anyone.”

“Yet you still keep an eye on her” she started to circle him like he was her prey and she waited for the perfect moment to devour him.

After another lap he finally failed to remain calm and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving, “Can you tell me what the fuck do you want from me?” He tightened the grip he had on her wrist, the lace cuff of her dress tickling his skin.

With furrowed brows she took one step closer, their bodies almost pressed into each other.

“Don’t touch the flame if you don’t want to get burned” she was back to her bullshit with the sultry tone of her voice, batting eyelashes at him, the evil grin still glued to her lips.

“Cut the poetical bullshit. I’m not helping you in any way, kiss my ass sweetheart” John let go of her hand and slapped it back when she wanted to touch his.

“Jonathan, I’d love to kiss your bubbly butt, but it’s not a time nor a place for it. Besides, I wouldn’t stalk you here if it wasn’t something serious” he rolled his eyes at her and dig out another cigarette from the pack he kept in the inside pocket of his coat. She snatched it from his hand even before he had the chance to place it between his lips and crushed it in her hand letting the tobacco debris fly from it freely.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he tried his best not to say few things out loud. With hands clenched into fists he stood with his face directly in front of hers, “You know how my bones are itchy for you” she started with her voluptuous tone, trying to hypnotize him and his mind began to pirouette, his tensed muscles become relaxed, when his fists became un-clenched she slid a small envelope into his hand, “maybe in another life I could finally be with you” he turned to a piece of clay she could form freely with both of her hands now, “and have you, in all of the ways I always wanted to, because yes I do, I want you.”

After few blinks he finally retrieved his mental skills, “Get to the point” he spoke softly, but her figure disappeared from his vision long ago, before he was able to say anything. A loud “fuck” escaped from his lips and few by-passers turned around to see who was cursing on the street.

The only proof of her existence was the matte ivory envelope he held firmly in his hand, an unlit cigarette in other and an imprint of her red lipstick on his cheek.