#cookies and cabernet

[subby-sab]

Today is 4th of December.

Today is Cabernet Franc Day, International Cheetah Day, National Cookie Day.

#Cabernet Franc day #international cheetah day #national cookie day

[adore-laur]

YOU MAKE IT FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS

— a holiday addition to the dadrry universe 🎄

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Red wine is an elixir of reminiscence.

As twilight fades into dusk, you let the velvety Cabernet Sauvignon warm your bloodstream and bring forth memories of the festive seasons gone by. Childhood recollections of sneaking down the hallway before sunrise, captivated by the magical scene made by the plump man who somehow slid down the chimney. Wrapping presents galore while sitting by the twinkling evergreen, the stacks piling higher and higher each year. Baking desserts and listening to Christmas music, the scent of gingerbread mingling with the seaside air. All those moments were nostalgia happening in real-time, engulfing you until they unraveled like a ribbon box of wistfulness.

You're lost in a blissful reverie while watching Harry swiftly round the kitchen island. He's eating the last half of a frosted cookie and untucking his black henley from his sweatpants.

"You've gone quiet on me," he says while chewing, his fist raised to his mouth.

Your vision breaks away from him and refocuses on the entrancing flames in the fireplace. "Just thinking."

"'Bout what?" he asks, reclaiming his glass of wine that he abandoned on the mantle shelf.

"How this will be our eighth Christmas together."

He whistles in a decrescendo and sits next to you. "Really? How are you not sick of me yet?"

"Trust me, you push the limit sometimes."

"Only because I love you."

You roll your eyes affectionately, then say, "I was also thinking about how emotional I'll be tomorrow."

Harry smiles as he begins soothingly rubbing your back. "You always get emotional on Christmas."

At the mere thought of it, you flatten your lips and look at him miserably. The childlike wonder you'll get to witness is nothing to shed tears over, yet you can't help but know you'll feel the pitiful pull on your maternal heartstrings.

"I'm a mess," you say defeatedly.

"No, no, no. Come here and give me a hug." He instinctively reaches for your hand and tugs you toward him. "Bring it in."

You clumsily situate yourself in his lap and curl into his warm body. Your muscles relax, but the tears still spill over. It's irrevocable.

"Why are you crying?" Harry croons, propping his chin on your head and swaying you consolingly. "Hmm? You break my heart when you cry."

Sniffling, you bury your face into his chest and mumble, "She's growing up too fast."

His throat bobs. "I know. It hurts me too."

"But it hurts, like, deep in my soul. Sometimes I physically feel the ache when I look at her."

"She's three." The featherlight touch of his fingertips trails up and down your spine. "That's still young, yeah? And don't forget, we've got a new little baby."

"She's our firstborn, though," you say mournfully, staring at him. You remember exactly what it felt like to hold her for the first time. She changed everything for us. It feels like it was just yesterday when we brought her home, and now she's walking around and doing things all by herself. Where did the time go?"

"I don't have the answer to that, sweetheart," Harry replies, his eyes darting over your distraught face. "Time goes by too quickly."

"She starts preschool next year." You shake your head in disbelief and gape at him incredulously. "Harry, do you hear me? Preschool."

"I hear you." He looks genuinely concerned as he shifts his legs in order to hold you better, cradling the sides of your head to stop it from shaking. It's smart of him to do so since the wine is making you a bit dizzy. "Hey, I hear you. Always. We'll cry in the car together when we drop her off on her first day, deal? Right now, let's focus on tonight and enjoy Christmas Eve. Let's watch our babies grow one day at a time."

More tears sting your eyes and nose like a thousand tiny bees. "Do you feel it when you look at her?"

His features turn sad, yet a ghost of a smile still appears. "Of course," he whispers. "It's embarrassing the number of times I've teared up just from watching her simply exist."

"You know what always gets me?" you ask thoughtfully. A tender kiss is planted on your forehead as encouragement to continue. "When she brings you seashells. It kills me every time."

The corner of his mouth twitches. "I hope she never stops doing that. It melts my heart."

"She's so sweet. We're raising such a beautiful girl."

"Two beautiful girls."

You pout, feeling overwhelmingly sentimental. "I want to wake them up and snuggle with them."

"Don't," he says with a wary laugh, "or they'll be cranky little devils tomorrow morning."

"I love waking them up, though."

"So do I," he agrees in a way so sincere that it makes you even more emotional. "Although tomorrow we'll be the ones woken up first."

You sigh dreamily. "That's true. I love it when they open their sleepy eyes, and the first thing they see is me. And then they smile."

To provide your children with a sense of happiness, even if they're not fully conscious of it yet, is the greatest gift you could ever possess.

"Being their first smile of the day," Harry says softly, "is what being a parent is all about, you know? Getting to see their faces look more and more like yours each day. Hearing them laugh and holding them in my arms. I always think to myself how fuckin' lucky I am to be their dad."

Letting a teardrop fall, you finally succumb to the wine-drunk dramatics. "They love you so much."

It's his turn for his eyes to sparkle with tears. "They're my girls. My best friends."

"You are everything to them. The way they look at you and listen to every word you speak is so amazing. I can't think of anything quite like it."

Tracing the pad of his thumb across your cheekbone, Harry says, "They have my favorite parts of your face. When they smile, their eyes shape and light up the same way yours do." He hums thoughtfully and dances his gaze around your features. "Got their mom's nose, too."

You wipe your tears and take a sip of wine, letting him continue admiring you like a work of art in the Louvre. You do the same to him, obsessed with how the light from the flames flickers over his skin. Your lucky stars are definitely out tonight.

"I want you to get gray hair," you blurt, not even realizing what you said until Harry retracts his head with a bewildered expression.

"I beg your pardon?" he asks through a shocked laugh, reaching for his wine glass. "I'm only thirty-two! Good grief, woman."

Shrugging, you imagine the inevitable physical change. Maybe the one curly strand of hair that always falls over his forehead will start to lighten into an ash color. Or perhaps it'll start with his stubble turning a salt and pepper two-tone. Either way, you know you'll be all over him when it happens.

"It'd be hot, just saying."

"You're a dirty liar," he murmurs around the rim of his glass, his voice slightly muffled.

"A dad I'd like to fuck is what you are. Sue me."

Harry smirks gradually, his lips stained with a delectable shade of scarlet. "What," he enunciates slowly, "has gotten into you tonight?"

"Nothing," you say coyly. "You're just really attractive when you drink wine."

His pupils appear darker and more dilated as he intensely stares at you. His cheeks are tinted with a flush due to the alcohol. Whenever they draw up in a smile, his dimples emerge, and he's genuinely never looked more kissable. Because his mouth... oh, his mouth.

When Harry sets his wine down and finally lingers it near your ear, his berry-scented breath sending shivers across your entire body, you're his entirely. He then speaks in a drawl that makes you tighten your legs around his waist. "I think this wine has gone from here"—he hovers his fingers over your stomach and then trails them up to your temple, tapping twice—"to here."

You swallow a noise of desperation. "I want you to kiss me."

Nipping your earlobe, he asks, "Where, baby?"

"Your choice."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes. Don't test my patience."

He doesn't say anything and promptly lays you down on your back, the carpet providing cushioning as your husband hovers over you with his hands placed on either side of your dizzy head. The room spins, but all you focus on is him.

He takes his time and leaves slow, practiced kisses on your lips, coaxing them open with his wine-flavored tongue. It's as clear as day that he's never lost his temptation. If anything, it's grown now that he knows how to get specific reactions out of you. If he nudges his nose against yours, you'll take control of his mouth. If he reaches for your ankle, you'll spread your legs further apart. If he walks his fingers down your inner thigh, well, you won't hesitate to flip positions.

Eight years with him prove he knows every instinct of your body like no one else does.

"Harry, we can't," you say when he starts rocking his hips. "I'm not cleared yet."

He stops and groans against your shoulder. "Fuck."

The doctor hasn't given you the green light to have sex again since giving birth a month ago. If you're being completely honest, you're almost dreading when it'll finally happen because of how it felt after having your first child. It wasn't pleasurable, it didn't last long, and you weren't feeling the best about your postpartum appearance. Harry had been gracious and attentive, but, for lack of better words, it sucked.

"Did I ruin the moment?" you ask, your skin prickly with embarrassment.

"No," Harry breathes out. "Hell no. Look at you, baby. I'm unbelievably hard right now."

"Should we... can we—"

"We can just do foreplay if that's what you're asking. It's completely up to you."

Your tipsy brain thinks of one thing and one thing only. "Thigh."

His eyebrows twitch as he licks the corner of his mouth. "Hmm? You're mumbling."

"Thigh," you utter again.

"My what? I can't hear you over the fire."

"Harry," you grit out impatiently. "You know what I'm saying. Please, before the mood is actually ruined."

"You wanna ride it?" he asks for confirmation.

"Yes. Now shut up."

"We have to be quiet, darling."

"I can be quiet. Can you be quiet?"

"With you on my lap? Probably not."

Looking up at the ceiling and taking a calming breath, you say, "This is so risky. I hate you."

Harry tuts. "Why do you hate me?"

"Because you're so..." you trail off, searching for the right word. "So alluring all the time. And I can't help myself when you look at me like you do. It's aggravating."

"Personally, I think it's just your hormones talking." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. "The baby monitor is on the couch, love, so don't worry. We'll make this nice and quick."

"Fine. Okay."

He stretches his legs out while you position yourself over his thigh. Your underwear is already damp as you begin slowly grinding over the thick muscle. He's hard under his sweatpants—a sight you've missed seeing and being able to do something about it. His hands latch onto your waist to guide your movements, and he moans as his whole body shudders from the first sexually intimate contact he's had with you in a month.

"Someone's got an appetite tonight," he says proudly. "It's okay, so do I. But we gotta be quiet."

A salacious thrill runs down your spine because of his determination to get you off. As you use his thigh and grip his shoulders, the fire beside you heats your already ignited body. He searches for your lips, his skin glowing, eyebrows pinched with pleasure. His broad chest provides support as you lean into him, feeling the pulse of your forthcoming orgasm grow stronger. You need it desperately. You're attempting to keep any noises from escaping, but it's been so insufferably long since you've felt him this way. Moans, whimpers, and panted breaths unabashedly break loose.

"Look at me," Harry says lowly. "What did I say? Do I need to cover your mouth?"

"You're making noise too! Don't—"

His large palm covers the lower half of your face, cutting off your sentence. "What did I say?" he repeats.

You roll your eyes and continue circling your hips over him to offer some relief. "I'm almost there," you mumble against his hand. "I'm close."

"I'm so gone for you," he murmurs, removing his hand and kissing your neck. "You're something else, do you know that? Gonna make a mess on my lap?"

You whine into his mouth. "Yeah. Do the thing."

Harry purposefully flexes his thigh muscle, the movement putting heavenly pressure on your clit. It does the trick, and you come as he stifles your moans so no innocent ears hear, his own groans muffled as you kiss through the climax.

"I missed doing this with you," you whisper, grinding against him one last time.

"I know." He grunts, his body stilling. "I know, honey."

"And I love you. You're so good to me and our family."

"We're perfect together, aren't we?"

"So fucking perfect," you say as your eyes flutter shut. Every breath you take is heavy, and your lungs fill with pure contentment.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He hooks your legs around his waist, and his elbow accidentally knocks over his wine glass. Dark red liquid pools on the hearth, the dying fire reflecting off it. "Shit. Goddamnit."

"Harry," you groan as he clumsily untangles himself from you and jogs to the kitchen.

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Your eyes shoot open when a startling noise resounds in the pitch-black bedroom. It doesn't register until your mind slowly fades into consciousness and you realize it's Harry's ringtone.

The bedside clock displays 5:39 a.m. It's Christmas morning. Who in the world is calling so early?

You remain still until Harry is eventually woken up by it. The mattress creaks as he stands and takes his phone to the master bathroom. You turn the bedside lamp on, and after five minutes of incoherent mumbling coming through the cracked door, he shuffles out with a crease between his eyebrows.

"Who was that?" you ask sleepily while stretching your legs under the covers.

Harry silently paces before saying, "My boss."

You yawn and rub your bleary eyes, then lean against the headboard. "Wishing you a Merry Christmas? That's nice of him."

"No," he replies in his husky morning voice, blankly staring at the wall behind you. "He, uh... he asked me if I could come to work today."

Silence pierces the atmosphere for several seconds before you finally ask, "What?"

"Three people have called out already."

You whip your head toward the clock. "It's not even six yet."

"Tell me about it," he says with zero emotion. I don't even know what to say. I told him I'd call him back once I've woken up a bit more."

Harry is most prone to being grumpy in the mornings. You hate that he's in a sour mood before the sun has even risen.

"Just tell him you're not going to. We'll get jumped on in less than an hour to open presents."

He runs a heavy hand down his face, stopping it under his lips. "It would only be for the first half of the day. I can make it back home for presents in the afternoon."

"What are you talking about?" Either he's sleepwalking, or he's gone mad. Maybe you're having a bad dream. "Christmas is an all-day thing, Harry. It always has been."

He struggles with words before saying, "My work relies on me. I need you to understand that."

Now you're wide awake with irritation. "Are you joking? You're on paternity leave. Never in a million years would I have thought you'd put work before your family."

The first nerve is struck, and it's written all over Harry's face.

"That's such a fuckin' low blow, and you know it," he says angrily. "I have always, always put our family first."

"You're sure as hell not doing it now!" You throw your arms out to the side and get out of bed.

"You're starting an argument on Christmas? Really?"

"Yeah, I am," you reply pettily.

Harry towers over you with a clenched jaw, pointing at his chest. "I demoted myself so I could be with my family more."

"Oh, don't you dare pull that card on me."

"I'm not pulling a card on you! I'm defending myself for crying out loud!"

"Lower your voice," you hiss at him. "Our daughter doesn't need to be more upset than she already will be when she finds out her dad isn't home on Christmas morning."

You struck below the belt, and now he's wounded.

Harry's stoic expression crumbles into one of devastation, his shoulders sagging with undeniable hurt. "Can you just listen to me?" His tone wavers with emotion. You immediately lower your defenses and swallow down guilt. "Please," he adds quietly. "I hate arguing with you. I hate it so much."

"I'm sorry," you choke out, hiding your face in your palms. "I didn't mean it."

Strong arms wrap around you, his hands spreading on your back. "I know you didn't mean it. We both need to calm down, okay? Can we sit?"

You nod and mumble, "Sure."

He lowers you to the floor and says, "Let's just talk this through. Tell me we're okay. Tell me it's just holiday stress getting to us."

Your head starts to pound from how deep your eyebrows plunge. "Why are you speaking like that? We're fine."

Harry's tired eyes bore into yours. "Because we're saying hurtful things, and the thought of losing you is unbearable."

"You're not losing me. I'm allowed to be frustrated."

"Then please let me know what's going on in your mind. I always have to remind you to talk to me; otherwise, nothing gets resolved."

"I already told you," you say while playing with the knotted string on his pajama pants. "I don't like how you're considering going to work instead of being here. That hurts my feelings."

Harry kisses your face and murmurs, "I'm sorry, love. It's early, and I'm in a weird headspace. It's all that damn wine we drank last night."

"Do you have a headache?"

"A brutal one."

You rub your temples. "Same here."

"Listen," he says, "I'm halfway through my paternity leave, so I think a part of me feels guilty for refusing to go in, considering I haven't worked the past month."

"I get that, but can you understand where I'm coming from?" you ask, still being showered with his tender morning kisses. "Any other day, I'd be fine with it, but it's our baby's first Christmas. Look me in the eye and tell me you'd seriously rather be at work preparing food for rich people who need to dine out for the holidays."

"You know I'd rather be here. I always want to be here with you guys."

"Then call your boss and say you're not coming in. You can't always be a yes-man. Otherwise, you'll get walked over."

"Am I really a yes-man?"

"Sometimes."

He slumps against you. "I don't want you to think I don't fight for our family."

You frown. "I don't think that. I will never forget when you demoted yourself. Yes, I was furious when you first told me, but then I realized how important it is for you to be present and bond with your children."

"I'll call my boss and tell him no." He hugs you and gives you a sweet smile. "Only if you promise you're not mad at me."

"I'm not mad," you say, fondly pinching his cheek. "Now get your butt up and bring me some Advil."

He gestures a salute. "Yes, ma'am."

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You're woken up again, this time by a slight pressure on your legs and two little hands shaking your shoulders.

"Santa came! Mama, Santa came!"

"Shh, shh, shh." You hush her lisped voice as you open your eyes. It takes a minute to become aware of your surroundings, and you eventually see Harry passed out on the bed by your feet, wrapped in his white robe and lying on his back as he sleeps. After your talk, he took a shower to clear his head, and he must have fallen asleep again.

"Can you wait until I get your sister up?" you whisper. "Then you can jump on Dad."

She nods, her messy curls bouncing every which way. You quietly get up and wander down the hallway toward the nursery. Surprisingly, your baby girl only cried twice throughout the night.

Once her diaper is changed and she's dressed in a festive onesie, you return to the bedroom with her cradled in your arms. You're greeted with a barely awake Harry, who is trying to tame the wild beast. Playful growls, followed by shrieking laughter, echo off the walls. You could've guessed that she wouldn't listen.

His eyes instantly soften when he sees you holding his new favorite person. "Why is your little nose all red?" he says to her. "You look like Rudolph."

You pass her over before sitting on the edge of the bed. "She loves untucking her arms from the swaddle at night, so she gets cold. She's an escape artist."

"A cute escape artist," he says, looking down at his girl. "Look how cute you are. I'm gonna eat your cheeks. I'm gonna do it!" He pretends to munch on her chubby cheeks until her happy noises fill the room.

After thirty minutes of warm snuggles in bed and letting the sunrise peek through the curtains, everyone eventually gathers in the living room to start the day. Harry, now in a much better mood, immediately goes into full dad mode so that everything runs smoothly and no one is crabby on Christmas.

"What can I make my lovely wife for breakfast?" he asks, dressed in jeans and a red knitted sweater.

"French toast and eggs, please," you answer, feeding the baby in your lap a bottle. She has a little Santa hat on. "Can you grab me the burp cloth?"

"Got it." He turns to his daughter, who's watching cartoons on TV. "Lovebug. Come here for a second."

She gallops over to him, and he swoops her up to set her on his hip. "Hi," she says.

"Hi, sweetheart," he says while fixing her loose socks. "Dad needs your breakfast order."

"Reindeer pancake!"

"And?"

"Juice!"

"And?"

She hums, thinking long and hard. "Cookie!"

"Uh-oh." Harry gasps, looking at her with wide eyes. "Haven't you heard? Santa ate all the cookies!"

Her face drops. "Why?"

"We left them out for him, remember?"

"But… but why?"

"Because that's the spirit of Christmas." He kisses her cheek and then sets her down. "Go organize the presents while I make breakfast, okay? No peeking. Behave."

Once the family has full bellies and excited smiles, it's time to open presents. Everyone has their respective piles stacked in front of their feet, some from under the tree, some from the four stockings hanging on the mantle. It's crazy to think there used to only be two there.

"Who's going first?" Harry asks with a steaming mug of tea in his hands. He sits beside you on the couch and carefully slides the portable bassinet closer. Her Christmas plans include getting milk drunk and sleeping all day.

"Me!" says your daughter, crawling into his lap.

"All right. Pick a good one, little lady."

She chooses a rectangular box from the top of her stack. "That's one you need to open with your dad," you tell her. "Harry, open yours that has the same wrapping paper."

He grabs an identical-looking present and helps tear open both boxes. After pulling out the tissue paper, he picks up a pair of white aprons, one big and one small, with ladybugs stitched to the fronts. You tried and failed to find ones that said lovebug, but you figured the sentiment would be appreciated.

"A ladybug!"

You take a candid picture of her with your phone. "I know, baby. You and Dad can match when you cook together."

Harry squeezes your shoulder and whispers, "Thank you."

It's your turn next, and you choose a gift from Harry. You open a small box that contains a gift card to a local spa establishment.

"You deserve a day without me or the kids," he says softly. "I'm forcing you to not be a mom for a day."

You look at him while holding the card to your chest. "Thank you so much."

"Word on the street is that they give better massages than I do."

"Well, they've got some tough competition."

Harry laughs and kisses your cheek, then picks out a gift you've been waiting for weeks to give him. He didn't ask for it, but you like to surprise him. He unwraps it with a giddy smile, eventually pulling out two picture frames crafted from an assortment of seashells.

"I made them using the shells she's brought you over the years," you explain. "I hope you don't mind."

Harry runs a hand over his mouth as his eyes dance over the two pictures. One of them is from when his baby girl was born a mere month ago—the two of you sat in the birthing tub with him staring at you with a breathtaking smile after she clung to him. The other picture is from the day his first daughter was born—him sitting in the hospital bed while holding her with his forehead resting against hers, his hands almost taking up her entire body.

"That's you, lovebug," he says to her while pointing at the picture. "Look at how tiny you were. You changed my life that day and made me the happiest person in the whole wide world."

"Me?" she asks curiously.

He taps her nose. "Mm-hmm. And look at you now. All grown up."

"Do I still make you the happiest in the whole wide world?"

"Every single day. We're each other's first smiles forever, right?"

She nods delightedly. "Yeah."

Harry hugs her tightly and then glances over at you, doing a double-take when you bring your knees to your chest and inhale deeply. "Are you going to cry?" he teases with a smirk.

"No," you reply unconvincingly, clearing your throat and not-so-subtly wiping the corners of your eyes. "Okay, who's next?"

After a bunch more presents are unwrapped and toys and sparkly bows are scattered on the carpet, there's only one box under the tree with no name.

Harry crawls over and grabs it. "This," he says theatrically while standing, "is for all of us. Let's have mommy do the honors."

The box is set in your lap, and Harry stands before you, bending forward to place his hands on your thighs.

"You're way too close to me right now," you tell him.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes. "I need to gauge your reaction."

You roll your eyes and begin tearing the tape on the box's seal. Once you open it, your heart skips a beat when you see four plane tickets sitting on a bed of sand.

"Surprise," he whispers.

Mouth agape, you take them out and flip them over to read the tags attached.

Your tag reads: For my wife. Italy the first time made us fall in love all over again. Let's do it a second time.

Your eldest daughter's tag reads: For my lovebug. I'll buy you all the raspberry gelato and ciabatta bread you want. I'll even throw a lasso around the Italian moon for you to keep.

Your newborn's tag reads: For my baby girl. I'll show you the sea that emulates your beauty. You'll show me how lucky I am to hold and love you.

In all your years of knowing him, you don't think he's ever done something more romantic than the scrawly ink attached to a gift from a memory so dear to him.

"We're seriously going back to Italy?"

He crouches and squeezes your thigh. "End of July."

Your daughter doesn't quite understand the significance of what's happening since she was small when the family last went, but she's smiling as she absentmindedly sifts her hands through the sand.

You lean forward and give Harry a hug. "You're so perfect. Thank you. I can't wait."

"You're welcome. Come with me for a second," he murmurs in your ear. He heads to the kitchen and quickly dumps the rest of his cold tea into the sink.

You follow him into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly cracked. Harry flicks on the light and then stands in front of you. "You," he emphasizes while cradling your cheeks, "are the fuckin' love of my life."

You accept his fervent kisses and mumble against his mouth, "Did you like the seashells?"

"Are you kidding?" He kisses you once more. "I almost lost my composure out there."

"See? I'm not the only one who gets emotional."

"I love you so much," he says, soft and sincere. "This will be the best trip of our lives."

You admire his bright eyes and dimpled smile. "I'm so glad you stayed home. You make it feel like Christmas."

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[morallyinept]

Further to my Pedro Boys Cocktails, and my Javier Peña Special Cocktails, now it's time for some SNL Character Themed Cocktails! 🍹

Again, no measurements are included so you can make them as strong or as weak as you like. Pictures of the cocktails used are for reference, based on what I think they would look like with the ingredients used, but are not verbatim. Go crazy.

Drink responsibly, folks. 🥴

If you make any, please tag me so I can see your tasty creations!🍹

NSFW smack talk below.

Enjoy! 🖤

Check out my Pedro Boys Rambles here.

The 'Mommy Dearest'

Hendriks Gin, grapefruit juice, elderflower liqueur, rosemary sprigs, salty rim & fresh grapefruit slice to garnish. Serve over ice. Not too much salt; you don't want that salty 'tude from Mama Flores to sting... Take your vegan sliders with on your way out.

The 'LA Mush Mouth'

Vodka, peach schnapps, blue curaçao, lemon juice, Sprite/lemonade. Serve over crushed ice. Or in a drip bag hooked to your veins. Wake up from a coma looking incredibly well put together and handsome for someone who was hit by a Party City truck, covered in paaaapah, and proceed with speaking Spaaaanish.

The 'Fancam Fapper'

White Rum, grenadine, strawberry liqueur, lime juice, soda to top. Fresh strawberries and mint leaves to garnish. Stop being a bias and munching on it, and get yourself down to detention where Mr Ben is expecting you to complete your, ahem, extra credit...

The 'Southern Fried Fuck'

Tequila, grenadine, Maraschino liqueur, orange juice, splash of cranberry juice. Orange slices and cherries to garnish. Order fried chicken wings in abundance and dive into a kiddie pool of ranch dip on game day. Just don't expect to get laid after. Games on, innit.

The 'Italian Stallion'

Vodka, Cabernet Sauvignon wine, cranberry juice, simple syrup, lemon juice, frozen blackberries or blueberries to garnish. Ensure you leave a big, generous tip for the waiter whose breath you take away constantly, bella. Hold up, he's on the floor... shit, anyone know CPR?

The 'Shroom Shooter'

Roku Gin, Yuzu juice, Rioja red wine, demerara syrup, lemon juice, 1 egg white to top, frothed. Fresh thyme and cloves/bay leaf. There is a good chance this cocktail might taste like its literally sprouted out of the ground, and won't go down as smoothly as bisexual Toad on Rainbow Road. Might need a power up.

The 'Ginny & Juice'

Tanqueray Gin, Tonic water, orange juice, orange bitters, splash of pink grapefruit juice. Orange slice to garnish and serve over ice. Stare blankly at the quiz master when you don't know the answer. Sink a few of these instead and slump over your buzzer. Game over.

The 'Antonio & Cujo'

Clear Gin, lime juice, Maraschino liqueur, orange bitters, lime slice. Serve over ice. Serve with a slab of well, well, well done steak with ketchup on your date with Antonio Banderas, who's constantly in want of your fine ass. I mean, the man is just kidding himself otherwise... woof.

The 'Cookie Crusher'

Irish Cream liqueur, Goldschlager cinnamon schnapps, butterscotch schnapps, dash of pouring cream. Crushed oatmeal cookies for the rim and to dust on top. Serve over ice. Make sure you the bake the cookies yourself, otherwise Mama Flores won't be happy with you... but her sewing circle will be.

'The Tittywank'

Mezcal, Galliano liqueur, vodka, splash of lemon juice, spiced honey syrup, drizzle of golden honey. Lemon twist to garnish. Drink really quickly without staring like a drooling chimp at that waxed décolletage, and then order a Slippery Nipple. Hand it to Pedro with a straight face and absolutely no innuendo at all. Yo, his eyes are up here, bub.

'Pedro's Purple Rain'

Vodka, blue curaçao, splash of cherry sours, grenadine, cranberry juice, pineapple juice, splash of Sprite/lemonade. Serve over ice. Lemon slice to garnish. Break out some Prince and croon at the top of your voice for Pedro to dance in the Purple Rain with you. Crying optional, but almost guaranteed.

'Made In Chile'

Bergamot Castro liqueur, tequila, chilli syrup, blood orange juice, watermelon juice, splash of lime juice, castor sugar. Fresh or grilled chilli to garnish, serve over crushed ice. A hot spicy drink, for a hot spicy tamale! Raise a toast to Pedro and his fantastic SNL hosting skills this year. Here's to the giggles. And the mouthwash needed after you drink this shit. Salud!

🖤

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal snl #pedro pascal cocktails #jett's pedro boys #pedro pascal characters #miss flores #mr ben snl #wing pit snl #charlie snl #pedro boy cocktails #cocktails #mixology #jett's cocktails

[fw00shy]

Accio is the only spell I know

part 2 of Slow Days, Bad Habits because I wanted to know what happened next

When Draco took someone home in LA, there was no cobblestone path, no chirpy doormat to prime guests as they walked up to his door. Instead, they entered through the garage and walked past the shelves of ancestral junk straight into his living room, where he forgot to clean up the takeaway from last night. It felt a bit like exposing all his guts to a stranger, and Draco blushed, plucking a fortune cookie wrapper from the carpet while Harry was distracted by a set of photographs hung up on the wall.

"You were so young in these," Harry said. He pointed to the one in the middle. "This is from first year, yeah? When you had your hair slicked back like a helmet."

"I'll never forgive Mother for that haircut," Draco said. He peered over Harry's shoulder and shivered with disgust. He wished he'd never been that boy.

"Oh come on," Harry turned, grinning. "It wasn't so bad. I thought it looked rather fetching, actually."

Draco raised a brow. "Really?"

"Really — well, I'd never met someone so blond in my life before. The perpetual sneer, however —"

"Let's not talk about the past," Draco said. He crossed the living room to the kitchen, his fingers drumming over the wine rack. "Cabernet? Pinot? Or, I've got a chard in the ice box —"

"Any will do," Harry said. He'd followed him into the kitchen and pulled out a chair from the little table in there.

"Oh," Draco said, watching Harry sit down at the scratched up table. Harry's skin looked sallow under the harsh lighting. Draco had thought they'd be in the living room — he hadn't thought — if he had known, he'd bought better lighting for the kitchen. He hadn't thought this through at all, this was a mistake, truly —

"Is everything alright?" Harry asked.

"Sure," Draco said. "Sure, let me just pop the cork—" he took out his wand — "Accio!" 

The wand flew across the room and hit Harry between the eyes. Draco watched with horror as the spot welted up and reddened an increasingly concerning shade of crimson.

"If you were trying to kill me —" Harry started, rather churlishly. 

"I wasn't!"

"— you missed. Again." Then he laughed and Accio'd the wine to himself, where he drank it straight out of the bottle.

"That's disgusting," Draco said, but he took the bottle and swigged when Harry offered it back. 

"It's lonely in LA," Harry said. He sighed, sinking into the chair. "I've been here four years and nobody knows who I am, which is great for the most part, but then there are moments when I feel — I feel like a part of me's gone missing. Like I look in the mirror and I can't remember who I used to be." He looked over at Draco. "I'm not like you." He smiled. "I change wherever I go. You haven't changed at all."

Draco tensed. "Let's not talk about —"

"The past, I know, I know," Harry said. "Say, you go to that farmer's market a lot?"

"Every week," Draco said.

"Even when it's raining?"

"It never rains here. That's the best part about LA. Sunshine every day whether you're up for it or not."

"And you like the sun?"

Draco wrinkled his nose. "Not really, no."

"You really haven't changed," Harry chuckled.

Draco frowned. "I don't know why you keep saying that."

"Saying what?"

"Saying that I haven't changed. That's — I don't like that. I've changed. I'm not Draco Malfoy anymore—"

"You've changed your name?"

"What? No. You know what I mean. I'm not the same boy who — who was a bully and a snob —"

"Still a bit of a snob. Not that I mind." He raised the bottle. "Snobs serve great wine."

"Are you even listening to me, Potter?"

Harry tipped back in his chair and grinned. "You really haven't changed a bit."

"Look here, Potter, I'm trying to apologise and —"

"Apology accepted," Harry said.

Draco blinked. "What?"

"Besides," Harry continued. "I think you've got my words all mixed up. Which, again — typical Malfoy behaviour. What I mean is you're still the same inside. You've changed your mind but not yourself. Even if you believe different things now — better things, in my opinion — you're still a posh git."

Relief spread warm across Draco's chest. "So you don't hate me?" 

"No, on the contrary. Being here's the first time I've felt at home in a long time. And you've still got that —" He blushed, looking away.

"Got what?"

" — nevermind."

"Tell me."

"No, I —" Harry's blush deepened. "It's a secret."

"I can keep a secret," Draco said. He lowered his voice. "Whisper it in my ear."

"Okay," Harry said. He leaned forward, cupping Draco's ear with his hand, his breath hot. "You've still got that cute dimple in your cheek."

Draco sat up, his hands flying to his burning cheeks. "Merlin!" he squeaked. Then he asked, maybe a little too eagerly, "Really?"

"You're so funny," Harry said. "Really."

"I've got a secret too," Draco said. 

"Whisper it to me," Harry said, offering up his ear.

"Okay," Draco said. He scooched their chairs closer, his hand on Harry's thigh as he leaned in and said, "You haven't changed either. You still drive me insane."

Harry's eyes squinted in confusion. "So does that mean—"

Draco kissed him on the nose. Then he pressed their mouths together, his hands on Harry's waist.

"I never know what you mean," Harry said, breaking away with a ragged breath. "At least, not at first."

Draco closed his eyes and breathed against Harry's neck. He thought about what Harry said, about how he'd changed his mind but not himself. Why had he spent so many years denying who he used to be? That Draco who made those mistakes was the same Draco who learned from them. One could not exist without the other. Was that so bad?

"But do you know what I mean now?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry said. "Do you?"

"Yes," Draco said. Harry's arms came up around Draco. Draco sighed, pulling him in closer.  And in that moment, he finally felt like himself again.

#drarry #drarry squad #fwoosh writes #drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #not sure how micro this is anymore #consider it's 1k #but it has major micro spirit???

[copperbadge]

[ID: A photograph of a building in Chicago through my window; in one corner my spider plant is photobombing the image. Through the window, snow can be seen falling against the urban backdrop.]

It's snowing in Chicago for New Year's! Everyone who bought a cute cocktail dress to wear out to the parties tonight, I'm so sorry. Maybe invest in some kind of dramatic greatcoat that will keep your butts warm.

Me, I've put the stracotto di manzo on to slow cook (fourth dish I'm cooking, third course in the Festa Alla Cinque Cibi) and I'm about to sit on the sofa and not do much for a bit.

The stracotto di manzo recipe, like the burik recipe, comes from Portico, a Jewish-Italian cookbook (there's an online version here) and I did make a few alterations; I hope people know that whenever I talk about changing a recipe it's because I'm changing it to suit my tastes or laziness, and that's not a critique of the recipe. In this case, I halved the recipe since I'm only one man and four pounds of pot roast is too much. I also replaced the sauteed onions-celery-garlic mixture with my Special Sauce, but mainly because I had the Special Sauce handy and it's the same flavor profile more or less. No celery note, but I'm indifferent to celery.

[ID: three images; left, a photo into the instant pot, showing a golden-brown mess on the bottom; center, a bottle of Bay Bridge Vineyards Cabernet Sauvignon; right, the "special sauce" after the wine has been added, which is now a surprisingly appetizing-looking green liquid flecked with gold.]

The "special sauce" is a mixture of caramelized onions, roasted garlic, and my homemade pesto (roasted cashews, fresh basil, salt, roasted garlic, olive oil). I browned the beef chunks in olive oil and removed them, added the special sauce just long enough to get it good and hot, then added the wine and deglazed the pan. They say you should only ever cook with wine you'd drink, but I don't like wine at all, so like a good San Francisco boy I bought some California Cab in the $5-$10 range and hoped for the best. When it arrived it turned out it had been on markdown, so that is right there some of your finest $2.50 wine. I'll use the rest in a ragu sauce or to thin paint or something. How long does jet fuel keep in the fridge?

[ID: A shot into the instant-pot of large chunks of beef bubbling away in a red sauce, bits of gold "special sauce" still visible here and there. None of you can smell the garlic and basil I'm smelling right now but I wish you could.]

Anyway I didn't get a photo of the beef browning, but once the special sauce and red wine were on the boil, I added a massive can of tomato puree and the browned beef, brought it up to bubbling, then switched over to slow-cook. I've got it on the lowest possible setting but that might be slightly too low, so I'll check the temp in two hours and re-evaluate. It's just feeding me and I have no set time to eat, so if it takes all day it takes all day.

All that's left now is the second fry on the Carciofi Alla Giudia, which will be the last thing I do because you serve that warm and there's no real way to re-heat it after the second fry.

Breakfast was a slice of homemade pizza and like four amaretti cookies, because I am only ever classy by appointment.

#food #sam cooks #festa alla cinque cibi #I keep wanting to type cinque chibi #yes the feast of the five adorable manga characters #I think they call that Ouran High School Host Club

[insimniacreations]

Shake Shack X Insimnia

Hi guys!!! I am sooo excited to share this project that Bean's Builds and I have been working on with the one and only SHAKE SHACK!!!! Yes, THE Shake Shack reached out since they wanted to bring their awesome food to the Sims! Enjoy over 30 delicious items from their menu which you can download for FREE below. For the ultimate Shake Shack experience, download Bean's Builds' super realistic Shake Shack lot which you can also get for FREE HERE.

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'Shroom Burger

Avocado Bacon Burger

Hamburger

Cheeseburger

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Chicken

Chicken Shack

Avocado Bacon Chicken

Chicken Bites

Fries

Fries

Cheese Fries

Bacon Cheese Fries

Flat-Top Dogs

Hot Dog

Shakes & Frozen Custard

Vanilla Shake

Chocolate Shake

Strawberry

Cookies and Cream

Black & White

Vanilla Frozen Custard

Chocolate Frozen Custard

Drinks

Fifty/Fifty

Organic Lemonade

Iced Tea

Coke

Sprite

Fanta

Diet Coke

Coke Zero

Dr. Pepper

Shackmeister Ale

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[musubi-sama]

“Classmates” Chapter 4

Oh, did you really say it right then, and there? And what did Shoko ask you??

AN: There are some corners I unintentionally wrote myself into from ch 1 (which we will catch up to at the end here) that I am choosing to ignore for the sake of the larger story.

I am also trying out a new header style with a couple icons I've doodled related to the chapter.

WC: 2.8k

Previous chapter

“…and that’s all for today,” your professor adjourns the class finally. Shoko has already stuffed her laptop into her bag and is chatting with classmates while you step up to the front to speak with your teacher.

After finishing your conversation, Shoko meets up with you outside the classroom.

“What was that all about?” Shoko links arms with you as you exit the building.

“Our adviser wants to meet up with me tomorrow afternoon. I won’t be in the afternoon lecture,” you steer the two of you towards Starbucks.

After getting coffee, you head to the library to study together before your last classes of the day. Shared notes passed back and forth like secret notes in high school, each adding their own flair in signature colors. Shoko’s in a deep blood crimson, yours in a luscious teal.

It’s been around three years since you and Shoko had your first rendezvous and definitely-not-a-date. The photos still hang on the wall above your bed. Since then, you’ve both defended your theses, graduated grad school, and entered med school together.

You still get butterflies in your stomach when you see her and you find yourself bearing your soul to her late at night when the moon is high and it transforms your vulnerability into a soft flower slowly blooming to be cared for by your person.

Tonight, you chose to take a detour to the nicer grocery store and pick up all your shared favorites for dinner. The salad from the deli, marinated steak from the butcher, the best looking broccoli in the pile, and hot cookies from the bakery.

Shoko walks home on the same practiced route she’s had for years. Not an unpleasant walk, but one that is always made better when you’re with her. Past the convenience store where you stop every morning, the bookstore where you stop every month to grab the latest issues of your favorite manga, and the liquor store with the weekend tastings. And then around the corner to her tall tower mansion apartment. But a left and then right at the same intersection leads to your modest but warm and cozy studio.

But earlier today you let Shoko know you’d come over to make dinner. Shoko would typically just order in or grab a slice at the nearby pub, but homemade meals were infinitely better. Besides, the wine she bought tasted better than the rail liquor they served at the pub. And you still had a few pieces of clothes in her laundry, Shoko knew she could keep you over through the weekend.

Shoko could smell your cooking from the hallway before she even put her key in the door. What’s the occasion? she thinks to herself.

“Welcome home! I hope you’re hungry,” you shout from the kitchen when you hear the door open.

“I’m always hungry for you,” Shoko kicks off her shoes and drops her bag at the front door. She pulls out two bottles of wine, one Cabernet Sauvignon and one Pino Gris. “I hope one of these works with dinner.”

You keep yourself focused on the stove in front of you, hiding your blush (It’s not hidden, your ears turned pink and Shoko smirked).

“Open the red, we’re having steak tonight.”

Shoko decants the bottle and sets the table while you finish preparing dinner.

You join her at the table once all the food is served and tip your glasses together while you dig in to the meal.

The setting sun streaming in catches on a framed photo hanging on the wall. A collection of five instant photos with today’s date inscribed on the bottom. Your heart skips a beat and your eyes drift to Shoko, who is currently stabbing a particularly large piece of roasted broccoli.

“Sho, I’ve been wrestling with my feelings, and it’s time I lay my cards on the table.”

Shoko looks up at you, biting down on the broccoli.

“I’m in love with you. Completely, hopelessly in love. I can’t imagine a future without you. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after grad school, and here we are in med school together. Not knowing what our schedules are for next year gives me anxiety because I want to run around the hospital and learn and help side by side with you. I want us to match our residency hospitals. I don’t- I don’t want to think about what the world is like without you,” you’re sitting across the table from Shoko, keeping your gaze trained on hers. Heart picking up speed, but your voice and hands remained steady and sure.

Shoko blinks and chews, which feels really inappropriate given how she just listened to you bearing your soul to her. But spitting out dinner seems far more inappropriate.

“Um, I, wow,” your name slips from her lips and a shiver slides down your spine.

“You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t even know I had this in me? Let’s just finish dinner, we’ll figure it out in time, yeah?” your heart is slowing just a moment. You truly didn’t expect to blurt this out, you hadn’t even thought over what you’d say. An out-of-body experience, but one you don’t regret.

Dinner is cleaned up in relative silence and the second bottle of wine is opened. Shoko joins you on the couch and hands you a glass.

“I know you’re thinking about how you shouldn’t have said anything or how you could’ve said it differently. But we should’ve talked about this three years ago. I just, I should have said something sooner,” Shoko turns to face you, free hand resting on your cheek.

“Will you be my girlfriend, my love?”

“God, yes. Of course,” you respond a bit too quickly, a bit too high-pitched, and a bit too loudly.

You set your glass down and launch yourself at Shoko who tips backwards into the arm of the couch but miraculously doesn’t spill a drop of wine.

Your lips crash together furiously as you lean into your girlfriend with three years of pent-up passion. Your hands clasp the sides of her face and slide up through her hair. Somehow Shoko finds the table and sets her glass down while her hands find their way to your ass and gives it a healthy squeeze.

Crawling up Shoko’s body to settle in her lap, you bracket her against the couch. Giving Shoko’s hair a tug, she whimpers and you take the opportunity to clasp your lips on her silky soft neck.

Taken fully by tonight’s revelations, you surprise yourself for your intensity.

Limbs twisting around bodies, you both manage to slip out of your tops, letting the heavy, lustful air slip around the peaks and valleys of your breasts.

Cupping Shoko’s tits in your hands, you give them a hard squeeze and steal the moans from her mouth. You give her bottom lip a light bite as you pull away.

Nails raking down your back, you arch at the acute sensations. The same nails resume their trails along the tense muscles of your thighs. Grazing up and down, each pass reaching more sensitive skin.

“I am going to make you forget your name, Shoko,” you whisper against her chin as your lips slip down to her neck.

“By all means,” she moans back. Shoko relinquishes all control to you, a rarity even three years later.

You snake your hands down Shoko’s body and slip a hand into her pants, feeling the delicate lace of her panties.

“Did you wear the teal ones today?”

“I also wore the matching bra but you were in a bit of a hurry to remove that part,” Shoko glances over at the pile of clothes on the floor. Just by luck this morning she chose to wear the set of lingerie you picked out for her the last time you went on your shopping-and-photos not-date six months ago. Both of your wardrobes were filled with thrifted and new outfits chosen for each other, ranging from lounge wear and gym clothes, to formal dresses only worn out to the field for intimate photos.

Shoko also didn’t miss that your latest purple bustier was also mixed into the pile. Anticipation was growing for her to see your ass framed by the stunning silk bottoms that matched.

Pulling Shoko out of her reverie, you drag your finger through her wet folds. Eagerly toying with her hardening bud of a clit, you swirl a finger around it until your girlfriend is bucking her hips against your body.

Just before you remove your fingers, you give a firm pinch and you devour another melodic moan from her lips. She whines in protest to the edging.

“Bedroom, now,” your command laced with a devious intent. You stand up and hold out your hand. This time leading Shoko to the bedroom. No chasing tonight, just getting caught in emotions.

Along the way you both shed your bottom layers. But not before Shoko slides her hands across your ass to admire the panties she picked out, “just perfection.”

“I, um, want to try it tonight?” you ask Shoko and look towards the closet, a momentary twinge of uncertainty in your voice.

“Oh really? I’m going to cum just thinking about it,” Shoko smirks and raises up to kneeling on the bed to plant a reassuring kiss on your neck.

You slip into the closet and pull out the box of toys, returning with a purple dildo and harness. You manage to get it strapped on, with a few grunts and giggles shared between you both. Admiring the view, you hold the dildo and feel it’s heft as you lick your lips.

“I feel so…powerful,” you give the length a slow stroke as you feel your own wetness leak down the inside of your leg just a bit.

“God what a tease~” Shoko leans back with her knees bent, hand dipping down to play with her needy cunt.

Bringing yourself over your girlfriend, you push her hands out of the way and slip your finger in, finding little resistance.

“Oh, you’re ready for me so soon?” You reach over for the bottle of lube and sit back on your heels.

After a sufficient amount is added to the bobbing length, you lean over to rub the tip against Shoko’s puffy entrance. Taking it slowly, you push in letting her adjust inch by inch until your strap is fully seated in her. You try to control your breathing, it’s just the first stroke and you’re already getting worked up.

Shoko finally lets out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding as you stopped moving. Foggy air hangs between you two, faces inches apart, your hair curtaining you both in this intimate moment.

“Should I uh,” you trail off, trying to force a chuckle at the end.

“Please,” Shoko pleads, squirming under you.

You immediately pull back until just the tip is inside and swiftly slide in again. Using your arms for leverage, you increase your pace and try new angles to pull out the strongest reactions from Shoko. Once you hit a steady rhythm, you lean down and swipe your tongue across Shoko’s lips and coax her tongue into your mouth where you give it a light suck.

“Ahhh…” Her moan turns silent and you can see in her wrinkled eyebrows how close she is.

A revelation for both, pin that to your memories for future use.

Reaching one hand down to swirl around her puffy clit, you take her tongue again. All the while continuing to piston in and out at just the right angle. Feeling a tingle work its way through your body, you enjoy the hands-free build-up.

In that moment, nails rake down your back, this time with more frenzied intensity. The chest of your lover is shoved up against you as she arches her back at the peak of her truly euphoric orgasm. Sparks in the corners of her obscured vision, legs shaking, erratically humping her hips against your slow strokes.

Resting on your forearms, hands braided through Shoko’s hair, sweaty foreheads pressed together. You swear there are clouds hanging around you.

“I love you,” you whisper.

“I love you, too,” Shoko replies, lungs still not calmed. “I need to see you on top of me like that more often.”

Slowly pulling out and hastily discarding the harness, you nudge Shoko onto her stomach and sit upon her exquisite ass. You lotion your hands judiciously and start at her trapezius muscles, digging in with your thumbs slowly. Your hands ride the dips and curves of her back, each touch brings out more soft moans.

“Move in with me.”

“Shoko, what did you say?” your hands freeze in place.

“Move in with me. You’re here more than you’re at your own place,” she turns her head to the side so you can hear her better.

“But it’s too quick? It’s been an hour since we said the L word,” Shoko starts to roll over and sit up a bit, you remain on her pelvis but avoid her eyes. Staring at her tits isn’t helping.

“What do you mean? Please look at me. Do we need to be in love officially for some set amount of time? If that’s the case, I want to know. Because I will mark it on the calendar and call moving trucks on that day.”

You slip down to lay in the crook of her shoulder, still unable to meet her gaze.

“No, but, I guess, well, I couldn’t afford a place like this, even splitting rent,” you try to assemble an argument. You want to move in. You want to tell Shoko that you’d march right down to city hall tomorrow to get married or a church, whatever she’d prefer. But how are you supposed to tell her all of that? Sure you blurted out one life-altering statement, but surely it won’t do that again any time soon.

“Ah ha. Well, what if I told you it would save you money because you wouldn’t be paying rent to anyone?”

You sit up and finally lock eyes.

“What?” you’re incredulous.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll explain some other time. Just know that you wouldn’t need to worry about a rent payment.”

Your mouth keeps moving but nothing is coming out. Shoko reaches up and closes it with her lips and after a moment, you finally assemble one word.

“Yes.”

A loud blaring alarm rings on Shoko’s phone and both of you jump at the sudden intrusion, interrupting the excitement.

“Oh fuck me. The security alarm at the lab is going off and since I am the closest senior member, I have to go clear it. The cameras show no movement, it’s probably from some piece of equipment left on too long,” Shoko throws herself backwards into the pillows while you stare at her.

“Can I help?”

“No, just stay here. I shouldn’t be long, but please don’t wait up,” Shoko gives you a nip on the neck before slipping out of bed. She throws on a hoodie and sweatpants. Still looking criminally hot. The afterglow is really working for her tonight, you think to yourself.

“I love you, please be safe and I hope it’s nothing serious.,” you sit up and wave as Shoko slips out of the door, not before sending a kiss across the room to you.

Shoko returns home 45 minutes later and despite your best efforts, you are asleep in the bed, clutching Shoko’s pillow. She tidies up the living room and puts the wine and glasses away for tomorrow. She’ll make it up to you, the night was cut short and more fun and orgasms were to be had.

Would it be too crazy to get married soon? Yes, it would. You didn’t rush things thus far, don’t rush the next step. Shoko considers the next steps for the two of you now that you’re hers. It all just feels so right, like this is how it all was supposed to go. Satoru and Suguru are going to love you. But maybe you should get settled first before introducing their brand of chaos into the mix. At least they aren’t in the country right now anyways.

#jen の stories #jjk smut #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri #shoko smut #bisexual #classmates #shoko x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[ursulanoodles]

Random Harvey Headcanons Pt.1

He was bullied as a child-- by his family and kids at school

Started his career in emergency medicine, but lost a patient and switched to the mundanity that is family medicine so he could focus on his hobbies and interests

Has autism (war planes, ham radio, and old medical journals are his special interests, though he hides them and tries to contain himself when someone mentions any of these things in public for fear of being judged).

His parents treated him very poorly and he has a lot of childhood trauma and insecurities because of it. He was made to feel like he was never good enough and they pushed him to do well in school. Burnout definitely contributed to him moving away from home.

When the farmer arrives in Pelican Town, it has been quite some time since he’s had any sort of romantic partner. I would say at least two years.

He’s definitely been dumped for being too nice.

He never touched coffee until his residency, but now he can’t get enough. He got very into different styles of coffee brewing and owns several different coffee makers including cold brew, French press, and pour-over. Despite what some might think, he doesn’t drink his coffee black and takes one cream and one sugar.

Loves a charcuterie board with his glass of wine.

Very tall-- we’re talking between 6′4″-6′6″ and he has to duck through just about everyone’s doorway in Pelican Town or he’ll smack his head.

Smells like cinnamon and warm spices (and coffee-- obviously)

His favorite kind of cookie is oatmeal raisin

Is very loving and protective in a relationship and will do anything for his partner, even if that means inconveniencing himself.

Has virtually no friends, though he does sometimes hang out with Elliott and Leah.

Makes his own pickles and likes them very garlicky.

The kind of guy who brings a book to a bar. He is genuinely not there to socialize, he just wants a glass of wine while he reads and he needed to get out of the house.

Comes from a little bit of money, but he has nothing to do with his family and does not take handouts from them. Despite this, he does have some expensive tastes and enjoys dressing well.

His favorite wine is a red zinfandel or he’ll go with a cabernet sauvignon if that’s not available. He does also enjoy white wine, Riesling being his favorite white.

Shaves with a straight razor

Wears a mustache to hide the fact that he has a baby face (though in my fic I gave him a small scar on his upper lip that he hides haha).

Is meticulous about his personal hygiene and appearance

Absolutely treasures his alone time

Has a temper that he hides very well

#okay that's enough for now #i'm in a harvey mood today #I think most people in stardew are neurodivergent and I'll fight anyone who tells me I'm wrong #harvey sdv #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #harvey stardew valley #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #doctor harvey #dr harvey #definitely used some of these in affliction #these are MY headcanons #you do not have to agree with them #i've already been reprimaded on ao3 lmfaooo

[klausie]

just had dark chocolate so good it made me want cabernet. im like a snobbish real life version of if you give a mouse a cookie

[buffetlicious]

My dining companion’s Japanese Beef Steak with Crispy Garlic, white cabbage chiffonade, roasted purple sweet potato wedges on sweet soya sauce. From him, he said that the steak was a little thin with an Asian twist on the sauce part. The sides were also less heavy and more refreshing on the palate.

I had requested for my Grilled Pork Chop to be served without the jasmine rice. The thin piece of charred meat was fork tender but somehow lacked the flavours of the pork. Mine came with green beans and carrots with a small pinch of toasted black sesame seeds at the side.

The Braised Beef Short Rib was the better of the two main courses I had that night. The succulent beef short rib braised in a cabernet reduction was fall-off-the-bone tender that eating it involved minimum chewing on my part. The mashed potato and roasted carrot help cut down the richness of the fatty dish.

Both of us had the Lemon Curd Tartlet for dessert. While creamy, the lemon curd wasn’t tart enough and the sweet, torched meringue did not help either. Should have alternate the meringue with raspberries to cut down the overall sweetness instead. And I don’t see the chocolate curls mentioned in the menu.

Was looking toward the Mississippi Mud Pie which was essentially half whipped cream. :( A thin Oreo cookie crust sat on the bottom with chocolate filling, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. Would have been even better if ice cream replaced the whipped cream.

We retreated back to our cabin for an early night. A lone Towel Bear sat on the bed, yet another nifty handy work by Yuda, our stateroom attendant.

#Royal Caribbean #Spectrum of the Seas #Cruise #Ship #Main Dining Room #Dinner #Japanese Beef Steak #Crispy Garlic #Grilled Pork Chop #Black Sesame Seeds #Braised Beef Short Rib #Mashed Potato #Lemon Curd Tartlet #Meringue #Mississippi Mud Pie #Towel Bear #Dessert #Snack #Food #Buffetlicious

[actowiz-123]

Scrape Food & Drink Delivery Data from Favor

Introduction

In today's digital age, data is the new currency, and businesses are constantly seeking insights to stay ahead of the curve. Food and drink delivery services like Favor have become integral parts of our lives, offering convenience at our fingertips. But did you know that you can extract valuable data from Favor to uncover trends, preferences, and consumer behavior? In this blog post, we'll explore the world of web scraping and how you can leverage it to scrape food delivery data from Favor.

About Favor Delivery

Established in Austin in 2013, Favor Delivery expanded its reach to encompass over 400 cities throughout Texas. With a fleet exceeding 100,000 Runners, the service has facilitated the delivery of over 80 million Favors to date. These deliveries include various items, from restaurant meals and alcoholic beverages to groceries and everyday essentials. Notably, in 2018, Favor achieved a significant milestone by becoming the first on-demand delivery company in the United States to attain profitability. This success caught the attention of grocery giant H-E-B, a cherished institution in Texas since its inception in 1905, leading to its acquisition of Favor.

Some Key Statistics of Favor Food Delivery in 2023

These statistics are taken from the inaugural "How Texas Orders In Report released by Favor Delivery, the sole restaurant delivery app designed by and for Texans, and now a part of H-E-B.

The data extracted for the report, covering the period from August 2022 to August 2023, confirms what many might expect: tacos hold the 1st position as the most favorite item in the state. Following closely behind are burgers as well as French fries, securing their spots as the 2nd and 3rd most favorite items in 2023, respectively.

The Rio Grande Valley emerges as the frontrunner for culinary preferences in tamale orders. At the same time, Dallas-Fort Worth takes the lead for the highest volume of chicken-fried steak, which is favored over any other market.

After considerable debate regarding the ideal accompaniment for tortilla chips, salsa emerges victorious, claiming the top spot, closely followed by queso, and then guacamole.

Regarding coffee preferences, Favor orders for iced coffee considerably surpass those for hot coffee statewide.

In San Antonio, residents satisfy their thirst with Big Red and iced tea, while Austinites lean towards kombucha, Dr Pepper, and coffee deliveries.

Houston solidifies its position as the wine consumption capital of Texas, leading in delivery orders for this beverage compared to other markets. Chardonnay, Cabernet Sauvignon, Pinot Grigio, and Rosé are among the preferred choices in the Bayou City.

Burgers, tacos, and chicken tenders are renowned favorites among college students at Texas' top universities. However, the cravings of Rice University students distinguish them from their peers, with a preference for donuts, sushi, and kolaches. Texas Christian University students opt for pasta, quesadillas, and burritos as their top choices, while Baylor University students are known for their fondness for cookies. Meanwhile, at the University of Texas at Arlington, egg rolls have captured a notable preference among students.

In Austin, the preference leans towards milder condiments, with ranch and ketchup topping the list of most ordered. Meanwhile, in the Rio Grande Valley, residents opt for a spicier palate, favoring hot sauce and chamoy to add some heat to their dishes.

In Dallas-Fort Worth, a display of Texas pride is evident, with the highest orders for cowboy boots and hats.

Texans' affection for their furry companions shines through in Houston, where pet owners prioritize ordering dog toys, closely followed by residents of Austin.

Austin, known for its outdoorsy vibe, demonstrates a penchant for over-the-counter allergy medicine and sunscreen, catering to its active population.

Corpus Christi, basking in sunny weather, leads the pack in ordering pool floats, reflecting the city's love for aquatic leisure activities.

Wing orders reach new heights during top national football and college basketball games.

On the Fourth of July, burgers are the preferred choice over hot dogs in all markets.

Why Scrape Food Delivery Data from Favor?

Scraping food delivery data from Favor provides businesses, researchers, and academics with valuable insights that can drive market analysis, competitor analysis, menu optimization, marketing strategies, forecasting, planning, and research. By leveraging Favor's datasets through scraping tools or APIs, stakeholders can gain a competitive edge and unlock new opportunities for growth and innovation in the dynamic food delivery market.

Market Analysis: Scraping food delivery data from Favor allows businesses to conduct comprehensive market analysis. By analyzing Favor's datasets, businesses can gain insights into consumer preferences, popular food items, peak ordering times, and regional trends, helping them make informed decisions about their offerings and marketing strategies.

Competitor Analysis: With the strategic advantage of Favor scraper tools or Favor scraping APIs, businesses can gather data on their competitors' performance on the platform. By analyzing competitor data, businesses cannot only identify gaps in the market and assess their competitive position but also take control of their market position and fine-tune their offerings to stand out in the crowded food delivery market, empowering them to make informed decisions.

Menu Optimization: Favor food delivery data scraping provides valuable insights into which menu items are popular among customers and which are underperforming. Businesses can use this data to optimize their menus, remove unpopular items, and introduce new dishes likely to resonate with customers, ultimately increasing sales and customer satisfaction.

Marketing Insights: By doing Favor app data extraction, businesses can uncover valuable marketing insights, such as the most effective promotions, advertising channels, and customer engagement strategies. This data can inform businesses' marketing efforts, helping them target the right audience with the right message at the right time to maximize ROI.

Forecasting and Planning: Favor datasets can forecast demand and planning operations. By analyzing historical data on order volumes, seasonal trends, and demographic preferences, businesses can predict future demand, optimize inventory management, and plan staffing levels accordingly to ensure efficient operations and timely order fulfillment.

Research and Innovation: Researchers and academics are crucial in shaping the food delivery industry. By leveraging Favor scraping APIs to access large datasets, they can conduct studies on consumer behavior, food trends, and the impact of food delivery services on society. This data is not just information but a valuable resource that can contribute to the development of innovative solutions, policies, and strategies, emphasizing the importance of their work in shaping the industry.

Data Fields You Can Scrape with Favor Food Delivery Data Scraping

When scraping food delivery data from Favor, you can extract a wide range of data fields that provide valuable insights into customer preferences, restaurant performance, and market trends. Some of the key data fields you can scrape include:

Restaurant Name

Cuisine Type

Location (Address, City, State, Zip Code)

Operating Hours

Contact Information (Phone Number, Email)

Menu Name

Description

Price

Ingredients

Dietary Labels (E.G., Vegetarian, Gluten-Free)

Order Id

Date And Time Of Order

Delivery Address

Order Status (E.G., Confirmed, In Progress, Delivered)

Payment Method

Customer Id

Name

Contact Information (Phone Number, Email)

Delivery Preferences (E.G., Delivery Instructions)

Delivery Driver Information (Name, Contact)

Delivery Time

Delivery Fee

Special Promotions Or Discounts Applied

Customer Reviews

Ratings (E.G., Star Ratings)

Feedback Or Comments

Previous Orders

Order Frequency

Order Value

Special Offers

Discount Codes

Promotional Campaigns

Popular Menu Items

Peak Ordering Times

Seasonal Trends

Market Preferences By Location

Scraping Food Delivery Data from Favor

Several effective methods exist for scraping food delivery data from Favor. One popular approach involves utilizing Python libraries like BeautifulSoup or Scrapy, which enable you to parse the HTML content of Favor's website and extract relevant information such as restaurant menus, prices, delivery times, and customer reviews. These libraries provide flexible and customizable solutions for Favor app data extraction, allowing you to create comprehensive datasets tailored to your specific analysis needs.

Alternatively, you can leverage specialized web scraping tools or services designed explicitly for extracting data from delivery platforms like Favor. These tools often come equipped with user-friendly interfaces and pre-built scrapers optimized for scraping data from Favor, streamlining the scraping process and saving you time and effort. Additionally, some tools may offer advanced features such as scheduling, data cleansing, and integration with other data analysis tools, further enhancing the efficiency and effectiveness of your data extraction efforts.

Whether you choose to utilize Python libraries or specialized scraping tools, the key is to ensure that you adhere to Favor's terms of service and respect their data usage policies. By employing proper scraping techniques and tools, you can gather valuable Favor datasets to fuel your analysis and insights, empowering you to make informed decisions and drive success in the competitive food delivery market.

The Code

This code sends a GET request to the Favor website, parses the HTML content using BeautifulSoup, and extracts the names of restaurants. You can modify the code to scrape other information such as menu items, prices, delivery times, and customer reviews by inspecting the HTML structure of the webpage and identifying the appropriate tags and classes to target. Additionally, you may need to handle pagination or use other techniques if the data you want to scrape is spread across multiple pages.

Conclusion

At Actowiz Solutions, we recognize the transformative potential of scraping food delivery data from Favor. Businesses, researchers, and enthusiasts can unlock valuable insights into consumer behavior, market trends, and business opportunities by harnessing the power of web scraping techniques. Whether you seek to refine your restaurant's menu or conduct in-depth market research, Favor app data extraction is a formidable tool. Elevate your strategies and drive success with Actowiz Solutions. Contact us today to explore how we can empower your endeavors with actionable data insights. You can also reach us for all your mobile app scraping, data collection, instant data scraper and web scraping service requirements.

#ScrapeFoodDeliveryDataFromFavor #ScrapeFavorData #FavorAppDataExtraction #FavorFoodDeliveryDataScraping #FavorScraper #FavorDatasets #FavorScrapingAPI

[jazzruinedmylife-blog]

Wednesday 2/7/24

Inside all day. In room. Depression, fatigue. Recovering from Florida trip. Dom seeking, texting.

6:30 -- Rehearsal with kids at Cortini's. How High The Moon. Right notes? Need separate rehearsal for When The Saints. Taking forever.

Food after. Steak over salad. Excellent. Bread. Matt's giant cookies, from Snowtop. Holding back, just one. Sutter Home cabernet exccellent.

No Schlem?

[cornerstonecellars12]

Wine and Food Pairing with Cornerstone Cellars: Elevate Your Culinary Experiences

There’s only one way to become a wine and food pairing expert: eat and drink a variety of wine and food! You might start with classic, tried-and-true pairings that never fail. But the way to become skilled at this art is by venturing off the beaten path. Consider all of the dimensions of the wine you’d like to pair and allow your curiosity to guide you.

Let’s take one of the most famous grapes in the world as an example. Cabernet Sauvignon has a robust flavor profile of dark fruit, vanilla, smoke, and even chocolate is made bigger by structured tannins and rich acidity. This gives us so many food pairing options.

Your best cut for your best Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon

When it comes to your cut of meat, the bigger the better! Red meat and fatty meats pair perfectly with the robust tannins found in Cabernet Sauvignon and complement the wine’s intensity. 

Dishes like grilled steak are rich in texture and accentuate Cabernet’s oaky notes, bringing an extra char and earthiness to the forefront. Beef stew adds layers of flavor, and smooths out the tannins. Lamb chops are rich enough to cut through the pronounced flavors of Napa Valley Cabernet, and you’ll find that the seasonings you chose for your meat are enhanced. 

Rich cheeses for rich Cabernet

With cheese, we can follow the same school of thought: the richest, most dramatic cheese in your selection will be an adventure alongside a glass of Cabernet. 

Aged cheddar is a classic, crowd-pleasing cheese with a firm texture and sharp, developed flavors that won’t wash away with Cabernet’s intensity. Smoked gouda has a smoky, salty profile that will enhance Cabernet’s dark fruit, while blue cheese (like Roquefort) is pungent and unforgettable: a perfect choice for a Cabernet with high acidity and jammy fruit. 

Grilled vegetables go best 

Did you know that Cabernet Sauvignon also pairs perfectly with grilled vegetables? A little bit of char on your veggies gives them a smoky, bold profile that holds up nicely with your favorite red wine. 

Eggplant is heavy and rich and holds up nicely with Cabernet. Try it grilled as a side dish to your steak, or try eggplant parmesan. Grilled portobellos have a beautiful umami profile that brings out Cabernet’s earthier flavors, and don’t be afraid to try greener vegetables. Zucchini is irresistible with a char to it, and the brightness of the vegetables enhances Cabernet’s herbaceous character. 

Indulge in chocolate and Cabernet Sauvignon

Not everyone knows that chocolate, perhaps the most beloved sweet in the world, pairs beautifully with the best Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon in your cellar. The wine’s tannins and rich fruit balance the bitterness of dark chocolate, so let’s repeat our Cabernet rule here: go big or go home. 

Desserts like triple chocolate cake, chocolate molasses cookies, and chocolate espresso truffles will showcase the dark fruit notes in your Cabernet. To bring out even more fruity flavor, try desserts that feature a little bit of fruit like chocolate and fig cake or chocolate raspberry tart. 

Elevate Your Pairings

If you think a little bit about the dimensions of the flavor profile of Cabernet: dark fruit, structured tannins, oaky notes like smoke and chocolate, and herbs, you see a world of culinary options open up. Give this a try with your favorite grape. Happy pairing!

#yountville winery

[brookston]

Holidays 12.4

Holidays

Alpha Phi Alpha Day

Andisop begins (Isle of Man) [3-Weeks before Xmas fiddlers go door-to-door playing the song and announcing the weather in exchange for a tip; thru Xmas]

Barbórka (Miners' Day; Poland)

Berkeley Hundred Thanksgiving

Carbon Literacy Action Day

Day of Publicists (Colombia)

Day of the Artisans (Mexico)

Dragon Age Day

Extraordinary Work Team Recognition Day

Fir Day (French Republic)

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Grange Day

Hov Day

International Cheetah Day

International Day of Banks (UN)

International Free Hugs Day (a.k.a. Int'l Hug Day)

International Revolutionary Day

National Cyber Signing Day

National Day (Laos; UAE)

National Dice Day

National Dystychiphobia Awareness Day

National Francis Day

National Kitten Day

National Rototelehandler Day

National Sock Day

National Tunneling Day (UK)

National Write a Letter to Santa Day

Navy Day (India)

Pallister-Killian Syndrome (PKS) Awareness Day

Rake Leaves Into the World's Largest Pile Day

Ribbons and Wrap Day

Santa's List Day

Sarsodaw Pwe (a.k.a. Sarsodaw-nei or Writers’ Day/Literati Day; Myanmar) [varies during month of Natdaw, 9th month pf Burmese calendar]

Thai Environment Day (Thailand)

Tupou Day (Tonga)

Wear a Beard of Bees Today Day 

Wear Brown Shoes Day

Women in Agriculture Day

World Water Loss Day

Worldwide Handsome Day (South Korea)

World Wildlife Conservation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cabernet Franc Day

National Cookie Day (a.k.a. Cookie Baking Day)

1st Monday in December

Tree Dressing Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Walt Disney Day [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Commonwealth of Fundy (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Ada (Christian; Saint)

Anno II (Christian; Saint)

Barbera (Christian; Saint) [brewers] *

Bernardo degli Uberti (Christian; Saint)

Bona Dea ("The Good Goddess" Secret Ceremony; Ancient Rome)

Chocolate Anything Day (Pastafarian)

Clement of Alexandria (Anglicanism, Eastern Catholicism)

Day of Shango (a.k.a. Sango, Chango or Zango; God of Fire, Thunder & Lightning in Santería, Yorùbá)

Day of the Frost King (Pagan)

Eid il-Burbara (Honoring St. Barbara, but like Halloween; Israel, Jordan, Lebanon, Palestine, Russia, Syria, Turkey)

Festival for Minerva (Ancient Rome)

Giovanni Calabria (Christian; Saint)

John of Damascus (Christian; Saint)

Kepler (Positivist; Saint)

Maruthas (Christian; Saint)

Mechagodzilla Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Merrill Lunch Hungerdunger McCormack All Accountant Marching Society (Muppetism)

Nicholas Ferrar (Anglicanism)

Osmund (Christian; Saint)

Pallas Athena Celebration (Goddess of Wisdom)

Peter Chrysologus (Christian; Saint)

Sigiramnus (a.k.a. Siran; Christian; Saint)

Wassily Kandinsky (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Basin Street Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)

Beatles for Sale, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)

Black Mirror (Anthology TV Series 2011)

December’s Children (And Everybody’s), by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1965)

The Dreadful Doll (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #12; 1964)

Father’s Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

I Fought the Law, by The Crickets (Song; 1960)

I Get a Kick Out of You, recorded by Ethel Merman (Song; 1934)

Jet Jockey Rocky or The One Point Landing (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 77; 1960)

Krampus (Film; 2015)

Landslide on the Rails or Bullwinkle Covers His Tracks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 184; 1962)

Mickey’s Polo Team (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

MI-5 (Film; 2015)

Missouri Mish Mash, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 183; 1962)

On Golden Pond (Film; 1981)

Out of Our Idiot, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1987)

Plots and Plans or Two Many Crooks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 78; 1960)

Porky’s Hero Agency (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Reds (Film; 1981)

The Simpsons Sings the Blues (Album; 1990)

The Story of Ferdinand, by Munro Leaf (Children’s Book; 1936)

The Ten Commandments (Film; 1923)

Tobacco Road, by Jack Kirkland (Play; 1933)

Too Late to Cry, by Alison Krauss (Album; 1987)

Up in the Air (Film; 2009)

The Woods Are Full of Cuckoos (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Adolf, Barbara, Johannes (Austria)

Varvara (Bulgaria)

Barbara, Ivan, Sunčica (Croatia)

Barbora (Czech Republic)

Barbara (Denmark)

Barba, Barbara, Parba, Varje, Varju, Varve (Estonia)

Aira, Airi (Finland)

Barbara (France)

Barbara, Johannes (Germany)

Barbara, Seraphim, Varvara (Greece)

Barbara, Borbála (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Baiba, Barba, Barbara (Latvia)

Barbora, Liugailė, Vainotas (Lithuania)

Barbara, Barbro (Norway)

Barbara, Berno, Biernat, Chrystian, Hieronim, Krystian, Piotr (Poland)

Varava (Romania)

Barbora (Slovakia)

Bárbara, Juan (Spain)

Barbara, Barbro (Sweden)

Barbara (Ukraine)

Ada, Adah, Adina, Aida, Babette, Barbara, Barbie, Barbra, Osman, Osmond (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 338 of 2024; 27 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 49 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 22 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 21 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 21 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 8 Zima; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 November 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 2 Bichat (13th Month) [Kepler]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 72 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 13 of 30)

#calendar #Holidays

[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 12.4

Holidays

Alpha Phi Alpha Day

Andisop begins (Isle of Man) [3-Weeks before Xmas fiddlers go door-to-door playing the song and announcing the weather in exchange for a tip; thru Xmas]

Barbórka (Miners' Day; Poland)

Berkeley Hundred Thanksgiving

Carbon Literacy Action Day

Day of Publicists (Colombia)

Day of the Artisans (Mexico)

Dragon Age Day

Extraordinary Work Team Recognition Day

Fir Day (French Republic)

Fred Hampton Day (Illinois)

Grange Day

Hov Day

International Cheetah Day

International Day of Banks (UN)

International Free Hugs Day (a.k.a. Int'l Hug Day)

International Revolutionary Day

National Cyber Signing Day

National Day (Laos; UAE)

National Dice Day

National Dystychiphobia Awareness Day

National Francis Day

National Kitten Day

National Rototelehandler Day

National Sock Day

National Tunneling Day (UK)

National Write a Letter to Santa Day

Navy Day (India)

Pallister-Killian Syndrome (PKS) Awareness Day

Rake Leaves Into the World's Largest Pile Day

Ribbons and Wrap Day

Santa's List Day

Sarsodaw Pwe (a.k.a. Sarsodaw-nei or Writers’ Day/Literati Day; Myanmar) [varies during month of Natdaw, 9th month pf Burmese calendar]

Thai Environment Day (Thailand)

Tupou Day (Tonga)

Wear a Beard of Bees Today Day 

Wear Brown Shoes Day

Women in Agriculture Day

World Water Loss Day

Worldwide Handsome Day (South Korea)

World Wildlife Conservation Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cabernet Franc Day

National Cookie Day (a.k.a. Cookie Baking Day)

1st Monday in December

Tree Dressing Day (UK) [1st Monday]

Walt Disney Day [1st Monday]

Independence Days

Commonwealth of Fundy (Declared; 2009) [unrecognized]

Westland Province Day (New Zealand)

Feast Days

Ada (Christian; Saint)

Anno II (Christian; Saint)

Barbera (Christian; Saint) [brewers] *

Bernardo degli Uberti (Christian; Saint)

Bona Dea ("The Good Goddess" Secret Ceremony; Ancient Rome)

Chocolate Anything Day (Pastafarian)

Clement of Alexandria (Anglicanism, Eastern Catholicism)

Day of Shango (a.k.a. Sango, Chango or Zango; God of Fire, Thunder & Lightning in Santería, Yorùbá)

Day of the Frost King (Pagan)

Eid il-Burbara (Honoring St. Barbara, but like Halloween; Israel, Jordan, Lebanon, Palestine, Russia, Syria, Turkey)

Festival for Minerva (Ancient Rome)

Giovanni Calabria (Christian; Saint)

John of Damascus (Christian; Saint)

Kepler (Positivist; Saint)

Maruthas (Christian; Saint)

Mechagodzilla Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

The Merrill Lunch Hungerdunger McCormack All Accountant Marching Society (Muppetism)

Nicholas Ferrar (Anglicanism)

Osmund (Christian; Saint)

Pallas Athena Celebration (Goddess of Wisdom)

Peter Chrysologus (Christian; Saint)

Sigiramnus (a.k.a. Siran; Christian; Saint)

Wassily Kandinsky (Artology)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sensho (先勝 Japan) [Good luck in the morning, bad luck in the afternoon.]

Premieres

Basin Street Blues, recorded by Louis Armstrong (Song; 1928)

Beatles for Sale, by The Beatles (Album; 1964)

Black Mirror (Anthology TV Series 2011)

December’s Children (And Everybody’s), by The Rolling Stones (Album; 1965)

The Dreadful Doll (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #12; 1964)

Father’s Lion (Disney Cartoon; 1952)

I Fought the Law, by The Crickets (Song; 1960)

I Get a Kick Out of You, recorded by Ethel Merman (Song; 1934)

Jet Jockey Rocky or The One Point Landing (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 77; 1960)

Krampus (Film; 2015)

Landslide on the Rails or Bullwinkle Covers His Tracks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 184; 1962)

Mickey’s Polo Team (Disney Cartoon; 1936)

MI-5 (Film; 2015)

Missouri Mish Mash, Part 1 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 183; 1962)

On Golden Pond (Film; 1981)

Out of Our Idiot, by Elvis Costello (Album; 1987)

Plots and Plans or Two Many Crooks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 78; 1960)

Porky’s Hero Agency (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Reds (Film; 1981)

The Simpsons Sings the Blues (Album; 1990)

The Story of Ferdinand, by Munro Leaf (Children’s Book; 1936)

The Ten Commandments (Film; 1923)

Tobacco Road, by Jack Kirkland (Play; 1933)

Too Late to Cry, by Alison Krauss (Album; 1987)

Up in the Air (Film; 2009)

The Woods Are Full of Cuckoos (WB MM Cartoon; 1937)

Today’s Name Days

Adolf, Barbara, Johannes (Austria)

Varvara (Bulgaria)

Barbara, Ivan, Sunčica (Croatia)

Barbora (Czech Republic)

Barbara (Denmark)

Barba, Barbara, Parba, Varje, Varju, Varve (Estonia)

Aira, Airi (Finland)

Barbara (France)

Barbara, Johannes (Germany)

Barbara, Seraphim, Varvara (Greece)

Barbara, Borbála (Hungary)

Barbara (Italy)

Baiba, Barba, Barbara (Latvia)

Barbora, Liugailė, Vainotas (Lithuania)

Barbara, Barbro (Norway)

Barbara, Berno, Biernat, Chrystian, Hieronim, Krystian, Piotr (Poland)

Varava (Romania)

Barbora (Slovakia)

Bárbara, Juan (Spain)

Barbara, Barbro (Sweden)

Barbara (Ukraine)

Ada, Adah, Adina, Aida, Babette, Barbara, Barbie, Barbra, Osman, Osmond (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 338 of 2024; 27 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 1 of week 49 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ruis (Elder) [Day 7 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 22 (Bing-Shen)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 21 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 21 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 8 Zima; Oneday [8 of 30]

Julian: 21 November 2023

Moon: 50%: 3rd Quarter

Positivist: 2 Bichat (13th Month) [Kepler]

Runic Half Month: Is (Stasis) [Day 9 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 72 of 89)

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 13 of 30)

#Holidays

[sergenotary]

December 4 Celebrations

December 4th Celebrations

International Cheetah Day

A day to raise awareness about the plight of cheetahs, the fastest land animals on earth.

Cheetahs are threatened by habitat loss, poaching, and conflict with humans.

Learn more about cheetahs and how to help them at cheetah.org

National Cookie Day

A day to celebrate cookies, one of the most popular desserts in the world.

There are countless varieties of cookies, from chocolate chip to peanut butter to snickerdoodle.

Enjoy National Cookie Day by baking your own cookies, buying cookies from a bakery, or giving cookies as gifts.

World Wildlife Conservation Day

A day to raise awareness about the importance of conserving wildlife and their habitats.

Wildlife is essential for the health of our planet, and it is important to protect them for future generations.

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National Sock Day

A day to celebrate socks, the unsung heroes of our wardrobes.

Socks keep our feet warm, comfortable, and stylish.

Celebrate National Sock Day by wearing your favorite socks, organizing a sock swap, or donating socks to those in need.

Santa's List Day

A day for children to check their Santa lists and make sure they have been good throughout the year.

Santa's List Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated annually on December 4th.

Celebrate Santa's List Day by checking your list, writing a letter to Santa, or leaving cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas Eve night.

Cabernet Franc Day

A day to celebrate Cabernet Franc, a red wine grape that is known for its bold flavors and complexity.

Cabernet Franc Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated annually on December 4th.

Celebrate Cabernet Franc Day by trying a different style of Cabernet Franc or attending a wine tasting event.

National Dice Day

A day to celebrate dice, a simple yet versatile tool that can be used for games, divination, and decision-making.

National Dice Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated annually on December 4th.

Celebrate National Dice Day by playing a dice game, learning about the history of dice, or creating your own dice game.

Wear Brown Shoes Day

A day to embrace brown shoes, a classic and versatile footwear choice.

Wear Brown Shoes Day is an unofficial holiday celebrated annually on December 4th.

Celebrate Wear Brown Shoes Day by wearing your favorite brown shoes, investing in a new pair, or experimenting with different shades of brown.

A Blue Christmas

A day for people who are experiencing grief or sadness during the holidays to come together and support each other.

Blue Christmas Day is a non-denominational Christian worship service that is held on or around the darkest day of the year, which is the winter solstice.

Blue Christmas Day services are open to anyone who is feeling down or alone during the holiday season.

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