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if someone irl found ur blog how long would it take them to confirm it was you. i think it would take 1 singular second for me

#fairly certain i don't know prev but i definitely know people who know prev. #like. psychic damage from seeing 'o'donnell on fosterage' on my dash. hi tom 🙃 #(prev i put off following you for. wow like over a decade? bc medieval studies is a very very small pond. #but now i find it soothing to have manuscript-posting on my dash. nature is healing.) #i am a medievalisn't

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#brown sauce!! #the vinegar really cuts through the grease. ohhh i want a fry up now. #food cw

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Got tagged by @distressednoise

Get to know me better (threat)

Last song I listened to: according to my audioscrobbler it was Inertia Creeps by Massive Attack yesterday morning. I've been out in the garden a lot today and didn't have my headphones on, but have now listened to Bodyguard by Beyoncé enough that I've had it stuck in my head.

Currently watching: right this moment it's Ulster v Cardiff and Ulster's hands aren't doing us any favours. Still working my way through The Expanse but trying not to steam ahead without mum, though it's now awkward to watch together when she's in a different house, so getting through it slowly. Have been absolutely reaming through Lower Decks S4 though, which is excellent.

Sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury or spicy. If forced to choose, then the former. Cheese, man. Salt.

Relationship status: I have a long term long suffering husband. he's fucking great actually.

Current obsession: my interests are a bit nebulous right now but I'm still pretty well anchored in Brassian-ville, and enjoying seeing the garden at the new house evolve, and also tricking myself into practicing my Georgian again and getting back into poetry translation.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this, I mean it, just do the meme and say I tagged you!

#meme #get to know me meme

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Another day in Georgia

#✊✊✊ #<- fist that system megobrebo #georgia #foreign agent law #საქართველო #my teacher is losing her mind. my facebook is just videos of streams of crowds. #i had to use a vpn to get the pdf of the actual law off parliament.ge because the site is blocked outside georgia #haha. transparency haha. #the government is lying even more blatantly than usual. just. straight up topsy-turvy land. #the thousands of people protesting are incredible. SO strong. stay strong guys. გაუმარჯოს!! #*გაგიმარჯოს #აი რა დღეს ჩემი ენა ძააააან ცუდია

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Andor: A Disney+ Day Special Look (released on September 8, 2022)

#bts view of joplin's moulin rouge worthy high kick!!!! #andor #bts

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I have one of those robot vacuums but there's a mirror in the house low enough to the ground that the lidar scanner can see a nonexistent room in the reflection so on the navigation map it's generated I have a room that doesn't exist that I have to forbid the vacuum from entering.

#1 rogue street

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#nine. it's been over a year since my last and i lonnnnggg. i yearn.

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I need someone to draw the entire DS9 crew having a very emotional discussion about whether ACAB includes Odo or not.

Kira is in agony and looks like she's about to have a mental breakdown.

Someone stands up up from the back and shouts a very clear "YES."

It's Odo.

#ajshhdhddff #i choked #laugh rule #💯 #deep space nine #ds9

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ROUND NINE CATEGORY: Best Shoulder to Cry On

Two will win and go into the yearbook. Who's it going to be?

Round Ten Category: Most Likely to Be Your Boss

Keep in mind that this is how you would've perceived them in high school and then NOMINATE NOW

#lmfao BLORBO SWEEP

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#it's true that's exactly what yoda said

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Trains that go across a barren wasteland, the last vestige of civilization within the wastes heading to the last grand city on the continent

#the dark tower #there are animals! i remember vividly the description of the high speed train ripping a deer's skin clean off as it passes

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WIP Wednesday

Sometimes @notasapleasure lets me ramble at her about my terrible AU idea where Syril and Cassian are rival hockey goalies who despise each other, because she is too indulgent for her own good. And while part of me does sincerely mean to write this (because doing an AU of your old fandom in your new fandom is a proud tradition), I'm also not going to be able to for months, so I'm just going to put some porny Brassian chatfic under a cut and pretend it's a WIP Wednesday post, and you're all going to humour me that I will one day finish it.

For context:

Cassian has spent years slogging away in the minor leagues, where he can't admit to being injured because he's already too small, the doctors are terrible, the drugs are worse and Syril fucking Karn is always looking to chase him out of the lineup.

And now he's arrived in the promised land, where physio Brasso is advancing toward him with some designer drugs and perfect arms, ready to make all Cassian's nagging aches go away, at least temporarily. 

And there are just so many excuses for Brasso to touch him. Cassian learns to reach for them easily: Hi Brasso shoulder's not great. Hi Brasso feeling real tight, could you -? Brasso my leg's cramping again. Brasso Brasso Brasso.

At some point he decides he should probably return the favour.

Very carefully taking Brasso's hand in his and working it over. Focused so much on getting it right and not messing up Brasso's beautiful hands that he briefly forgets about Brasso's beautiful face, but when he looks up Brasso is staring at him with the kind of possessive, hungry expression that Cassian has wanted from him all season.

One of those hands comes up, catching on a crease in Cassian's expression, smooths it out. "It's ok," he says. "You can just ask."

Cassian can't "just ask". Cassian has "just asked" for things over and over again, and his entire career has been built on being clever enough to know what to do when "just asking" gets you a flat no. But this is Brasso.

He's not brave enough to do it straight. It's too much. He splits the difference and says "Anything else I can help you with?", leery, easily joking if it needs to be, ready to give brasso a just-buddies shoulder smack and laugh it off. But Brasso's reels him I'm by a fistful of shirt and doesn't stop until Cassian's straddling his lap, newly-loose hips stretched wide by Brasso's thighs. Their faces are so close. Cassian wonders if this is going to be a kissing hook up. Then Brasso lifts one leg a little, shuffles and bumps them closer, and Cassian thinks fuck it and makes it one. He asked. He's asking. Brasso makes an approving sound and opens up, lets Cassian lick into his mouth and scrape along his jaw

The NHL isn't the easiest environment to pick up guys in and Cassian told himself he wasn't missing it, but now that it's happening again, he's greedy for it. He wants all of Brasso all at once, wants to keep kissing him and suck him and stay grinding down on the growing ridge of his dick all at the same time. His hands have found skin. He can't open his eyes. He doesn't want to keep them closed. He's stuck there, skittery with indecision, until Brasso goes for his belt, which is wrong enough for him to say "No no no, you're not meant -" 

Brasso stops, unwraps his arm from behind Cassian. Holds them up in surrender. 

"I worked hard on these," Cassian says, taking him by the wrists. "You can't go and, and -" Cassian didn’t really think he'd ever want Brasso not to touch him, but this is - . He knows what he's doing. He needs Brasso to know that he knows. He presses Brasso's hands back to the wall. "Keep them there, OK?" 

Brasso smiles in a quiet, private way, but he doesn't laugh, and when Cassian lets go he doesn't move his arms.

As soon as Cassian leans back up and finds he has to rebalance, he's aware he's not made the best decision, but when has he ever? He reaches back for Brasso's thigh, and by silent agreement they manage to get one of Brasso's feet braced against a desk so he can lift his legs and simultaneously keep Cassian's weight forward and bring them close enough together for Cassian to get their trousers open, get his hand on Brasso's cock so he can feel the weight and the heat of it, thumb over the slit where it's wet and red and let himself think yeah, he's missed this a lot.

He's acutely aware that they're in medical and that there are beds and lube and all sorts of things around that would make this easier, that brasso would let him make this easier, gladly, but anything that involves breaking the bubble they're built between them feels dangerous. If he gets down he'll never get back up. If he turns away there's a chance Brasso will realise this is a mistake. He has one hand on the back of Brasso's neck, tight, and it won't let him let go. 

He's got just enough room to get his cock out, to line them up. He's trying to think of the least off-putting way to spit in his hand this close up to someone when Brasso says, "Hey, hey," and Cassian thinks this is it, the realisation, the suggestion that they awkwardly scuttle across the room to find something to make this more dignified and accidentally turn into colleagues again in the process. But then Brasso says "give it here," nodding at Cassian's hand, and when Cassian brings it up to his mouth it turns out Brasso is on the same page as him, wants to get him wet but not enough to move. Cassian feels the hot wet scrape of Brasso's tongue on his palm and thinks yeah, this is going to be fine.

He gets stuck for a moment on his hand over Brasso's mouth, on the drag of Brasso's stubble against it, on the fact that if he wants to hook a thumb behind Brasso's teeth and tug his head down he can, Brasso will just go with him. He reaches down with one hand to start working them in earnest and moves the other from the back of Brasso's neck to the hinge of jaw, fish hooks him, keeps tugging. Brasso's face is red and smeared with spit and Cassian is making it worse and Brasso is moaning and licking at the thumb hooked is his mouth, is trying to turn more into Cassian's hand. Cassian messes up everything and Brasso is happy to be messed up and when they are done he will put his hands on Cassian so carefully, Cassian can almost feel it already.

He keeps working, finds a level of pressure that makes Brasso curse and sticks to it, spits more, buries his face in Brasso's shoulder so he doesn't have to see Brasso's reaction to that and then regrets it when Brasso makes a low, guttural noise. When Cassian looks up he's got that expression again, the good one, the one that says he's seen through to some part of Cassian no-one else has managed to and wants to sink his teeth into it.

Cassian kisses him again, sloppier than last time, lets Brasso nudge his head back and worry at his neck even though it makes them lurch sideways precariously. He tries to get back to kissing after that, but Brasso pants, "I want to see, let me see," and wedges his head against Cassian's chest so he has a full view of where Cassian is jerking them both off. Cassian can see his hands hovering off the wall, can see Brasso pressing them back because he asked. He doubles down and Brasso swears loudly, sinks his teeth into Cassian's shoulder through his shirt.

"Proud of yourself for that?" Brasso manages after a second and Cassian is, yes. He’s enjoying the way that Brasso's shaking, and close enough that he can nip at Brasso’s ear and say "very," then spit again while Brasso is looking and keep going. Brasso looks like Cassian used to feel, like he can't decide whether he wants to look at Cassian's face or his dick or keep burrowing into his shirt. He settles on his face, surges up to bite at his jaw. No-one ever looks at Cassian and Cassian never blinks at anything but Brasso's teeth are on him and Cassian closes his eyes and comes.

Brasso's hands on him are as careful as he expected, pulling him forward and tugging up his shirt so he can rock himself over the edge against the taut plane of Cassian's stomach. Cassian thinks briefly about how far it is to the car, who might be here. Who might notice if he left here covered in Brasso, whether Brasso would follow him home and add to it. Whether he'd get to drive along with Brasso's hand pressed up under the edge of his shirt, scratching at this mess they've made together.

So when Brasso vanishes for a minute and reappears with a length of medicals ubiquitous blue paper, Cassian thinks fuck it, and asks.

#I GOT PORN IN MY INBOX AND IT WAS GREAT ACTUALLY #chat fic #<- THAT'S the genre yes good #hockey fandom has so much to teach us :))) #distressednoise i am NOT too indulgent for my own good i am just the right amount of indulgent to get this deliciousness delivered directly #and i will humour you for as long as it takes please leave porn in my inbox whenever inspiration strikes #brassian #i love their dynamic in this au #intimacy speed run via PT #and i haven't stopped thing about the car ride to cassian's after this. #the silence hot and jumbled with confused smiles and awkward laughter. cassian's cheeks hot as he tries to keep his focus on the road. #brasso's hand so warm and heavy on his thigh. quietly reminding him this is his turning because cassian's brain is already racing ahead #to all they can do on the few items of half-clear half-unpacled furniture. #fic recs #brasso #cassian andor #hockey au

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Had a debate with a friend and now I gotta know

please reblog for larger sample size, my friend bet me no one would say Gimli and I wanna prove her wrong

#to my shame i saw the fotr film before reading the books and was briefly a legolas girlie #(latent bi behaviour is how i justify this now) #then i read the books and became a faramir fan 4 lyfe #such that i cultivated a crush on david wenham even though i knew filmamir was but a pale shade of the man i adored #the road goes ever on and on

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#irfu shirts #mainly worn at six nations and world cups but i do consider myself an active supporter

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#i was emphatically not allowed a tv in my room #we had one with 3-5 terrestrial channels depending on the signal that day #(i remember when channel 5 was launched) #(signal for it was always dreadful you had to balance the aerial in absurd ways)

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if youve got multiple jobs pick whatever you want idc but im more interested in the longer usual one

#i'm so glad to wfh now #it used to be an hour+ each way: stressful 20min cycle -> overcrowded 20min train -> 30min brisk walk #(no way was my bike going on a train at 168% capacity 🙃) #the walk was often the nicest bit because it was the least stressful and i went past a couple of waterways #and saw a heron quite often and a kingfisher and ONCE a massive jay :)) #but when i got home at night i hated Everything and Everyone #furlough in that beautiful house (affordable because it was so far away from the train station to the city with jobs) was heavenly though

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New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.

#my expression is filled with affection and awe and some other emotions as distressednoise paces my inbox doing this