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canadachronicles · 5 months
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Thank you for everything, Sincy!
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World Cocktail Day 
Host or attend a cocktail party and try out some new flavors, or perfect your hand at mixing any number of drinks, from a White Russian to a classic Cosmo.
“No party is complete without cocktails! My friends all have different tastes when it comes to their drink of choice, so I like to maintain a well-stocked bar with different kinds of alcohol to keep everyone happy.” ~Khloe Kardashian
One of the best ways people get together and bond over life is through drinking. For a fun night out, cocktails provide a wide arrangement of scents and flavors to keep everything exciting and have a long history of becoming a steady staple in people’s lives. So, let us dive right in and see what World Cocktail Day is all about.
History of World Cocktail Day
In 1806, The Balance and Columbian Repository coined the term “cocktail” as a stimulating liquor with a wide variety of sweets, waters, and bitters. Originally, the Oxford English Dictionary defined the term with a different set of connotations, describing it as a horse with a tail like a cock’s, with its tail cocked up instead of hung down.
Cocktails as a drink, however, started as a British invention in the 19th century and has since become an American innovation when a Connecticut-born bartender Jerry Thomas wrote the book “The Bartender’s Guide.” The Bartender’s Guide basically broadcasted an encyclopedia of how to mix drinks and recipes on some of the best combinations of drinks and flavors.
During the 1920s American prohibition, many cocktails were mixed into existence that remain firm favorites today. With not much high-quality alcohol available, cocktails were the perfect way to make that smuggled rum, gin or whiskey just a little bit more drinkable. Enter the cocktail; rum mojitos, the Sidecar, and the Tom Collins all flourished at a time when recreational alcohol wasn’t legal.
The ‘Bee’s Knees’ cocktail was actually created to mask and sweeten the taste of illegally brewed bathtub gin. The roaring twenties took the cocktail and shook it up into some of our most popular modern-day cocktails. Drinking didn’t stop during the prohibition, people simply went underground. Many illegal speakeasies popped up, serving cocktails in jazz-style locales.
Post-prohibition saw the invention of drinks that still grace the pages of your favorite cocktail bar menus. 1954 saw the mixing of the Pina Colada in Puerto Rico when Ramon Marrero created the delicious pineapple treat at the Caribe Hilton hotel. 1988 saw the much-loved Cosmopolitan enter our lives, thanks to Toby Cecchini and his desire to share a drink with his fellow bartenders in San Francisco.
A constant throughout the cocktail era in America was the Rainbow Room. Opened after the prohibition in 1934, the Rainbow Room was a high-end club where New York A-listers could celebrate in style with post-prohibition cocktails. The Rainbow Room was revived and renovated in different forms over the years, being closed during WWII and for various restorations.
The 1987 reopening saw emerging mixologist Dale DeGroff create a pre-prohibition list of cocktails that revived some firm favorites and spearheaded the modern cocktail mixing revolution that made the cocktail bar increasingly popular.
The holiday itself is held annually by Drinkaware, a United Kingdom-based charity that brings awareness to the effects of drinking and aims to reduce the harm that drinking can have on people and families. The website provides facts and information about drinking, alcohol poisoning, and alcohol abuse. The World Cocktail Day page that Drinkaware hosts have events all over the world that you can partake in, a blog you can follow about your favorite recipes, and how you can drink safely while also having fun.
How to Celebrate World Cocktail Day
If you’re up for a night of fun drinking, then host a party at your place and mix up some of your favorite drinks for your friends. If you want to spice things up, check out a new recipe on some of your favorite blogs or newsletters, and make your kitchen or bar into an experiment place for you and your friends.
If you’re feeling confident, you could create your own home bar and serve some of your favorite fizz-fuelled cocktails, or make your own cocktail creations with a fresh twist. Give your bar a theme and add your own unique names to your new mixers. Treat yourself to a cocktail bible and teach yourself how to make the perfect passionfruit martini or rope in your own bartender friend for some mixology advice.
If you are creating your own home bar and are jumping in as a novice bartender, you could start with a classy cosmopolitan or cheeky sex on the beach. Why not take a theme to a whole new level and take your new bar theme to a party level. Whether you’re making a sneaky speakeasy or a chic cocktail bar, making it your own is the perfect way to celebrate World Cocktail Day.
You could even avoid doing the work yourself and enroll in a cocktail class for you and your friends. Learn from the best shakers and master mixologists. Don’t want to leave the house? Why not use an online video or order a beginner’s pack right to your door. Or splash out on an inhouse mixing masterclass (calling all bartender friends again).
You might be more of a cocktail connoisseur than a master mixologist. Why not get some of the good stuff mixed for you, so you can sample some delightful cocktails without having to actually make them yourself. Put on a cocktail-themed film, sip your mojito and feel like you’re in the summer sun.
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hozomeen · 3 months
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little niche ways colin expresses love…..
he lets you into his home. point blank. if u have stepped foot into his home he trusts and loves u. colin is SO firm about his boundaries towards who is free to come & go his home, he doesnt invite people in like ever unless theyre close friends. hes even hesitant to let in other states if theyre not like, obviously KS / OR / ID / AK (family) and IL / MN / NY / ME / GA / NM / HI (states hes known for a long time otherwise)
he takes you tidepooling!! its one of his absolute favorite quiet activities and he loves to pick up and pet little critters like sea stars, nudis & crabs. colin taking u to carkeek park or [REDACTED bc im gatekeeping it ☻ washingtonians feel free to ask tho] means he trusts u with something near and dear to his heart, delicate wildlife. if he tells u to hold out ur hands and drops a snail or banana slug or what have u in it CHERISH
he wants to play video games w you!!! colins not a fan of like…playing with strangers online yk? like random matchup games? it gives him hellish anxiety so hes often stuck with single player games unless he has a friend who can hop on minecraft or even if its just doing a digital puzzle together.
he “documents” being friends with you….he wont invade privacy ofc if asked not to do this but he likes to take pictures not just of his friends but of their living spaces and things they own and meals they share so that he will always remember this person’s life candidly.
he tells you “10,000 taaxid t’algiiyuu dang ga dii k’uu ga” — “i love you more than 10,000 salmon” in xaat kíl, something vincent taught him
he asks u to tell him a story. sometimes he wants a story about your life, sometimes he wants you to make up a story of ur own.
he gifts u a cowichan sweater!! tho they are traditionally a craft of british columbian origin…to own one means ur officially a part of the cascadia family! the whole gang approves!!!
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themagikaauthor · 4 months
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Greetings!
My name is the Author, and welcome! So, side blog but separate account, this will be my blog where I post about my OCs, the Magika. I made them up when I was twelve, and now that I’m older, I can make them all queer and depressed! I’ll also be adding some random facts about each of them. Below the cut is an intro to the world and my main characters. Love you, darlings!
Welcome to the realm of Ajencia, where magical beings make up the world. You’re ranked based off your magic level— more powerful means higher up, and vice versa for the lower class. There are five main species of Ajencia: Magi, elves, trolls, goblins, and fae, but of course there’s minor ones. The leader of each respective kingdom is part of the Council, which rules over Ajencia to maintain peace in the name of Celestia, the last Magici, a race that created magic itself.
Celestia’s magic has five branches: form, soul, vision, space, and protection, and each branch is related to a certain species. However, Magi are Celestia’s chosen people, and thus can cross over their magic into other branches despite being born into one specific track.
My main cast are all Magi, save for the two main characters. You’ll get why in a moment.
Starting with my main but not main four…
Hunter Wing. Magi Conjuror in Celestia’s space branch, his family are the Sun Nobles. The best of the best. In the Crystal Dome in which the Magi live, the Wings are practically royalty. Hunter’s father is the Grand Duke of the Magi and represents them in the Council. British. Cocky. Korean-Indian. Scholar. Loves his plants. Had never had a crush before. Until maybe he does.
Lisa Garcia. Magi Healer in the soul branch. Lower Magi class but still above most magicals because she’s a Magi. Blonde, freckled short as hell, Columbian, and the only one who maintains a relationship from the beginning to end of this story. She loves her girlfriend Primrose— they’re both lesbians. ADHD. Has two older brothers, two younger twins, and a baby brother. Def does not have a favorite.
Andrea Anyakapor-Wright. Magi Vanisher in the vision branch, Comet Noble, the third-highest ranking Noble. Hunter’s friend since childhood as the Nobles have a tight-knit circle. Emotionally abusive parents because I need someone to project upon. Perfectionism complex. Earrings and eyeshadow are her staple. Pansexual. British. Dreads with gold hair clips. Has an older sister, Aliyah, who her parents refuse to acknowledge being alive because she’s cut off communication with them once she was old enough to live on her own. Has definitely called her Headmistress “mom” by accident.
Sayaka Miyahira. Magi Protector in Celestia’s protection branch. A bit on the nose, but let’s just move on. In the “second” class of the Magi, the guard/knight-related families. Dad is captain of the guard and mom (they’re divorced but still remain good friends) just got engaged to her bi-gender fiancé, which is exciting. Japanese-Taiwanese, wants to be an engineer when she grows up. Tall girl (even taller than Hunter, whom she sometimes sees in the school kitchens at 4am to pick up some coffee. They’re both insomniacs). Builds her own tech. Her weapon: a bō and arrow. Get it? A bō. That collapses into a hard light bow. Get it. She’s great with wordplay. Autistic. L a y e r s. Fluent in DSL (Domian Sign Language). Demibisexual.
Wow, Say’s was a bit long. Don’t worry, I’ll probably introduce everyone later. Now, we have our main two girls!
Grace and Cassandra Covey. Twin sisters. Dead parents (because what 12-year-old writes mcs with living parents? Scoff). Wasian. Lives with their Aunt Emily in New York. Love each other more than anything. They may have PTSD from the fire when they were 8.
Grace is a driven scholar with a need for academic validation that causes her to not really care too much about the people around her. Introvert so she doesn’t really care anyways, but still. Not much friends, but she finds people exhausting. May be because she’s AuDHD, but she has a severe case of imposter syndrome so she doesn’t like to believe that. Closeted bisexual. Thinks the fire was her fault. Blames herself for it every day. Takes the role of the family protector upon herself. Gets into fistfights sometimes but has a silver tongue that’s kept her school records spotless for years. Skipped a year and started high school as a sophomore. Hates Chemistry with a passion. Hates crying. From her or from others. Seems tough but will collapse and found like a windshield wiper if someone does a book trope to her.
Cass is the more outgoing of the twins. Also AuDHD, but the type where she needs to be squeezed where her twin will die if she’s touched. The one to notice your haircut or remember your birthday from two months ago. Planner. Needs a plan or else she will zone out and die. Severe seperation anxiety from the night of the fire where the officers put her in a room by herself for hours where her mom and Grace were in the hospital. Very friendly. Theatre kid. Loves being the lead. Cannot do improv. Will probably be murderer because she can’t lie for shit. Pansexual in the way Andrew Garfield is bi. Unintentionally came off very trans-coded, so since I’m the Author she’s now transfem. Leader.
Okayyyyyy now some quick character relationship establishments;
Cass and Lisa: best friends
Andrea and Hunter: childhood friends
Sayaka and Grace: initial rivals turned best friends
Grace and Hunter: friends turned academic rivals turned best friends turned enemies turned friends again turned potential lovers. She’s not oblivious, she just doesn’t believe she’s worth being loved after what she did. He’s never had a crush before, until maybe her. Demi slut-turned-simp meets nerdy bi.
Cass and Andrea: rivals. Started with a half-hearted boot insult and evolved into a chair being broken over someone’s back. Andrea definitely does not have a minor crush.
Aaaaaand I think that’s it. Hope you liked the concept, loves! Will be updating with some art and writing hcs out Ajencia and the Magika. Stay tuned!
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avaliveradio · 2 years
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New Rock Music Single 'What people say' by Bealby Point
New Rock Music Single 'What people say' by Bealby Point
Release date: Jul 22, 2022 
Genre: Indie Rock, Indie Pop, Alternative Rock
Similar artists: Peach Pit, Mac Demarco, The Strokes, The Growlers, Joy Division
Bealby Point has spent the better part of two years with one goal in mind: capturing the most cherished memory of your favourite summer and turning it into the perfect sound. 
Not unlike a gang of kids from a Stephen King novel, the boys spent their roaming youth sneaking out to parties, riding bikes, and exploring the night in the sprawling suburbs of Deep Cove, a coastal neighbourhood of North Vancouver. 
The name Bealby Point, derives from the boys' favorite beachside vacation spot in the British Columbian interior – it was (and still is) an important beacon of inspiration when putting the final touches on their songwriting, among being a place of solitude from everyday life. 
Fast forward to 2018 when the boys recapture their friendship in the form of a band. Two-piece group, Jack Armstrong (lead vocals), and Jordan Studer (bass) stumbled upon music coming from the house of long-time friends, Clayton Dewar (lead guitar) with Zack Yeager (drums), also a two-piece. The two camps soon reconnected to realize they were complementary to each other's instruments and styles.
Drawing influence from various genres across the board, Bealby Point is like a cross between The Strokes and Eagles with a splash of Bahamas…on the rocks, no ice. In that case, you may ask, what does the experience of a Bealby Point live show feel like? It’s like hanging out with your friends on summer vacation between the school year. Like your first car with the tape stuck in the deck, so you can only listen to the radio. Or like your first pair of dirty Vans slip-ons you could never quite part with. Only the important things matter and it’s nothing short of the best time of your life. 
After releasing their debut EP in 2021, the boys are now ramping up for the release of their sophomore EP, recorded with veteran producer Matt Di Pomponio at the world-renowned recording studio, Hipposonic Studio. Expected for release in Summer 2022.
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Pretty word asks: wanderlust and luminous!
Wanderlust: Have you ever traveled outside of your country?
It’s been a while but yes! I’ve visited Ireland and Wales very briefly but I’ve been to England several times (mostly London but I have been to Liverpool as well), I’ve been to Barcelona which I absolutely loved, and I actually lived in France for about 7 months after college, while my family lived in Italy for two years (I was in college so I just visited for Christmas and summer break). I’ve also been to British Columbia a couple of times but I feel like that just barely counts as traveling out of the country lol. I’d really like to travel everywhere, especially Mexico, Australia, Japan, and Peru… Honestly I’d love to do some kind of extensive tour of South America, I think it’s so beautiful and I’m very interested in pre-Columbian history. If I had a ton of money, I wouldn’t buy a big fancy mansion, I’d just buy a dozen different condos or small homes in all of my favorite cities. 😍 My language skills are pretty poor though, I suspect because of my adhd. I’m pretty good with reading and decent at writing, but conversation is so hard for me. It’s hard for me in English too, so that’s not surprising. 😅
Luminous: Does you zodiac sign fit your personality?
So much so that my only tattoo is a Pisces symbol! 😂 I’m very emotional, I cry a lot, I’m a romantic, I feel that I’m pretty intuitive, and I also feel that I can be both soft and hard, like water. I do like astrology but I don’t know too much about it, at least not compared to some people. My mom is much more into it than I am, she used to print out monthly horoscopes for herself and my dad at the beginning of each month and they’d go over them together lol. I think astrology is more credible than skeptics give it credit for, but I most think it’s just fun.
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26 March 2022: Labyrinthitis, Destroyer. (Merge, 2022)
The 13th or 14th album by the British Columbian Dan Bejar-led Destroyer (depending on how you count; I count 14), high among my favorite bands of the past 25 years, is one of his most maddening, inconsistent, eccentric records since the 2004 all-MIDI Your Blues. Space and time don’t allow me to give a full explication of why I find Labyrinthitis to be so confounding, but I’ll point to a couple of Bejar quotes from a recent interview with Pitchfork: “Labyrinthitis is supposed to be really disorienting. It’s fast. And it’s incoherent . . . I don’t really get comfort from the record”; then, “I’m not sure these songs talk to each other. On paper, I think that’s supposed to be something I should be worried about, but I’m not.“
Whether or not the album is coherent or inconsistent, I’ve found it to be wildly playable. I could easily throw it on again right now. The first two songs, “It’s in Your Heart Now” and “Suffer,” are incredible tracks, the highlight of the album for me. Having heard just those two songs, I thought I was in store for another Destroyer album of sheer perfection. With third track “June,” the album reaches an early peak of strangeness; there are good songs that follow, but the album never again comes close to the majesty of those two opening tracks. I am curious to find out where this album falls in my final assessment of 2022′s releases; I’ve gone from thinking I didn’t care for it at all to thinking I need to hear it even more, and I’ve already heard it a lot. Bejar’s writing and music has changed significantly in the past eight to ten years. At one point he made oblique suggestions that he was leaving music completely. I used to say he was one of my favorite songwriters, but that was when he was doing a totally different sort of songwriting. The last few albums he’s released demonstrate other aspects of Destroyer, and are bold examples of what it can take to keep a musical project interesting and compelling over the course of two and a half decades. I will always have time for Bejar’s work.
Above are the front cover, hype sticker, and a crooked shot of the back cover. I believe those two figures on the back are members of the band. I could be wrong. Neither is Bejar.
Below are both sides of the inner sleeve. Having taken this in and looked at it under bright lights in the kitchen, I can finally see that this figure is Bejar himself. Good lord, do I need new glasses again already?
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Next are both labels. There is the tiniest difference between the two; the Merge logo only appears on the second side.
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Here are shots of both sides of the gorgeous vinyl. This is one of the better applications of colored vinyl that I’ve seen lately.
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The reclining figure in the tree on the front cover must surely be a nod to the artwork of Bejar’s 2011 reissue of his 1997 cassette release Ideas for Songs. I can’t put my finger on what the accordion-playing figure harkens to, but I feel like I’ve seen him before as well. Here’s that cover of Ideas for Songs:
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Hello Everyone! I've been conspiring with @sammy-jo1977 to create a new series of sorts. We want to explore all those characters that started us on our journey into Fandoms, large and small.
This series will be a place for those ladies and gents who haven't had a lot of attention recently, are old favorites or the ones you can't seem to shake. If you would like to contribute a chapter to this guide, please send me a message! We want to have a full and accurate guide, so we are hoping you'll hop in with your character of expertise!
As an example, I'm posting our first story... I'd love to get your thoughts! With Love - Your WordyNerdyGurl
In The Stacks - A Rupert Giles Story
Author’s Note:  This story is due, in large part, to my beta-bestie @sammy-jo1977 and it is part of the afore mentioned series.  This character might be off television, but his fiery spirit lives on!! As always, reblogs/ shares are encouraged as are comments and love!
Pairing:  Female Reader x Giles (Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series) Summary:  You get up to mischief with the librarian, in the stacks. Warnings:  SMUT ahead.  General Buffy knowledge might help, but is not required.  There’s a moment with a bit of blood, but hopefully nothing too triggering for anyone! I hope you enjoy!
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“Mr. Giles?” “Just a moment!”  You heard the clipped British voice answer before being drowned out by the heavy thumping of falling books and the rustling sound of shifting papers hitting the floor. As you stepped further into the Sunnydale High library, you weren’t surprised to see the familiar faces of Buffy, Willow, Xander and Cordelia huddled around a small table.  The friends were practically inseparable and clearly close.  You found their kinship adorable and couldn’t help smiling at the group as you drew closer. “Hello to some of my best students!  And of course, to you Mr. Harris.  How is everyone today?”
Willow, stalwart student and overachiever, smiled broadly, “Pretty good.  I did ace my math quiz and got an A on my English paper… but, well, I only pulled a B on my Bio test and I just know that I could have done better.” Offering her friend a consoling pat to the shoulder, Buffy sighed, “It’s ok, Will.  You’ll get those cells next time!” “Tune in next week as Willow passes her AP Biology test with flying colors, on ‘As Sunnydale Turns’!” Before anyone could counter, Giles came around the corner carrying a sturdy stack of texts which he dropped onto the table as gently as the large load allowed, “As always, you four are the best assistants a librarian could ask for.” “Come on Giles!  You know I only hang out here for the beautiful ladies!” Pinching the bridge of his strong nose, Rupert Giles sighed, “I am well aware of where your interests lie, Xander.” “Please, he can hardly handle being with one beautiful girl.”  That was from Cordelia who pouted prettily, her hand mirror open as she fixed her hair. “My girlfriend, ladies and gentlemen!  Thanks for that, Cordy.” Snapping the case shut, staring down her beau, she smiled, “You’re welcome.” “Uh, Mr. Giles, if I may?”  You hated to interrupt but you had come in with a purpose and you meant to see it through. “Yes, of course, how can I help?” Shuffling your feet, a bit nervous now with the asking, you smiled shyly, “I asked at the local library but they were absolutely no help.  You see, I’m looking for a specific point of reference and I was led to believe that you could help me.” “Oh!  Is it something for our Inner Vision collage boards?  I love working on mine, only… It’s not my fault that I only see dark clouds and blood when I close my eyes.” “Well, Miss Summers, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  And the best art challenges us to see that beauty.” “I hate to tell you what I see when I close my eyes.”  Xander retorted. “Ah, Mr. Harris, your collage certainly showcases your, ahem, cultured world view.” “Hey!  The Simpsons are fine art, ok?  Just because they don’t live in a museum doesn’t mean they aren’t culture.” Giles, unable to stand by any longer griped, “Xander, I am almost positive that cartoons do not count as culture.” You started to answer but Buffy cut you short, adding, “Don’t mind Giles.  If it doesn’t come out of some dirty, dusty old book it can’t be culture.” “It’s pop culture!  The entertainment of my generation!” It was your turn to cut in, turning to the tweed clad gentleman, “Actually, Mr. Giles, Xander has a point.  Cartoons and animation in general are all increasingly seen as valid forms of art.  No matter what your tomes might tell you.” Smirking a little, he appraised your answer before replying, “Be that as it may, Mr. Harris, the amount of television you consume is corrosive.” Raising his hands in defense, Xander’s head swiveled between the two of you as Willow chimed in, “Give it up, Xander.  You know you’ll never win and besides, I’m pretty sure that animation and art are different.  Wait.  They are, aren’t they?” “When I was in Rome last summer, the very attractive, very Italian tour guide told us that they’ve found painted graffiti on the Coliseum.  It only goes to prove that times change but people don’t.” “Cordy’s right!  About the art, not the dishy Italian.  And they didn’t paint it, they carved it.”  Bouncing her blonde hair decisively, Buffy made her declaration.   “Wouldn’t paint be easier?  I mean, who wants to carry a chisel in order to deface a wall?” “Oh!  Oh!  I know this!  The kind of paint needed to last for centuries hadn’t been invented yet!”  Willow, lifting out of her seat in the excitement of academic excellence, was giddy. “Yes, Willow, that is correct.  In fact, a lot of the graffiti is simple and very crude.  Mostly of the phallus, if memory serves.  I’m sure I can find a documented case in Agrippa if you’ll all just-” And you watched as everyone rolled their eyes as Giles trailed off, lost now in the hunt for a specific volume which could be sited, should further proof be needed. “Ew.  Pass.” “I’m with Buffy here, Giles.  Keep your Grecian graffiti out of my brain.” “I’ll stick with the Simpsons, thank you very much.” “Yes, well.  It’s not Grecian at all, is it?  It’s Roman-” Smiling broadly, Buffy hopped off the table, “Giles is right.  The Greeks were more into orgies!” “Buffy!”  Willow’s shocked response made you cover a laugh with a fake cough. “-Of course, cites are rare.  Very difficult to find documentation.”  Giles, typically, hadn’t given up the search. Cutting through the chatter, louder than it ever needed to be, the period bell sounded. "Ugh.  Gym class for me.  Why is this even a thing?" "I don't know Buffy, I thought you liked showing off in your little shorts and beating the boys at basketball." "Cordy, that's enough.  And while us boys do love looking at you, Buff... we don't love the beatings you regularly deliver." "Well, I have a free period Giles!  Do you want me to stay and -" Snapping shut the leather book he was gripping, Giles caught your eye and turned to the peppy student, "Uh, no Willow, I don't think so.  I believe I need to see what our Art Department is in need of at the moment." With a shrug, Willow began packing up her belongings as Xander slung his back back over his shoulder, "Will, you can come with me.  I'm going to find a nice little corner, under a tree, and sleep away my study hall." “But, I… I could help find the Agrippa?  Or… some other old Roman book?” Xander wrapped an arm around Willow and took Cordelia’s open hand, “But why do that when nothing calls?” "Another fine example of your scholastic aptitude, Mr. Harris", was your parting shot at the foursome as they walked out the door. "Well. Mr. Giles, now that we’re alone… Could I talk you into helping me out?" “Of course, of course.”  Pushing his glasses further up his nose, fixing his light eyes on yours, “What are we looking for?” Sighing deeply, knowing the chances were slim, “I was hoping we would find some examples of Pre-Columbian deity carvings.” Pausing, his look serious, Giles peered at you, “Interesting.  Anything in particular?” “Yes, actually.”  Again you flushed, more than a little flustered at what you were really looking for, “I’m researching fertility icons.” Raising his eyebrows, Giles started, more than a little outside of his comfort zone, but you had to give him credit.  He recovered from the shock rather quickly, “Oh… I… I see.  Well yes, I’m sure we can find… something.  If you’ll follow me, please.” “I’m right behind you.”  Biting into your bottom lip, you smiled to yourself.  Right behind Mr. Giles?  What a place to be.  Giles led the young art teacher through the deepest stacks of the library, pausing once or twice to confirm that she was keeping up with him.  He was ashamed to admit that he had lost travelers a time or two as he stalked through his overstuffed shelves, knowing instinctively where to find the book he needed most. For her, watching the tweed covered bottom of Mr. Giles was no hardship.  True, he was older and tad bit reserved in the best British way, yet she had the sneaking suspicion that underneath all the wool and starched cotton was the heart of a wild man poet. "Uh... just a bit further, I'm afraid.  Books like this, well, I keep them at a greater remove." "It makes sense.  Don't want the kiddos getting a hold of anything too tantalizing." "Of course not.  As you well know, they don't need much help in the libidinous response department." You chuckled softly, nodding as the air around you grew stuffier, "Too true!  You should see what some of them turn in and call art.  It would make a blind man blush." And at the mention of blushing, you were shocked to see a rosy hue grow on Mr. Giles' cheeks.  You liked it.  It reminded you of the high color in a Vermeer painting.  You couldn’t help the flutter in your belly at the thought, "Mr. Giles, have you ever seen a South American fertility statue?" "I can't say that I have... have... have you?"  Something about the idea of you examining an ancient artifact directly connected to sexual congress made his body stir.  "Hmm... Oh, yes.  I was able to study in Mexico for a semester.  Some of the art work is just incredible and the carvings, they're truly magnificent.  Carefully made.  Usually stone or..." swallowing hard, your throat suddenly dry, "hard wood." Breaking fast at the implication in your words, Giles froze in place which caused you to press directly against his broad, vest covered back.  You had a second to register the soft scent of his aftershave; something spicy and masculine, which made your mouth water.  Moaning quietly, you offered a weak apology, “Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Giles.” Offering you his profile, the bookcases too cramped for him to turn around fully, you saw his sweet smile, “That’s… that’s quite alright.  In fact, we’re here.” Stepping out of the way, you pushed back against the opposite wall, the shelves digging into your spine in the confined space.  Giles bent over, giving you a great view of his backside, as he extracted a slim book from the bottommost ledge.  When he stood up, directly in front of you, the narrow, book covered alcove caused him to stumble. Giles’ chest collided with your own, forcing the air out of your lungs.  Instinctively, you lifted a leg, curling it over the swell of one trousered hip and lifting the hem of your knee length plaid kilt.  Nose to nose in a compromising position, you exhaled a shaky breath as Mr. Giles inhaled, “Close quarters around here.” Shifting under his deceptively hard figure, it was difficult to ignore all the places that were firm to the touch, especially when you could feel so much through the thin barrier of your cotton panties.  Bracing one arm on the obliging shelf biting into your shoulder, Giles pushed back a bit, lifting his weight off of you without making any other attempts to move away.  He was so close now.  Close enough to feel your fuzzy sweater and all the soft skin that trembled beneath it.  Close enough to see the pound of your pulse in your throat.  Close enough that when you licked over your bottom lip Giles could almost taste it too.  And why shouldn’t he?  “Giles?”  Your voice was whisper soft, fanning hotly over the face of your colleague. “Uh… yes?” “I’m stuck.” Blinking behind his thick lenses, it took the normally quick witted Brit a second to process your words, “You’re stuck?” Nodding slowly, your hair curling over your cheek, “My… My skirt.  It’s… uh, caught.  Caught on something behind me.” “Good heavens!  I’m so sorry, let me help you.”  Slowly, Giles lowered your bare leg to the floor, his hand lingering for a second longer than absolutely necessary.  He was still in your space.  Still incredibly close to you. You arched away from the bookcase in an attempt to free yourself with a groan that sounded heady in the stuffy stacks.  All you managed to do was force your sweater covered décolletage into Giles’ chest.  Stammering, a wave of sweat breaking over his brow, “Allow me?” The way your skirt was caught pulled the bright plaid lower on your waist than you would normally consider decent.  It meant that you had a fleshy strip of skin exposed along your tummy and Giles raised his eyebrows by means of asking permission to touch you.  “Yea, yes.  Please!” Tentatively, gently, you felt the strong fingers of Rupert Giles circle your waist and shivered at the unfamiliar familiarity of his touch.  Your chin rested on his shoulder as he worked and you couldn’t help sighing when he opened his hands and pulled you closer.  Under other circumstances you might have misunderstood the embrace but you were both professionals.  Not that you hadn’t considered the handsome book guardian a time or two before. “I… I think we’re almost there.  If you’ll just, maybe to the right?” “Um, sure.”  Following his directions you twisted in his arms, trying hard not to tear your outfit or rub against Giles.  All the close contact and talk of fertility gods had you feeling a little aroused and it wouldn’t do for your colleague to learn that fact. With a triumphant grunt, Giles set you free, only for gravity to kick back in.  The momentum created by your falling took the gentleman and the entire Grollier’s Gothic Almanac collection with you.  A cascade of papers, scrolls and dust rained down on you both. Coughing, aware that you were laying on something softer than the floor, you struggled into a sitting position, swatting away clouds of disintegrated pages, “Rupert?  Are you alright?” From beneath you a rumbling grumble that sounded like, “Yes quite… you?” was heard.  It was then that you realized exactly where you were.  Straddling your friendly neighborhood librarian, surrounded by debris, but safe, all the same. “Oh my!  I’m so-” “No, No.  Please, don’t apologize.  I’ve been meaning to reorganize this section and well, now it seems I’ve got no choice.” “You’ve got a bump.  Right here…”  Just over his right eye a small bruised egg, the color of lilacs, was starting to rise and you gingerly touched the swelling spot. “Then it will match the one on the back of my head perfectly.” “Poor Giles!  All of this injury in the name of research!” “No one ever tells you the dangers one might encounter in the library.” His dry British wit sent you both into giggles and suddenly nothing could be funnier than the moment you were in with Mr. Giles.  Looking up at you, his fingertip traced over your cheek, suddenly serious, “I’m not the only one with a war wound, it appears.” “Oh?”  Your hand covered his as you realized that you had a small cut, bleeding just a little, over the apple of your jaw.  Smoothing his thumb over your injury, Giles soothed you, saying, “Hush now, I think you’ll live.”  And you watched as Giles sucked the drop of scarlet from the pad there, his green eyes on yours, daring you.  Something about it was so… sinful.  So dark.  So alluring. Then his lips were on yours, suddenly and savagely.  Hands, firm and capable, slid under the fluff of your sweater along your spine as you tangled your own in his dark hair.  Giles, drawing you near, was satisfied only when you were splayed over him, writhing between the piles of text and stacks of piled paperbacks, as his tongue plundered your mouth. Trapped by his bent knees at your bottom, Giles helped center you over the firmness of his excitement, teasing you as you moaned, “Oh, oh Rupert!” “Call me Ripper.”  Before the word had left your throat, Giles was sloppily kissing over your neck, sucking lightly on the skin revealed by the v-neck of your top.  Sitting up quickly, you lifted the soft sweater over your head, tossing it away from you without concern.  Like one of the teenagers you might chastise, you then hugged your lover tight, gasping when you felt the nip of teeth over your bra.  “Giles… Uh, Ripper!  Please, go easy?”  With a hard grip on your upper thigh and one hand on the back of your neck, Giles held you still, smirking, “If you wanted easy you shouldn’t have come looking for fertility icons, my dear little art teacher.  And if this particular article of clothing-” He paused long enough to pinch at your hardening nipple before continuing, “-is dear to you, take it off.” Clenching your abdominals at his crass language, more turned on that you could remember, you reached behind you.  Unhooking the pretty scrap of lace and satin, you shyly covered yourself, biting into your bottom lip, “Fine… Ripper.  Should I be worried for my virtue?” “Absolutely.”  Without waiting for permission, Giles pulled your arms away, exposing your bare body to his blazing gaze, “You have nothing to hide, you know?  You are-” “Just shut up and kiss me, Ripper.”  And he did. Grinding your hips into his, it was impossible to ignore his hardening manhood, even through the fabric of his pressed trousers.  Giles cupped your bottom, under your skirt but over your panties, bouncing you in place as if he was already inside of you.  For your part, you tried to unbutton his pin striped shirt, but the force of his kisses was proving too distracting. “Oh, dear!  Poor thing been kissed senseless?”  He was teasing and cruel, but in the sexiest possible way. Red cheeked and huffing, you nodded, “Yes… let me touch you!” “Tsk… you didn’t say ‘please’.” “Please!  Please, Ripper!  Oh god, please let me!” Unseating you slightly, Giles leaned up on his elbows, cocking his head to one side as he took in the mess he had made of you, “Go ahead then.  Unzip my pants.” “What?” Removing his glasses, eyeing you darkly, “You heard me, I think.” Swallowing hard, your hands shaking with excitement, you reached for Giles’ belt.  Watching him, and only him, you slowly slide the leather from it’s buckle.  When you popped the button of his pants and let your hand drag over his hardened length, Rupert groaned and tossed his head back, “Yes.  Keep going.” Slowly, agonizingly so, you lowered the zipper as you were ordered to do, “What now, Ripper?” “Take me out.  I want you to feel what you do to me.” “I can do that.”  You played it cool, but the saucy words being said in that clipped British baritone did things to you.  They made your thighs tighten, your belly flutter and your breath catch.   Trailing a hand over Giles' barely exposed hip, you moved closer to the prize, your prize, as it pulsed with need.  Wrapping your hand around the meaty girth of Rupert's member, you couldn't help stroking the silky hot skin, so vital in your palm.  That it caused the man beneath you to moan your name only added fuel to the fire of your desire. Slick and sorely wanting, you licked your lips, ready to savor the flavor of your book stacking beau but he stopped you, saying, "Last chance to run back to the studio." "No way… Ripper."  And you felt a rough jerk as your panties were removed by force, the air cool on your overheated core.  Another kiss, full of needful things, distracted you as Giles parted your lower lips with his nimble fingers. Pumping into you, once, twice, just to ensure that you were ready, Rupert swiftly stretched your center.  With your small hand guiding his shaft, you lowered yourself onto the engorged tower of his power, crying out a ragged, "Oh God!" You thought you were capable of handling any man, but the delicious spread Giles' fine form forced you to endure was more than you expected.  Clutching at his bunched up sweater vest, your back arched tautly as Rupert dragged your hips down onto his unrelenting hardness over and over.   In your head, a rhythmic, tribal tattoo that made you think of ancient fires and curved statues took hold and you rose and fell against Giles on the beats vibrating through your brain.  He sensed it too, alternating his stroke, slowing down and speeding up in time with the thrumming pulse only the pair of you could hear.  "I want you to cum for me.  Do you understand?  Tell me you understand." "Yes!  Yes!  I'm so close, Ripper!  So close!" "Good.  That's very good."  Tingling now, your muscles tensed, ready for the release Rupert would provide.  You flung yourself onto his swollen sex without thought or reason, merely searching for the pleasure he had promised.  His thumb, so thick, so clever, pressed against your sensitive clit and your world imploded. Rupert felt it.  The moment your body and his melded together was forceful.  It tore his pleasure from his loins in grunting gasps as he experienced your ecstacy at his hands. Limp and listless, you draped your half nude body over his, dazed and drained.  Who knew screwing the librarian would feel this good?  In your post coital haze you started to laugh.  Giles, his hands roaming over the sweat soaked skin of your back, heard your chuckles and joined in.  It was another release, of sorts, and you found it almost as intimate as the act you had just committed. Folding your hands under your chin, flashing Rupert a wide smile, "Ripper, huh?" Sliding his glasses back into place and carding a hand through his hair, Giles grinned, "Oh, uh… yes.  Ripper.  My nickname in London." Toying with the collar of his shirt, "I'd love to hear about London sometime… Ripper." At the sound of that name in your voice, Rupert flexed inside of you, "Call me that again and you'll miss last period." Gasping against him, nodding weakly, "Hmm… promise?" That made him smile broadly as he handed you back your sweater, "We can't have a repeat of last week, can we?" "It wasn’t my fault you didn't hear the bell ring, Mr. Giles!" Sitting up, you fastened your bra and shrugged into your sweater before asking, "Did you have to destroy my undies?" "I'm afraid I did.  Although I told you to remove anything dear, didn't I?" "What am I gonna do for the next hour, Giles?" Pushing his glasses up, "I would advise you not to bend over." Swatting at him playfully, you used one of the sturdier shelves to stand, adjusting your skirt and fluffing your hair.  Looking around at the absolute mess created by falling books, embarrassed, you asked, "Can I help clean this up?" "No, I don't think that'll be necessary.  After all, Willow will be in-" "Along with Buffy and Xander and Cordelia.  Got it." Standing himself, Giles chuckled as he fastened his trousers and set himself to rights, "Precisely.  Now-" he bent over to retrieve a slim volume, "- The book you asked about.  Fertility iconography in Meso-American subcultures." "Thanks.  Ya know, I always enjoy coming to the library.  I'm surprised more people don't." Walking with you, his hand on your lower back, nuzzling into your neck, "I enjoy you cumming in the library." It was on the tip of your tongue to say something fresh when the overly loud bell clanged.  Lifting up on tiptoes you pressed a kiss to the goose egg over Giles' eye, saying, "I hope that makes it feel better!" Snagging you into a tight hug, Giles stared into your eyes before kissing you deeply, "That.  That makes it feel better." And then the library door swung wide on the four students who called the library a second home, "Um… are my eyes deceiving me or is Giles sporting a black eye?  I was only gone for an hour, big guy, what happened?" "If you must know, Xander, a shelf collapsed in the back.  We were fortunate enough not to be badly hurt but, there were some bumps and bruises." "A shelf!  Oh no… which one?!" Giles turned to Willow solemnly, "I'm afraid all the Grollier’s… and most of Crentist." "On it.  Come on Xander.  You can help me sort!" "Aw, gee.  That sounds like fun." As the pair trotted off, you turned to Giles, whispering low, "Dinner?  My place?  You can tell me about London, your childhood and why you love tweed." Eyeing Buffy, who was distracted and a distraught, Giles answered, "Tonight?  Um…" "He'd love to!  Say 9 o'clock?  And, he'll bring the wine."
Spinning on your heel, surprised that Buffy was your champion, you grinned, "Great!  Awesome!  I will see you then."
As you left you heard the bubbly blonde doling out instructions, "No Giles.  You can't wear that outfit to dinner!  You need to look nice.  Nicer than you do now.  Also, why is there so much dust in your hair?" If Giles answered you didn’t hear it over your big yawn.  You had a lot to do between now and 9 o’clock.  Rupert Giles was coming over for dinner and you could hardly wait.
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   LADY GAGA WEARS RALPH LAUREN TO BAFTAS 2022
Lady Gaga has been killing awards season so far, turning up to each event in Grace Kelly-esque gowns one after another.
For her grand British Academy Film Awards debut, Gaga made sure to turn heads in a look styled by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador with assistance by Caterina Ospina Buitrago. Hair by Frederic Aspiras using Joico and glam by Sarah-Tanno Stewart using Haus Laboratories products and Lashify lashes.
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She exuded old Hollywood glam on the red carpet and poured herself into a bespoke Ralph Lauren pleated deep emerald-green velvet and silk taffeta plunging mermaid-style gown, inspired by the plush velvet pieces from the Fall/Winter 2016 collection. 
The dress took the team over 150 hours to make, carefully handcrafted with 50 meters of fabric.
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All of her jewelry tonight comes from the Tiffany & Co. "Schlumberger" line, including these Day into Night 18k yellow-gold, diamond and teardrop-cut emerald statement earrings.
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Of course, she matched it with this fabulous, head-turning platinum, diamond and Columbian emerald collar necklace from the 1999 Tiffany Blue Book collection. Does it also remind you of the Aurora necklace she’s worn to the Golden Globes three years ago?
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Gaga also rocked the matching Potager Leaves platinum, diamond and emeralds bracelet from the 2022 “Botanica” Blue Book collection...
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...and Four Leaves ring in 18k yellow gold and platinum with a round green tourmaline and round brilliant diamonds.
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Our girl used a custom black version of this Ralph Lauren ostrich feather evening bag with chain handle to delightfully throw some elegant shapes and work all the angles on the red carpet.
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The entire look was Gaga-fied with her favorite sky-high Pleaser Beyond-1020 vinyl lace-up platform ankle boots.
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kiss, marry, kill: Mel, Ben, Javi :)
Oh god--this is so cruel. How can you ask me to choose between the Top Three Engineers in the world?!!!! 😫
Alright, I'm gonna have to go with my heart here;
Kiss: Ben
*listen, he belongs with Melanie. They're soulmates. But I'm not immune to the scruffy, brainy, British thing he's got going on.
Marry: Melanie
*am I a monster for choosing to marry someone I've already admitted has a soulmate other than myself? Probably. But unlike Mr. Bennett Knox, I would never dismiss Melanie Cavill's concerns about track conditions. Namely because I know nothing about trains. Or thermodynamics. Or anything remotely science related. (I'm a humanities major okay) But also because she is very smart and very pretty and everything she says is very important. So yes. I would marry her. And adore her. And support every morally grey decision she makes. (I will be the gremlin shouting 'that's my wife!' every time she struts into the Engine to topple democracies.)
Kill: Javi
*But fortunately for my favorite traumatized bespectacled Columbian, I am as terrible at murder as I am at math! So he won't stay dead for long! (Just long enough for a much needed nap!) Yay!
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canadachronicles · 4 months
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Fit for the Queen!!
It would be nice if it lasted more than one night, though. Christine Sinclair Place has a nice ring to it, and she certainly deserves it, eh?
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World Cocktail Day 
Host or attend a cocktail party and try out some new flavors, or perfect your hand at mixing any number of drinks, from a White Russian to a classic Cosmo.
“No party is complete without cocktails! My friends all have different tastes when it comes to their drink of choice, so I like to maintain a well-stocked bar with different kinds of alcohol to keep everyone happy.” ~Khloe Kardashian
One of the best ways people get together and bond over life is through drinking. For a fun night out, cocktails provide a wide arrangement of scents and flavors to keep everything exciting and have a long history of becoming a steady staple in people’s lives. So, let us dive right in and see what World Cocktail Day is all about.
History of World Cocktail Day
In 1806, The Balance and Columbian Repository coined the term “cocktail” as a stimulating liquor with a wide variety of sweets, waters, and bitters. Originally, the Oxford English Dictionary defined the term with a different set of connotations, describing it as a horse with a tail like a cock’s, with its tail cocked up instead of hung down.
Cocktails as a drink, however, started as a British invention in the 19th century and has since become an American innovation when a Connecticut-born bartender Jerry Thomas wrote the book “The Bartender’s Guide.” The Bartender’s Guide basically broadcasted an encyclopedia of how to mix drinks and recipes on some of the best combinations of drinks and flavors.
During the 1920s American prohibition, many cocktails were mixed into existence that remain firm favorites today. With not much high-quality alcohol available, cocktails were the perfect way to make that smuggled rum, gin or whiskey just a little bit more drinkable. Enter the cocktail; rum mojitos, the Sidecar, and the Tom Collins all flourished at a time when recreational alcohol wasn’t legal.
The ‘Bee’s Knees’ cocktail was actually created to mask and sweeten the taste of illegally brewed bathtub gin. The roaring twenties took the cocktail and shook it up into some of our most popular modern-day cocktails. Drinking didn’t stop during the prohibition, people simply went underground. Many illegal speakeasies popped up, serving cocktails in jazz-style locales.
Post-prohibition saw the invention of drinks that still grace the pages of your favorite cocktail bar menus. 1954 saw the mixing of the Pina Colada in Puerto Rico when Ramon Marrero created the delicious pineapple treat at the Caribe Hilton hotel. 1988 saw the much-loved Cosmopolitan enter our lives, thanks to Toby Cecchini and his desire to share a drink with his fellow bartenders in San Francisco.
A constant throughout the cocktail era in America was the Rainbow Room. Opened after the prohibition in 1934, the Rainbow Room was a high-end club where New York A-listers could celebrate in style with post-prohibition cocktails. The Rainbow Room was revived and renovated in different forms over the years, being closed during WWII and for various restorations.
The 1987 reopening saw emerging mixologist Dale DeGroff create a pre-prohibition list of cocktails that revived some firm favorites and spearheaded the modern cocktail mixing revolution that made the cocktail bar increasingly popular.
The holiday itself is held annually by Drinkaware, a United Kingdom-based charity that brings awareness to the effects of drinking and aims to reduce the harm that drinking can have on people and families. The website provides facts and information about drinking, alcohol poisoning, and alcohol abuse. The World Cocktail Day page that Drinkaware hosts have events all over the world that you can partake in, a blog you can follow about your favorite recipes, and how you can drink safely while also having fun.
How to Celebrate World Cocktail Day
If you’re up for a night of fun drinking, then host a party at your place and mix up some of your favorite drinks for your friends. If you want to spice things up, check out a new recipe on some of your favorite blogs or newsletters, and make your kitchen or bar into an experiment place for you and your friends.
If you’re feeling confident, you could create your own home bar and serve some of your favorite fizz-fuelled cocktails, or make your own cocktail creations with a fresh twist. Give your bar a theme and add your own unique names to your new mixers. Treat yourself to a cocktail bible and teach yourself how to make the perfect passionfruit martini or rope in your own bartender friend for some mixology advice.
If you are creating your own home bar and are jumping in as a novice bartender, you could start with a classy cosmopolitan or cheeky sex on the beach. Why not take a theme to a whole new level and take your new bar theme to a party level. Whether you’re making a sneaky speakeasy or a chic cocktail bar, making it your own is the perfect way to celebrate World Cocktail Day.
You could even avoid doing the work yourself and enroll in a cocktail class for you and your friends. Learn from the best shakers and master mixologists. Don’t want to leave the house? Why not use an online video or order a beginner’s pack right to your door. Or splash out on an inhouse mixing masterclass (calling all bartender friends again).
You might be more of a cocktail connoisseur than a master mixologist. Why not get some of the good stuff mixed for you, so you can sample some delightful cocktails without having to actually make them yourself. Put on a cocktail-themed film, sip your mojito and feel like you’re in the summer sun.
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jtsfavslut · 4 years
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Description: In which a girl goes through six stages to realize and accept the fact that her marriage is going downhill.
Stage Two: Anger
- Stages 1 
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Description: Yeimy is upset, but only at herself. All she’s feeling is anger for being blind, and letting Grayson step all over her. 
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.2k+
You clenched your fists as you looked at time that was displayed on the stainless steel stove in your kitchen.  He was three hours late, yet you hadn’t received a single phone call during the entire day. Usually, if he was staying late he would’ve called you to let you know, but he didn’t so you busted your ass in the kitchen to make him dinner only to have it placed in a tupperware container and placed in the fridge until he decided to come home. 
You’ve been feeling like that all day. After getting woken up by his loud voice because he couldn’t find his belt, you wondered why he was going to work almost two hours early and coming home three hours late. 
The thoughts and questions angered you. Maybe because you knew the answer, but that wasn’t the answer you were looking for so you decided to push it away. It angered you that you’ve been feeling sick and throwing up all day, yet you pushed through and made him his favorite dinner only for him to not come home on time.
It angered you that the only thing you could think about was Grayson being unfaithful to you. 
And it angered you that you knew he was staying loyal to her. He won’t kiss you on the lips anymore, he’ll sometimes kiss you cheek before he goes to work, or on the forehead when he comes back. Or when he says an ‘I love you’ that you know doesn’t mean shit to him anymore. 
You slammed the fridge’s door and made your way to the couch where you watched TV until you heard the gates unlock and the sound of his Tesla make its way inside the garage. 
“Hi angel,” he said, walking inside and throwing his keys on a smile table next to the front door. 
“Hi, dinner is on the table. I think you know how to heat it up don't you?” you spat turning off the tv and making your way upstairs to your room. 
You noticed how cold and strange the room felt. The bed was perfectly made from the morning, and your night stand was dust free. Your wedding picture catches your eye. It was your favorite out of all the pictures. Grayson’s hands were tightly wrapped around your waist, while yours were wrapped around his shoulder, and you looked into eachothers eyes. It was taken right before you threw your bouquet into the air, which Karina managed to catch.
“Angel are you ok?” Grayson said standing on the doorway. His voice caught you by surprise making you drop the frame on the floor and the glass to shatter all over the floor. 
“I’m fine, just a tad sick. Now if you excuse me, I have to clean this up,” you said signaling to the broken picture frame. You angrily pushed past him and made your way to the kitsch to get the broom. 
You angrily sweep the glass up, taking out the picture and placing it on your nightstand, until you could find another frame. That was if it was even worth it putting it up. 
“Hey angel, have you seen my black louis shoes? I can’t find them anywhere.” Grayson asked standing infront of you while you were laying on the couch watching How To Get Away With Murder, the only thing you’ve been doing for the past two hours or so. 
“I haven’t seen them ever since you went on that weekend business trip last month,” you carelessly replied emphasizing on the business trip part. Mainly because you knew it was yet another lie. 
“Are you upset? Did I do something?” he asked you, making you roll your eyes and scoff. 
“The question is what haven’t you done Grayson.” You spat and rolled your eyes yet again at his confused state. 
“You go to work two hours early but then come back home three hours late, which I don’t understand how but then again who the fuck knows what you do in that office. I stay here, como una puta idiota, waiting for you to come home, I cook, I clean, I do everything and lately I’ve been by myself. You’re constantly telling me lies but when I say something you pull the ‘are you questioning me card’ and I'm sick and tired of it,” you said getting p from the couch and walking towards the kitchen while he stood in the living room like an idiot. 
“You forgot our anniversary last week, Grayson. And honestly I don’t know what’s going on with you or what you’re going through, but I hope you can get your shit straight and not waist my fucking time.” You added while aggressively opening the kitchen cabinets looking for your coffee cup. 
“And don’t bother waiting for me tonight, I’ll be with Karina and Ethan. Maybe you can hang out with the boys since you haven’t done that in a while,” you sarcastically said before giving up on looking for your cup and going to your room to get ready. 
If you weren’t mad before, then Grayson not replying and letting you go like that was sending you through the roof. Did he not care anymore? Or was he just letting you get space? 
Whatever it was you couldn’t continue to think about it because Karina snapped her fingers in your face multiple times. 
“Nena, we’ve been talking to you for the past five minutes,” she said while Ethan nodded his head in agreement. 
“Are you ok? You seem too deep in your brain, and you look extremely upset.” Ethan pointed out, making you sigh. 
“I’m fine trust, Grayson’s acting weird but I guess it’s because he’s under a lot of pressure.” You sighed as Ethan sent you a confused look. 
“Yeah, he said you guys are really busy with the new projects and launches, and that there’s a lot of meetings he has to go to which stresses him out,” you said making Ethan’s heart ache for you. He knew there weren’t any launches for his and his brother’s company, and they definitely haven’t attended any meetings in the past few weeks. 
“Oh yeah. The meetings he always gets stressed out by those. Always wanting to impress everyone, you know how he is.” he said, trying to sound as honest as possible, yet something felt a bit weird to you, but you decided to let that slide. 
“This one is like that too. Always trying to please everyone, when he knows he can’t” Karina replied while playfully smacking the back of his head making you laugh. 
Karina always found a way to make you laugh, that’s just one of the reasons why you’re best friends. And the fact that she’s also hispanic and you can talk shit about others without them understanding. 
You decided to go back home around ten pm, since you were feeling a bit calmed down and you were starting to get tired. But that moment was caught short once you entered the house and Grayson started questioning you. 
“You do the same thing tho, so I don’t get how it bothers you,” you shrugged, getting a bottle of water and sipping on it. 
“But I-,” he began saying before you cut him off.
“But I, nothing. I’m going to bed, this conversation is done. Bye.” you replied deciding to be the bigger adult and left the kitchen, took a shower and went to bed.
The next morning you woke up in the same mood as yesterday, if not worse, Grayson asked if you were on your period, which you weren’t since you had it two weeks ago. 
Honestly, you didn’t know what was getting you so upset. In the back of your head you did know tho, you simply did not want to accept it, so you just let it go, and that was starting to bother you. 
On the other hand, you were angry at yourself for being so stupid and for putting Grayson in a pedestal letting him step all over you. 
But you had enough of that. You decided that you needed a day for yourself so you went to the hair salon, cutting your long black hair up to your shoulders, you went to the nail salon and your nails and toes done, you went shopping and spent an unnecessarily amount of money on clothes you did not need, but who gives a fuck? You certainly did not.
After you did whatever that was, you went back home and put everything away, cleaned around the house a bit and decided to meet Karina and another friend of yours for dinner. 
“Alright Yeimy, what’s going on with you?” Ambar your other friend asked you, you mentally rolled your eyes getting annoyed but trying to not be rude. 
“I’m ok, Grayson’s just acting a tad weird,” you sighed and she nodded her head while Karina sent you a ‘what’s wrong’ look. 
“Is he cheating on you?” she asked, making you snap. 
“I don’t fucking know Ambar. I don’t. I think he is. But I don’t know. And I’m upset because deep inside my heart I know he is, and I know he doesn’t love me anymore. And what’s even more fucked up is that I can’t confront him because I don’t have fucking prove.” You slightly shouted, dragging attention to your table. 
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I just, I-,” you apologized feeling bad for letting out your anger on her, when she didn’t do anything wrong. “I just don’t what to do, and I feel like a fucking pendeja,” you added while they’re faces showed they felt sad for you. 
“Mami, is ok. Relax you’re going to get through this. Vos es fuerte y averiguaras todo. Por ahora, olvídate de eso y sigue actuando como si vos no supieras nada hasta que encuentres algo,” (You’re strong and you’ll find everything out. But for now, keep acting clueless until you find something) Karina spoke in her colombian accent making you smile. Everytime she spoke spanish her accent always made you feel better, or just her in general. (A/N is it just me or is speaking in accents that are not yours fun. One second I’m british and the second I’m Columbian) 
“Whatever she said. Just make sure you confront him when you’re certain and have proof, because he’s going to deny it, even tho he is babe,” Ambar replied and you nodded your head smiling. 
“What would I do without you white ass and Colombian ass,” you replied, making them laugh. 
“Probably die, who knows?” Karina jokingly shrugged making you laugh. 
“I guess so,” you shrugged with a smile. Your mood completely changes after ranting to your best friends. “What do we do now?” you asked. You didn’t want to go home yet, and it was early anyways. 
“How about we go to the beach, and blast music?” Ambar asked and you nodded your head. 
“Yes, just like when we were 18, listening to Yeimy’s indie playlist,” Karina said, making you playfully smack her arm. 
“Shut up. You know you like it,” you joked leaving a $20 bill on the table as tips and leaving the restaurant. (Y'all always tip your waiters well, they get paid shit)
“I do love my baby Clairo,” she laughed causing all of you to laugh. 
You spent the rest of the day at the beach with your old playlist on shuffle, thank god the area you were at was empty allowing all three of you to sing your hearts out until Ambar left, even if your voices would have probably gotten Simon Cowell pretty upset. 
“Remember, after we both got that internship at WakeHeart we came here and celebrated with Ambar?” Karina asked, making you nod your head with a smile. 
“Yeah, we were 18 right? Just starting college.” You replied and she nodded her head. 
“Those were some good times. Now 24 and boring as fuck,” you sighed and you nodded your head agreeing. 
“I guess that’s what happens when you get married young,” you replied, laying down on your car’s roof. You were sitting on the roof of your Jeep just looking at the ocean while music softly plaid in the background. 
“I just realized, I rushed my entire life for what? I started dating Grayson six months into knowing him, he was what 22? Got married 2 years later when I was 21, Graduated college and started working for him. Stopped working at the office last year, and now I stay at home while he’s out putting his dick inside who knows,” you sighed looking at the stars above you while your mind raced at twenty five thoughts per second. 
“Everything happens for a reason Yeimy. And you’ll figure everything out, just take it easy on your mental health. And I can’t really give you any other piece of advice because I’m not going through that,” she reassured said, grabbing your hand. 
“I hope what you’re saying is true, otherwise I don’t know what to do.” You sighed squeezing her hand back. 
“Everything happens for reason babe. Everything,” she said, you nodded your head and continued looking out into space.
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Elena headcanons? (Sorry but I had to do it.)
PLEASE DON’T APOLOGIZE I’M THE ONE WHO GETS TO YELL ABOUT A HISPANIC CHARACTER. i mean. ahem. i’m gonna be chill about this. send me a character and i’ll give you 10+ headcanons for them!
elena is a soccer fan! this is, like, mandatory. she doesn’t get super heated about it, she finds it’s a nice way to relax (as opposed to fitz and hunter, who like to let off steam about it). she’ll watch games with them but they’re all british teams so she also finds time to keep up with columbian games. the world cup is pretty much the only time when their teams can play against each other, and elena just sits back and heckles them (until columbia starts losing, at which point she just laughs and curses at the screen good-naturedly)
she loves columbian food, of course. her favorite is arepas and she’ll casually deny any and all statements that venezuela was the one who created arepas, what are you talking about, it was OBVIOUSLY invented in columbia. (this is a real debate that i have watched my friends argue over)
she likes weird and obscure movies! she’s not really one for mushy stuff or big-budget action or whatever. she wants TERRIBLE, LOW-BUDGET horror movies and TERRIBLE, LOW-BUDGET scifi and basically anything that has heart. she and mack bond over these early in their relationship.
elena’s generally a pretty laid-back person. she likes unpredictability, she thrives on adventure. this also means she’s not above ~upsetting the status quo~ once in awhile (translation: CHAOS and PRANKS and NEEDLING PEOPLE)
she likes to flirt outrageously! mack’s smooth but he’s not doing it to fluster anyone, he wants to make his partner feel appreciated. elena enjoys seeing how embarrassed she can make her partner. she and bobbi are both very good at this and will do it any time fancy dress is involved (in any universe where they’re dating).
since her whole power is, y’know, speed related, she goes out running! she didn’t used to do it before she went through terrigenesis, but she’s found she actually enjoys it? it’s a really grounding thing for her. she goes out early in the morning when everyone else is asleep and just runs for miles and miles until she can’t anymore. (she also likes to use her power to drop her plates in the kitchen without having to do the dishes, which she claims is “”training”” her “””powers”””, mostly to watch daisy get upset about it lmao.)
related: elena is a little bit of an asshole. just like, in a funny way. she’s really good about not crossing lines - she’s emotionally intelligent just like mack, it just manifests in a different way. she really, really cares about her team and considers them part of her family, but that means she’s going to express her love for them! by being an ass.
however, she’s VERY protective and will put herself in harms way to pull a teammate out of danger. (she’ll do it for anyone, actually, it’s just a little less justified when an agent is in danger because they are theoretically ready to make the sacrifice.) it’s the biggest source of conflict between her and mack, but she refuses to concede. she’s the best suited for an extraction, so yeah, she’s going to do anything to get someone out of a bad situation, no matter how dangerous it is for her.
she’s religious! her whole family was religious. she has faith, but it’s also a source of familial connection (the way it is for a lot of latines). she doesn’t really seek out a church while she’s with the team, because she doesn’t want to go to a strange church that doesn’t have her family and the people she grew up with, but she prays pretty frequently and keeps a rosary in her quarters.
she’s still in contact with her relatives. sorry, what was it you’re saying about her being estranged from her family since she’s inhuman? i can’t hear you!! she tries to call her mom once a week (realistically it’s more like once a month) and keeps up with her cousins in the u.s. through instagram and text. she doesn’t share much about her job, but posts pictures from her morning runs and- oooh, wait, does elena like photography? maybe! not sure. that would be cool though.
thanks for the ask!! i enjoyed this very much.
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secretlessvicki · 5 years
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Charades and Masquerades
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He was a devote Catholic. She was the direct descendant of Madame Marie Laveau. Could he bring her to the side of God and holiness? Or would she show him the ways of magic and sin?
What happens when a string of murders in one of the most haunted cities brings together two people who never planned to see each other again? And how this all tie into an infamous treasure?
Chapter 2 Part I
Petty Officer 2nd Class Reylin Morgan spent three days talking and video calling with the Jones brothers over in Ireland discussing what the plan would be when the three of them met in the Big Easy. She never understood why on Earth anyone would call a city known for its ghost stories, magic, and drinking, Easy. City of Transgression was a far more suitable.
Plans were set for Officer Morgan to arrive first at the Royal Sonesta New Orleans making use of her piling vacation time. She lived just under an hour away in a small cottage along the Mississippi River just across the state line in Hancock County. A stay at a five-star hotel in the French Quarter was just what she needed. A relaxing morning at the spa, followed by brunch at Muriel's in Jackson Square; sipping on a bloody mary and Muriel’s mouthwatering shrimp and grits. Of course, the next two weeks with Liam Jones would be cream cheese icing on the proverbial Mardi Gras king cake.
The two had met while Liam was dispatched as a Royal Naval Intelligence liaison to the US Department of the Navy and Naval Criminal Investigative Services for an investigation into illegal bird smuggling from Brazil via Central America. Reylin was one of a dozen technical analysts working on trying to track the smugglers via offshore accounts and back channeling of foreign IPs. The case had resulted in the death of two American seamen and a British naval officer before either Jones or Morgan took their assignments. Morgan and Jones had been paired to track a Columbian cartel member who looked to be seeking additional income and a way to outsmart the US federal investigators. Moving from narcotics and weapons and into smuggling looked to be an almost untraceable means of keeping the cash flowing into the cartel. Until one American petty officer had overheard too much at a bar in Biloxi.
During the investigation, Liam Jones had shown that he was highly intelligent, kind, strong-willed, stubborn, and extremely handsome. So very handsome. After the case had been solved, Liam had suggested that the two keep in touch. He had even gone so far as to offer that if Reylin was to ever be granted leave or vacation time and the thought about traveling came up, she should try to catch him in London. It had been a very tempting offer. So, tempting in fact, Officer Morgan had several bookmarks of airline travel dates and prices to London.
As she reminisced about her past, Reylin made the short drive from Stennis Space Center, where she worked as a Systems Application Specialist with GDIT, in high spirits. She sang along to the radio, stopped for her favorite upside-down Carmel Macchiato at a Starbucks just outside of Slidell and enjoyed the views of Lake Pontchartrain as she crossed into the Crescent City. The moment her Kia Sorento exited off Interstate 10 and on to Basin Street, passing St. Louis Cemetery and turning onto Bienville Street, Reylin could smell the sweet sugars of beignets and the pungent aroma of drunks on Bourbon sipping their hurricanes without care.
Once settled and unpacked, Officer Morgan decided that she would do a quick recap of all the information that she and the boys had gathered. Maybe between her facial at the spa and palm reading at one of the many ‘mind-readers’ in the square, she could scope out a few of the locations on the list. The first stop would obviously be the New Orleans Public Library and the history department of Tulane University. Hopefully, the documents and information about the city and the legend of the Napoleon Fleur De Lis had not been destroyed in Hurricane Katrina.
But there was one stop that Reylin was most interested in. Liam’s younger brother had mentioned something about an old hang out of Jean and Pierre Lafitte. It was an old abandoned shop in 1814, later turned into a writing studio for the famous William Faulkner. The studio currently sat as a part of The Cabildo museum that faced the infamous pirate’s alley. Officially, the three treasure hunters would need permission from the city and the museum to examine and explore the once rumored meeting place of pirates, presidents, and authors. However, that did not mean someone couldn’t poke around- unofficially.
The once unpaved passageway of Pirate's Alley currently sat full of tourist trap shops and attractions. Bars and Tchotchke shops littered the area taking away from the once mysterious and possible historical streets. Tour guides led their groups up and down the often crowded districts of the square, each one telling the legends of the ghosts, vampires, pirates, and witches that once inhabited the often corrupt city. Every twenty minutes the story and legends were the same. Each tour guide knew exactly how to elicit enough fear yet curiosity to keep every person entertained, included the redheaded straggler who seemed more interested in the stories not being told.
Once she was satisfied with the information on the building, the surroundings and the flow of people, Reylin decided that it was time to head back to the hotel. Tomorrow the Jones brothers would be landing in the city. Impressing Liam Jones over beignets was now Officer Morgan’s top priority. This meant a night gathering as much about the history of the Fleur De Lis as she possibly could. Killian and Liam had done an impressive amount of research from their end and their contacts in England, Ireland, and France but most of it was legends and stories. Facts and solid information were going to be key in turning this from an old pirate's tale to a true historical breakthrough.
This is what all treasure hunters dreamed of.
And Reylin Morgan knew just where to start. The coordinates she found to the lost journal of Jean Lafitte.
Well past the hour of the Tonight Show and the late-night news, a knock at the door broke the silence of the room. She hadn’t been expecting anyone at this hour, but this was New Orleans and perhaps it was someone who had a little too much to drink and confused their 3 for an 8. Taking the six steps to the door, Officer Morgan was meet by a strange man.
“Sorry but you have the wrong room.” She announced.
“Oh, I assure you that I have the exact room I am looking for, Ms. Morgan. You have something I want, dearie.”
Suddenly everything for Petty Officer Morgan went black.
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