#Saturday brunch

[amagnificentobsession]

It’s Saturday morning my beloveds. Today I need your help.

After an exhausting visit to the ER last night, long, story that sucks *still giggling* I think I’m punch drunk. https://www.tumblr.com/amagnificentobsession/745732116032176128/what-is-your-opinion-on-vacuum-cleaners

My brunch skills would be sorely put to test. I don’t want to serve sub-par food.

Today I would love for you to help me. Bring your favorite dish to share with others. @god-wednesday always brings the best desserts. Anything you wish to bring, that way we can find out what others love to eat, and I can incorporate it into brunch in the future.

Oh and bring me a recipe card if you want me to make your dish for a future brunch.

It also appears @baby-angelo has conjured up a fairy nerf. Bring your own nerf gunz and balls, you know, ammo balls. Oh never mind……..

Costumes are highly encouraged.

I can already tell it’s going to be one of those days.

By the way if anyone has a vacuum they can lend me……

@docdust @i-dream-of-sheeny @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @angelo-rib-shack @e-w-w-morningstar @god-in-the-basement @one-coming-is-enough @sliceocheese @angelo-chuck-wagon @angel-and-the-serpent @curlish @andagon @angelo-rib-shack @mr-crawleigh @muriel-not-the-dim-one @pissylittlebirdboy @trans-darbie @gandalf-big-oos @kleenexwoman @youroneandonlysnakelady @thedemon-crowley @thatflatfrog @vixie-the-vee @violet-yimlat @avis-morningstar @thedemon-crowley @muriel-not-the-dim-one

@the-metatron @dream-of-pain Madam ♥️

@andagon I’m going to put some music on to stay awake, after this please do your beautiful DJ thing.

@angelo-rib-shack darling, please check the invitations for me. 💋 I love you honey.

#go rp #saturday brunch #family is who you love #family is who loves you #familia #Metatron family #Morningstar family #ooc between surgery and strep getting up at 4am sucks

[igotmunchies]

Bottomless Hibiscus 🌺 Mimosas for three at #Provisions in #VallejoCA with a couple of my favorite people. Of course my ultimate favorite person in the world was with us too, but since my daughter can’t have mimosas, she opted for Iced Matcha Latte instead. #hibiscus #hibiscus🌺 #HibiscusMimosa #Mimosa #Mimosas #Bottomless #BottomlessBrunch #BottomlessMimosas #BottomlessProsecco #brunch #weekend #weekendtime #WeekendVibes #WeekendVibe #SaturdayVibes #WeekendBrunch #BrunchTime #CoffeeShop #SaturdayBrunch #saturdaybrunching #drinks #drink #drinkup #drinklocal #drinkporn #drinkspecials #localpride #localfood

#foodblogger #foodblr #food blogs #foodporn #foodblogeats #mimosa #mimosas #bottomless drinks #bottomless mimosas #brunch #weekend #weekends #weekend vibes #weekend brunch #Saturday Brunch

[themovieboards]

#saturday #Saturday brunch #turn left #left turn #coffee #coffee lover #coffee time #coffee break

[xoxodivalicious333]

Saturdays<3 xoxo

#girly blog #just girly things #girlblogging #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #pink #pinkthings #girlypops #pink things #this is a girlblog #it girl #saturday #brunch #vs angel #vs model #vs pink #self care #self love #pink aesthetic #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #morning aesthetic #girly stuff #girly tumblr #just girly thoughts #girly #just girly posts #girly girl #girly aesthetic #2014 girl #2014 aesthetic

[randombrowngirl]

I blue myself

#personal #me #my face #selfie #drunk #florida #outfits #hair #omg #my life #brunch #saturday #a whole day event

[wellpresseddaisy]

Made raspberry crumb cake for brunch today and hot damn was it good.

And with a little icing drizzled over it:

So good.

I used the biscuit/coffee cake mix recipe from Better than Storebought. It's basically homemade Bisquick, but makes a pretty nice cake. I may try something a bit denser next time for a more traditional New England coffee cake experience. :)

I made the raspberry filling, too, which came out really nicely. It's nice to be able to control the level of sweetness in a recipe. (Because I'm the 'not too sweet' person in this relationship)

#daisy bakes #adventures in Saturday brunch

[anime-penis]

forget girl dinner, what about boy brunch?? (your friend's hole before they pound you)

#me #saturday brunch anyone?

[revelisms]

Excerpt: Business is Only Theatre

Little Jinx receives an acting lesson.

From 'like leaves of a lotus,' a oneshot following Silco and Jinx on a Topside errand run. Full story on AO3.

They're buzzed through the gates in a flourish of blue light. He taps the corner of his paperwork along the desk, once, twice. Scrapes it away—thinking, thinking—steps echoing over the cold marble. The burly guard seated at the gate's edge doesn't give them a passing glance, tension curling through his shoulders.

They walk on. Their reflection glints in the wide, gold-paned doors of the ground floor elevator bay. She peeks up at him through her hair. "You didn't make an appointment," she whispers, punching her finger into the button.

"The boy didn't know that," Silco whispers back. His eyes are faraway.

The sterility of the building's dry air heightens the sooty-sweet of the Lanes that sticks to his clothes, the hint of cigar smoke that sits beneath it, the lingering touch of his cologne. It's comforting to her, in this awful space. She clings to the familiarity of it, in the whirring of the elevator: in the white of the halls: through each tick-tack of their shoes across too-clean marble. 

They fall still in the threshold of an open door, three rooms down from a sharp corner and a statue depicting the glory of their squashed rebellion—bridge, fire, death, hell—that makes her skin crawl. Inside, a man slumps over a mine of zoning requests in a disorganized room, pen scribbling. It smells of stale cigarettes and antiseptic.

"Marcus." Silco's voice is a satin-cloaked knife.

Their pocketed enforcer flinches; spits, "What—what are you doing here?" with a baffled stare.

Silco steps into the room. Slow, half-minded. She scuttles in behind him.

For a moment, silence clots every breath, sucking out the oxygen by fractions. His fingers tap against the folder of paperwork at his back. "Shut the door, Jinx," he says lowly.

Marcus shoots her a look that stabs with daggered disdain. Any threat in it falls flat. She's faced down too many of those in her short lifetime to care. She glares right back; knocks the door shut behind her with a shove of her foot. 

The clap of its hinges echoes. Another breath. The line of Silco's back is still. The silence of the room changes the air: changes him—and though there is nothing noticeable that shifts in the way he carries himself, his presence plummets, like a toxin slow-released. 

"You're three days late."

Marcus fumbles, splutters. "I've—I had other commitments."

"Other commitments," Silco echoes, mulled over like a twisting dagger. "Interesting." There's resentment, fear, in Marcus's eyes. "I bought you two weeks," Silco rumbles on, stepping closer, and she flattens herself against the door: watches, in morbid fascination, where Marcus leans back in his seat: squeezes his palm around his pen, with a tense breath. "Are you asking for another?"

"No." 

"No?" The repetition boils, like burnt sugar.

Marcus hisses through his teeth. "I'll have it, first thing in the morning."

Silence, for a long moment. She can't imagine what look has passed between them. Something has paled the warmth of Marcus's skin, his eyes frozen upward, a rabbit before a wolf. Silco slips the folder from behind him: tosses it heavily onto the mountain of files already littering the gloss of his desk. "Hudge, Lanceister, and Putnel," he says calmly. "As requested."

Three new-acquired outputs, bought off from the mine operators and a port base down South. She'd seen him pen in profits with enough figures to make her head swim.

A snarl carves minutely through Marcus's mouth, there and gone again. His fingers twist over his pen. His eyes cut up again, a hiss of static.

"First thing in the morning," Silco leaves him with, the water's depths in his voice, "or Sevika will be retrieving it, herself."

The shaky nod given to him is ignored. 

Silco turns, back to her—fire, fury, murder in his eye—to the door she quickly pulls creaking open—and they are leaving, before her mind can catch up with the rush of it. She can't remember which turn they took to find Marcus's office. A pen cracks hard to the floor, somewhere behind them. His hand has found the back of her shoulder: steady, guiding.

The elevator is too quiet. 

She comes back to herself, gradually, with the soft droning of the cables above them. Lifts a quiet glance towards him, swallows. His brow is furrowed: wrath in his tealish eye, where she can catch sight of it, but simmering down, simmering down; the claw-tipped shadow of his wings tucking back into their chrysalis, unseen: the venom on his tongue fading.

It fascinates her, how quickly he can don those pieces of himself, when the time calls for it. Terrifies her. And, in some small way, turns her envious.

(No, you can't control what they think of you. But you can command it.)

She reaches up for his hand, squeezes it slow in her skinny fingers. He squeezes them back, gently.

(Become what they fear.)

She stares hard at the elevator grates as the doors slink open, at the seamless grouting of the marble as they walk the twenty-two steps that stretch between them and the front entry. The guards and attendants leer as they leave.

Outside, back in the blinding winter sun, the bustle of the busy streets, the strangely clean air, she sucks in a breath for the first time. It's as though a stone has lifted from her chest.

They stand in the cool breeze, for a moment. "Are you alright?" he asks quietly.

Her fingers stutter beneath the loose cradle of his own. "I'm—yeah. I'm fine." She frowns. "I'm fine." A million thoughts simmer freely in her, now that they're out of that horrible place—now that she can think. She presses her thumb into his. "How do you do that?"

He seems perplexed, by that. "Do what?"

"I don't know, you—" She waves her hand, the words struggling to come to her. "You just—you change." 

"Ah." He studies the treeline far beyond them: between the towering old buildings, the blue-gray sun. "The world's a stage, little one," he says. "Business is only theatre." He turns a wry glance down at her. "You learn which costumes to put on, over time."

#back at it with the crime family shenanigans #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #silco #jinx #crime dad daughter duo #marcus #(who i continue to write getting chewed out truly rip this man) #jinx introduces awkward dad silco to the concept of hand holding #they swindle a business deal threaten the cops and make plans for brunch #just a typical saturday #writing

[lupismaris]

Played fuckin D1 rugby players today (we are D3 for the record) and for the entire 30 minutes I was on the field they did not score. Neither did we, mind, but while I was with the pack those fucks did not score and that's what matters.

#i landed in two inches of frigid standing water at least three times. did about twelve back to back scrums. dunno the tackle #number there were many. one dog pile that fucked my neck a bit because that blond bitch diagonal from me kept wrenching #i played with the starting pack and im very proud of everyone. i could have done better but I didn't go into it with the best headspace #had some good convo with coaches tho about the pack and our set up and tbh they felt i did solid for my game time so maybe its me #being hard on myself #got a lovely drunken ode of admiration from the fierce side captain which had me ready to cry #rest of my squad is out partying with the dc team. i am soaking these old bones and hoping they get home safe #im the sober dd as always this season #brunch at 11 tomorrow 🥂. Saturday is a Rugby really means your weekend is never your own lmao

[ameliora-j]

may i request steve x shy reader in a relatively new relationship & she’s afraid to tell him she needs him the first time she gets all subby? — 🧚🏼

you wring your fingers in your hands for the umpteenth time. you know exactly how to fix the overwhelming fog in tour brain, you’re just not sure if you should call him. you’ve only been dating a month and plus he’s working. against your better judgment, you decide to go on a walk.

coincidentally, that walk leads you to be standing directly in front of family video rental. you wring your fingers once more before taking a breath and walking in. “hi yn!” robin smiles brightly.

“hey! he in?” you ask softly. she nods and points to the break room and you follow the path of her finger. you find steve sitting at the desk eating his lunch and he immediately pauses when he hears the door open.

“hey there pretty girl, you’re early” he smiles, looking at his watch.

“sorry. i-i just… i-i” you sigh, stuttering so harshly that you fail to find words.

“look at me” he murmurs, gently lifting your chin as he steps in front of you. he hums quietly, studying your eyes. “‘s your head all foggy doll?” he hums softly. you nodded softly and he pulled you close to his chest. “that’s alright doll i’ve gotcha. ‘m right here” he hums softly, kissing your head. “always right here.”

#🧚🏽 my angel 👼🏽 #fanmail 💌 #saturday brunch 𐐪𐑂 #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

[amagnificentobsession]

Good Morning my Lovlies,

It’s another Saturday, another day that we should sing and rejoice, eat and drink food that is prepared with love.

MET! @the-metatron I said hand me the flour, not flour my butt. 🤦‍♀️👩‍🍳

Time to prepare for Spring, unless you are in Australia 🇦🇺😁

Time to sweep out those cobwebs, both from our homes and our minds. Winter takes its toll, but is just as needed for rebirth as Spring.

@muriel-not-the-dim-one @trans-darbie @angelo-rib-shack @angelo-chuck-wagon @docdust @i-dream-of-sheeny @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @e-w-w-morningstar @god-in-the-basement @god-wednesday @one-coming-is-enough @sliceocheese @angel-and-the-serpent @pissylittlebirdboy @kleenexwoman @youroneandonlysnakelady @thedemon-crowley @violet-yimlat @avis-morningstar @gandalf-big-oos @furfurs-fotos

As always my husband, and Madam. @the-metatron @dream-of-pain ♥️

It’s a cloudy, sweater day here at my home. Still the heaters are at the ready, blankets draped for cover and snuggling. I’m so excited to see you all!

#go rp #saturday brunch #familia #family is who you love #family is who loves you

[stood-onthecliffside]

i am very interested in what everyone associates with 1989 (keeping apart taylor's personal life)

#i always associate it with partying etc etc for sure but like if a party girl was deeply sad and dreamy and acted “insane” in the eye of the #viewer when the narrator was enjoying her life and going to any and every club to dance and fall in love with strangers but more importantl #and her friends!!! 1989 feels like the gossip that you do with your friends on a saturday brunch with heavy alcohol involved

[colorisbyshe]

i have a 5 day weekend (although two of them are being consumed by easter) i think i can delude myself into thinking i can beat rebirth in that time period

and this blog will be ruined when i beat hte game, btw

flooded with thoughts

as of rn my only thoguht is vincent valentine i didn't understand your game before but now i do

#saturday will be like 1pm-midnight easter fuckery #sunday is brunch #so arguably................. still can put in at least an hour each day

[befickleforever]

No anonymous cards professing their love this year. Clearly doing something wrong

#table tennis with a bottle and a movie are the plans this Valentine’s Day #and boozy brunch on Saturday… save me boozy brunch

[randombrowngirl]

New favorite outfit

#personal #my face #me #selfie #florida #saturday #brunch #that’s me #snap selfie

[ssacp]

土曜日の散歩。 #銀座 #東京 #日本 #ginza #tokyo #businesstrip #japan #almostspring #weekend #saturdays #walking #brunch #homeawayfromhome (at 东京银座 Ginza, Tokyo) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpos4EAr0cs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#銀座 #東京 #日本 #ginza #tokyo #businesstrip #japan #almostspring #weekend #saturdays #walking #brunch #homeawayfromhome