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Strawberry Frozen Yoghurt

It might be the first day of Autumn in Aotearoa today; but the sun was out, high and hot in Auckland this arvo! The perfect weather to enjoy this simple as yet very good Strawberry Frozen Yoghurt. Happy Thursday!

Ingredients (serves 2):

half a dozen medium, ripe Garden Strawberries

2 teaspoons caster sugar

180 grams/ounces plain Greek Yoghurt

Thoroughly rinse Strawberries under cold water. Drain them well in a colander.

Dice Strawberries, and place them in a bowl. Sprinkle with caster sugar, and give a good stir, to mix and coat Strawberries in sugar.

Place the bowl in the refrigerator, 1 hour, occasionally tossing the Strawberries.

Then, add Greek Yogurt to the bowl, and gently stir to mix, allowing the Strawberry syrup to swirl into the Yoghurt.

Spoon mixture into a freezable container and close well. Place in the freezer, for at least 3 hours.

Serve Strawberry Frozen Yoghurt with fresh Strawberries, if desired.

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ksbrooks · 4 months

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Mr. Pish asked Santa for some eBooks! There’s nothing like good eBooks priced affordably, and we’ve got a bunch right here for you! They’re all either free or 99 cents, so tell all your friends! Yeah, I know, we’re really good to you! Readers: look in the comment section below. If you see one you like, click over and buy it. How easy is that? (If you don’t see the book covers, adjust your…

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toniandrukaitis · 2 years

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Thursday:) That Thrifty Gal

“Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.” ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ****************************** Well, you know how I’m always telling you about the great sales at the grocery stores? My grocery lists usually are comprised of what’s on sale that week. I’m just cooking for myself, so I eat what I like… if it’s on sale that week, of course. Hey, Tom Thumb has bananas 29c a…

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therealimintobooks · 3 months

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2024 Thrifty Thursday Challenge #ThriftyThursday ~

Anne @Books of my Heart hosts the Thrifty Thursday reading challenge. The goal is to read books that were free at the time you acquired them. You can sign up and read the details here. Details Kindle or other platform freebies where you purchase it for $0 Freebies through author newsletters that anyone can sign up and get for free Giveaways won or gifts received These do NOT include Audible…

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thewinterpoet2 · 2 months

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ROXANNE

Jake Peralta x Reader

In which the reader is a secret vocalist outside of work as a detective in the 99th precinct, Jake becomes suspicious which leads to feelings rising to the surface.

WARNINGS: Swearing, themes of crime, theft, interrogation.

Word count: 15,654

Y/N~ Your Name

L/N~ Last Name

The first time Jake started to become suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

It was nearing Christmas which meant crime in Brooklyn had reached a new level of stupid, leading every Detective and Beat Cop to internally curse every black Friday sale to hell for eternity.

The squad of the 99th Precinct tended to be divided around the holidays, Boyle sprung into action, in true Boyle fashion, buying ridiculously expensive gifts for, well, everyone.

Santiago spent countless hours writing Christmas cards, and for the fifth year in a row, apologised incessantly to an exhausted UPS driver as she reluctantly returned all her holiday gifts for Captain Holt.

Gina loved Christmas and celebrated, to some, in what would be a very unusual way. But in her defence, setting up a PO box for her fans, meant she could have a very cheap Christmas. Thrifty and entrepreneurial, that's Gina.

Whereas, some members of the squad weren't as keen on Christmas. We know how Jake feels about Thanksgiving and with no suprise, this translates to his views around Christmas, too.

Rosa Diaz, although she hides it very well, spends Christmas with her family every year. Now her sexuality was out in the open, the healing her family went through have led, thankfully, to a much closer relationship. Rosa would never say this out loud, but knowing that they're fighting in her corner, is the best gift she could have ever asked for.

Oh, but if you asked she'd definitely tell you to "Mind your own fucking business before I get involved in yours" and according to her, "you definitely don't want that, do you?"

Jake Peralta was a great detective but a tricky human being. To put it bluntly, Jake hated Christmas. He hated carols, trees, "little scary elves that show up everywhere", and most of all, romcoms. Jake despised hallmark romance films. Was it because he was single for the 8th Christmas in a row? Who could tell, but he'd certainly deny it if anyone had the courage to ask.

Y/N, was definitely the wildcard out of the squad, especially when it came to the holidays. She'd told every detective the same bullshit tale of how she was going back to England to see her family for the holidays, how her least favourite gift is socks, how more than anything she hates carolling. Because, jesus, no one wants to hear her sing!

Detective L/N was a liar, for many reasons. Yes she was from England but she actually didn't mind socks and the biggest lie of all, maybe she'd convinced the detectives they wouldn't want to hear her sing... But her bandmates and their followers definitely did.

See, Y/N wasn't just a Detective, she was a trained singer, performer and songwriter. After work she tended to dodge Shaw's to head to band practice or straight to a gig, not that anyone had figured that out of course.

Not yet anyway.

Tne first time Jake became suspicious of Y/N was on a random Thursday in December.

Jake and Y/N were in the middle of interrogating a perp, nothing too gruesome or inhumane, a couple counts of petty theft and something that would hopefully have led to a new lead about a future bank heist.

William Dobson was his name.

"Why do all these perps have such boring names, why isn't he called Franco Goldminer"

Peralta turned around, slamming an evidence file onto the nearest desk. Y/N looked unamused at the topic of conversation but not surprised, it was Jake after all.

"Because I'm pretty sure 'Franco Goldminer' is A) too obvious for a criminal B) kind of ironic and C) sounds like an idiot that still lives with his mum in his 30s"

Jake's eyes twinkled at her quick and easy retort, not that she'd have seen that of course.

"Nah I stand by it, he's got a dumb name"

Scoffing Y/N stopped reading the provided statement, sighing in conclusion, rubbing her face with her hands,

"So we've got nothing, Jesus."

Peralta let out a sigh of annoyance,

"L/N why don't you go talk to him, I'll watch and see if he opens up to you"

Giving a cheeky grin he continued,

"I would say you could try annoy him into talking but you basically do that anyway"

Slapping his shoulder Y/N walked straight back into interrogation, ignoring his laughter trailing behind her.

William looks up at Y/N, recognition dawning on his face.

Fuck, this wasn't good.

"So Dobson, recount the night of the 16th for me again, seems some details don't match up from the tapes-"

Mid sentence you're cut off,

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

Y/N made a sound of aggravation at being cut off

"Small world, lots of people. Anyway the footage shows a different time to the one you claim you-"

"Roxanne on 5th right?"

Shit, shit, SHIT. Y/N's blood ran cold at the name of the club she performs at, it's nice to meet fans, just not in the middle of an interrogation.

Fuck she had to play this off cool, nochelant, like nothing happened.

"I don't care about your personal life Dobson, you're here because you're a criminal. Distraction techniques won't work with me, I don't recall being your best friend, Sir"

Awesome she thought, professional and managed to get an insult in at the same time.

"aren't you in that ba-"

Slamming her file onto the table

"Jesus give it a rest you don't know me"

Y/N's voice came out high pitched, aggravated and very, well, unlike her. This was enough to peek Peralta's interest from behind the glass, this wasn't the Y/N he knew, his coworker who hated anything boring but rarely took risks.

Hands up in defeat, Dobson backs down and the interrogation continues as it was before, absolutely useless.

What Y/N didn't know is Peralta was on the other side of the glass, a puzzled expression on his face;

This was the day Jake Peralta made it his mission to investigate further.

"Who are you Y/N?" He mumbled.

A few weeks later, Jake stopped going to Shaws with the squad.

This in itself was confusing for his fellow detectives, Boyle was practically heartbroken thinking that he'd done something to scare his best friend off.

This led to Boyle doing everything he could to try and entice Jake to their bar, regardless of how weird it was.

Boyle is Boyle, he's very extra, but he's got such a big heart and that's all that mattered to Jake.

However, Charles' interference was only causing Jake more stress, his plan needed to be a secret to be able to make this work.

It was a Friday night, the day before New Year's Eve. Y/N had requested annual leave tomorrow, something that was rarely granted on holiday's (thanks again New York) Jake managed to find this much out from a single conversation with Gina, oh, and because the holiday schedule was on a public server but that seemed too easy.

If he wasn't suspicious before, he definitely was now, something was in the water and he simply had to know what was going on.

It's not like Jake was OBSESSED with Y/N, he just wanted to know her on a more personal level and she made that incredibly difficult.

"I like to keep myself to myself, work is work, home is home. Keep them separate"

Her beautiful voice repeated the devastating series of words more times than he'd have liked to have heard them. Never. None. No thanks.

He'd invited her to Shaw's so many times he'd lost count, he'd asked if she wanted to watch Die Hard at his apartment, he'd even asked if he could do more overtime so he could spend more time with her. In the 6 years he'd worked with her he'd made absolutely zero progress, it's hard to fancy someone that doesn't acknowledge your existence.

Jake thinks Y/N is perfect.

Plain and simple.

Starring at her, lost in thought. He thinks about her eyes, how he wishes one day she'd look at him with the same love and happiness he looked at her with. He wonders what their kids would look like, okay Jake that's a bit far you're sounding a bit like Charles, he internally scolds himself.

"JAKE" Y/N snapped her fingers to get his attention, a look that can only be described as concern adorning her features.

"Huh? Oh yes, yes. I agree, yes let's do that. Whatever it was you said" He rambled at the speed of light, pretending to have acknowledged the last 20 mins that don't exist in his mind.

A smirk grew on Y/N's face, something he barely saw but made him feel like the room just got 20 times hotter.

"Oh so you were listening, yeah? Fabulous, so we can go ahead and schedule the hip replacement..."

Jake's eyes grew wide, babbling out some incoherent nonsense he managed to find two words; "HIP REPLACEMENT?"

Y/N couldn't hold back anymore and cried with laughter, barely being able to form any words.

"I was talking to you about someone I booked using their need for a hip replacement as an excuse, I joked she could use yours" wiping away tears, Y/N's laughter dies down seeing his daze and confusion.

"Are you okay, Jake?" Starring him down, he does what he does best, panics.

"I have to go" Jake stands up bolts out the room at top speed, leaving a very concerned Y/N.

Y/N has always liked Jake, he's bubbly, silly, but cares so much about everyone in his life, he'd go above and beyond for anyone and that's something you can't buy. She has wanted to let him into her personal life for a while but mixing personal and professional has never worked in her favour so she stops herself from letting things get weird and complicated again. Life is as complicated as she makes it after all.

Tomorrow Y/N's band were performing at Roxanne again for their NYE party, she was debuting the title song of their new cover album. Y/N has always been such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so "Go Your Own Way" definitely made the cut, providing, Jamie and Simon (her bandmates) were okay with that of course. She was excited, finally time to let her hair down and shed any stress from work.

Jake, after running out at top speed, took to his phone, made a few calls and booked a table tomorrow night for nine people.

At Roxanne.

Jake, Charles, Rosa, Amy, Terry, Captain Holt, Gina, Sully and Hitchcock.

And Y/N had no idea.

Well, neither did anyone other than Jake. This was going to be interesting.

The morning of NYE came and Y/N was ecstatic, eating breakfast at lighting speed, grabbing a coffee, brushing her teeth and then heading to the subway, felt like seconds. You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun.

Y/N arrived at Roxanne at just gone 1pm and immediately hugged Jamie who gave a huge grin seeing her arrival.

"Hi baby! Don't you look a treat, you excited for later?"

Blushing and hitting his shoulder Y/N laughed at his brash complimenting.

"Yeah, yeah, save it Jame, where's your boyfriend? He better not be hiding, we're fucked without him"

"Right here gorgeous"

Y/N jumped and let out a sharp gasp seeing him right behind her.

"Don't scare me like that, dick!"

Laughing he pulled her into a hug.

"Ready to blow the world away with your pipes tonight angel?"

Laughing gently she said "As ready as I'll ever be, right let's practice idiots. Then we can grab some food before we have to change"

Y/N had her mind free from work and Jake, but for Jake, well that was another story.

To Jake this was a stakeout, he had no idea whether he'd find a Mafia organisation or nothing at all. He phoned up Roxanne to ask about the event but all they said was to "Check the damn website, it's not 1942 anymore" and the website hadn't been updated in months.

Jake was terrified.

An afternoon turned into the evening and soon Y/N was slipping on a red sequined dress, black knee high boots, two lace black gloves, smokey, dark makeup and her hair was in curls, ready to take to the stage.

Roxanne was bustling already and it had only just gone 8, she was on in 30 mins and this was their moment.

Warmed up and excited, adrenaline coursing through her veins, she jumped up and down to hype herself up, she had got this.

Jake on the other hand, was only just getting ready, nothing too extravagant just a classic shirt, no tie and a jacket, but a clean jacket so it counts, right? The table was booked for 9 and he had no idea what was going to happen or what would be uncovered.

5 minutes to their opening call, Jamie, Simon and Y/N were all hugging and hyping up each other, knowing this was going to be the performance of a lifetime.

The crowd are cheering already, the bar is stacked and there's no space in the room, the floor is filled to the brim full of people and the only remaining space is one singular table on the balcony of the club, a reserved sign sitting neatly in the center.

"LADIES, THEYDIES AND GENTLEMEN, TONIGHT WE TAKE YOU INTO THE NEW YEAR IN STYLE, YOU KNOW THEM, YOU LOVE THEM, IT'S 'CRIME ME A RIVER"

Running out onto the stage, the heat from the stage lights hit Y/N and then everything changed, her body felt warm and she'd never felt more comfortable. The first notes started of Go Your Own Way and she took a breath then started to sing.

Loving you

Isn't the right thing to do

How can I ever change things

That I feel?

The crowd scream at the sound of her voice, the sweet melody carrying through the entire club, out the doors, into the night.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

How can I

When you won't take it from me?

Y/N can't help but think about Jake as she sings, music really is true to the heart and god what her heart wants more than anything is him.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

Jake and the squad pull up to the club, Terry already confused about why they're at such a random location on NYE when they could be at Shaws or "somewhere that doesn't look straight out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show"

Squeezing through the crowd blocking the entrance to the club, Jake heard Amy gasp.

"Oh my god, Jake"

"No fucking way" Rosa chimed in.

"This is unexpected" Gina remarked.

"Terry did not see this coming" Terry exclaimed.

Tell me why

Everything turned around

Packing up

Shacking up is all you want to do

Looking at his shocked colleagues, Jake followed their eyeline to the stage, seeing Y/N he unconsciously held his breath. She looked out of this world, so out of character from the person he shares a desk space with, but at the same time, she'd never looked more, her. His heart beating faster than the beat of the music, he turned to look at the squad once more, seeing Rosa's smirk, Amy's disbelief, Terry's enjoyment, Boyle squealing like a child at Jake's reaction.

"Oh Jakey, I knew you liked her, I knew it, I can't wait to be best man at your wedding" Charles then carried on monologuing but it all drowned out to Jake who only heard Y/N, oh boy, could she sing.

If I could

Baby, I'd give you my world

Open up

Everything's waiting for you

During this moment he imagined Y/N was singing directly to him, his heart fluttered and in that moment he knew he had to tell Y/N, he just had to. Or he'd explode.

You can go your own way

Go your own way

You can call it

Another lonely day

You can go your own way

Go your own way

All the squad started pushing past the crowd to try and get as near to the stage as possible, ignoring their table completely (well apart from Hitchcock and Scully) cheering, dancing and having a great time. Enjoying every second.

On the last note of Y/N's performance she took a breath and basked in the screaming of the crowd.

"THANK YOU! MY NAME IS Y/N AND WE'RE HERE SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME, DO WE WANT A GOOD TIME?"

Hearing a scream of "YES" she continued by saying "OKAY SO HERE'S OUR NEXT SONG, THIS ONE IS A BIT DIFFERENT, IT'S MORE OF A POWER BALLED, ARE WE READY?"

But before the first note could be sang Y/N made direct eye contact with Jake, who was fondly shaking his head in disbelief. She smiled widely and blushed a deep red.

She knew they'd talk after, and he did too. But for now she'd show how she loved him by showing him who she really was, Unapologetically and he loved nothing more.

AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this fic, might do a part 2, if you want to be added to a taglist or if you want a part 2 full stop please let me know:) unedited so it's definitely not perfect haha. Enjoy!

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bitchsister · 20 days

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im sad im gonna bother you. i know you have plans for the boys in EYY so i have to trust the vision and go along but im so anxious 😭 anyway uhm lucky charms!curtbuckygale going out for dinner together but gale is unaware that curt is wearing a little remote controlled vibrator until curt excuses himself to go to the bathroom and bucky lets him in on the secret and gives him the app to play with 😁

Hello my wedded darling. I will drop everything and do anything for you. So here you go. ILY. I raise you a request for more gay sex drawings thank you xoxox

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🏴‍☠️ If this stuff bothers you, don’t fricken read it : butt plugs, lowkey exhibitionism, getting horny as hell in public

This had happened plenty before.

Well, dinners with Gale, that is.

What hasn’t happened yet is this.

“Do you think he’ll notice?” Curt asked, his lip between his teeth as he sat in the passenger seat of Bucky’s Jeep, windows tinted damn near to the point of being illegal because the two of them couldn’t just wait until they got home on a few too many occasions.

“Notice what?”

“The plug.” Curtis rolled his eyes, but had found himself drooling at the sight of Bucky, driving with his left hand on the wheel and his right on Curt’s inner thigh, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “What the fuck else?”

He only smoked when he was stressed, but refused to talk about the case he’d been hacking away at with Gale for months now — it seemed every turn had led them to a dead end.

Curt wanted to be let into that world.

He wanted to help.

He wanted to ease Bucky’s worry, tell him they’d win. That it’d be alright.

But Bucky had stood firmly on his belief that intertwining his love life and work could only complicate things.

“Maybe.”

Curt reached between his own legs, fingers dancing over Bucky’s knuckles. “You need a drink.” He whispered, realizing rather quickly despite being en route to one of the most sought after restaurants in the city, Bucky still couldn’t focus on anything besides the stack of files on his desk in his study.

“M’sorry, Angel.” He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head to clear it. “You’re right, honestly. Need a drink.”

Gales car had already been in the lot, and Bucky spotted it once he handed his keys off to the valet. “Parked his own car.” He chuckled, opening the door for Curt. “Cheapskate.”

Gale was a miser of sorts. He liked spending his money on certain things, and being thrifty with others. This is precisely the reason he still lived in the same studio apartment he moved into his sophomore year of college — if it’s not broke, don’t fix it.

Food, though.

Gale loved going to nice dinners and luckily, so did Bucky and Curt.

So, they’ve made their nights out a routine. The second Thursday of each month.

Sometimes more in between, but always, without fail, the second Thursday.

“You’d be late to your own funeral.” Gale lifted his gaze from the cocktail menu to look at Bucky who’d plopped down around their rounded table covered in a crisp white tablecloth, and decorated lavishly with wine glasses and mise en place of silverware.

Then, he looked at Curt, going soft. “Hey.”

Gale was still getting used to the feeling of seeing the two of them differently. His desires no longer needed to be buried or hidden away — he was free to wink, to brush knees, to let his gaze linger without fear of being caught in the act.

“Hey, Galey.” Curt gave him a finger-wave as he pulled his chair up closer to the table, eyeing the menu in front of him but finding himself feeling overwhelmed.

Lucky Charms had been his idea of a treat.

He was still getting used to all of this.

The Jeep, Range Rover, a kitchen larger than the entirety of his dorm room.

Medical massages, saunas, acupuncture.

Sometimes, he had to remind himself to breathe.

“You’d like this, Curtie.” Bucky pointed to what looked like gibberish to Curt, who tilted his head to get a different perspective but it was simply no use.

Luckily, he was not picky.

A six course dinner was not what he was expecting, but being warmed from the inside out by rounds of Old Fashioneds and Gales favorite mezcal cocktails, he’d drawn a bubble around them — just the two of them in his sights, and the gorgeous plates of food presented in front of him.

Bucky fed him from his fork, Gale kept sharing his drinks. Beneath them, the earth vibrated. Hearts swelled. Cheeks grew warmer.

It wasn’t until Bucky had pulled his phone out of his pocket for the first time that evening and excused himself for it that Curt had been been plucked straight from his little pink cloud and plopped right onto his ass that started to vibrate.

“Fuck.” Curt mumbled into his Kampachi crudo, his fork clanking against his plate when he did.

“Ope,” Gale pulled his couple glass away, assuming the cocktail he’d been passing back and forth with Curt had caused his clumsiness. “Cutting you off.”

Curt forced a laugh, every ounce of blood in his body drawn to his reddened cheeks as he stuffed them full of more food as a distraction.

“Clumsy, little one.” Bucky clapped his palm against Curt’s thigh, feeling the low hum vibrating his very very bones when he did. “Keep it together.” He whispered in his ear when Gale had been momentarily distracted by the wait staff, buzzed and chatty enough to talk to a wall.

It came out in a desperate whimper, “It’s too much.”

Bucky shook his head, “It’s not.”

They let this guy be a lawyer?

Curt moaned into his hands, his fork clattering near his feet and giving him a reason to duck beneath the table to grab it.

When he popped back up, it’d already been replaced.

I’ll take that for you, sir.

All he could do was stutter.

T-thank you.

“Good boy. Using your manners.” Bucky made Curt face him again, hooking his fingers beneath his jaw and feeding him a forkful of something. “Even like this.”

Minutes passed, but it felt like hours. He writhed, wiggled, whined.

Eventually, Curt had more or less jumped out of his seat, “Gotta piss.” He grumbled, manners flying right out the window when he waddled away to hide himself and catch his breath.

“What’d you do?” Gale rose his brows, clearly distressed by Curt’s behavior. He seemed a little upset, by the looks of it, but Gale had been so caught up in side conversations with anybody who came to fill their waters or crumb their table that he’d missed important context.

“Nothin’.” Bucky shrugged.

“Well, it had to be something.”

“Nah.”

“He hurt himself boxing, or something?” Gale took a sip of water. “He was walking like he had something up—“

They stared at one another.

One, two, three seconds passed.

“Something up what, Gale?”

“Something up his ass.”

Bucky chuckled, his expression far too cheeky and smug. “Riiiight,” he drawled.

Gale scooched closer, eye to eye with Bucky. “You don’t have him all stuffed up here, too, do you?” His voice was a low whisper, but it sounded harsh. “My god. Let the poor thing breathe, Bucky. I’d never seen ‘em the way he was last night. We’re going to kill him.”

Still, he hadn’t yet realized the extent of Curt’s sexual appetite.

With work beating Bucky into the ground, it was a miracle Gale had finally been sucked into their little bubble — Curt was reared up and ready to go, no matter the time, no matter the place.

Too often had Bucky been reminded of his age because of it, but adored it nonetheless.

“It’s a new one.” Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket again and slid it toward Gale who forced his eyes to adjust when he gazed down at the screen.

“What’s this?”

“It comes with an app.”

“An app?”

“Yeah, an app.”

It took longer than he would have liked to explain the idea, but once Gale had understood, his eyes lit up. “So — it’s on two right now?” He admired the development of it, commending whoever had sat down and created it for perverts like the three of them. “And ten is the most, right?”

Lovely job. Really.

“Mhm.” Bucky had given control over to Gale, like the passing of a sacred torch. “Have fun.” He took a sip of his wine and greeted Curt with a solemn nod once he’d sat back down, courteously apologizing for his absence.

It didn’t matter, though.

Just as dessert had dropped, Gale got trigger happy.

It’d sent Curt practically into a spiral, being fed ice cream by Bucky while Gale played with him from across the table. He didn’t question how Gale had found out.

He’d sold himself out.

His brows furrowed, his skin grew damp.

His neck craned from where he sat beside Bucky to look up at him, desperate and whiney. “He’s gonna make me catch a fuckin’ indecency case.” He gripped Bucky’s forearm, unable to look at Gale because that would seal the fucking deal.

He’d be done for.

“You’re in the right hands, then.” Bucky grinned, resisting the urge to take full advantage of comedic timing and slide him a business card, which Curt had always carried his own stack of.

College kids are poor unfortunate, financially burdened souls.

Any chance Curt could get, he’d egg on a situation, like the time Natalie from his mechanics class had been mugged outside of her sorority, on campus property.

You should sue ‘em. I know a guy.

Though, as of late, Bucky had been taking on higher profile cases rather than simple civilian ones. His clients were facing death penalties, not fighting college campuses for not having proper security.

“Ohh,” Bucky tsked, coming to realize Gale had turned it up several notches since Curt could hardly keep his eyes out of the back of his head. “Look at you.”

And then, back to zero again.

He caught his breath.

“Galey, please.” Curt blinked rapidly, forcing himself to focus. “I’m —“ he ground his ass against his chair, his heart in his throat. It threatened to fall from his mouth, throbbing and bleeding for the two men that fawned over him like he’d hung the moon. “No more.”

Gale was absolutely not going to listen.

The familiar hum re-entered, and as their dessert course continued, Curt had found himself in tears.

The good kind.

Enough was enough when Curt had tried to crawl over the table, turning when he’d been scolded to lick Bucky’s neck instead — he’d become rabid, and it quickly resulted in two Amex black cards thrown in unison over a receipt, drinks slugged, and a Curtis dragged out of the front door.

“You two fuckin’ scumbags.” Curt accused, wagging his finger at them before he grabbed onto their sleeves and tugged them toward Bucky’s jeep once Valet had brought it around.

Gale was leaving his car and coming home with them.

That was final.

They crawled into the backseat together while Bucky drove, eyes flickering to the rearview every now and again to watch, mostly catching sight of Gale who looked just as ditzy as Curt was inside the restaurant.

“You think it’s funny, don’t you?” Curt had already unzipped Gale’s dress pants and tugged his hardened cock free before he shimmied out of his own clothes and climbed on top of him, the sound of leather against skin beneath them.

“I don’t think funny’s the word.”

Bucky reached back, without looking, and took the plug out of Curt for safe keeping as he knew well enough that it’d roll beneath a seat somewhere if he didn’t, never to be seen again.

This, of course, had left Curt feeling so empty.

Immediately, he found Gales cock in his fist, and then inside of him. They’d fogged the windows and caused poor Bucky the distraction of a lifetime, Curt using a pliant Gale however he needed. Frontwards, backwards, pulled on top of him, under him, sideways.

Gale sputtered all types of nonsense once he overflowed into Curt who was thrown back onto the backseat where Gale knelt on the floorboards between his legs, licking him clean.

“Our Galey is so thoughtful, Curtie.” Bucky parked in the garage, turning to look at the two of them. “To clean you up for me.” He grabbed Gale by the neck and kissed him, licking the taste of tequila and cum from his mouth.

#💌#why do I feel like this was too tame #I’m losing grip #Curtbuckygale #yoyo writes

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talonabraxas · 4 months

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The Sun moves into "serious-minded" report:

This week we have the Sun entering "serious-minded" Capricorn on Thursday, December 21st. On the same day we have the (winter solstice), the official beginning of winter. On Friday, December 22nd, we have a (Mercury Cazimi in Capricorn), where the Sun in Capricorn will conjunct Mercury in Capricorn. This excellent transit to reset, restart a specific cycle. It is the (heart of the Sun) taking place at 12:50 PM, CST. Look for messages, increased synchronicities, advanced communications even with (Mercury Retrograde in Capricorn). The Cazimi is in an (Earth sign of Capricorn), that is practical, grounded, serious-minded, and ambitious.

You always want to pay attention when the Sun changes zodiac signs. There is a dramatic shift in energies between the Sun in "expansive" Sagittarius to "practical" Capricorn. The key is to identify the pattens, cycles, habits, traits, and the characteristics that impact your natal chart & solar charts. In Western Astrology (Tropical) is based on the Sun position and the seasons. All of the zodiac will be impacted by this transit depending on the astrological house placements. The Sun is a (personal planet/star), where you want to analyze where you have Capricorn both in the position of the planets, and the position of the Houses. That will provide direct insight on how this impacts you.

The Sun is the vital principle, the life force. It is the giver of life. Sun is hot, positive, fiery and authoritative. It is the element of individuality, what you are all your life, and his place in your horoscope tells where you shine the best , and where you can earn your success. The Sun is your spirit and your sense of ego/paternal image.

Capricorn is ruled by Saturn & the 10th House of--career, the occupation, career acquisition, accolades, the profession, business, standing in the world, sphere of influence, professional reputation, honors, awards, fame & fortune, authority figures, the boss, credit, status, and recognition in the career. This is a great time to look where you have your natal MC or (Mid-Heaven) and see if your career sector is being lighted up or if you have planets in the 10th House.

Capricorn is an (Earth Sign) and is considered (Cardinal Sign) in the modes/modality.

Earth signs include—Taurus, Virgo, & Capricorn.

Cardinal signs include—Aries, Libra, Cancer, & Capricorn.

Team Capricorn characteristics, include being--stern, task-oriented, grounded, practical, ambitious, strong, always climbing in the career, serious-minded, determined, able to overcome obstacles, plan every step, powerful, concentrative, laborious, forceful, cautious, conservative, thrifty, scrupulous, trustworthy, detailed thinkers, fatalistic, stubborn, domineering, make good friends, although bad enemies, brooding and egotistic.

Cosmic Tip:

Team Capricorn is a grounded (Earth sign), that puts an emphasis on being responsible, ambitious, powerful, and climbing the company latter. Capricorn is ruled by the 10th House of—career, the occupation, sphere influence, status, your professional reputation, having authority figures give you the green-light to advance in your career. Check in with your career sector and see if you're content with your progress. With Mercury Retrograde in Capricorn, excellent to revise, review, self-scout, rebuild, and restructure where you want to be in your career.

On the solar chart we will have the Sun, Mercury, Pluto, all in Capricorn forming a (stellium). You could find greater purpose in your career, recognizing your talents & skills, while others take notice. Being ambitious pays dividends, putting in the work to attract a promotion and reach new heights in your career sector. With Pluto in Capricorn there has been a transformational shift taking place on some level.

Of course, you have to include Saturn (the natural ruler to Capricorn), which is currently touring dreamy Pisces. Here Saturn requires discipline, being task-oriented, playing by the rules, regulations, and terms & conditions. While Pisces wants to escape down the rabbit hole, Saturn has to work extra hard in order to keep things on point. Saturn likes to produce rewards for those who do the work, make the sacrifice, and dedicate themselves.

Check in with your Sun, Moon, Rising/Ascendant signs. Where you have Capricorn, Saturn and 10th House in your natal chart. Also review where you have dominant placements in Capricorn in your natal chart.

Enjoy the "practical" Sun in Capricorn!

Keep an eye on the Mercury (Cazimi) on Friday, December 23rd. See what comes through during this influence. --Astrological House Astrology. Capricorn Zodiac by Tashina Suzuki

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study-with-aura · 9 days

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Thursday, April 11, 2024

(Posting late again) I decided to take a short break again from Tumblr, so I am posting everything late. I have been finding myself needing to take more frequent breaks from studying, which means I lose that time in my day when I normally would edit my studyblr, meaning the stuff I need is not on there by the time I usually post the update. I think it's important to take as many breaks as I need, as long as I get most of what I need to get done completed, if not all of it. Having this literary analysis to write is taking up more time too, but thankfully, the outline is complete, and I have started on the first draft.

Tasks Completed:

Geometry - Learned about probability distribution + learned to find probabilities from a probability distribution + practice + learned about expected value + practice + learned to interpret expected value + practice + learned to calculate expected payoff + practice + honors work

Lit and Comp II - Reviewed Unit 23 vocabulary + read about word play and malapropisms + read Act 1 Scenes 1-3 of Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare + read modern translation of same scenes + wrote a malapropism + worked on my literary analysis for Emma (due next Friday)

Spanish 2 - Copied shopping vocabulary

Bible I - Read 1 Samuel 15

World History - Answered essay questions dealing with the United States entering WWII and turning point battles of the war

Biology with Lab - Completed second part of bacteria identification lab

Foundations - Read the definition of thriftiness + read another article showing media bias + read over assignment for Sojourner Truth's "Ain't I a Woman" speech + read over the speech again

Piano - Practiced for two hours in one hour split sessions

Khan Academy - Built into coursework

CLEP - None today

Streaming - Watched Greatest Events of World War II in Color episode 5

Duolingo - Studied for 15 minutes (Spanish, French, Chinese) + completed daily quests

Reading - Read pages 424-450 of Accountable: The True Story of a Racist Social Media Account and the Teenagers Whose Lives It Changed by Dashka Slater and finished the book

Chores - Put away the dishes + took the trash out

Activities of the Day:

Personal Bible Study (Hebrews 13)

Ballet

Pointe

Journal/Mindfulness

#study blog #study inspiration #study motivation #studyblr #studyblr community #study community #study-with-aura

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sapphirepolexia · 10 months

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thrifty thursday therapy 🏷️

#mine

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aaronburrdaily · 8 months

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August 22, 1809

Much eating and drinking requires fumigation and vigilance. Couche at 1. Rose at 6. At 10 came the Professor Adam Afzelius to invite me to see his cabinet collected during ten years' residence at Sierra Leona in the service of English society bearing that name as physician. He is now one of the professors of botany in this university, is in his sixtieth year, and is the eldest of the three brothers; a very sprightly man speaking very good English; might pass for 46. It is to be regretted that his travels and discoveries have not been published and you will participate in that regret when you shall see the short notes which I have made (under this date) of his communications and of a few of the subjects shown in his cabinet. Was obliged to leave it at 1/2 p. 12 to dress for the knight's, J. Afzelius's, dinner, the invitation being for 1/2 p. 1. At 3/4 p. 1 je m'y suis rendre.¹ I was the last and they had got through the bread and cheese course. Y: The Governor; several professors; in all twelve; no dames, J. Afz. being garçon.² He is bon vivant³ and has an excellent men'ge. et cuisinier.⁴ The dinner such as might be expected. Rhenish and claret both very good. Pears, apples, melons, goosberries⁵; currants, four sorts, one of very pale dim red, which we have not; very common here. The first honors paid to Gamp. Dishes first presented to him, which I thought wrong, considering that the Governor is, in his government, the representative of majesty. Off at 5. Home till 1/2 p. 6. Tavern bill for twelve days 12 rix dollars 4 sch. I always talk in rixgalt,⁶ unless banco be named. One rix dollar to dom. At 7 to Andreas Ericus Afzelius (the name of my friend the Haradshofding) to sup. Y: The Governor; his daughter, la cadette; Professor Afzelius, ux. and daughter, et autr.⁷; all thirty. La cad. was beautiful; said some smart things which almost redeemed the νουσ.⁸ La Afzelius also pas avantageusement mise.⁹ A very luxurious supper and excellent wines. Off at 10. La jeu. Madame Afzelius loses nothing. Les bouches des trois.¹⁰ Further delays. My amiable friend the Haradshofding has continued employment for me tomorrow, his business requiring a delay till Thursday. In the Botanic Garden is an American black walnut tree; the body about five inches in diameter; very thrifty; grown from a nut planted here; the only tree of the kind which I have seen on this side of the Atlantic.

1 For je m'y suis rendu. I went thither. 2 Bachelor. 3 A jolly companion. 4 For ménagère et cuisinier. Housekeeper and cook. 5 So in the MS. 6 Burr comes nearest here to the correct spelling, which is riksgåld. 7 For et autres, and others. 8 Probably meaning the [lack of] mind previously mentioned. 9 Madame Afzelius also not dressed to advantage. 10 The mouths of the three. (The mouths of the three persons evidently appeared peculiar to Burr.

#aaron burr #the private journal of aaron burr

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ksbrooks · 4 months

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askwhatsforlunch · 1 year

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Turkey Tail Minestrone

This hearty and tasty Turkey Tail Minestrone makes a comforting dinner on a rainy night. And it is a really thrifty recipe, too. Happy Thursday!

Ingredients (serves 2 to 3):

1 1/2 tablespoon olive oil

1 large white courgette

1/2 large red or orange bell pepper

1/2 onion

1 teaspoon dried oregano

1 large garlic clove, minced

1 heaped teaspoon tomato paste

1 1/2 tablespoon Modena Balsamic Vinegar

6 cooked large Turkey Tails

1/3 cup short pasta, like macaroni

1/2 teaspoon coarse sea salt

1/2 teaspoon freshly cracked black pepper

2 ripe tomatoes

250 millilitres/1 cup Turkey Tail Stock, warmed

1 1/2 to 2 cups water

1/2 tablespoon caster sugar

Heat olive oil in a large saucepan over medium-high heat.

Rinse white courgette and halve it lengthwise. Then, cut into thick slices. Add white courgette slices to the saucepan, and cook, stirring until golden, a couple of minutes.

Seed and chop bell pepper, and stir into the saucepan. Cook, 1 minute more.

Peel and finely chop onion. Add to the saucepan, and cook, a further 2 minutes. Stir in dried oregano.

When the courgettes start browning, add minced garlic, and cook, another minute.

Add tomato paste, and cook out, 1 minute.

Then, deglaze with Balsamic Vinegar, and cook, another minute.

Reduce heat to medium, and flake in the meat of boiled Turkey Tails. Add macaroni. Give a good stir, to coat in herbs, vegetables and tomato paste. Season with coarse sea salt and black pepper.

Rinse and dice tomatoes, and add them, along with their juice, to the pot. Stir in warmed Turkey Tail Stock, and then water. Bring to the boil. Cover with a lid, and simmer, over medium-low heat, a dozen of minutes, until pasta are cooked. Remove the lid, and stir in caster sugar. Cook, a couple of minutes more.

Serve Turkey Tail Minestrone hot.

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townofcrosshollow · 2 years

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I would like to share with you my current sewing project!

So I have a desk chair. No clue where it actually came from, now that I think about it. Might be my dad or sister's old chair. It's been in my room for years, and... uh....

Let's just say it has served me well.

I'm a thrifty person, and I hate to buy new things when the things I have still work just fine. Plus my decorating aesthetic is best described as grandmacore, so a shiny new desk chair would clash with my vision.

So instead, I decided to totally overhaul my current chair by making a (very old fashioned looking) slipcover for it.

The first step of that was obviously to make a pattern. I achieved this by basically pinning pieces of old scrap fabric to the chair and outlining hypothetical pattern pieces, then stitching them together to see how they worked out. I don't have many pictures of the process, but here's what it looked like while I built the arm.

As you can see, I had to make a lot of alterations to the pieces by redrawing the edges and adding extra fabric on with pad stitches. That top arm piece was a real headache, because I got it in my head that I could draft the top as part that connects to the back of the seat as a curve. I could not. This caused a lot of headaches.

Once I had all of the pieces made and the prototype worked, it was just a matter of adding registration marks, cutting the seam allowances off, and tracing it all onto brown paper.

These were the fabric options I chose:

I ended up going with the one on the right, as modeled by Thursday:

So far all of my pattern pieces have been cut out and some have been seamed together, exciting! I'm using a backstitch by hand with cotton thread for the majority, though I've accidentally switched to a different coloured polyester thread at times (whoops) and I sewed the back plackets by machine. They look kinda shitty up close, thus reinforcing even more my "if you need it done well you do it yourself" mindset, lol. It's probably just me being out of practice, though.

Speaking of the back plackets, here they are all finished. I decided to use five of these gold buttons up the back to close it.