#historic punch bowl

[sapores]

My Own Ferdinand-and-Isabella Punch Bowl

Next weekend is the Eurovision final, and we have friends coming over to watch with us. I spotted a drinking game official enough to have its own domain and twitter account (ie, not very official, but certainly interwebs savvy) - and that they recommended their rum punch.

...but I didn't much like their punch recipe.

So I looked around for alternatives, and ran into Ferdinand and Isabella's Punch. This looked a lot better to me, but still I wouldn't want to make it without a few tweaks here and there.

So I tweaked. And for some ingredients that I didn't have at home, I replaced, or I went with DIY.

I plan to go back and edit this post as I settle on some of the amounts, and possibly add more spices than currently planned to the falernum.

Velvet Falernum Batavian Falernum

Since I didn't have any falernum at home, and want to largely avoid purchasing extra booze at this point, I decided to make my own falernum.

And since many historic punches used Batavian Arrak, and while I don't have any white rum at home, I do have Arrak, I decided to build my falernum on that instead.

So, here comes the Batavian Falernum. Based largely on the DIY recipe from Serious Eats.

Ingredients:

1/3 cup raw almonds

30 cloves

2 sticks of cinnamon (added by me)

30 allspice berries (added by me)

1 inch ginger (added by me)

1 cup Batavian Arrack (changed by me)

8 limes

520 g Demerara sugar [actually used: palm sugar + white sugar] (changed by me)

130 g (~1/2 cup) water

Day 1:

Coarsely chop and toast the almonds in a dry (non-stick) pan over medium-high heat until fragrant but before they burn (approx. 5 minutes).

Place almonds, cinnamon and cloves in a tight-sealing jar, cover with arrack. Steep for 24h.

Day 2:

Add allspice berries. Steep for 24h.

Day 3:

Finely zest 8 limes, with as little pith as possible. Put limes in ziploc bag in fridge to juice them later for the syrup and even later for the punch.

Thinly slice ginger.

Add zest and ginger slices to infusion. Steep for 24h.

Day 4:

Juice 4 limes (from the fridge stash), strain into pot. I got 130 g juice from this. Add water (equal amount, so 130g) and sugar (quadruple that, so 520g, to make it 2:1 sugar to liquid by weight), and cook a 66 brix (rich) sugar syrup, until sugar is fully dissolved.

Let it cool, then strain infusion and combine infused arrak and syrup in 1:2 proportions by weight.

Shake/stir until fully combined, strain through coffee filter, and let it rest for 12h.

Ferdinand and Isabella's Batavian Punch

Ingredients

1 lemon

2/3 cups sugar

2-3 tbsp Imperial Earl Grey

1/2 bottle (375ml) Ron Zacapa 23

1/2 bottle (375ml) aged Malmsey Madeira (changed by me)

1/2 cup lemon juice (squeezed from reserved fruit)

1/2 cup lime juice (squeezed from reserved fruit)

1 tsp Angostura Bitters

1/2 cup Batavian Falernum (see above)

Extra additions chosen day of:

Not enough Madeira: swapped half for Lillet Blanc

1 tbsp rich gomme syrup

1/4 tsp 4:1 saline

1/2 tsp Fee Brothers Black Walnut Bitters

1/2 tsp Fee Brothers Molasses Bitters

1/2 tsp Angostura Orange Bitters

Day 1:

Peel or zest the lemon, avoid the pith. Combine with sugar, muddle slightly and let it rest to produce oleo saccharum. Put the zested lemon in the fridge in a plastic bag to squeeze later.

Fill baking tray or bundt pan partway with water, put in freezer to produce ice block for the punch bowl.

Day 2:

Steep 1.5 cups of boiling hot water with the tea leaves for 3 minutes. Strain and set aside to cool.

Squeeze lemon and lime from the fridge and measure out the required amounts. (if not enough, fill it up with the Meyer Lemon super juice in my fridge)

Combine rum, madeira, lemon juice, lime juice, and the oleo saccharum. Stir to combine, and then strain to remove lemon zest from the mix. Pour into punch bowl.

Add tea to punch bowl.

Add ice block to punch bowl.

Garnish with lemon and lime wheels studded with cloves.

Timing for this time around:

May 7: Day 1 of Falernum

May 8: Day 2 of Falernum

May 9: Day 3 of Falernum

May 10: Day 4 of Falernum

May 12: Day 1 of Punch.

May 13: Day of Eurovision show. Day 2 of Punch.

#cocktails #cocktail #rum #falernum #punch #ferdinand and isabella's punch #batavian arrak #madeira #lemon juice #lime juice #historic punch bowl #large batch

[saltpepperbeard]

no because i'm over here trying to maintain a steady course and trying to not jump to conclusions and trying not to panic over out of context articles/questions/pieces of texts where i can't properly read the tone

and then rhys rolls up with-

#LIKE???? #HELLO??????? #i'm so #like i was kicking my legs and giggling all the way through that entire article #because it was so nice to see him so excited about getting to be a mermaid #and so so nice to finally hear him talk #AND THEN THAT JUST #WAS A SUCKER PUNCH STRAIGHT TO THE JUGULAR RIGHT THERE AT THE END????? #but like #i feel like david wouldn't........right? #RIGHT??????? #*stede voice* jodi you're panicking! #*Ed voice* I'M NOT PANICKING ALRIGHT #y'all know that one spongebob gif where he's just looking forlorn at a table #that's me right now PFFFFF #like many thoughts head full but none of them are Forming Into A Fully Coherent Piece #something something piracy did end up getting killed off by the british indeed #and something something that violence is realistically going to be a threat for them #but also something something these pirates wear crocs and say 'for the lols' and bowl with british soldiers like it's nothing #so i would be SHOCKED if they did indeed get an unhappier more historically accurate fate #idk what's everyone thinking lol HOW ARE WE FEELING #BESTIES/ANONS PSSSPSPSPSPSP #OFMD #OFMD Season 3 #Rhys Darby #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet

[asianwhumpgalore]

My Merman Brother (我的鲛人弟弟) | Cdrama | Whump List

Genre: Historical, Mystery, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Lin Weixu, the State Preceptor of the Qin Empire gained her authoritarian power after conquering Nanzhao Empire. One day, she ran into Fu Su, a merman captive who was tortured by the Supreme Court. Out of sympathy, she rescued the merman, and he became clingy to her. Thus unfolded a therapeutic and sweet journey.

Length: 24 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲◭△△ 

✨ Simple and cute. Merman ML ftw ✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual historical content warnings. ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS might be found, proceed with caution ⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Fu Su played by Shen Huai

00:00 | Running barefoot across the street, scratches and bruises on his body, crashes into someone and falls to the ground, net cast over him, struggling to free himself, kicked back onto the ground when he sits up, beaten, saved.

02:00 | Shoved onto the floor, grabbed by the face and forced to look up.

06:05 | (comedic) Fought, pinned to the ground, choked, (normal) cowers into corner, hugs self.

08:40 | Bites lip until it bleeds.

14:45 | Whipped, scolded.

17:35 | Locked in a cell, chained by the wrists to the wall, hugs self, mocked.

20:15 | Shoved onto the ground, accused of killing someone, kicked out.

22:05 | Leaning against a wall for support, collapses against the wall, panting, sweating, hugs self, stumbles away | Crashes into furniture, collapses against table, clutching chest, hunched over, concern for him, falls on the floor, labored breathing, helped to stand.

46:32 | Cuts palm of hand with a knife, bleeding.

50:55 | Imprisoned, hugs self.

55:55 | Bleeding lip.

56:35 | Punched.

01:01:45 | Head covered with a cloth, abducted (off screen) | Chained by the wrist to a cross, head covered with cloth.

01:03:35 | Chained once again by the wrists, arm cut, made to bleed onto a bowl, cut again, in pain.

01:10:44 | Still chained, found by lover, bloody, cuts on his body, coughing.

#asian whump #whump list #whumpee #cdrama #chinese drama #my merman brother #我的鲛人弟弟 #shen huai

[dephellseed]

Fourth of July specific Headcannons

• John makes the entire holiday his own personal runway, always has. His parties back in Atlanta were the biggest and most exclusive events in the state. He had the best food flown in, the best music, the best drinks, and the best people. Sure, now in Hope County he can't exactly fly in anyone to cook but he can cater, and yeah there's no liquor allowed but what Joe doesn't know won't hurt him, will it? Lightly spike the punch bowl. Live music is just the Eden's Gate choir now but hey, they learned new songs for this and they're quite proud. But no one, and I mean no one, can stop him from dressing up for the occasion. It'd be a sin not to, wouldn't it?

• Joseph spends the entire day reading old historical texts from the nation's inception to Jacob, hoping it helps soothe him. He pretends its just because he's concerned about Jacob but he also just really hates parties. He makes an appearance at the end to make a speech about how this country might have failed them now, but it started with a dream very similar to theirs: freedom, faith, and guns.

• Jacob hates this fucking holiday. Hates it. The fireworks sound like mortar fire to him. This country has done nothing but use and abuse him his entire life. But, his brother likes it, so he tries to. Demands to be in charge of grilling, absolutely destroys the dance floor. Knows exactly what's in the punch, steals the entire bowl for himself. Locks himself in his room before the heretics start their firework displays so he can't accidentally hurt someone during a flashback.

• Faith absolutely adores any excuse to make everyone in Eden's Gate be outside and cheerful. Everyone's so sad and pale! They need fresh air and Bliss! They need joy! They need to celebrate The Father! Like she does! The Angels set up the entire party, she's the queen of decorating. There's fun activities, corn hole, water balloon fights, sparklers. She's in charge of deserts so there's cute little cakes and candies. The priestesses brings the kids out to celebrate with them.

•On the flip side, The Rye family has hosted a Forth of July party every year as well. Chad's bbq is there, there's usually some recreation of the Teasty Festy treats, Nick flies all the little kids around in his plane to see the fireworks from the sky. Pretty much everyone who doesn't show up here is at the Spread Eagle doin half price shots or doing whatever the hell Sharky is doing. The Ryes really just love any excuse to gather everyone together for something positive, something happy. Kim's Canadian. Nick has average levels of patriotism (aka hey! Its an excuse to grill and drink)

• Charlemagne Victor Boshaw is holding his own shindig at his place. There's pizza, and beer and weed. Do many people show up? No, but its hard to compete with Chad so he isn't complaining, really. Plus it means more for him! He and Hurk spend the whole day drinking, watching movies, and then spend all night lighting their ridiculously complicated homemade firework setup with flamethrowers and watching the whole sky turn white. God bless America for not making laws about flamethrower ownership.

#far cry 5 #eden's gate #far cry five #joseph seed #far cry 5 anniversary #far cry deputy #farcry5anniversery #john seed #faith seed #jacob seed #sharky boshaw #nick rye #happy 4th of july #who's party are you going to?

[castleofcuntdracula]

Since I'm saving up for some things, and working on flexing some specific authorial muscles in advance of a big project, I thought I'd open up fic coms! £10 = 1000 words + however much I feel like continuing on a topic of your choice from this selection.

Not sure how tumblr will handle that image, so, full transcription/ID below:

A comission information sheet styled to resemble a pub menu or catalogue page. The heading reads "Gored Renfields, direct from my nightmares". The menu offers various pre-categorised scenarios, including cannibalism, guro, breeding, sickfic, and impact play.

Directly below the heading is text reading as follows:

BRUTAL SCENES of gore and agony will be wrought upon this man! Unlock your inner Dracula and watch our collective blorbo squirm as he suffers any of the options among this salacious selection. All described in this catalogue have been hand-picked directly from heart-pounding nightmares, and some even discussed in chat! Renfield may be subject to mutilation, mastication, and more as the events in this menu of the macabre unfold, and no inch of him is off- limits! Read through, consider these creations, & pick your- or rather, his- poison. Orders filled within three weeks.

The leftmost column is titled "Cannibalism", and is subdivided into the following options, each of which have an image, title, and subtitle:

Hog Roast. This text is accompanied by a black and white illustration of a roast suckling pig.

Subtitle: Trussed up and served is where Renfield starts this course...

He's the centrepeice of a spectacular meal, bound, gagged, and ready to be served. Spiced with historical dining knowledge and reveling in his inability to scream, this dish is for you if you like cannibalism, propriety rituals, and a good, gory party. Comes in human-on-human, vampire-on-human, and a milder role-play option (v).

Tapped Tree. This text has a black and white illustration of a metal spile, from which a drop of liquid hangs, hammered into a taphole in a tree.

Subtitle: Watch. Him. Bleed.

Did you know that a man of Renfield's height and weight has nearly 6 litres of blood? In this course, you can test this for yourself- watch as a variety of blood-related bad luck befalls our best boy. Is he serving the role of punch bowl at a vampiric soiree? Being drained dry as a punishment for failing to provide for his master? Offered up to the brides of Dracula, in an attempt to make peace? Or some devious scenario of your own creation? Either way, this option is a bloody good time!

Lethal Chef. This is accompanied by an illustration of alice and the cook from Alice's adventures in wonderland.

Subtitle: Most chefs try not to cut their fingers...

Renfield doesn't get the chance. Our favourite chew-toy really becomes one in this dish, wherein he is forced to prepare his own flesh. ALL of his body is available in this option; if he's not flexible enough to reach your favourite cut , someone else will retrieve it for you. Watch as he struggles through slicing, seasoning and searing parts of his own body; soothed by shallow healing or abandoned to your tastes. Options range from a brief, painful episode of autocannibalism, to a day slaving over a hot stove preparing his parts to feed a massive party. The choice is yours with this flexible, delectable form of torment.

Serve man. This is accompanied by an 1800s era illustration of various cuts of beef.

Subtitle: asking the delicate question.

In this world, it's eat or be eaten... This dish allows Renfield, at long last and probably against his will, to join his master in the consumption of human life. Be it snowed-in survival cannibalism or the privilege of sharing in a victim, this is what to order if you want to see Renfield with a mouthful of his kith and kin. There's a thousand ways to serve a cut of meat, and he's available for all of them-be it braised broiled or fresh enough to still be hot, this option sends Renfield to the ultimate culinary frontier.

The centre column is dominated by an outlined box containing the title "Butcher's Block", and a black and white photograph of the backroom of a butcher's shop. Below the photograph is the subtitle "Prime Cuts, Prime Prices!" Can you use into a description reading as follows:

In this à la carte atrocity, watch as Renfield is sectioned off and sold for consumption. You will get your pound of flesh be it back bacon, rump steak, or hawk; as well numerous others in this story! Farm-fresh and withing in agony, this dish features a Renfield being slowly and expertly deconstructed, with a variety of options resulting, including market stalls, wholesale halls, and a glimpse at how the sausage is made. Sprawl him out on the butcher's block in back or portion him out nicely and perfect packaging-this option is the best to really get into the meat of the man.

Below this are two text inserts. They read, in all caps: "amateur anatomist author, expert in pain" and "everything £10; less than a penny per word"

Below this, a section with headings for "scrap auction" and "highest bidder". There are two pictures of auction houses. These share a subtitle, which reads "sell his body, watch him suffer". The description is as follows:

Our dear Renfield is up for auction; standing in front of an audience in watching them assess his worth! Either piecemeal, is in the scrap auction option, or wholesale going to the highest bidder. What has he done to get himself sold? is it a true turning point in his life, or all some game he doesn't know he's playing? in this option, you can find out.

Below this is a section with the heading as you wish (customs). This has the subtitle "what, dear diner, is your will? Build your own, by the word." Below this are pricing options for custom one shots, all of which cost one pound per 100 words comma except the final, which is £20 for 2,500 words.

The lowermost block of the center column is split in half. On the left, is a section titled "inner world", with the subtitle "SCALPEL!" its description reads as follows:

This surgical smorgasbord is perfect for the medically-mine did among us. Rich with detail on organs, operations, and contemporary medical technology, this dish eschews surface-level suffering to explore what Renfield is like on the inside.

On the right, a section titled "Local Ails", with the subheading "Sick and twisted". Its description reads:

Drawing on a degree in immunology in a hundreds-strong Goodreads shelf dedicated to novel set in sanatoriums, this dish explores the horrors of pre-modern medicine, and of a Victorian immune system meeting modern germs. Be it consumption, cholera, or covid, choose this option to see our adored at his most afflicted.

The rightmost and final column is titled "smut". Like the left, it is divided into options. The first of these is titled "blood play", and headed by a Victorian medical illustration of the blood vessels and musculature of the neck, accompanied by the caption "Feel him from the inside". It's description is as follows:

Sex, blood, & rock and roll combine in this option, where Renfield bears his heart and soul in the bedroom. The author turns their anatomical knowledge to the sport of tormenting one R.M, revealing hidden facets, that they might be fucked. Be it woundfucking, knife play, biting or beyond, this is where to look if you like to taste sex and violence in the same bite.

The next title is spare the rod. It is accompanied by a woodcut of a man being flogged with a cat-o'-nine-tails. It has the subtitle "...Or not". Its description reads:

This dish sets this mess of a masochist up with exactly what he needs-a firm hand and a sore arse. In this option you'll find the cane, the tawse, the birch and more. If you want to see Renfield flogged, bound or suspended, ask for this at the counter, and be sure to be specific!

The next title is "Born and bred". It has the subtitle "eating, for two", and there's a company by an 1800 hand-drawn diagram of the anatomy of the uterus. It's description reads:

Knocked Up. Up the duff. In the family way. This option is all about pregnancy, breeding and mating, be that omegaverse, mpreg, or just some good old biologically-impossible kink. Spanning a broad spectrum from keep-coming-in-his-stomach-wound wishful thinking to baby-bumped Renfield bouncing on it and moaning, this option has something for everyone Oscar the counter for our full menu of pregnancy and pregnancy-adjacent kink.

The final category is "NOT IN STOCK (hard NOs), and is headed by a picture of empty supermarket shelves. Below this, it lists "underage, furry, scat, omo, necro" and states that we have the right to refuse service at any point before payment.

#nsft #fic #renfield (2023) #robert montague renfield #dracula #dracfield #guro #fic comissions #yes i know its not allowed shhh universal dont care #mpreg #cannibalism

[alister312]

i feel like i haven’t made a gregstophe thing in while…. losing my gregstophe cred so here’s some hobby headcanons!!

Gregory is definitely a journaler. He started some time in elementary or middle school with the hopes of leaving behind a fantastic historical record but as he grew up, he realized that was a bit unrealistic. He kept the habit though, as it’s a good way to relax and keep his mind sharp. Usually he uses very nice leather-bound notebooks because he likes the aesthetic and how they look on the shelf when he’s filled them. Sometimes he’ll go and read them, especially if he needs a pick me up and wants a good memory. At one point he considered turning them into a memoir but realized that a lot of stuff he’d written about him doing was illegal or would put him under a lot of scrutiny (revolutionary life) so the journals are just for him.

While Gregory likes the idea of pets in theory, I don’t think he’s huge fan of the mess they end up making everywhere (he’s already got one creature in his house making things messy, he really can’t handle a second one lol). However, because of that, he’d be really drawn to fish! He’d have a huge tank with all sorts of plants floating on top, lots of colorful fish, a complex filtration system, etc. If/When he and Christophe get a house, he’d really push for a koi pond just so he has more fish to look after. Christophe agrees because he thinks Gregory’s fish are cool even though he doesn’t understand why they can’t just live in a bowl and be given fish flakes.

He tries hard to pretend he isn’t, but Gregory is definitely into rich upperclass people sports like like pickleball and golf. He grew up playing them with his family so there’s a bit of nostalgia involved in it. Christophe teases Gregory whenever he tries to casually suggest that they go play for a little bit, just for fun. Usually Gregory has to convince someone else to go with him (often Tolkien who has a similar nostalgia-based interest in playing).

Christophe is really into gardening and plant care (shocker lol). When he was a kid he got yelled at a lot for digging up the yard, so he would replant stuff to try and make the lectures just a bit less intense. It was also a good excuse as to why he was coming in covered with dirt or why there was dirt all over his floor. Eventually he started doing it because he liked it, not just for the excuse. Sometimes he tries crossbreeding plants but mostly he just grows them as they are.

While Christophe would never go to a regular gym, he does go to a boxing gym. He wants to keep himself in good fighting conditions for obvious mercenary reasons and he feels like just having a real sparring partner is much better than a punching bag. It’s one of the few places where he’s got a number of people he’s friendly with since he’s literally required to interact with people. Despite that, Christophe kind of latches onto the few people he found he liked at the beginning (like Tweek).

From whittling to sculpting, Christophe really likes making things with his hands. Initially it was something to pass the time like when sitting around with a knife so he picks up a stick, or finding clay while digging and making a little thing. He also likes putting together random bits of trash he has. Gregory keeps close track of his paper clips because there’s a good chance if Christophe sees them lying around he will twist them into something else, rendering them unusable. He displays all the mangled paper clip creations on his desk though, as well as other things Christophe makes because he thinks they’re nice.

#been trying to think about more normal stuff about them bc i love the angst but it’s nice to remind myself they exist outside of it too 🥰 #south park #sp headcanons #gregstophe #gregory of yardale #christophe delorne #sp gregory #sp christophe

[thethirdromana]

This threw me back on Ransome, who seemed the least wicked of that gang, and who soon came out of the inn and ran to me, crying for a bowl of punch. I told him I would give him no such thing, for neither he nor I was of an age for such indulgences.

You think you're reading a fun historical coming-of-age romp, and then all of a sudden you're down a google rabbit hole that has you reading someone's history thesis from 1994.

This paragraph took me by surprise, because I wasn't aware that there were any laws against children drinking alcohol either in 1751, when the novel is set, or even in 1886, when it was published.

Frustratingly, I haven't been able to fact-check this. From 1901, children under 14 were prohibited from buying alcohol from a pub unless it was in a sealed container to take away (implicitly, for their parents, though some children certainly then unsealed the container and drank it), but what the law was before then, I haven't been able to find out. This article suggests that there were some restrictions, but not what they were.

What particularly struck me is that Davie is seventeen - the average Scottish seventeen year old is happy to drink punch (i.e. a mixed drink with spirits) in the modern day, so I was startled to see Davie being more cautious about strong drink in the 1750s.

I think this is probably because of the context of the novel being written at a time when alcohol consumption by children, particularly of spirits (as compared with the beer that Davie opts for), was a significant concern. I'd guess RLS is trying to encourage good habits in his younger readers, hoping that they might imitate Davie and not the hard-drinking Ransome.

#kidnapped weekly

[wehavecomeforyourprivateschools]

😂

What a job having to rebuild it from the rubble

I love when cultural vandals get their comeuppance

[thebattleofstarcourt]

｡ﾟ•♡୧ percolator

eddie munson x gn!reader

warnings: 16+ smokin weed, mentions / talking about sex (no actual sex)

a/n: i attempted to unlock every bit of stoner knowledge i had from my high school days, but the weed fucked with my memory so don’t mind the weird writing. i am not dumb my brain is just the fried egg from the DARE commercial!!!! also my parents (born:1972) claim that everyone called weed pot back then so im rolling with that. u call it dated i call it historical accuracy.

you knocked on your boyfriend’s front door, giddily bouncing from foot to foot. the plastic bag held in your opposite hand brushed against your thigh as you were waiting for him to answer the door.

seconds later, you were met with the face of your mulleted boyfriend. cheeks flushed and eyes a shade redder than the usual look of acute sleep deprivation. he was probably high.

“eddie!” you exclaimed, waltzing into his uncle’s trailer before he could greet you. “i got a surprise for you, but you’ve seemed to beat me to the punch.”

his brow quirked as he leaned in to give you a peck on your cheek. “surprise for me?” he repeated.

“yep.” you affirmed. “but you’re already high so…”

“you got pot?” he asked. “why? from who? you could’ve called me, baby, i have some saved for you.”

“i didn’t get pot, eds.” you said, pulling out the contraption from the plastic bag. “i got a bong!”

he took the glass structure from you and started examining it “oh shit.” he said, dragging his fingers along the neck. “it’s nice. how much was it?”

“nothin’ i couldn’t afford.” you said, grinning as he eyed the tacky paint job around the chamber. “pretty, right?”

he laughed. “it’s beautiful. thank you, babe.” he kissed your cheek again.

in reality, it was not ‘nice’ nor ‘beautiful’ like you both pretended it was. it was a cheap $20 bong from a shady gas station a couple miles out of town, one that didn’t card as long as you diminished your pride and flirted with the 35-year-old cashier for a few minutes.

nonetheless, he planted another chaste kiss on your lips and walked down the hallway to his bedroom, you following close behind.

“wanna try this baby out?” he asked, grabbing a small tin from his nightstand. you gave him an enthusiastic nod before he started packing the bowl and grabbing his lighter.

while he was preparing the bong, you went over and started sorting through his large stack of cassette tapes, eventually settling on an old album from the doors and putting it in the stereo. it was one of the few bands you could both compromise on at the beginning of your relationship, so it quickly became both of your guilty pleasures.

“you sure you wanna smoke again?” you asked, sitting down on his bed next to him.

“yeah, my high’s wearing off anyways.” he said. “i was trying out some new stuff rick got, but it was shit.” he ellaborated, moving his hands and clinking his rings on the glass. “made me feel like i was tripping. not in a good way, though.”

“you’re not giving me that shit, right?”

“no.” he said. “i’ll probably sell it to the basketball team and watch them freak out during their after parties.”

you let out a loud laugh. “you’re fucked up.”

he met your eyes and smirked while lighting up the bowl, taking a small hit before passing it back to you. 

-

sometime during next the hour you’d washed off your makeup and stripped yourself of your pants, leaving you in an old ISU t-shirt and your underwear, spread across your boyfriend’s bed. similarly, eddie was sporting a nothing but boxers and a KISS shirt that he had stolen from his old neighbor’s clothesline couple years back.

you were both also decently high. not high enough to garner you immobile, but high enough to lower your inhibitions significantly – but that just came out in shared fits of giggles.

“chrissy cunningham? like head-cheerleader-dating-captain-of-the-basketball-team chrissy cunningham?”

“yep.”

“i don’t believe you.” you said. “there is no way that that is possible.”

“‘m not lying.” he said through a laugh. “i was supposed to meet her after school but she bailed last minute.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, how convenient, ‘she bailed last minute.’” you mocked, earning you a pillow to the face.

“i swear on my fuckin’ life.” he said, putting his hand over his heart.

“that’s just not real.” you said. “she’s like, a go-to-church-every-sunday girl. like the virgin mary level of holy.” 

“well, she’s dating jason carver.” he said. “so she’s probably not a virgin.”

“ew.” you pretend to gag. “i don’t wanna think about jason fucking carver getting laid. That’s like the grossest most undeserved thing ever.”

“maybe that’s why she needs drugs,” he said, making you both laugh boisterously.

“honestly, yeah.” you agreed. “he’s probably the type to make her give him head and then refuse to kiss her until she downs a bottle of mouthwash.”

he laughed in agreement. “he definitely comes after, like, three strokes.”

another fit of laughter erupted from the both of you again….

you flipped over on your side to face him as you started to speak. “eds, can i ask you a question?”

“‘f course, baby.” he said, turning his body to meet your gaze. “what’s up?” he began playing with the strands of your hair that fell in your face.

“do you wish that we fucked more?”

“huh?” he asked.

“like,” you said, flipping back over on your back, trying to avoid making eye contact. “are you mad that i don’t want to have sex that much.”

“no.” he said. “i’d never get mad over shit like that. where’s this comin’ from?”

“i don't know.” you said, honestly. “i just feel bad sometimes because we only fuck when i’m in the mood, but like, when you’re in the mood and i’m not we don’t and i just feel like a shitty girlfriend-”

“you’re not shitty, babe, c’mon.” he said. “you don’t have to take care of me every time i get a hard-on.” his hands moved around to cup your cheeks. “you’re fuckin’ awesome, baby. i’d be celibate for a million years if it meant i got to have you.”

maybe it was because you were high, but you couldn’t help but tear up at his sentiment. he quickly wiped the tears away from your eyelids.

“but,” you said. “when we make out, and then we don’t do anything afterward, don’t you get ‘blue balls’ or whatever.”

“baby,” he said. “i could get blue balls just from lookin’ at you for long enough.” he smiled, making you giggle softly as you melted into his hands. “you don’t have to worry about me ever, okay? i can take care of myself just fine. i got a dozen pictures of you to keep me company if i ever need you to help.”

you started blushing and buried your face in your hands, remembering the small stack of polaroids he has of you post-coital. “don’t tell me you actually jack off to those.”

“of course i do.” he said. “i love thinking about you, in every way.”

“gross.” you said, playfully hitting his chest. “but i love thinking about you too.”

“oh, i know.” he said. “every single time you call me up at 2 am because you can’t sleep and you need me to-”

“shut up!” you interrupted, shoving your hands over his mouth to stop his crude mockings of your late-night, admittedly, desperate phone calls.

he responded to your assault by kissing your palms, eventually getting you to release your grip on his mouth. he continued littering your hands and arms with soft kisses until you lay back down and sink into his mattress. 

“i love it when you wanna share yourself with me.” he said. “but i also love it when you don’t, ‘cause i love you.”

“i love you.” you said, pulling him over you and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“wanna make out and watch mad max?” he asked, pulling away from you slightly.

“fuck yeah,” you said, grinning and you both jumped up and made your way into the living room.

#thank u sza for ctrl deluxe #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things 4 #wc:1.2k

[misstealady]

Tea leaves in glass bottle, collected on the shore of Dorchester Neck the morning of Dec. 17, 1773.Collection Massachusetts Historical Society

The Boston Tea Party turns 250

(T) "Tradesmen's Protest Against the Proceedings of the Merchants Relative to the New Importation of Tea," Nov. 3, 1773.Collection Massachusetts Historical Society

(M) Edes family Tea Party punch bowl, circa 1770.Collection Massachusetts Historical Society

(B) Phillis Wheatley, "Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral," 1773.Collection Massachusetts Historical Society

#history #boston tea party

[saints-who-never-existed]

Episode Five: Random Rewatch Observations

1. Little stumbles as he enters the room to speak to Fitzjames and it melts my heart every time.

2. Interesting to note, given what is spoken about between him and Crozier later in the mutineers camp, that Goodsir happens to be translating the Inuktitut word for ‘Feet’ when we first see him in this episode.

3. That ‘frozen toe clinking into a bowl’ sound effect really is something!

4. I really like that little detail of Dr MacDonald lifting down a chair from a special hook on the wall. It’s so cool to see all the ingenious little ways they would’ve had to save space on the ship historically.

5. I love Hartnell so much in Dead Room scene – willing to hoist a whole-ass heavy corpse on his shoulder and man-handle it along singlehandedly just because his pal was scared.

6. Also love the combination of Blanky’s double face-palm at Crozier’s unreasonableness and Little’s indignant head-shake and pleading look in Blanky’s direction. I’m sure they must have talked at length with one another before about Crozier’s bullshit – I would so love to have seen more of both their working relationship and their personal one.

7. It’s hilarious to me that Crozier’s first instinct when challenged about the whisky is to deny everything like a naughty schoolboy – “I did no such thing!”

8. Also hilarious that, on closer inspection, not only does he not appear to actually land his punch but he also goes flying into a door/wall right afterward.

9. I’d also love to see more of the relationship between Blanky and MacDonald – two good dudes just trying to get on with their jobs.

10. A great hero moment for Hickey battering off the caulk and being the first one up on deck! He’s another good dude getting on with his job at least in that moment and he’s so ready to help, no hesitation. Heart-breaking stuff!

11. A good hero moment for Hodgson too! I don’t really like the common characterisation of him as a garrulous cowardly dumbass – he’s a good lieutenant and is perfectly ready to charge back into the jaws of Tuunbaq-related death. That’s bravery!

12. God I love that moment of quiet tension when they’re all looking up, totally powerless and trapped as Hickey batters away at the door. It reminds me of a platoon of soldiers all crammed together in a landing craft on D-Day. Just waiting.

13. A possible goof! Little takes his hat off twice in the same scene – once when the toast is called then two seconds later when they’re all gathering in to hold Blanky down.

14. Also, I’ve never noticed before but Little appears to already be in the room with Crozier when the other three – MacDonald, Fitzjames, and Jopson – enter. I’d give anything to hear what could’ve been said between them, but it seems more likely they would’ve just been sitting in oppressively angry exhausted silence at that point. It’s so interesting and weird to me that he’s totally blocked from view for the majority of the scene too, completely inscrutable.

15. Also dramatic, interesting, and very weird for Crozier to order so specifically that the whisky be poured over the Tuunbaq’s blood on the ice. There’s surely a deeper meaning to that though I can’t parse at the moment what exactly it is.

#The Terror #The Terror AMC #S01E05 #First Shot's a Winner Lads #Observations #Edward Little #Harry Goodsir #Tom Hartnell #Alexander MacDonald #Thomas Blanky #Cornelius Hickey #George Hodgson #Francis Crozier

[florallychaotic]

Breaking News: The "Zombie by the Cranberries song is about The Troubles and not a Halloween song" guy and the "What, do you not find the events of The Troubles and the historical context that lead to it horrifying?" guy have been found making out over the punch bowl at the Halloween party

[old-archivist]

More Fun Thedosian Food and Drinks Facts

So, a few more fun facts to tide you all over while I finish my food posts. (Also some snide commentary of my food frustrations at the end.)

Part 1

The Inquisition soldiers stationed in the Western Approach, Griffon Wing Keep, eat quillback and occasionally varghest. Which, considering they’re predators and you want to cook that all the way through means a lot of stews, soups, roasted, and other means.

Orlesians drink almond tea.

They also have punch, which can be both alcoholic and non-alcoholic.

When needed Thedosians will sweeten yellow wine with honey and spices.

Thedosians, Nevarran and other nations alike, eat dragons. Which isn’t entirely surprising but I mean they salt it, dry the blood to use as seasonings, all of it. Which, honestly, I appreciate them using the entirety of the animal.

Thedas has caviar, which implies sturgeon - unless Thedas has it’s own caviar making fish, but until noted otherwise you can assume sturgeon as most Thedosian food follows real world sources.

Thedas has both the dessert and savory forms of pudding. Which threw me for a minute when I came across Varric’s dialogue suggesting they put gravy on pudding.

Qunari have their own type of ale.

Avvar have their own type of mead and it is supposedly better than lowlander mead. Though, Amund might be a bit biased.

Both Avvar and Fereldans eat harts.

With the existence of Cacio e pepe, there is the implication that spaghetti and pevorino romano cheese exists in Antiva/Thedas. In Tevinter Nights it is implied that the Imperium makes it wrong meaning they uses butter, oil, or another ingredient aside from the cheese, pepper, and spaghetti.

Thedas has ale, beer, lager, and drafts, but since those things historically haven’t always been made from hops, it’s hard to say if hops exist. Hops in Thedas are theoretical, like waffles and lettuce.

Waffles aren’t mentioned as a food. Hawke’s nicknames are actions so... likely not a food. But open to headcanon, cause I ain’t here to rain on your parade.

There is not a single mention of salad or lettuce in Thedas but there are objects labeled “salad bowls” and I have intense feelings about this. Especially since the foods referenced range up to the 1900s. Let there be lettuce Bioware. Please.

The Bioware devs seem to like just saying “root vegetables”, “cakes”, “teas”, “fruits“, ect. instead of specifying which leaves a large gap and hurts my heart. Cause honestly I would love to know more veggies they used or even to see more foods unique to Thedas.

#food fridays #thedosian food fact #thedosian food friday #foods of thedas #food meta #Thedosian foods #my meta #a little treat since I am still adding things. #I've reached the point where I've stopped finding things when I'm not looking for food #I appreciate the patience for the main posts I swear I'm almost done. #cw: mention of blood #Tumblr is telling me I spelled so many things wrong and I know I didn't tumblr. You just don't know dragon age words

[enviousinfluences]

Last night my boyfriend took me to a historically preserved 60s cocktail lounge and we shared a bowl of punch, got drunk, and I told him I thought he was a Mormon in a past life and I was one of his wives, to which he was skeptical of at first, then later fervently agreed

#kind of great #personal

[bubbles-the-banshee]

Happy STS!

"Your characters are invited to a Halloween party; costumes required. Tell me what they're dressing up as and how the night goes. 🙃"

Thank you for another awesome ask, @toribookworm22! I went ahead and answered for the Fantastic Hervaskian Four + Dante, Rowen, Ty, and Will.

The ultimate, power couple—Aisha and Lea—are 100% going as Howl and Sophie from Howl's Moving Castle. Lea is end-of-the-movie, silver bob Sophie, and Aisha does blonde, box braids for beginning-of-the-movie Howl. They spend the entire night being super couple-y and adorable, and Aisha is in-character the entire time—lots of hand-kissing and melodramatics. (Aisha borrowed the coat from Eliott; they own it, not for costume purposes, but because it's a look.)

As I mentioned in another ask, Eliott doesn't have great feelings about the Fall/Winter season, so Octavius convinces them to to go to the party and picks out their costumes. They go as Fiore and Artemis from Sailor Moon R: The Movie. (Octavius wanted Eliott to go as Sailor Moon, but let's be real, those aren't their vibes.) Octavius does a costume change halfway through the party into Luna for funsies.

Eliott doesn't suggest a couple's costume to Dante, because while he is 100% that bitch, he is subtle about it, and Eliott's just a little too insecure to ask. So, the minute he knows who they're going as (Lea tells him), Dante plans out his costume and makes an elaborate, in-character entrance as Tuxedo Mask after Eliott arrives. They are starry-eyed. Dante is secretly sweating, and they absolutely leave the party early—saying nothing.

Acon is not the type to participate in anything that might be viewed as "childish," but he also doesn't want to be left out. After finding out everyone else is dressing up, he asks Eliott for ideas, and they tell him to "go as something fun, obscure, and nostalgic," so he shows up as the Rankin/Bass, claymation Jack Frost to the awe of many. It's a night of compliments and embarrassed blushing, and Aisha gets him drunk enough to sing "One of a Kind."

Now, I know what you're thinking. Rowen's a vampire; she has long, black hair and impeccable fashion sense. Obviously, she goes as Morticia Addams. Well, you're right, but you're wrong. She's been alive for longer than the country of Hervaskor, and she has the taste and grace to match, but she's also a huge dork. She jumps on the chance to go as James Daly's Dracula. In fact, she commits so hard that she dyes and cuts her hair. (She spikes the punch bowl and spends the entire night fucking with Eliott while Ty laughs.)

Ty goes as a sheet ghost. Full stop. It has nothing to do with laziness and everything to do with the need to half-ass in a group of overachievers. They're proving a point, and they absolutely win best costume.

I struggled with Will's costume because he's so cool, far cooler than I or anyone else can hope to be; I imagined he'd go as an awesome, historical figure that nobody's every heard of, but then I realized I was a fool. The answer, like a brilliant flash of light, came to me on the edge of sleep. He goes as fucking Static Shock and absolutely kills it. (If it weren't for Ty, he'd win best costume. It starts a rivalry that spans generations.)

#tori! <3 #sts #storyteller saturday #sts asks #goddess dead #novel in progress #wip #writeblr #writers of tumblr #halloween costumes #the Fantastic Hervaskian Four #Dante #Rowen #Ty #Will

[tomboyjessie13]

Stardust Crusaders - Before the Crusades: Part 5

Dio's Mansion August 1988 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Botanical garden - Nighttime~

Medea: *Using her free time to read some stolen SPW Foundation documents regarding the Pillar Men and their activities during WW2 by lantern, all the while enjoying a Shawarma​​​​​​​ sandwich* .....High intelligence.....near immortality.....enhanced senses.....gorgeous physique.....Damn SPW bastards, how could they be hiding these guys' existence from the world? This is a historical achievement! *Bites her sandwich* I mean yeah, they were a threat and all, but still!... Hm? *Sees a black and white photo of a Stone Mask, it's attached to a document* ...Is that an Aztec Cult Mask? *Swallows* This was made by the Pillar Men? *She continues reading the document until she sees a passage that caught her eye: * 

"...Humans affected by the mask can jump five to eight meters, punch with a 2000 to 4000 kg force, and triple their leg strength. However, the body is unable to adapt to this power, rendering it "dead" in a sense, and weak to direct sunlight or Hamon. In addition, the wearer also develops an uncontrollable bloodlust capable of overriding even familial bonds. This set of effects designates the wearer as a vampire. - Robert E.O. Speedwagon" 

Medea: So that's what the mask is really used for, huh? I have to admit their technological prowess is impressive. *Takes a bite out of her sandwich again, but then something hits her, and she coughs* Hah...hah! *Reads again* High jumps, incredible strength, weak against Hamon, bloodlust!?... All of this...it almost sounds like L-... 

Pet Shop: *Falcon screeches outside*

Medea: *Looks outside and sees the falcon flying to the gates of the mansion* Pet Shop's back, that would mean... *Sees the gates opening, walking through it was DIO. * Ahh, yep, there he is...Oh? *She sees that DIO is holding someone in his arms bridal style, they appear unconscious* Another guest...? *She quickly shoves the sandwich in her mouth and hides the documents under a coffee table before leaving the garden* 

~First floor~

Medea: *She arrives just in time to catch DIO leaving the guest room, she bows to him* Welcome home, my Lord... I saw you bringing in someone from the botanical garden, did something happen?

DIO: Ahh good timing, I was just about to call in someone, I brought in a new guest that needs to be serviced.

Medea: Is he dinner or a lover?

DIO: *Amused* Fu fu fu, no my dear, he's none of those, I brought in a new tarot Stand user for our little army.

Medea: New tarot... Oh you finally got Avdol to join us?

DIO: Unfortunately, no, he never came back to Cairo after our little "meeting" at the souk. This one's a Japanese tourist represented by the card of "the Hierophant". He and his Stand really put up quite a fight when we met but he was no match for me and [The World] ... He's alive, but a little battered so his wounds need to be tended to.

Medea: *Bows to him again* Understood, my Lord, I'll get the first aid kit right away... *About to leave when he grabs her shoulder, she freezes*

DIO: *Serious, he whispers into her ear: * Whatever you do with him, do NOT mess with the bud on his forehead...

Medea: *Confused* Why?

DIO: *Walks past her, brushing his fingers on her chin gently, causing her to tense up* ....Trust me, my dear, it's just not worth it. *Walks away into the darkness*

Medea: *Confused and blushing* ........ *Shakes her head before leaving, only to stop for a second however* ...... Did he actually used the Pillar Men's Stone Mask?... *Leaves to get the first aid kit*

~Guest room - A few minutes later~

Medea: *Enters room with the kit and a ceramic bowl of cold water, she sees a young red haired Japanese man lying unconscious on the bed, covered in blood, cuts, and bruises, she whispers to herself* ...That must be him. *Goes to the bed's nightstand and turned on her lantern so she can see better, afterwards she inspects his personal effects* ..........High School uniform? No way, this dude's like a literal kid... then again, this isn't the first time we have underaged Stand users here. *Takes out a washcloth​​​​​​​* I feel kind of bad though, dragging children into a war against the Joestars, *Dips it in water* I wonder if his parents know about this... where are his parents anyway? *Starts cleaning the cuts on his face*

???: *Twitches from the pain* Tch........ Zzzzzzzz....

Medea: Sorry... *Continues to clean and patch up his face for a bit before lifting his bangs, she sees the bud* Huh, this must be the bud Lord DIO told me about, is it some kind of skin condition?... *She carefully cleans the blood around the area*.......*Touches it by accident* OH SHIT!

???: *Wakes up from the pain with a gasp, then screams while holding his head* AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! 

Medea: *Starts screaming to* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

???: *Green and white tentacles started swinging out of his body while screaming*

Medea: *Pushes him down with her body* I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! *Gets slapped in the face by a tentacle* GAH! I'M SORRYYYYY!

???: *Panting, he starts calming down, and the green tentacles disappeared* Hah...hah...hah...hah...

Medea: *Gets off of him* It's going to be ok.

???: Hah...hah...hah...hah...*Deep breath*....... 

Medea: *Pats the top of his head* ​​​​​​​There, feel better?

???: *Sits up* I... I don't know... I don't know what happened, I was with my family and-

Medea: *To herself* Christ man, Lord DIO must've kicked his ass good.

???: DIO... I remember... DIO... I nearly vomited at the sight of him, said he wanted to be friends and... I can't remember the rest...

Medea: *Pats back* It's ok, it's over now. Let's finish patching you up. *She grabs the washcloth* I'm going to need you to remove your uniform jacket for just a minute, please.

???: Oh, sorry. *Removes it, exposing his tattered white dress shirt*

Medea: *Starts cleaning his arm* So what's your name? And what brings you to Egypt.

Kakyoin: Ngh! I'm Noriaki Kakyoin, I came from Japan tch! With my family for the holidays...that's when I met DIO ack!...And you?

Medea: *Puts gauze on his wound* I'm Medea King, I came from Ireland to serve him as a household servant.

Kakyoin: *Raises eyebrow* Really? You don't sound Irish.

Medea: It's a long story........

- Medea meets Noriaki Kakyoin for the first time, as well as learning about the Stone Mask's true origins and usage.

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Part 1: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/709047105948434432/stardust-crusaders-before-the-crusades-part-1

Part 2: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/709135953544003584/stardust-crusaders-before-the-crusades-part-2

Part 3: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/709359827581812736/stardust-crusaders-before-the-crusades-part-3

Part 4: https://tomboyjessie13.tumblr.com/post/709377288009089024/stardust-crusaders-before-the-crusades-part-4

#jojo's bizarre adventure #dio brando #pet shop #pet shop jojo #noriaki kakyoin #oc #jojo oc #pillar men #but only small mentions of them #incorrect quotes #this is also an excuse to show off medea being a history buff #and a sandwich lover