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mididressobsessed · 3 months
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andallshallbewell · 5 months
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prince-liest · 19 days
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Tipsy and cannot reply to asks or comments until tmrw but jsyk all y'all people sending lovely comments:
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tweedstoat · 1 month
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Cersei at Joffreys 2 betrothal announcements
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yellowheartz · 14 days
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kubosai wedding au with one-sided satousai but it's that one Julia Roberts movie called "My Best Friend's Wedding"
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seekingthestars · 1 month
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going on what will probably be an extended adventure tomorrow to try to find a dress to wear to a friend's wedding, pray for me 🫠
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ai-satin-chic · 2 months
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She could drink you under the table and you knew it.
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daswarschonkaputt · 2 years
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on the rocks sneak peak ii: wip weds edition
on the rocks | kinn/porsche/tay | wip, snippet ~950 words
Tay’s trying to drow his sorrows when he meets an attractive apparently-straight bartender who fills him with want -- and then things get complicated.
Chay enters the kitchen a few minutes after Porsche has started cooking, eyes wide and curious as he watches Tay. Tay smiles at him.
Chay doesn’t smile back. He keeps watching Tay, quietly taking the seat furthest from him. It places him between Tay and his brother, his back to Porsche.
Porsche glances over his shoulder from where he’s stirring a pot on the stove. “Did you get your assignment printed?” he asks.
Chay’s eyes flick off Tay momentarily. “It’s in my bag.”
“Are you okay to walk to school today? I have to drop Tay at Yok’s.”
“P’Tay?”
“My guest.”
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I can walk.”
“Text me when you get there safely.”
“Okay.”
“I’m not trying to be a nag, Chay, it’s just with Uncle Thee out—”
“I said okay, hia.”
This is—this is the worst thing to happen to Tay in a long time. It’s—domestic, and sweet, and comfortable, and doing absolutely nothing to help Tay move past his building attraction to Porsche.
Because, what—Porsche worked a shift at a bar until closing time, wrestled a drunk man onto his couch, caught a few hours sleep, and then hauled his body out of bed to help his little brother print his homework and make him breakfast before school?
Tay never thought the barefoot-in-the-kitchen thing would do it for him until this very moment, when he’s realising it’s doing everything for him.
Something is placed on the table in front of him, jolting Tay out of his thoughts. It’s a steaming bowl of congee, with two poached eggs and a heaping of scallions sprinkled over the top. It smells delicious.
Tay looks up at Porsche, who’s already dropping into the chair next to his brother, bowls of congee in front of them.
Tay dips his spoon in, and mechanically raises it to his mouth. It scalds his tongue, but he swallows it nonetheless.
“Good?”
Tay makes himself smile. “Good.”
He’s not doing this. He can’t. He is not getting his feelings bent out of shape by a straight boy. It doesn’t matter if he’s a good brother. It doesn’t matter if he cooks. Tay is not going to pine after the bartender he spilled his most humiliating secrets to. He is not doing this when he knows damn well he’s going to have to turn around and go right back to Time.
It’s—already far too messy, to be sat here with Porsche, eating breakfast. Porsche was meant to be a contained fantasy – a momentary wondering, geographically confined to a bar Tay was never going to go back to. Something he could attribute to his own drunken stupidity.
Tay doesn’t want to have to live with Porsche in his head, a potentiality lost, and spend the next decade of his life trying to make Time come out on top.
It makes the congee turn to sludge in his mouth. Tay lowers his spoon, and tries not to let his feelings show on his face.
“—to my parent-teacher evening?” Chay’s asking. Tay’s missed the beginning of the conversation.
Porsche frowns. “I thought we agreed Uncle Thee would go to that.”
“Teacher Ot isn’t going to be there, this time. His wife just had a baby.”
“I don’t want to cause trouble for you at school,” Porsche says. “Your teachers prefer to deal with Uncle. A lot of them still remember teaching me. They get weird about it.”
Chay looks down at his bowl, spoon hovering above it. “It’s—it’s okay if you can’t come,” he says. “Or if you don’t want to. It’s just—do we even know if Uncle Thee’s going to show up?”
“I’ll talk to him. He’s just—busy, with work, and things.”
“Sure.”
“Chay.”
Chay looks up from his bowl, and meets eyes with Tay. He looks away. “Sorry,” he says. “Let’s talk about this later.”
Porsche’s eyes flick over to Tay as well. “Okay,” he agrees easily. “Later.”
Conversation stalls.
Tay looks down at his congee and forces himself to concentrate on eating.
Eventually, Chay pushes his chair back. “I’m going to go brush my teeth.”
Tay watches him leave. “I’m sorry,” he says to Porsche, once Chay is gone. “I didn’t want to disrupt your morning.”
Porsche starts gathering up the crockery from breakfast. “It’s fine,” he says. “Chay’s just a bit shy. I don’t usually bring people home he doesn’t know.” He carries the saucepan, and their bowls to the sink. “He was meant to be sleeping over at a friend’s last night, but he came back early to work on an essay. No offence, but I probably wouldn’t have brought you home if I’d known he was here.”
“None taken.”
“Once he’s left, we can head off to Yok’s,” Porsche says. “You’re fine if we take my motorcycle, right?”
Tay very carefully does not think about Porsche on a motorcycle, and even more carefully does not consider himself behind him, curled around him. “Sure.”
Porsche pauses, hesitating. “Tay,” he says. “About last night—”
But the ending of that sentence is cut off by a loud buzzing sound.
Tay frowns. “Is that—”
“Doorbell,” Porsche says. He shifts around Tay’s frame to peer out the kitchen window. Whatever he sees on the driveway outside the house makes him frown. “Shit.”
Tay turns to look, but Porsche catches his wrist.
“Do me a favour?” Porsche asks, with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Could you go upstairs to Chay’s room, and tell him Uncle Thee’s friends have come by for a visit? He’ll know what to do.”
Something’s wrong. Tay goes to turn once more, but Porsche tugs him back.
“Please?” Porsche presses.
Tay takes one look at his face and then crumbles. He goes.
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lightasthesun · 7 months
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help!!! just made eye contact with someone who had the most electrifying blue eyes I've ever seen!! gonna be out of commission for the next two weeks while I daydream about the life we will never have together :)))
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merrybrides · 2 years
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Moody Blackberry Sangria
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If you’re looking for a spooky cocktail for Halloween, blackberry sangria is an excellent option.
It has a deep, rich purple hue that’s almost black, and the garnishes of blackberries and mint leaves make it look almost like a magical potion from the darkest moment of a fairytale.
It’s easy to make and will take you only a few minutes to whip up an entire pitcher.
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Blackberry Sangria Recipe
This easy blackberry sangria is faster and easier than the traditional recipe. Make an individual glass for yourself, or a pitcher for friends!
*  Recipes below for pitcher size and individual glass sizes
*  Pitcher size recipe serves about 7 or 8 glasses
*  Calories -  Approximately 220 per serving
Ingredients
Blackberry Sangria
40 blackberries (about 2 cups)
1/2 cup sugar
1 cup orange brandy (such as grand marnier or gala gala)
3 cups red wine
soda water or sprite
Garnish
Blackberries
Mint or lemon balm
Instructions
In a pitcher, muddle together blackberries and sugar.
Add orange brandy and red wine, then stir.
Let sit about 15 minutes to let the sugar dissolve.
Serve over ice, topped with a little soda water or sprite.
Garnish with fresh blackberries and mint.
For a single glass of blackberry sangria 
Follow the instructions above using these measurements:
 5 large blackberries
1 tablespoon sugar
1 oz orange brandy
3 oz red wine
 splash of soda water
NOTES: 
No need to break the bank on the wine, a red blend will do. Lean towards a medium bodied wine with plum, pomegranate or berry notes.
Make sure to let the sugar dissolve before serving the sangria. A gritty sangria is unpleasant. It should only take 10 to 15 minutes for the sugar granules to dissolve in the alcohol.
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ddarker-dreams · 7 months
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hi hello hi hi i have come to announce that, like... i think i might have found my favorite writer on tumblr so far?? after 3-4 years of using this platform? yeah. i love nexus, what the hell... all the details in some specific parts, like the moment where blade's arm recovers after the nectar guide incident?? the terms used there, hello?? as a biology major even i didn't remember that, and i'm literally so happy with all this little stuff (i also now know what decrescendo means). it may not seem like a lot to you, or well, maybe it does.. but it's just SO refreshing to actually learn a bunch of new terms, while reading fiction with your favorite character at the same time. thank you for this masterpiece lock, i hope you have a great day/night and i'm so sorry for this essay hahah
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immm gonna go feeral THANK YOU SO MUCH?????????????????????????
the part where blade's body regenerates is one of the earliest scenes i envisioned ,, i'm glad that you enjoyed the descriptions because man. i was staring at the arm anatomy diagram a lot. i can never remember the humerus' name. i always think it's hummus and then i feel like a fool .
all my choir classes are being put to good use 😌... i love music terminology, i actually have to stop myself from using it too much GDFJLS
trying to grasp blade's characterization gave me gray hairs but it was worth it. he's really weird because sometimes he'll talk a lot full of tangible emotion, then other times, he just goes :|. like sir make up your mind.
thank you again, reading this ask made me so happy <33333333333
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mididressobsessed · 7 months
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Source: ever-pretty.com
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maia-radfemdu · 8 months
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i had to do things that don't align with my beliefs (wear makeup), I apologize to the spirit of Andrea Dworkin
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wellthatswhatithought · 8 months
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:)
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guatemami · 2 years
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Im going to a wedding later and I still have to finish my homework, do hella errands, and still haven’t gotten my footwear to go w my dress. Since I’m internally stressing, I’m just sitting in bed thinking about it 😂😭😭😭
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sneezingfetishftw · 1 month
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Tonight a guy happened to sneeze (twice in a row!) while I was drunk and I realized I could totally just stare at him with a dopey grin bc that’s just how I look when drunk and nobody would question it lol
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