#winsome’s wailings

[memesandmylife]

hey jsyk while hellofresh is dummy expensive and i wouldn’t recommend it if you already know how to cook (if you’re a beginner like i was when i had it for 3 months, then it’s worth it), you should know that ALL OF THEIR RECIPES are free on their website and they all fuck hard

i will say that all the cooking instructions for veggies are pretty much the same (season with salt + pepper and roast on the top oven rack at 425F), but if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.

that being said, it also introduced me to methods i wasn’t at all expecting. i would have never thought to use cream cheese in my meat sauce, and now all my friends are constantly asking me to make my special rigatoni.

happy cheffin! :)

#winsome’s wailings #cooking #recipes #easy recipes #hellofresh

[fantasyandmylife]

forgot that you can’t add a video to reblogs, but here’s the final cut of my Gandalf Big Naturals cosplay

#wizardposting #gandalf big naturals #gandalf the white #nycc #gandalf big naturals cosplay #tolkein #lotr #shadow wizard money gang #gandalf #winsome’s wailings #tiktok #new york comic con #cosplay

[johnadamsbignaturals]

#well. yeah. #me and half my mutuals are getting our asses served on a silver platter with the og tweet #history fandom #historical figures #rome #ancient greece #alexander the great #winsome’s wailings

[dcandmylife]

this page of starfire modelling for donna (from The New Teen Titans (1984) #39) is so cute!! i wish they would show donna as a photographer more often

#donna troy #starfire #koriand’r #wondergirl #wonder girl #new teen titans #dc comics #winsome’s wailings

[thehistoriclolita]

sorry but a lolita coord based off a medieval beekeeper outfit would be SO CUTE

#i want to draw this when i get the chance #just trust me on this one guys #lolita fashion #egl #egl fashion #lolita coord #egl coord #alt fashion #coord inspo #winsome’s wailings

[familyrecipesweets]

5-ingredient lemon Eton mess

5 Ingredients:

900ml thickened cream.

400g (1 1/4 cups) bought lemon curd.

20 vanilla marshmallows, halved.

5 (70g each) bought meringue nests.

210g pkt shortbread fingers.

Select all ingredients.

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3 Method Steps:

Step 1

Use electric beaters to beat the cream in a bowl until soft peaks form. Fold in 160g (1/2 cup) curd and three-quarters of the marshmallows. Crumble 4 meringues and half the biscuits over the cream mixture. Stir gently to combine.

Step 2

Spoon one-third of the cream mixture into a 2L (8 cup) serving bowl. Drizzle over half of the remaining curd. Crumble over 2 of the remaining biscuits. Add half of the remaining cream then top with the remaining curd and 2 more crumbled biscuits.

Step 3

Top with the remaining cream mixture. Crumble over the remaining meringue and biscuits. Scatter over the remaining marshmallows to serve.

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#food #cake #recipe #food porn #cooking #christmas #merry christmas #winsome’s wailings #recipes #easy recipes #hellofresh

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on November 10th, 1978 - Queen Story!

"Jazz" album released in the UK

👉 The seventh studio album

➡️ 12/12/1978 - Circus Magazine

🔸In praise of ‘JAZZ’

The boys conjure up a bizarre junket by Mark Mehler

On Bourbon Street, in the heart of New Orleans’ fabled French Quarter, the sign reads, “Bob Harrington-Chaplain of Bourbon Street.” Upstairs, the freelance minister administers to the wicked minions below, while across the street, the Hotsy Totsy lounge features naked women parading across an oak bar from dawn to dusk, and next door, the “X-rated Shop” specializes in scatological posters and joy sticks.

This is Freddie Mercury’s favourite American city, where the Mississippi ends its majestic flow and zealots with big dreams fight a losing battle against hustlers, procurers, and all purveyors of sleaze. It is Freddie Mercury’s favourite city because the lead singer and bucktoothed front man of Queen is, above all, an actor. And in New Orleans, anyone can be anyone they want to be. Tonight, October 31, 1978-Halloween-Freddie Mercury and Queen have flown in 80 reporters from the U.S., Europe, Latin America and Japan, to see a show and be a part of a show at the same time. The third concert on Queen’s 28-city U.S. tour is in the ornate Civic Auditorium. Above the stage are listed the names of the mighty: Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Cellini, Durer, Gounod. Out of the soft blue and green lights and smoke, Freddie Mercury struts like a rooster, striking ballet poses, under an astral guitar blare that neatly skirts the sharp edges of rock & roll. The melodies are undistinguished, but the constant tempo changes of “Bohemian Rhapsody” and “We Will Rock You”, keep an audience awake for nearly two hours of uninterrupted music. The lighting show is one of rock’s most ambitious. Eerie purple lights shine out over the heads of the audience, making their hair seem cloudlike and inanimate. At the midpoint of the show, a smaller stage is lowered from the ceiling and 400 lamps meld into the sheer white plane of curtain light. Freddie is a whirling dervish, dominating every corner of the stage.

“Some people call this song ‘Spread Your Legs’, he tells the audience, introducing ‘Spread Your Wings’. “And I like it that way”.

Starting out in black sequins, he comes out for the first encore bedecked in orange hot pants, dancing around like Peter Pan. For the second encore he’s wearing a revealing, white body stocking. As he wails ‘We Are The Champions’, his voice warbles with mock emotion, and he grasps the microphone for support. At the apex of the triumphant denouement, the top executives of Elektra Records, who have sat smiling throughout the show, arise as one and walk out. Moments later, the show closes with a taping of ‘God Save The Queen’. Body and soul spent, Freddie ambles off stage, drained and spark-less. But Halloween night in New Orleans has just begun.

Back in the ballroom of the Fairmont Hotel, over 400 people have gathered to await Queen and much on a sumptuous table of hors d’oeuvres, such as Oysters Rockfeller and Shrimp Creole. A Dixieland band plays uninspired jazz jingles, until, shortly before midnight, the Olympia Brass band comes marching through the hall accompanied by Queen-the mercurial Mercury, the winsome Brian May, the puckish John Deacon, the velvety Roger Taylor. Suddenly, like a giant circus orchestrated by a deranged ringmaster, a legion of strippers, vulgar fat-bottomed dancers, snake charmers, drag queens, and bizarrely festooned revellers, begin to strut their stuff before the assembled masses. Freddie Mercury is besieged by hungry autograph seekers, groupies and fame-worshippers. People begin shielding their clothes, as an ever-imaginative photographer snaps Freddie signing the bare backside of a willowy transvestite. Freddie begins sucking on his giant overbite nervously, and by 2 a.m., he is mercifully gone. Brian May, who seems to be the true organizer of the night’s carnival, is cornered by persistent Japanese newshounds. “It’s wonderful,” he keeps saying. “It’s so nice to be back.” As the evening wears on, epicene men and butch women act out charades of power that would have embarrassed Hemingway. Three obese black women in g-strings do a pathetic bump and grind, and another female participant amuses a small gaggle of onlookers by putting a cigarette in an unlikely place. People leave to check out the scene on Bourbon Street and drift back to the party like cigar smoke. At 4 a.m., a Queen security guard, haggard and irritable, inquires when it will all be over. “Queen wants the naked disco dancers going to dawn,” informs his partner. And it does. The following day, Queen reappears at a press conference at Brennan’s, one of the French Quarter’s most elegant restaurants. Again, it is Roger Taylor and Brian May who dominate the conversation, as Freddie Mercury seems vaguely preoccupied. The subject of all this is ‘Jazz’, Queen’s new album, which contains no jazz. “People think we take ourselves a lot more seriously than we actually do,” says Roger Taylor. ‘Jazz’, Queen’s reunion with former producer Roy Thomas Baker, offers ‘Mustapha’, an up-tempo Hebrew rocker; ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’, a song that owes a lot to Pure Prairie League’s ‘Amie’; and more indulgent rhapsodies like ‘Jealousy’ and ‘Bicycle Race’, with its topical references to Star Wars, Jaws, and Superman. The ad campaign, like everything about the Band, goes to the limit of good taste: 11 bare-chested, major-league-yabboed women racing bicycles.

“It’s cheeky”, admits Freddie, “naughty, but not lewd. Certain stores, you know, won’t run our poster. I guess some people don’t like to look at nude ladies.”

Freddie, 32, was born in Zanzibar and educated in India, and was a childhood table tennis and hockey prodigy. He studied art and became a graphic designer and illustrator, having given up piano lessons in the fourth grade. But he continued singing, fronting his first band at 14 and forming Queen with Roger and Brian in 1970. After the routine easy grilling, Mercury is cornered outside. “You seem to be removed from the character up on stage. Is that really you?”

“No,” says Freddie, “of course it’s an act.”

He denies pandering to gays; or for that matter, to anyone. He hints at a quiet, restless man who needs to step outside of himself for ego-stimulation.

“I have fun wearing all those costumes,” he says. “I can really cut loose up there”.

Freddie is then swiftly ushered out, and again, Brian May is left behind to field the endless questions of the Japanese. The two-day junket, painstakingly directed by and for Queen, ends with a few straggling journalists eating Bananas Foster and being more cynical than usual. Outside, on Bourbon Street, a folk singer entertains an empty house of red velour seats, affirming that a falling tree makes a sound whether it’s heard or not. Which conjures up something Brian May had said about Queen constantly seeking “direct communication with our audience.” For all the words that describe Queen’s trip to New Orleans, direct is surely not one.

#freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #1978 interview #1978 #jazz tour #jazz album #circus magazine

[penaltybox14]

E! ficlet: Roy and war

Just a thing.

...

Roy thinks: some days seems an awful lot like the world's been at war forever.   His grandfather joined up; so did his great-uncle.  They came back to their sister dead from the Spanish Flu.  Their mother weeping.  He's seen pictures of her.  Her face far-away, her surviving children winsome-looking from the decades.

His father went, with his mechanic's hands, to keep the war from his boys at home.  He fixed jeeps, tents, machine guns, typewriters.  His older brother, born in '39, looked up to their father like a monument in a sunset park.  When he was too little to understand, his brother - like their great-grandmother and her windswept expression - told him, dad's like this because of you.  He didn't know the father his brother knew; just that he'd been born at the other end of the war, and something about that never set right between them.

His brother was drafted.  His brother reported to the office, reported to the base, got sent halfway round the world and sent back a photo of himself, hair cropped, face long and dry as a cigarette in a cowboy's fingers.  His brother settled east, somewhere.  Roy hasn't seen him in a long time.  He hopes he's doing good, out east.  Hopes maybe his hair's gotten longer and his face softer.  Roy's not sure there's any boys left in their family, not bright-eyed bandits with their red hair that his grandmother said came from the men, red hair and bright eyes and fat rabbit cheeks.  He was sure that such boys existed, in secondhand jeans, holding their mother's hand, beside their father in the new car that the army pension paid for.  He was just not sure -

He had his father's hands for fixing.  He went to Vietnam.  He fixed the jeeps and the typewriters and one night there was a young man, whose army-issue shaving kit had never been put together, and in the deep, muggy jungle twilight something twisted inside of him and he wailed, like the old sirens back home, like the rabbits his cousin pulled from their yard-dog's teeth.  Roy ached to reach inside him, find the worn-tooth gears, oil the chains, put him right and running again.  But there was nothing to do and they took him away one night because if he kept up his wailing Charlie might come up on them and then none of 'em would ever go home. 

The war's still going on, and on, and on.  Roy's come home and become a fireman and he tries not to look at the men who live in refrigerator boxes and pup tents in the park, because the police sweep them up and they're not there in the morning, anyhow.  The department has this idea, and they tap his shoulder none too politely, him and eleven others, and say he's volunteered for this new program.  They call it paramedics.  It's like the army, they say.  The country's come down with an epidemic of folks getting killed in cars, out on the freeway, isn't that funny, Eisenhower's doing is doing 'em all in?  It's not funny, but the world's been at war so long it's gone faded, like kodakchrome in the sun. 

He told them he didn't want to.  They said: we didn't ask. 

There are no boys in his family.  The men had red hair, and hands for fixing.  The eyes of his baby son are bright, and he smiles around his little fist, delighting in the discovery of his own toes.  Joanne keeps a garden, and their baby giggles in his bouncer while she coaxes the sweetest tomatoes in town from the vine.  There may be no boys left in the world, their shaving kits still cellophaned. 

The dozen of them sit like fledgeling birds yearning for the strength of their untested wings, caught in legislation and the sidelong looks of the doctors, at the mercy of some bureaucrat who fixes elections and has never smelled blood in the backseat of a burning Buick. 

The world is still spinning and it's still at war.  And he never wants to hold a gun again, just put his hands to fixing.

#emergency! #e!fic #emergency!fic #roy desoto

[dizzkook]

EPOCH

dizz

Gradually it twitched and ceased

Loving you was like plucking a flower

Leaving you was like running after a butterfly

Preadolescence shove off fearing them unknowing I would fall for them in my teens

It started with one

Continued with another

And ended with YOU

Cold days of winter touched me like a wraith

Pretty yet sad with a mixture of lad

pleasant with a ting of sadness

The bittersweet JANUARY

The next month was distorted with one

The menace and his advent

They said "menace in a love month"

Irony in one

The caustic FEBRUARY

Little quarrels to big fights ? Not too untimely

A happy ignorance and sad patience

Waiting for peace to touch my mind

The despondent MARCH

The awful month bring blossoms and chill

A bit hope and a bit heartsick

Ponder why this surfaced

The disheartened APRIL

The first day brought life

A wave of fuzzy and questionable thoughts

Wasn't it too early dear to hope me this hard ?

The hypnotic MAY

The hotness of month coincided identically with your temper

Little quarrels to big fights

Pinpointed the feelings and dug a grave to reach the hell

The october heated JUNE

The fair rain that smelled like petriochor

Filled my dehydrated soul with fresh moles

It was you and me paying no heed

The winsome JULY

The trees shed leaves with a tint of autumn

The cozy ether and prominent signs

Oh please it had to be my favorite

The thrilled AUGUST

The most memorable month with fulfilment of hearts

Just you and I in the mistful paths

I swear the euphoric feeling you'd made me feel

Would never go unnoticed

A perfect Wattpad lovestory with every inch of romance

Just you and I in the mistful paths

The ecstatic SEPTEMBER

You draped me with your love

Captivated my mind in your thoughts

Another month devoted to you with hopes to survive

Endless wails that rushed through like flood

Endless insecurities that rushed through my veins

The tender OCTOBER

Held you tight to accord you with love

Even I was a torned rag

Grappled you to stay tight

Even though it created a Cold War in our relation

The hostile NOVEMBER

The bitter cold that brought chills down my spine

The 'fair' rain that I once loved drowned me now

Washed away my fairness and mould me pale

An epilogue to the journey?

The Christmas night you made me cry

The New Year's Eve you made me drunk

Our love demised

The deathblow DECEMBER

Why a pretty bond if not meant to be together ?

Why a sad epilogue if a happy kick off ?

I was the poet and you were my unwritten love letter

~ dizz

#literary #literature #love poetry #poem #books #poetry #love poem #love #loveislove #lovers #months #heartbreak #heartbroken

[memesandmylife]

it really is insane to me how in the mid 2010s netflix had a reputation of making cool, inclusive series as well as saving tv shows after their networks cancelled them, and now here we are today with every halfway decent netflix original show getting cancelled after 1-2 seasons and a bajillion episodes of bigmouth

#netflix #shadow and bone #six of crows #inside job #the get down #(the get down was a long ass time ago but that cancellation ripped my fucking heart out and i never trusted netflix again) #winsome’s wailings

[fantasyandmylife]

my favorite thing about the dungeons and dragons movie was how autistic-coded the entire party was, save for edgin (who was adhd-coded)

#dungeons and dragons movie #dnd movie #d&d movie #edgin the bard #edgin darvis #xenk the paladin #xenk yendar #holga kilgore #simon aumar #doric the druid #doric #honor among thieves #dungeons and dragons honor among thieves #dndhat #winsome’s wailings

[johnadamsbignaturals]

jean valjean would have benefitted from listening to slipping through my fingers by abba methinks

#les miserables #les mis #jean valjean #abba #winsome’s wailings

[dcandmylife]

I NEED MIGUEL O’HARA IN A WAY THAT IS CONCERNING TO FEMINISM

#miguel ohara #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #smatsv #winsome’s wailings

[mousetrapreplica]

Ladle Rat Rotten Hut

by H. L. Chace

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[familyrecipesweets]

Chocolate Lava Cakes

Ingredients:

180g CADBURY Baking Dark Chocolate, chopped

250g butter, chopped

plain flour, for dusting

4 eggs

1/2 cup caster sugar

1/4 cup plain flour, sifted

Double cream, to serve

Cocoa powder, to serve

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4 Method Steps:

Step 1:

Place chocolate (180g CADBURY Baking Dark Chocolate, chopped) and butter in a microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on medium-high (75%) for 1 to 2 minutes, stirring with a metal spoon every 30 seconds, or until melted and combined. Cool completely

Step 2:

Grease eight 175ml-capacity ceramic ovenproof dishes. Sprinkle with flour. Using an electric mixer, beat eggs and sugar for 8 to 10 minutes or until thick and creamy. Fold in the chocolate mixture, then flour. Spoon mixture into prepared dishes. Freeze for 1 hour.

Step 3:

Preheat oven to 200°C/180°C fan-forced. Place dishes on a baking tray. Bake for 16 minutes or until just set (cakes will wobble when touched).

Step 4:

Stand dishes for 1 minute. Turn onto plates. Top with cream. Dust with cocoa powder. Serve.

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[thehistoriclolita]

albert and i

#i’m one pair of wristcuffs away from having actual completed coords #lolita #eglfashion #eglcommunity #lolita fashion #winsome’s wailings #my face #selfie #my coords #the banner is from @xsleepylilprincessx