#savas drink

[serifgothic]

#Savas #savas drink #Japan #jleague #savas

[strangermarvelss]

that was the longest fic i've ever written and i'm pretty pleased with the pacing of it😌 might celebrate with some wine

#talking with sava #probably won't drink but i am proud of myself

[lunastrophe]

🕷️ Drow Lore

Hello! Here is the list of my posts about D&D drow lore, organized thematically - it will be regularly updated. Feel free to take a look if you are interested in a particular character or topic, or if you are looking for inspirations for your fanfiction or artwork 🙂 I also have Ask Box open.

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🕸️ BG3 Drow Lore:

🕷️ Character: Minthara

• Minthara's Social Station in Drow Society

• Minthara About Slayer

• Minthara's alurlssrin

• Minthara's ust-nor

• Minthara's Tattoo

🕷️ Character: Nere

• Nere's Social Station in Drow Society

🕷️ Character: Araj

• Araj's Past and Ambitions

• Araj and Her Army

🕷️ Character: Dhourn

• Dhourn's Social Station and Past

🕷️ Character: Kar'niss

• Kar'niss' Past: Szarkai Theory

• Kar'niss' Past: Eilistraean Theory

• How to Feed Your Drider

🕷️ Cult of Lolth:

• Prayer to Lolth

• Sacrifices and Adjuration to Lolth

• Order of Soul Spiders

🕷️ Cult of Eilistraee:

• Prayer to Eilistraee

🕷️ Other:

• Eliette / Phase Spider Matriarch

🕸️ Drow Culture:

🕷️ Language:

• Glossary from Drow of the Underdark (2e)

• Official and Unofficial D&D Drow Scripts

• Drow Names (sources)

• Common Drow Phrases / Sayings (and their translations)

• More Drow Phrases and their translations

• Drow Phrases from Icewind Dale 2 drow sound sets (and their translations)

• Prayer to Lolth (translation)

• Prayer to Eilistraee (translation)

🕷️ Sign language and gestures:

• Sign of Dead Spider (quote)

🕷️ Drow social relationships:

• Gender Roles

• Transgender Drow + Typical Professions For Noble Females

• Drow Bards, Sorcerers and Warlocks new

• Hierarchy of Noble House

• Drow Terms of Address: Companions, Superiors, Subordinates

• Drow Terms of Address: Lovers

• Matron's Love: Zhindia and Sornafein

• Love in Menzoberranzan (quote)

• Favors and Debts

🕷️ Drow spirituality:

• Lolthite and Eilistraean Clergy and Dogmas new

• Followers of Other Gods in Lolth-sworn Drow Cities new

🕷️ Drow cultural values and worldview:

• Eilistraean vs. Lolth-sworn Drow Worldview

🕷️ Drow and surfacers / other races:

• Drow And Sunlight new

• Drow as "Beautiful" People

• You worship what? (quote)

• Half-drow in Drow Communities

🕷️ Drow free time:

• About Menzoberranzan Festivals and nedeirra

• Drow Games: Sava And Charhylniss

🕷️ Drow fashion:

• Drow Fashion and Hairstyles - various information new

🕷️ Food and drink:

• Poisoned or Not?

🕸️ Driders:

🕷️ Driders in drow culture:

• Driders of the House Melarn

• Sorn and Nadal, Drider Brothers: Part 1 , Part 2

🕷️ Habitat:

• Cavern of Driders (quote)

🕷️ Feeding habits:

• How to Feed Your Drider

🕸️ Drow Lore in D&D History:

• Drow First Mentioned (D&D 1e) new

[talshiargirlfriend]

Remember when I said I’d been thinking about how (some) other Vulcans (mis)treat T’Pol? This…

— post Terra Prime ficlet

“Perhaps the kin-kur-savas would be more to your liking,” the Vulcan steward suggests.

T’Pol’s lips tighten fractionally before she quietly responds, “Thank you for the recommendation, but I am content with my choices.”

The man turns slightly to include Trip in his blandly disapproving stare.

There’s some Vulcan social subtext Trip can’t parse, so he just stands sternly at T’Pol’s side. She has hardly eaten a thing since Elizabeth died, and if this jackass puts her off her meager breakfast Trip’s gonna put him out an airlock. Mentally, of course, while outwardly observing appropriate decorum on the Vulcan transport delivering the grieving parents to Vulcan for an acknowledgment and internment rite with T’Pol’s clan.

Enterprise had been ordered to remain in-system around Sol tying up Terra Prime loose ends and doing coalition schmoozing. Blessedly Trip and T’Pol have been spared any more Earth media scrutiny for now.

Shran had actually offered to give the pair a lift to Vulcan on his way back to Andoria to continue rallying support for the fledgling Coalition of Planets, but T’Pol was insistent they travel via Vulcan ship. At Trip’s questioning she’d reluctantly admitted that her ties to Vulcan society were somewhat tenuous, and there were many who would view her arrival on an Andorian vessel as evidence she no longer belongs to her home planet at all.

Trip quietly wonders if it was worth the trouble given their reception aboard the T’Mara. For every “I grieve with thee” there’s been a haughty look or three. He’s doing his best to be a perfect guest and support T’Pol. Most of the time he wants to scream, cry, hit someone, or all three.

The steward has thankfully left to go be dour elsewhere, and he and T’Pol take their breakfast trays to a table near a window.

T’Pol glances at her food and drink and then stares out at the passing stars.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks her gently.

He can see by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she very much does not “wanna.”

“Kin-kur-savas is a Vulcan stone fruit. It has variegated skin of yellow, green and red, pale yellow flesh, and a small deep red pit at the center. You once likened them to Vulcan peaches.”

“I remember.”

She hesitates, “It was an insult meant to imply that while I may still appear Vulcan I am human at my core.”

Trip inhales sharply and bites down on his anger.

“Additionally, his use of English gave him the plausible excuse of deference to your presence while effectively… alienating me further,” T’Pol finishes.

He doesn’t insult her by asking if she’s sure she’s not reading too much into it. It doesn’t surprise him that Vulcans can be just as bigoted and cruel as humans, but it’s still hard to see it directed at T’Pol, especially when he knows how hard she’s working to hold herself together right now.

Trip is absolutely not going to do anything that will bring shame to his daughter (may she rest in peace), or her mother (may she live long and prosper), so he breathes in a controlled manner and tries to keep all traces of what he’s feeling off his face.

He reaches for a utensil and casually touches T’Pol’s hand. When she makes eye contact he thinks as clearly and deliberately as he can: What an asshole. There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Whether she understood his thought or was just entertained by his pathetic attempt at telepathy, he’ll take the win.

“I’m sorry if my presence is making this worse for you,” he tells her with sympathy.

She gives him a long look. “Trip, his actions reflect only on himself. Your attendance is appropriate and necessary as Elizabeth’s father,” she looks down briefly before continuing, “and I personally find your presence… beneficial. As I said, I am content with my choices.” Her voice is soft but firm.

It may not be a romance novel confession of love, but Trip is moved nonetheless.

“That’s good. I … I feel better when you’re around, too.”

T’Pol gives him a soft look and sips her tea. Trip flashes her a quick smile and takes a bite of the strange but not unpleasant plomeek porridge in front of him. Silently he rejoices when she follows suit, and they finish their meal together in companionable silence.

#trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #fanfic #my fic #post ep: terra prime #ficlet #vulcan culture #trip tucker #t’pol #grief

[centralperkchenford]

hi! can you do one where while Lucy was pregnant, Tim and Metro answer to a case where Sava was involved and heavily injured and everyone thought it was Lucy, Tim just shutdown for a few minutes before the paramedics/Bailey says it must be Sava and that's only when Tim starts functioning again. Something like when Aaron mistaken Jake as Tim but this time Tim and Lucy aren't together physically because Lucy was on a day off or smth. 🙏🙏🙏

Chenford + Sava is mistaken as Lucy & Tim panics

I hope you like this!

I would fight for you, I'd lie for you Walk the wire for you, yeah, I'd die for you

Tim sits outside the store knowing there is a group of suspects inside and possibly a hostage. He is about to move in they just need to be given the green light so the hostage is hurt. He sees Mad Dog and Po move in to the store. He counts to ten but there’s no signal for him to move in.

And then Mad Dog’s voice sounds over the radio his voice a mix of panic and fear. “We have a heavily injured woman. It’s Detective Lucy Chen.”

Tim’s entire body deflates and before he even realizes what is happening he’s running towards the store, his heart pounding and his mouth dry. He can’t think, he can’t breathe. He sees black spots in front of his eyes and he feels dizzy. In and out. In and out

Oh god!

“Sergeant!” He hears someone calling after him he’s not even sure who it is. His mind is on Lucy and her being injured. Her being the hostage. His baby girl being in danger too. And there’s no one who could stop him from getting to Lucy.

Someone blocks him from coming into the store and he pushes at their chest but they are stronger somehow.

“Sir.” Says a voice. “You don’t—”

“That’s my wife!” He snaps through he knows his voice sounds weak. “She’s pregnant let me in!”

Someone pushes past them and Tim realizes it’s the paramedics. He’s sees the back of Bailey’s head briefly before she inside the store.

“Let. Me. In.” Tim growls angrily even though his brain still isn’t working. His mind is on Lucy. Injured. And the images in his head are terrible.

He looks up to see Mad Dog looking at him sadly, “Sir she’s—”

And then Bailey’s voice sounds from the back of the shop. “Let him in! It’s not Lucy!” She calls. Tim’s heart beats faster and he pushes past Mad Dog and runs to where there’s a group of people gathered.

Bailey sees him first and rushes over to him. “It’s not Lucy Tim. It’s Sava.” She says reassuringly

“Why was she here?” Tim asks softly trying to calm his heartbeat but knowing he won’t be calm until he sees Lucy with his own eyes.

“As far as we know she was just stopping here to get a drink.” Bailey says. “Wrong place at the wrong time.”

Tim nods although he’s not really listening. He grabs his phone out of his pocket and taps on Lucy’s name. She doesn’t answer right away and he sees black spots in front of his eyes until….

“Tim?” Her voice sounds over the phone and he slumps against the wall, his entire body feeling heavy.

“Thank god.” He breathes. “Where are you?”

“At home—what’s wrong?” She asks her voice full of concern. And he swallows knowing he has a job to do. But he’s not sure he can look at someone who looks so much like his wife.

“Um.” He starts. “There was a hostage situation and they you were hurt. But it was Sava and I feel… I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Lucy makes a soothing sound. “I’m okay baby. Other than your daughter sitting on my bladder. I’m okay.” She says.

Tim huffs out a laugh and runs his hand down his face. “I love you. Just please..” He trails off and Lucy hums in his ear.

“Breathe Tim.” She says soothingly. “Just breathe. I’m okay. Our baby girl is okay. Now go do your job and come home to me okay?”

Tim nods and pinches his nose. “I love you.” He says a little breathlessly. His heart rate is still going fast. He breathes in and out. In and out. Lucy’s fine, their daughter is fine.

“Sarge.” Says Mad Dog and he looks up to see Mad Dog looking at him. “Um I’m sorry I got confused. They look so much alike.” The man looks guilty and Tim normally would be furious at him for not waiting for proper identification, he understands.

Tim waves him off. “Don’t worry about it. It happened to me with my look a like.” He says and Mad Dog looks like he has questions but Tim talks before he can ask any.

“How’s Sava?” He asks. Mad Dog sighs and looks over to where they are cleaning up the blood.

“She’s hanging on. She was pretty badly injured but it looks like she’s going to make it. We just need to figure out which one of these idiots beat her up.” He says. Tim glances over at the three suspects handcuffed and sitting on the floor.

He sighs and motions for Mad Dog to help him lift them up. His mind is still on Lucy.

Once they are back in the shop and heading back to the station, Tim leans his head back against the headrest trying to breathe. In and out. In and out.

The other officers process the suspects and Tim heads to his office ready to finish up and go home.

When he opens his office door, he almost falls over when he sees Lucy sitting in his chair. She stands up when she sees him and heads over to him.

“Hey.” She says softly and he wraps her in his arms feeling relieved and relaxed for the first time since they found Sava.

“Hi.” He mumbles into her hair. “What are you doing here?” She runs her fingers through his hair knowing it calms him.

“I could tell you were still.. worried. And I knew you wouldn’t relax until you saw me.” She says and he shakes his head because she really does know him.

He brings her in and sways with her for a little bit. “I love you.” He says his voice thick with emotion again. “I don’t know what I would have done if—”

“Hey.” She says turning his face towards her. “I’m fine Tim.” She places his hand on her heart. He feels it beating against his hand and then moves it down to her stomach where their baby girl rests and grows. 2 more months and they would be holding her in their arms.

“I’m okay.” Lucy repeats and Tim nods and kisses her while his hand is still on her belly. “How long until you are off?”

Tim shrugs looking at his desk behind him. “Soon. I hope.” He says. She nods and kisses him one more time before she turns to walk out the door.

Tim watches her go and then sits down at his desk finally being able to breathe normally. She’s okay. Their baby girl is okay. He could do his job knowing that she was safe.

He still was counting down the minutes until she was back in his arms and he was at home. He glances at the pictures on his desk, one of their wedding day and a recent picture of them. And then tucked inside one of the frames was their daughter’s first ultrasound. The one before they even knew what she was. He smiles and gets back to work. He’s got this.

***

When he gets home he wraps Lucy in his arms and doesn’t let her go for the rest of the night. He knows with their jobs there’s no certainty either of them will come home and they could be like Sava and just get caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. But he’s going to make sure to try and always come home to her just like she will always try to come home to him.

And that’s something he can hold on to.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered

[helpallthenamesaretakenblog]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE SECOND EPISODE LETS GOOOO *extreme spoiler alerts read at your risk*

YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP

Not Percy turning his back on grover so grover can’t see the tear falling from his face

”IM GONNA GO FIND MY DAD” help the door slam

MR D SLAYED

Grover yelling “wait wait wait wait” it was really giving “help, my rogue wild best friend is on the loose”

The whole Mr,D scene was foul and evil but hilarious i loved it

Chiron’s face when “My father wont talk to me unless i bring him a drink:’(“ PRICELESS

Chiron said something about the “god’s design” JOE TRACZ ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME START SINGING…well it’s working

Percy immediately stopping chiron when he calls everyone’s attention,,, Walker exceeded expectations and more

How defensive Percy gets when luke tries to talk to him

The actor for Luke really killed it with the acting

I love the establishment of chris from the start he just poofed into botl out of nowhere and rick expected us to feel something about him

I love the whole new “kleos” concept, it gives so much more depth to these characters than before

THE WHOLE MONTAGE OF PERCY TRYING TO FIND WHAT HE’S GOOD AT

Whos this dude where’s beckendorf give me beckendorf

DIOR GOODJOHN LIKE OMGGGG SHE’S SO GOOD

“They like the smell of begging”

“You’re going to have to sit down….I think ive made some friends…real friends….and i think they might actually like me…imagine that” STOP THESE WRITERS KNEW HOW TO DIG THE KNIFE IN DEEPER DON’T THEY (also, this implies percy’s never had real friends which is killing me)

That whole scene

also the fact that he’s angry at grover and doesn’t like annabeth that much yet so he’s talking about luke and chris, even though luke and chris are the traitors and annabeth and grover are his actual real friends stop

THE NUMBER OF THOUGHT PROCESSES THAT WENT THROUGH MY HEAD WHEN THAT TREE STONE LADY CAME TO GROVER. MY MIND WAS JUST LIKE THALIA?????? GROVER’S MOM?????

”are you stalking me” “yes” “okay…why?” i love them

ONLY THREE WORDS: LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES I LOVE HER SO MUCH..OKAY THAT WAS EIGHT WORDS BUT WHATEVER SHE IS SO ANNABETH I LOVE IT

“Today feels like a winning day to you?”

Not percy flossing

LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES, LEAH SAVA JEFFRIES

That calculating look was nailed down to the t

the claiming scene was so aesthetic

The pacing is so fast i wish it were a bit slower. It was just “claiming” and then “PERCY THERES GONNA BE A WAR FOR THE MASTER BOLT AND YOU HAVE TO RETRIEV—“

Also, I liked it in the books where percy is sitting in the campfire and they were all singing and percy finally feels at home with the campers. In this episode he was kinda only attached to luke and chris and wasnt interacting with anyone else

Hopefully theyll show that next episode.

“YOU’RE POSEIDON’S SON” “IM SALLY JACKSON’S SON” The world was never the same after that i could hear the tumblr girlies screaming from home

#percabeth #percy jackson #rick riordan #annabeth chase #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo tv series #pjo tv show #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #Heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo series #percy pjo #riordanverse #tag for me to see later on

[ex-textura]

Please word vomit to us about Ilztaufein's complicated relationship dynamics (if you want, no pressure) 💜

HAH! Oh, you've asked for it.

i'm not proof reading any of this stream of consciousness lets goooo

_

Alright soo early in the game Izzy never had any sort of actual interest in the other party members at all, romantic or otherwise. He's a pissy little prince of a man who likes things a certain way and isn't so far removed from his noble upbringing in the underdark that he's unlearned all his negative associations with other races (or even with drow themselves tbh. he'd say he's complicated but he's mostly just a bitch), but he's still a good guy in the most technical sense so he did start to get close to them in spite of himself.

He's also a man who's pretty used to just casually sleeping with other members of his teams whenever the desire arises. So when Astarion propositioned him like...QUITE early on he was like fuck it. Whatever. I could use an orgasm. And Astarion was similar enough to him in personality (and to drow in appearance to be quite honest) that he didn't give it that much thought. Fun romp in the woods, whatever nbd.

Only that Astarion like...didn't seem to get the hint, or something. Because despite Ilztaufein being pretty clear that he was just having fun, Astarion started crossing some lines from one-night stand to fwb and then maybe a little more? Only Izzy still was never really feeling it. I mean, Astarion was fine. The sex was technically well executed and Astarion is handsome and fun so he had no regrets in that regard. But see this sad little human was starting to worm his way into Izzy's mind. He kept showing pieces of himself that Ilztaufein didn't expect from someone like him. Hints and pieces of greater power, greater ambition. And Ilztaufein was intrigued.

Then Izzy learned about Gale's past with Mystra, about the truth of the orb and what he'd done and rather than being worried he was sorta. kinda.... well that was like really really hot??? I mean sure it was foolish and it backfired but the power it had to have taken in the first place to do what Gale did. To catch the eye of a goddess too. And the ambition to aim so damned high. That was the turning point. Gale was no longer just some wizard that claimed to be an archmage and wanted to learn to play sava. Gale WAS an archmage. A chosen. A powerful man with powerful means and powerful desires and Ilztaufein wanted, needed, to be part of that.

So he was still sleeping with Astarion on occasion, the vampire showering him this performative sort of affection that never really did anything for him but Izzy didn't care enough to stop because like. Whatever floats your boat, man. And flirting with Gale in the meantime, spending most nights discussing magical theory over a game of lanceboard or sava as they taught each other their chess game of choice. Falling hard for Gale, and not ever really trying to hide it. He'd never wanted someone like that before, but being such a little princess, he always got what he wanted.

The hiccup is where Astarion comes into this. Cause Astarion's little pet names and affection and all that definitely started as a performance but in spite of himself he'd actually started to fall for Ilztaufein. A sassy little minx who shared a lot of his interests (and mannerisms. and clothes), who even though he was a good person fundamentally, didn't really do anything for the sake of altruism. Who made him laugh, and didn't give a shit about his past, or what he'd done, but was immediately more than happy to help him with whatever - whether that be casting Hold Person on a bandit specifically so Astarion could drink from them without fuss, teaching him how to make drow poisons, or straight up plotting against Cazador.

So Astarion is maybe sorta starting to fall hard. But he's never been free before. He barely knows who he is. He doesn't know how to be alone but he also doesn't know how to be with someone...in the way he might want to be with Izzy. Maybe. If he lets himself think about it long enough. So he's weighing his options.

Talk to Izzy. Tell him how he feels. Tell him that maybe what he wants with him is more than sex (and, honestly, maybe not even sex at all). Maybe they get together, maybe he swipes the drow out from under Gale's nose and they live a long, long life together of hedonistic debauchery. After they kill Cazador together. Maybe Ilztaufein helps him find a cure. Maybe they spend the rest of their lives in the underdark. And Astarion never truly gets to be his own man, shackled forever to love.

Don't talk to Izzy. Keep up the seduction and squash his own growing feelings. Keep Gale's big soft eyes off of his paramour long enough to get the job done, kill Cazador, and be free. Then dump him, and go learn who the fuck he actually is. Take many lovers or none at all. Every choice made from that point on would be his own, at the cost of perhaps breaking his own heart.

Or, the option he's starting to realize might already have been made for him when he wasn't looking: Let whatever is happening between Gale and Ilztaufein happen. Just. Let him go. And hope that they'll still be willing to help him anyway out of..what? the kindness of their hearts?

Or maybe if the old tramp who came by the camp gets his way, Gale will blow himself up and leave Izzy in mourning and Astarion can be there to pick up the pieces and resume their little thing from wherever they left off. Have his cake and eat it too, at the cost of a perfectly good Gale, I suppose.

#YOU ASKED FOR THIS #I should probably have put a readmore or something but it's too late now dfjhsdfjsalskd;dff #my ocs #oc: ilztaufein #gale dekarios #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #tav x gale #drow tav #look if Gale and Izzy become gods they'll cure Astarion in my headcanons #if they don't he's still got two very powerful wizards on his side #he'll be fiiiiiiiiiine #but Astarion i'm sorry about giving you a bad time #you deserve better

[gyunikum]

Käärijan prompt: Bojan has languages georg'd and has learnt better Finnish than Käärijä's English.

Below the cut! Enjoy this petit fours!

Jere is mesmerised by Bojan's fake British accent, but somehow his tongue, that fucking wriggly obscene tongue can not compute the likes of bottle of water. Whenever he trips over, he laughs with that abashed giggle, perhaps the only time Bojan sees Jere being not so confident even among friends. Jere is anything but shy, and yet that awkward chuckle upon butchering yet another one of Bojan's English examples comes about until Bojan grows tired of it.

The third Finnish word Jere teaches Bojan is a tongue-twister because of fucking course it is.

Ääliö, älä lyö, ööliä läikkyy! - Jere keeps yelling and laughing it, flicking his tongue like some sort of physical hyperbole, while spritzing a bottle of beer about the table. Bojan picks up on it like there's glue on his tongue for words to get caught. The ös and ys are easy, he's heard enough Hungarian in his life before, though with each drink of beer his lips grow more and more numb, until, in the end, whatever comes out of his mouth is a mix of Slovene, English and Finnish, all with their different tonalities creating a sort of linguistic abomination that cracks up both of them.

The Finnish words roll off his tongue like the Sava, a gentle-looking but powerful river, smooth surface with an undercurrent of something ancient. Bojan feels like he's drowning in them, until Jere, laughing, he's always laughing because he's so happy, coaxes the words out of his throat, around the lump that keeps growing still each time a moment of clarity hits Bojan.

After the fourth bottle of beer, Bojan has mastered Finnish, and Jere is so impressed that he leans close to plant a friendly smooch on his cheek, except it lands on the corner of Bojan's mouth. If Finnish had a taste, it would be this--alcohol and snus notwithstanding.

#petit fours #käärijan #i actually had to stop myself from continuing this lmao this was supposed to be a few lines #Käärijä #bojan cvjetićanin

[brookston]

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Cologne Furniture Fair (Cologne, Germany) [thru 1.18]

Critics’ Choice Awards (Santa Monica, California)

Fire & Ice Festival: Under the Sea (Somerset, Pennsylvania) [thru 1.14]

International Istanbul Open Backgammon Championship (Istanbul, Turkey) [thru 1.14]

Martin Luther King Parade, Walking the Talk, and Festival (Long Beach, California)

School Nutrition Industry Conference (Orland, Florida) [thru 1.16]

Feast Days

Barba'shmin (a.k.a. Barbasceminus; Christian; Saint)

Barry the Honeybee (Muppetism)

Basil of Ostrong (a.k.a. Basil the Great; Orthodox Church; Saint) [Serbia]

Berthe Morisot (Artology)

Bhogi begins (Festival to Surya, a Solar Diety; India)

Buddha (Positivist; Saint)

Circumcision of Jesus Christ (Orthodox Church)

Devasahayam Pillai (Latin Church; Blessed)

Divina Pastora (Barquisimeto)

Dondoyaki (Fire Festival; Japan)

Einar Hákonarson (Artology)

Eivind Berggrav (Lutheran)

Feast of Divina Pastora (Barquisimeto, Venezuela)

Feast of Nina (Bulgaria)

Feast of the Ass (Medieval Christianity)

Felix of Nola (Christian; Martyr)

Festum Asinorum (Medieval Burlesque Festival)

Gort Day (Church of the SubGenius)

Guido Franch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Henri Fantan-Latour (Artology)

Hestia’s Day (Pagan)

Hilary (Christian; Saint)

Isaias and Sabbas (Christian; Saint)

Jean-Baptiste van Loo (Artology)

Macrina the Elder (Christian; Saint)

Odoric of Pordenone (Christian; Saint)

Pongol (Tamil Harvest Festival, India) [Usually 1.14 or 15]

Sava of Serbia (Christian; Saint)

Sidereal Winter Solstice (South, Southeast Asian cultures)  (a.k.a. ... 

Magh Bihu (Assam)

Maghe Sankranti (Nepal)

Maghi (Haryana, Himachal Pradesh, Punjab)

Makar Sankranti (Harvest Festival; India, Malaysia, Thailand)

Pongol begins (Tamil Nadu)

Tamil hai Pongal Day (Sri Lanka)

Uttarayan (Uttarakhand, Gujarat and Rajasthan)

Spell to Let Go Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Thai Pongal (Sri Lanka)

Thorrablat (a.k.a. Þorrablót; Midwinter Festival; Iceland)

Thorrablat (Norse/Heathen Festival to Thor, God of Thunder)

Traditional Day of Offering (Bhutan)

Wear a Colander Day (Pastafarian)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Sakimake (先負 Japan) [Bad luck in the morning, good luck in the afternoon.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 2 of 60)

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [5 of 57]

Premieres

Appleseed (Anime Film; 2005)

Batty Man, Parts 3 & 4 (Underdog Cartoon, S3, Eps. 31 & 32; 1967)

Belle (Anime Film; 2022)

The BFG, by Roald Dahl (Novel; 1982)

Bosko in Dutch (WB LT Cartoon; 1933)

The Boy Named If, by Elvis Costello (Album; 2022)

Bugs’ Bonnets (WB MM Cartoon; 1956)

Cape Fear, by John D. MacDonald (Novel; 1957)

The Captain and the Kids (MGM Cartoon; 1939)

Cookie’ with Gags (Fleischer/Famous Popeye Cartoon; 1955)

Dog Gone Modern (WB MM Cartoon; 1939)

Elektra (Film; 2005)

Father Brown (UK TV Series; 2015)

5-4-3-2-1 or The Quick Launch Counter (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 248; 1964)

Get Thee Behind Me Satan, recorded by Harriet Hilliard (Song; 1936)

Goof Gas Attack, Part 7 (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S5, Ep. 247; 1964)

A Helping Paw (Color Rhapsody Cartoon; 1941)

Home, Tweet Home (WB MM Cartoon; 1950)

The House (Animated Film; 2022)

Independent People, by Halldór Laxness (Novel; 1934)

In Good Company (Film; 2005)

Inside Llewyn Davis (Film; 2014)

Lonesome Traveler, by Jack Kerouac (Essays; 1960)

Low, by David Bowie (Album; 1977)

No Hunting (Disney Cartoon; 1955)

Other Voices, Other Rooms, by Truman Capote (Novel; 1948)

Paul Simon, by Paul Simon (Album; 1972)

Permanent Waves, by Rush (Album; 1980)

Pirates from Below (Animated Cartoon; Jonny Quest #18; 1965)

The Poseidon Adventure, by Paul Gallico (Novel; 1969)

Pueblo Pluto (Disney Cartoon; 1949)

Red Riding Hoodlum (Woody Woodpecker Cartoon; 1957)

Sanford and Son (TV Series; 1972)

Saturday Evening Puss (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1950)

Scanners (Film; 1981)

The Today Show (TV Series; 1952)

Tosca, by Giacomo Puccini (Opera; 1900)

Waiting on a War, by the Foo Fighters (Song; 2021)

Today’s Name Days

Engelmar, Felix, Rainer (Austria)

Feliks, Malahija, Rajko, Srećko (Croatia)

Radovan (Czech Republic)

Felix (Denmark)

Feliks, Õnneleid (Estonia)

Sakari, Saku, Sasu (Finland)

Nina (France)

Engelmar, Felix, Rainer (Germany)

Nina (Greece)

Bódog (Hungary)

Dazio, Macrina (Italy)

Raitis, Roberta, Roberts (Latvia)

Auksė, Feliksas, Hilarijus, Laimis (Lithuania)

Herbjørg, Herbjørn (Norway)

Feliks, Hilary, Odo, Radogost (Poland)

Nina (Romania)

Radovan (Slovakia)

Félix (Spain)

Felicia, Felix (Sweden)

Adam, Nina (Ukraine)

Alair, Felice, Felicia, Felicity, Felix, Hilary, Hillary, Hillery (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 14 of 2024; 352 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 7 of week 2 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Beth (Birch) [Day 20 of 28]

Chinese: Month 12 (Yi-Chou), Day 4 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 4 Shevat 5784

Islamic: 3 Rajab 1445

J Cal: 14 White; Sevenday [13 of 30]

Julian: 1 January 2024

Moon: 15%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 14 Moses (1st Month) [Buddha]

Runic Half Month: Peorth (Womb, Dice Cup) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 25 of 89)

Zodiac: Capricorn (Day 24 of 31)

Calendar Changes

January (a.k.a. Ianuarius; Julian Calendar) [Month 1 of 12]

#calendar #Holidays

[jasfhercallejo]

Most El Nido restaurants offer vegan options with a twist. Among them is Taste El Nido - The Vegan Cafe PH, one of the best vegan-friendly restaurants located within the town proper. Taste El Nido is widely known for serving plant-based dishes and nutritious fruit shakes.

They have a well-curated menu of breakfast options, including a wide selection of eye-catching and flavorful smoothie bowls. Their vegan smoothies also come in authentic fruit flavors. It is also highly recommended to try their specialty coffee, tea, chia-infused juice, and other vegan snacks like banana nut bread. For their main entrees, they have eggplant lasagna, Mexican chipotle rice bowl, mac and cheese, and pesto tomato cream cheese bagel.

Home to the famed fire-wood brick oven pizza in El Nido, Trattoria Altrove is an exclusive Italian restaurant that hints a Filipino-inspired interior design and promises authenticity that roots back to pizza’s birthplace—Naples, Italy. Trattoria’s signature hand-tossed dough that makes the famous Neapolitan pizza uses fresh ingredients cooked in a brick oven with intense heat that locks down natural flavors of all the ingredients.

Kitchen & Bar HUB is the in-house restaurant partner of Frendz Hostel in El Nido. They offer food & drinks from around the world as well as Filipino specialties. It's also a great spot to mingle and meet new people because a lot of tourists also stay here.

Big Bad Thai, on the other hand, is a rustic-themed restaurant that serves the most authentic Thai dishes in town. From the famed Pad Thai to Pad Krapow, Big Bad Thai perfectly curates their dishes based on the original Thai recipes. What sets this El Nido Thai restaurant apart from the rest is its homemade sauces with varying levels of spiciness. They also serve vegan options such as Som Tum (spicy green papaya salad) and Thai Morning Glory (fried spinach with garlic and oyster sauce).

After this filling food adventure, we started the El Nido night escapade with a good whole-body massage before hitting the bars for some night cap.

Apart from the available seats inside where one will be able to truly feel the tribal vibe SAVA is aiming for through their colorful wall paintings, the bar also features cushioned seats on amphitheater-style cemented seating at the garden beachfront.

This Beach Bar, apart from their cocktails and food, takes great pride in their place’s ambiance. This is in great connection to the thematic music nights born from the different DJs turning SAVA into a place incomparable to what it was the previous nights. Their Happy Hour promo is from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. and experience their selection of classic cocktails with a twist!

We had a few more drinks in Pangolin, and the rest was history.

#photographers on tumblr #original photography #travel #food #palawan #el nido #landscape

[serifgothic]

#Savas #savas japan #logo #serifgothic #dispigna #lubalin #serif gothic #typography #design #Sports #energy drink #protein shake #savas brand

[strangermarvelss]

the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 2)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of not being worthy/capable of real love, robin being a great friend, tantrums, not a happy part

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: part two of the series is here! thank you to everyone who read and gave suggestions after part 1 was posted. reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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“I just don’t understand why he’s acting the way he is Robin,” you let out, setting your glass on the bar counter and turning to her. Your best friend, Robin, turns to you as well, sipping her drink and nodding as the people around you laugh and scream with glee, which was normal for the local Hawkins bar. 

“Yeah, it doesn’t make sense to me either. It’s not like the two of you had an unhappy marriage or anything either. You and Eddie were the definition of the perfect couple, it just seems like it was all so sudden!” She exclaims, placing her fourth drink down as well and looking to you, her eyes heavy and strands of hair pointing in different directions. 

“I don’t think I’d go that far,” you tell her with a slight chuckle.

“Well regardless, he’s an asshole. I know he’s the father of my godson, but his behavior has made me look at him in a whole new way. Steve too, actually. Right Steve?” Robin asks, clasping her hand against your designated driver’s shoulder. Steve lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

“Actually yeah. Used to love hanging with you and Munson but now it’s just weird when I see him since we’ve always been close,” he says, his finger pointing between you two. 

Your friendship with Robin and Steve dates back to high school, becoming friends with the lovable duo before their friendship even started. Them working together at the now retired Scoops Ahoy in the summer of ’85 helped them bond quickly, but you all became a trio shortly after the mall burned down and the three of you started working at Family Video, that was until you quit three years ago to go work for the Hawkins Post to provide better for your family and be able to really pursue your dreams of journalism.

“I don’t want you choosing sides, Steve, you know that. Other than the guys in the band, you’re one of his only other friends around his age, and he quite enjoys your company,” you tell him.

“Yeah well, you know I always pick sides in any situation I’m in. I’m loyal like that,” he announces, making you and Robin laugh. It’s not that he was lying to you, but you knew he could be a little too loyal sometimes, which could cost him a pretty shiner in most cases. You’re amazed he hasn’t developed some kind of scar near his eye with the amount of times he’s been punched in the face defending his friendships.

“We know you’re loyal, dingus. No need to remind us,” Robin shouts with a hiccup, standing from her stool and going over to wrap her arm around Steve. “But we still love you for it.”

You laugh as you watch Steve squirm away from her grasp, clearly annoyed that she’s already drunk. Robin starts to move about the bar, dancing to the low tune that fills the space while mumbling incoherent words. The two of you share a look and nod, standing from your own places and guiding Robin out of the bar. You definitely thought you’d be where she was in this scenario, making a drunken fool of yourself in front of the town you grew up in given your new situation. But saving those for private moments seemed like the best idea.

Exiting the bar, you open the door to the backseat and help Steve get Robin inside carefully, buckling her up and walking around the car to hop in the backseat with her in case she needs to puke. Steve’s figure jumps into the car and starts the engine, checking on the two of you before shifting gears and pulling out of the bar’s parking lot.

The drive back felt shorter than usual as Steve turns onto your street first, pulling into your driveway and halting the car to a stop before you hop out. You stand by the driver’s seat when he rolls the window down, his arm leaning out the window with half his upper body and shooting you a smile.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay tonight?” Steve asks, quirking a brow. You give him a nod and cross your arms, the sudden chill of the fall Indiana weather catching up to you.

“Yeah I’ll be okay Steve. I appreciate your concern, it really means a lot to me.”

“I mean, what Robin was saying tonight was true, you know. You and Munson were always perfect in our eyes, so it’s weird to hear that you guys have been separated for a few months now. I really thought you two would make it til the end,” Steve expresses. You let out a sigh a look to the ground for a moment before returning his gaze, the familiar tightness returning to your chest.

“Yeah…I did too,” you let out, your voice low with sadness mixed within it. Steve offers you a sympathetic smile and places a hand on yours. “But, I can’t force him to love me if he doesn’t anymore. I feel like being in a loveless marriage for the sake of our child would drive us both to places we don’t want to see the light of day.”

“That’s a fair point. Christopher does come first, and if you think it’s best for him and yourself, I’ll support you and help you get through it any way you need,” he tells you. You offer him a genuine smile, something you haven’t felt like doing since before the separation. The sound of groaning pulls you from your conversation, Robin’s slumped figure clawing at her seatbelt. 

“I should probably let you get her home then, before she finds a way to break out of the seatbelt and starts making your night even worse,” you tease, shifting your weight between your feet. Before you’re able to bid Steve a proper farewell, the sight of Eddie’s van comes into your view and blocks Steve in your driveway, making him let out a frustrated groan. Eddie emerges from the vehicle, your son following him shortly after with all of his belongings with him, making your eyes go wide.

“Eddie why the hell are you driving Christopher around in your van?! We talked about how it’s not safe for him at his age, he’s too small!” You let out, rushing to your son and crouching in front of him. You hear the door to Steve’s car slam shut, looking back to see him coming up to you guys with his arms out in frustration. 

“Y/N I don’t have time for the lecture, I barely had time to bring him over here. Wayne’s at work and we got a call about doing a last minute gig in Indianapolis for tonight and tomorrow, can you please take him for the weekend? This gig would be really good for us and I will make it up to you somehow, please,” Eddie pleads, his eyes big as he talks with you. 

Your face is still mixed with concern and frustration, turning to your son and seeing his innocent face. You look back at Eddie and nod, watching his face scrunch in happiness at the victory and crouching down in front of your son as you rise back to your feet. You turn to Steve and let out a sigh before going to stand closer to him, your arms crossing once more and rubbing your hands against your bare arms.

“You want my jacket?” Steve offers, taking the inner flaps of his jacket that were resting against his chest and gripping them between both sets of thumb and index fingers. You shake your head while giving him a toothless smile.

“No you dingus, you’re about to leave anyway,” you giggle out.

“Hey! Only Robin is allowed to call me dingus,” he chuckles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie looking up at the two of you for a moment, before directing his attention back to Christopher. 

“Alright buddy, we’ll have to do a raincheck on the park with Shirley. But you and Momma are going to have all kinds of fun together this weekend, I’m sure of it,” he announces. Christopher’s lip wobbles at hearing the words, the sight breaking Eddie’s heart just a bit. Eddie enjoyed the weekends with his son just as much as Christopher did, but the money would be really good and help continue to get their band’s name out there.

“But I want to be with you this weekend Daddy! I miss you!” He screams. Eddie tries to hush him while your brows furrow from your position by Steve, curious to know why your child was screaming. He’s usually so well behaved so his outburst was shocking to you.

“I know buddy, but we’ll see each other next weekend, okay? Daddy has to go play some music kind of far away,” Eddie continues to try and explain to your son. 

“No! I want to be with you this weekend! It isn’t fair!”

You felt your heart break hearing your son shout at his father, his words sinking in as the reality that faces him slaps him in the face. He was right, it isn’t fair that his time with his father is being sacrificed for the sake of a gig, especially with Eddie only getting to see him for three days of the week on your new schedule. He should be able to see him every day, living in the same home as you and him full time. You step forward and place your hand on Christopher’s shoulder, which he is quick to shrug off.

“C’mon sweetheart, Daddy has to get on the road so he can go play music,” you tell him softly, trying your best to deescalate the situation.

“No, I don’t wanna!” Christopher yells out, his little black converse stomping against the pavement of the driveway. Eddie rises to his feet and takes a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go,” he whispers out, turning towards his van and leaping inside. Christopher tries to run and catch up to the van but you’re quick to grab him before he’s running into the street after his father. You let out a sigh and carry him closer to the door, his little limbs kicking and swatting at you during the short journey. 

“Hey buddy, do you want me to spend the night here tonight? Maybe we can build a fort and have some late night ice cream if your mom says yes?” Steve suggestions, his face close to your son’s. His kicking beings to cease and his eyebrows raise in excitement as he shoots you a pleading look. You let him down and he starts jumping for joy when you nod your head.

“I can go drop Robin off at Vickie’s real quick, since she doesn’t live too far from you…and they got back together a few months ago,” Steve reveals to you. You look at him with wide eyes, your mouth agape at the news.

“What?! No way! How come she didn’t tell me?” You question, fumbling for your keys in your bag.

“She was going to, before you dropped the, uh, separation bomb on us. She didn’t want to seem like she was rubbing it in your face,” he admits. You nod and unlock the door, watching Christopher run inside and up the stairs towards his room. A chuckle passing through your lips as you turn back to Steve.

“No, of course not! I gotta tell her I’m happy for her whenever I see her again. Sober, this time,” you say, leaning against the open door. “I’ll leave it unlocked for you, alright?” 

Steve nods and heads to his car, finally managing to exit your driveway this time and speeding off down the road. You walk through the threshold of your house and close the door behind you before walking up the stairs towards your son’s room. Knocking on the door, you gain the attention of your son who immediately had already started playing with the toys he left scattered around the room.

“Hey bud. I’m really sorry you and Daddy couldn’t be together this weekend,” you tell him sincerely. He continues moving his car back and forth, the smile that was once of his face faltering a bit into a half frown.

“It’s okay. I just miss him sometimes,” he admits. You let out a soft sigh and bring yourself to his level, placing a hand on his back and rubbing it gently.

“I know sweetheart, I miss him too.”

“Then why don’t you guys live together anymore?” He questions, his attention focusing to you and dropping the toy from his grasp.

“Well sweetheart, it’s complicated. But your dad and I…we just think it’s better for us to be away for a little while, or maybe even…forever,” you tell him, your voice growing weaker towards the end. Christopher’s frown becomes more present at your words.

“Do you not love him anymore?” He asks. This kid might actually break your heart. You know he doesn’t know any better but with the feelings still being fresh on your mind, you can’t help but grow hurt at the thought.

“I will always love Daddy, no matter what. I just don’t think he feels that way about me anymore. But he has someone who makes him happy, so that’s what matters, okay?” You put on a fake smile for him and watch him nod, his attention going back to the car he was playing with earlier. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you stand up and walk out of his room, walking down the stairs and plopping down on the last step.

The ache in your chest that was so prominent last night returns after your chat with your son. Christopher has been a very curious boy ever since he could start properly thinking on his own, so naturally he is going to ask questions about the new situation the three of you are dealing with. It isn’t a bad thing, it’s just hard for you word it in a way for him to understand, while trying to spare your own feelings that you’re still struggling with. You love your son and want the best for him, and seeing him so upset that he doesn’t get to be with his father breaks your heart. He wasn’t necessarily a daddy’s boy, but he really loved Eddie and has started to become more and more fascinated by him lately, which always warmed your heart.

You bury your head in your hands and let out a frustrated groan, but the knob to the front door turns and Steve walks back in. You look up and give him a sympathetic smile while scooting over for him to sit next to you.

“You okay?” He questions, nudging your stomach with his elbow. You let out a breathy laugh and nod. 

“Just dealing with a curious five year old. He was asking a lot of questions and it just…got to me I guess,” you explain. He nods and stands from him spot on the stairs dramatically to coax a reaction from you. A small giggle escapes your lips as you shake your head at his motions.

“Well I think it’s about time for a blanket fort. You get the ice cream ready and I’ll go start building with the little guy,” he declares, maneuvering past you and running up the stairs with a scream to alert Christopher. Standing from your own spot, you start heading to the kitchen to make the ice cream and prepare for the night of fun you’d been seeking to experience for a good bit now.  

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #steve harrington #robin buckley #angst #fanfic #fanfiction

[lunastrophe]

You are amazing! I literally jumped for joy at your reply. My fic thanks you for your work. (The nedirra is also performed nude, I believe. Naked Underdark raves. LOL)

I do have one more question. No rush or anything. I am deeply grateful whenever you get to it.

What about games? Board games. Card games. Whatever.

Thanks again so so so much. You are truly a gem.

No problem, these are such delightful topics!

Nedeirra totally gives rave vibes, I agree. And yes, dancers often become nude - in Daughter of the Drow, it is mentioned that some drow discard their outer garments while dancing. After nedeirra ends, all participating drow customarily remove their clothing and enjoy a cleansing, relaxing steam bath together.

🕷️ About drow games - I planned to make a separate post about them one day because according to lore, drow generally like to engage in various sports and games in their free time.

🕷️ One of the popular drow board games is sava - equivalent of chess, of sorts. I remember that it was described in Dissolution (War of the Spider Queen series) as a board game that represents war between two noble houses, with grid-like, web-shaped board and game pieces named Mother, Priestess, Wizard, Warrior and Slave. There is also a pair of dice the players can throw in certain circumstances to have a chance for special move. One of the rules is that the player who disturbs the arrangement of pieces on the board (by accident or on purpose) loses the game.

🕷️ In taverns, drow like to gamble and they often play dice and cards, but as far as I remember, no details of such games were mentioned. They also practice knife throwing and engage in drinking contests for fun.

🕷️ There is also a game played to score social points, mainly during formal parties - charhylniss. Basically, it is a conversation game when a drow tries to make their conversational opponent openly angry, using manipulation. Participant who openly loses their cool, loses the game.

Personally, I really like the concept of charhylniss. Sounds like a great opportunity for an intelligent drow to subtly and bloodlessly prove themselves to be superior to their rival!

#drow #dnd lore #lolth sworn drow #drow lore #drow culture #dark elves

[deedeemactir]

Tagged by: @mxkelsifer 💕 thanx love u

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It’s a blurry photo I took of the sky a few nights ago + edited

The last song you listened to: Escapism (Sped Up) - Raye & 070 Shake

Currently reading: Just started The Fall of Water House by Michelle Jarvis

Last Movie: The Gray Man {again}

Craving: I would commit a felony for some crab rangoon right about now

What are you wearing right now? Bike shorts, t-shirt

How tall are you: Short

Piercings: Just my ears these days

Tattoos: A few

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses or just raw-doggin’ it half-blind

Last drink: Diet Coke

Last show: Rookie Feds

Last thing you ate: Chicken salad

Favorite color: Currently sage green and rust, and always maroon

Current obsession: I am back in my Gordon Ramsay/Kitchen Nightmares hyperfixation, & my kitchen is suffering for it

Unrelated obsession: Dragon Age, Star Trek, The Rookie/Chenford/Jake&Sava, DJATS, the musical stylings of Chappell Roan, the list goes on

Any pets: A barn cat or two

Do you have a crush on anyone? Just Christopher Jamal Evans

Favorite fictional character: Hei Hei from Moana

The last place you traveled: Outside of my state, Dallas

Tagging: @gvnseylike @ambiguousrubbish @marythegizka @ anyone else who wants to do this

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[centralperkchenford]

Chenford + "what do you think would have happened if Tamara never walked in?" 💜

Stay, stay, stay (I've been lovin' you for quite some time, time, time)

Chenford + "what do you think would have happened if Tamara never walked in?" 💜

I hope you enjoy this anon! 💞

“Hey I have a question for you.” Tim says as he sits next to Lucy on the couch. After being caught yet again by Lucy’s roommate it got him thinking about the first time she had walked on the kissing.

“Hmm?” Lucy looks up at him briefly from her phone and raises her eyebrows slightly.

“What do you think would have happened if Tamara hadn’t walked in?” He asks her. Lucy tilts her head at him which he finds strangely adorable.

“Tim, you and I both know what would of happened. You practically had my—”

“No!” He says quickly. “Not today or yesterday.. but the first time.” He grins slightly remembering both times.

Tim watches as his girlfriend’s face changes as she realizes what he’s talking about.

“Oh you mean.. when we practiced kissing for the UC op.” Tim nods and Lucy glances at him quickly, her face turning a little red.

“I- what do you think would have happened Tim?” She asks him. He looks over her face but she remains neutral.

Tim sits back against the sofa and thinks about it. He knew she had taken him by surprise when she had kissed him like her life depended on it. He had already been annoyed that she was criticizing him for his little peck, which to be fair he knew was kind of pathetic. He really wasn’t sure what would of happened. They probably would of kept kissing but he wasn’t sure it would of gone much farther than that. He knew after that, in the hallway that he wanted it to go farther. Maybe not right then while they both were in relationships but later.

“Tim.” Lucy prompts him and he sighs. He knows he has to answer her.

“Honestly?” He starts turning fully so he is facing her. “I don’t know. You kind of just sprung the kiss on me. And my mind was spinning after. If we hadn’t been interrupted I think my brain would of caught up eventually. But honestly Lucy I don’t know.” And that was the truth. He wasn’t sure what would have happened. He knew how he felt after. But in the moment he had no idea.

Lucy nods and she fidgets with the blanked sprawled across her lap. She bites her lip and he knows she’s thinking about her answer.

“I don’t know either- I didn’t want to stop. I had a dream about it and Tamara interrupted that too-”

Tim snorts in amusement. “You had a dream about the kiss?”

She blushes again and nods. “It was quite the kiss.” She says and she moves closer to him.

Tim hums in agreement and pulls her in for a kiss because he can.

A few days later, Lucy has her own question for Tim. His question the other day got her thinking. This time though they were in bed, tired from the day. Lucy moves herself so she is fully facing Tim. His eyes half closed and Lucy realized he’s about to fall asleep. So in her usual nervous way she blurts out her question.

“What do you think would have happened if Chris wasn’t on the couch bleeding?”

Tim opens one eye and then the other, he studied her for a minute. She watches as his face changes and she remembers what she was thinking that night. She didn’t just invite him in for drinks, she invited him in because she wanted more.

The fact that they were both in relationships completely leaving her mind.

What happens undercover stays undercover she remembers him saying.

“I knew it was wrong to come in.” He finally says. “I knew that but god Lucy I wanted more and I didn’t think you did after—”

It’s basic biology. She doesn’t say it out loud but she knows that’s what he’s thinking about

“Right so you were coming in for a drink.” She asks and Tim immediately shakes his head.

“No.” He says. “I was coming in because I was thinking, we were still dressed as Jake and Sava so it wasn’t technically— even though it was. But I wanted more Lucy, from the point forward I did.”

“Me too.” She whispers. “Even after everything. Chris. UC School. Ashley. I wanted more.”

Silence falls over them as they realize they would have cheated on their respective partners because their want for each other was overpowering. Lucy realizes she was never like that before. She would have never even thought about cheating on her boyfriend. She knew how she felt about Tim back then and now were different. Back then it was more of a want, she was needy and desperate and willing to do anything just to be with him. Now it was still a want but it was a calmer kind of want. One that she knew she got to come home to him everyday.

Tim pulls her out of her thoughts by leaning forward and kissing her.

“You know I am glad we didn’t do anything that night. If we had who knows if we would be where we are now.”

“Me too.” She pauses for a minute. “We are exactly where we are suppose to be.”

Tim pulls her closer and kisses the top of head in agreement.

They are exactly where they are suppose to be. And there was no other place she would rather be.

#chenford #chenford fanfic #The Rookie #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #Tim x Lucy #anon answered

[of-toussaint]

Notes From Corvo Bianco

Chapter: 2/5

Rating: M (implied/offscreen smut)

Words: 2k (chapter) /5k (total)

Relationships: Regis/Dettlaff/Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Summary: The retired life of Geralt and his family, as told through notes, transcripts, and found correspondences.

(read chapter 2 below, or on AO3)

Formal correspondence found on the desk of the chamberlain of Beauclair Palace:  

“To Her Ladyship Anna Henrietta, Duchess of Toussaint, and honored servant of His Highness Emperor Emhyr var Emreis, Deithwen Addan yn Carn aep Morvudd, 

It is with the utmost gratitude that I must thank you for the continued hospitality of your lands and people. My time in your duchy has been a delight beyond words. Thus, I would ask to be allowed to partake of the hospitality you have so warmly extended a while longer. I declare to you that my intention is to remain within your lands for the duration of the savaed, in company with messere Geralt and his gracious family.  

If it pleases you, perhaps we might meet over a meal and a drink, and discuss matters of trade? The continued partnership between our nations is a matter most dear to my heart, as I am certain it must be to your own. I anticipate your response with eagerness.  

Cerys an Craite, Queen of the Skellige Isles” 

(a note is attached atop the letter, in a cultured and flowing hand:)

Sebastian, 

You needn’t bother equivocating to me. I have known Cerys since we were children, and there is simply no conceiving of her having written this letter. Among other things, she would sooner spit than refer to the Emperor by title. No doubt the penning of it was the toil of some unfortunate scribe—I can only imagine the effort required to wrangle her words into something that might pass for diplomacy. It is of little import. Tell the Queen she is to stay as long as she likes, and that I will gladly consent to share a bottle with her... providing she leaves my palace in the same number of pieces as she finds it.  

- Annarietta 

Majordomo’s journal:  

III Blathe 1277

I must admit that, of the many hazards I anticipated when I was first employed by messere Geralt, duels with foreign nobility were not among that list.  

An overabundance of enthusiasm within a group of such vibrant individuals is perhaps to be expected, and I suppose I must only be glad that we ended the night of madama Yennefer’s birthday festivities without any damage more serious than a collapsed fence. And, it must be said, everyone did seem to enjoy themselves tremendously. Though it has been a year since her last visit, the lady Cirilla has slipped effortlessly back into place among us, and of course Queen Cerys is a woman at home wherever she finds herself.  

That the revelries evolved into good-spirited competition over the course of the evening would have been a source solely of delight, had the forces brought to bear in a fit of high spirits by messere Regis and madama Yennefer not resulted in a visit from the ducal guard. These good gentlemen had, alas, never had prior opportunity to visit our little enclave. Thus the sight with which they were greeted appears to have rather overwhelmed and agitated them—a situation which was remedied only by their escort under duress from the premises by messere Dettlaff. Under the best of circumstances, he has little tolerance for either strangers or unexpected guests. As it stood, his patience rapidly reached a breaking point and he removed the pair of guards bodily from the vineyard, by means I shudder to put pen to paper to describe. Suffice it to say that I am grateful never to have given him cause to direct his ire at me; it makes for quite an alarming sight.  

Aside from these matters, there is little enough to report. I received a response from the workmen in the city today regarding my request for an estimate to have the main bedchamber furniture refitted. My previous instincts were accurate with regards to my lady’s opinions of the furnishings. She has made a series of very particular requests for a second armoire, a few commissioned pieces of art, and, as suspected, a larger bed. She assures me that she has discussed these changes to the extent necessary with the gentlemen of the house, and that, as the work pertains not only to her own comfort but theirs as well, she would be pleased to see it made a priority.  

The only other direct contribution to our conversation came in the form of commentary from messere Jaskier. Upon overhearing the exchange, he only added (and here I paraphrase) that he would gladly brave the most cramped of accommodations for the opportunity to sleep by her side. 

Were his exact words not quite so ribald, the sentiment would have been almost intolerably sweet.  

A letter bearing the ducal seal, addressed from the captain of the guard to the estate of Corvo Bianco:  

VII Blathe 1277

“Messere Geralt,  

As regards the domestic disturbance reported to the ducal guard on the eve of Belleteyn, please be advised that we have declined to pursue further investigation into the matter. This decision is contingent upon the incident going unrepeated. While it is your prerogative to behave as you see fit on your lands, it must be reiterated that the guard is honor-bound to respond to the complaints of all members of the duchy. This includes your neighbors. We would ask that in any future bouts of dueling (magical, martial, or otherwise), all parties involved strive to limit the incidence and volume of both shouting and explosions. This remains true regardless of the number of foreign dignitaries involved, or the degree of enthusiasm of the provocation offered by any such esteemed personages. With utmost respect intended, of course, to both yourself and Queen an Craite. 

In service to Her Enlightened Ladyship, 

Damien de la Tour” 

A missive on the letterhead of the camerlengo of Beauclair:  

“ON BEHALF of Her Grace Anna Henrietta, the duchy of Toussaint requests and requires the services of the Witcher SIR GERALT OF RIVIA, in aid of the removal of a blight from Her lands. Apropos of the recent complaint of a BEAST, which did impart molestation most grave upon the persons of two of Her Ladyship’s ducal guardsmen, Her Ladyship demands that this threat be investigated and rendered harmless. Your humble servant has been authorized to make payment for this noble endeavor, enumerable at FIVE HUNDRED CROWNS.” 

Fragment of a reply tucked inside a ledger of accounts in the office of the camerlengo:  

“... about the report of the large, batlike creature picking up and carrying off your guardsmen, you can cancel the contract. You have my word that no such creature remains a threat to the area.  

And just this once, keep the reward. Consider it a donation to the city.” 

A note scrawled in impatient hand, delivered by courier in the small hours of the morning to the private home of the guard-captain:  

“Damien. Next time, warn your junior guards what they’re walking into before they come out to the vineyard. It’s not their fault they had to trek out to investigate a noise complaint (I am sorry about that, dammit). It is your fault they didn’t know exactly who lives out here, and panicked at the sight of a vampire and a sorceress doing a little friendly sparring.  

You and I both know that Dettlaff could’ve done something far more inconvenient to those men than just flying them back into town and dropping them on the roof of the guardsmen’s barracks. I have reminded him of his oath to stay outside the city limits, and asked the camerlengo to drop the contract.  

Train your people. I’d prefer not to do this again. 

Geralt.” 

Transcript of a conversation overheard outside the pantry:  

Malka: … and a queen, too! I’ve never seen so much of royalty.  

Ida: (leaning arms on a bucket, into which she allows potato peelings to fall) Nor me. Saw old Foltest once, passing through Maribor. What a parade! (pensive) For all he were such a queer man, we could’ve done worse. Gods rest his soul. 

M: Aye. Could’ve done better, though, too. Just think of what life must be like, out on the Isles. With a woman like that at the fore! 

I: And the Princess at her side. They do make quite the match, don’t they? Gods, how they dote on each other. To have someone like that! 

M: Seems Ettore dotes on you like that plenty, as though it’d somehow escaped your notice. 

I: (grinning) He’s no highborn lady, but he does all right. Suppose I’ve no complaints. 

M: Out training in the courtyard again this morning, they were. Lovey eyes at each other even over top o’ their swords.  

I: (snorts) No wonders about where the lady Cirilla learned that one. She might not have his blood, but she has more than a little of the witcher about her. 

M: (giggling) Oh, they’re of a pair, that’s certain. Father and daughter, just alike. 

I: I tell you, Malks, the ladies being here has been a boon and no mistake. Even for all the commotion. The smiles on them all. Never seen the whole lot of them so pleased as these past weeks. 

M: (lowering her voice) I saw madama laugh the other day. Laugh! Nothing coy about it, none of her usual reserve. Smiled, too, with all her teeth. When I tell you I nearly died of shock on the spot. 

I: A boon, Malks. Keep a secret? 

M: (delighted) To my grave! What d’you have? 

I: Well, as it happens I was bringing in the washing t’other afternoon with Jean and Eto.  

M: I recall. You spent all morning doing everybody’s linens. Mum says to thank you, by the by, that being a real help to her. 

I: She’s welcome as ever to pay me back with dinner. But to the point, getting all that cloth back indoors took a right age. There was so much of it! Even the lads were struggling with their baskets. And then, neat as you please, who should sidle up to us and take up the spare bundles but the Queen herself? 

M: (laughing) Truly?  

I: On me da’s headstone. Simply strolled along beside us and wouldn’t accept a word to the contrary. She said when you see a task needs a hand lent to it, you lend that hand, whether it be your task or not.  

M: Now that’s a Queen.  

I: That’s what I thought! But that isn’t the secret.  

M: Go on, then.  

I: While we were walking, Jean—the twit—let it slip that we play cards a’nights, out in the loft. I didn’t think much on it at the time, but last night we was out there playing and guess who turned up at full dark, bottle in hand and a grin on her face like a fox in a henhouse? 

M: (staring, openmouthed) She didn’t.

I: Oh, but she very much did. Cleaned Jean out of ten crowns, because that man was born without a speck of sense in his fool head. Malka, it was the most fun we’ve had in ages. Said she’d be back out tonight, with her lady-love in tow.  

M: In all my days, Ida, I would never have pictured it. Sitting at table being beaten at cards by royalty.  

I: You needn’t simply picture it. Join us tonight.  

M: You know? I think I just may. 

An unsigned letter, the parchment stained in one corner by what looks suspiciously like blood:  

XXI Blathe 1277

“Wolf. Been a while. 

Hear you’re still doing well for yourself down there in the South, so clear a patch of floor for a couple of bedrolls. We’ll be passing your way in just under a week. Lambert thinks it’s high time we availed ourselves of your hospitality (and your kitchen), and his lady friend seems to be in agreement. I’m due to meet up with them soon on the Cintran border, and then we’re riding for you. Hope you’re in the mood for houseguests. The last couple of jobs have treated me well... so I think we deserve to put our feet up for a spell.  

E.” 

One of several identical announcements in the topmost post bag, delivered from the palace and addressed to the local nobility:  

XXXI Blathe 1277

"ON BEHALF of Her Gracious Ladyship Annarietta, you are cordially invited to the Palace of Beauclair to celebrate the eve of Midaëte. A feast will be held in honor of the Queen of Skellige, to close her stay in our fair lands and wish her safe roads and swift winds on her travels home. Festivities to commence at sundown. Formal attire, suitable for dancing, is requested.”

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #dettlaff van der eretein #emiel regis #the witcher #witcher 3 #fanfic #cirilla of cintra #cerys an craite