bethanydelleman:

I don’t know exactly how to articulate this but… if you repeatedly show historical fiction women rejecting traditionally female skills/duties and doing swords instead, because swords is obviously the Most Important Thing, you are kind of implying that all the work that has been traditionally done by female hands for millennia was useless all along and not, you know, keeping civilization going. Because it’s usually rejected not as a personal preference but as This Is The Important Stuff (male work) and That is The Dumb Useless Stuff (women’s work) and that kind of bothers me. The message was supposed to be Vital But Underpaid and Underappreciated, not women’s work is insignificant so let’s all go do swords.

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starrylitte:

thenotoriousscuttlecliff:

Each Benoit Blanc film takes place in a different season and classic murder mystery setting.

Knives Out: Autumn in a country house

Glass Onion: Summer on a private island

Wake up Dead Man: Spring in a small town

So the next film in the cycle needs to be set in winter on a mode of transportation.

The people yearn for Murder on the Orient Express

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slippinmickeys:

slippinmickeys:

Me walking into 2026

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…2026, one week in:

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lilbittymonster:

lilbittymonster:

lilbittymonster:

lilbittymonster:

lilbittymonster:

lilbittymonster:

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Potion time

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Spell of Banishment of Winter Feelbads

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It smells so good in here

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There’s a certain poetry to finishing this right as it’s getting dark and blue outside.


(This came out so fucking good I will definitely be making this again.)

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Certainly!

I was loosely following a wassail recipe I found but made some substitutions, and this might be closer to a mulled cider than a true wassail, but either way it’s delicious.

Ingredients:

-64 floz (~2 litres) of apple cider

-5 mid sized oranges

-1 regular or 2 small lemons

-¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg

-3 or 4 cinnamon sticks (I used three since one was chonky)

-fresh ginger root (or ¼ tsp ground ginger)

-15 whole cloves or ¼ teaspoon ground cloves

-1 Tablespoon of honey

Optional: your choice of rum or brandy

Preparations:

Juice four of the five oranges and your lemon(s). Slice the fifth orange and poke the whole cloves into the slices.

Thinly slice the ginger root. I ended up only using one of the two pictured, and each of those were about 4 inches long or so.

Add all of the ingredients to your cooking vessel and bring to a medium heat. You want to see a bit of bubbling in the liquid (not a rolling boil) and a froth/foam will form on top. This is fine!

Reduce to a low simmer (around a 3 out of 10) for 30-40 minutes. Stir everything in the pot in about five minute intervals.

Storage:

If you aren’t going to drink it all immediately, you can pour it back into the original cider container or any air tight container and keep it in the fridge.

Yearly reblog of my wassail recipe with the addendum that you DO NOT need fresh ingredients for this.

I’ve opted to use a ¼ teaspoon of all four spices, and got a single serve thing of Simply Orange orange juice and grocery store lemon juice instead of freshly juiced citruses the last couple times I’ve made this. If you want to just buy a bunch of things, toss them into a pot together, and simmer them you absolutely can do that.

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bingly-eyes:

bingly-eyes:

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ITS FUCKING REAL???

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The Bongcloud Counter-Gambit: Hotbox Variation

(Reblogged from kinetikatrue)
(Reblogged from kinetikatrue)

c3rvida3:

spontaneous-avocado:

c3rvida3:

saltykingsalty:

c3rvida3:

The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would “ruin the look”, but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it’d be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.

Why couldn’t this have been a one time I dreamt

Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it’s a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.

Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn’t have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.

I would just quit. Fuck people like that. It’s easy to walk away

No it’s not. Didn’t you read the post? There was dried Pepsi everywhere.

(Reblogged from kinetikatrue)