serenity-the-firefly asked:
Heck yes I did! It was my birthday gift to myself one year when I was living in New York City. One of the offerings of the one-time Morbid Anatomy Museum, may it rest in peace 💀✌️
Joy unto you, and also this astonishingly good Christmas card of my dad and my aunt in 1967
Hopefully this is not a surprise, but I sincerely love the Community I’ve built here. I love logging onto a place and idly scrolling through a stream of art and memes and movies I like, liked by other people I like! Tumblr really is whatever you make it. And well, listen friends there’s a good chance that will continue in a way that wouldn’t affect the world I’ve made here that much. No @staff overlords are out there trying to crack down on my 3000 liveblogs of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. (I meant to type “word” there but then was like, well.) And like, tbh, the noods jokes are already hilarious, and has me adoring the notion that fanartists might start working around these old school ~indecency~ constraints like we’re under a new Hays code, and suddenly things like a slip of skin snuck past the censors or a carefully positioned chair leg will have us all comedically but kinda actually hot & bothered, like that would be brilliantly fine with me.
But on the OTHER hand I see New Tumblr has already gone ahead and flagged the Call Me By Your Name gifset I just reblogged as “explicit”, and while it’s a little limby, lbr that was all, so maybe this whole boat IS gonna sink to the bottom of the sea.
Anyway. The point is, you can of course always find me on my movie blog and my Patreon, and one of the unexpected upsides of this announcement is how many people are sharing their Instagram and Twitter handles because I would love to follow you there! I’m gonna! But the idea that that’s some kind of side-step from here is I’m sorry but ridiculous. Like sure, you can follow me on INSTAGRAM, the social media site I only use to check out what dogs my friends have seen lately and every two months post up a picture of a pie. It’s just not the same content folks, my Twitter either (and that’s even if I were to…actually use it for anything but lurking around).
But, truthfully, I’m not worried yet. You see how breaking news stories play out in real life. Without intending to deceive, we’ll get caught up in disaster spiralling and accidentally spreading misinformation when we’re alarmed. I have my sincere doubts people are having their entire blogs deleted over sharing a nip comma female-presenting. I also have my sincere doubts that this is gonna roll out the way this website plans, and that this measure won’t get deeply overhauled once they grasp the ramifications of some of the ALREADY bungled execution, and that what actually changes might be only bits and pieces. Not without precedence just in 2018 alone; if you recall, there were a few months earlier this year where the Academy of fucking Motion Picture Arts & Sciences had literally added a “Best Popular Film” category. If you recall, IHOB.
So. Until such time as I’m proven wrong, I’m not going anywhere.
Love, Wellntruly
rainbowrites asked:
I DID do that! And I didn’t alert the regular houseguests with a cheery warning text! Dears yes, I’ve been rearranging the space. My old theme was getting a bit broken – the way it structured quote posts was fritz-y from day one, but lately images were starting to size glitch as well, and I wanted more & more visible link options, for all my links.
And now there’s the fun where I’m setting the header image as whatever my current laptop background is, making this REALLY like my living room on the internet.
Anyway, please, look around, tell me if you can’t find the snacks because they are for you
platoapproved replied to your photoset “This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving,…”
:ooooooo
memory-for-trifles replied to your photoset “This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving,…”
Look at that FANCY feast! Also, I hope next month turns over a new leaf!
Thank u pals!! My guiding star will be….this bread
copperfire replied to your photoset “This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving,…”
This looks so tasty! I’m very impressed!
strangeassortment replied to your photoset “This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving,…”
It looks incredible! I hope everyone enjoyed it!
aynatonal replied to your photoset “This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving,…”
What a beautiful feast! Lucky family!
The family SUPER enjoyed everything, it filled me with warmth and joy! It’s funny, I don’t usually get that into picking out gifts & presents for people, but cooking for them I loooove
This year I hosted my parents and sister at my place for Thanksgiving, and what’s bolder: asked if I could make a full-day autumn feast that didn’t contain a single traditional Thanksgiving dish. And they said “yeah!”
It’s been a bit of a rough month for your local wellntruly, but at least THIS TURNED OUT, gosh I’m so proud.
Breakfast, Not Pictured
- cranberry muesli with milk and yogurt
- coffee with homemade Irish cream
Midday
- cheese fondue stuffed roasted pumpkin with gruyere and Dubliner
- Nordic apple juniper soup
The Feast
- Samin Nosrat’s buttermilk roasted chicken
- balsamic roasted potatoes & pearl onions
- delicata squash gratin with garlic, nutmeg, and peppery breadcrumbs
- buttered chanterelles
- pomegranate, celery, & walnut salad with apple cider vinaigrette
- pumpkin sage star bread
- y’know, wine
Card Game Sweets
- rosemary pear slab pie
- Chartreuse if ur brave
If anyone wants recipes/more savory details for any of these just lemme knoooow
absolute-lithops-emotion asked:
Yes these are the kinds of tasty allusions you could be getting in my ASOUE notes! And totes will I elaborate, this is only one of my most favorite & frequent topics. Most recently it came up over dinner with a friend, friend’s mom, and new friend, when we were obviously on the subject of Who Is Your Favorite Folk Hero, and I was like Mysterious Plan Hijacker D.B. Cooper and they were like, pardon?
So what you need to know up tops, as I explained to the table, is that Pacific Northwest folk heroes are so fucking weird and incredible. The northwest is a famously morbid off-kilter place that for the last century has been producing morbid off-kilter types after its own image. Think Bryan Fuller, or David Lynch, who is from western Montana, pretty borderline, but fully earned his belonging after proving in Twin Peaks how much he Gets It, in myriad ways but maybe most telling: in naming his characters after local Washington state legends. Harry Truman was not just the name of a U.S. President, but also the name of a man who with glorious and idiotic hubris unseen since Ancient Greece refused to leave his cabin on Mount St. Helens when it was going to erupt, and was summarily added to said mountain. And Dale Bartholomew Cooper, played by pure Washington son Kyle MacLachlan, was named for the neat, polite man in a black suit who hijacked a plane and leaped out into a rainstorm over a forest with a bag full of cash, never to be seen again.
So you probably know about D.B. Cooper, a story so perfect that just a couple years ago the F.B.I. finally called it quits because the mystery is just too good. But just in case: Back in the 1970s, the day before Thanksgiving, a man no one knows got on a plane in Portland, Oregon, ordered a bourbon & soda from one of the flight attendants, and calmly informed her that also he had a bomb in his attaché case and could she please alert the captain they were being ransomed? He paid in full for his drink, plus tip, and waited to land in Seattle to let off the passengers and bring on $200K and several parachutes. The plane took off again from Seattle, into a dark and rainy night. And when they cleared the clouds, the money, one parachute, and D.B. Cooper were gone.
Friend at dinner: “So, he died right?”
Me: “Oh definitely, he definitely died.”
But LEGENDS never die (folk hero!), so basically everyone in the PNW has a D.B. Cooper story. And in my humble opinion the best of them is the one my friend Lydia told me when we were working at the coffee shop one afternoon. Her uncle swears that he picked up a hitchhiker on his way to Thanksgiving dinner, the day after Cooper disappeared. He was driving down a road through the woods (so, any road in Washington state), and saw a man dressed in a rumpled black suit “holding a weird backpack” on the side of the road. The uncle picked him up, and then dropped him off again when he requested: at another nondescript patch of wooded road. He walked off into the trees.
But my favorite detail, my favorite favorite detail, is how her uncle described him there along the side of the road: “He was standing at an angle leaning into the wind,” he says— “But there was no wind.”
Me, one cocktail deep, gesturing intently at the table: “A ghooost!”
Hey we’re midway through October and I hadn’t shared this year’s spooky phone screen set
Previously (and currently gracing my Other Device)
Ah yes, those classic cold symptoms™
- orange juice tastes weird
- skin hurts
- showering 50/50 shot at easing congestion or drowning you
- when did I end up with two mugs of tea