thebibliosphere:

thecuriousviolet:

breelandwalker:

nineprotons:

“Got the morbs” should be a thing.

Victorian slang is AMAZING, and select phrases really need to make a comeback.

“Bitch the pot” – Pour the tea (HOW RELEVANT IS THIS!?)

“Bang up the elephant” – Absolutely perfect; super stylish

“Well, that’s shot the bale” – Something that has missed the mark entirely

“Church-bell” – A woman prone to gossip

“Chuckaboo” – A dear friend, a bosom chum

“Beer and skittles” – A great time (see also: Irish Gaelic “craic”)

“Butter on bacon” – Something overdone or too extravagant

“Cupid’s kettle drums” – Breasts, particularly large ones

“Gigglemug” – A cheerful smiling face

All of these??? Make me smile??? They’re so weird and wonderful I love them??? Especially bitch the pot because that’s something I could totally hear myself saying…that and chuckaboo

I worked in a Victorian tea house in my youth and I’m telling you, you haven’t lived till you hear a the 98 year old lady (this was some 15 years ago) utter the words “bitch the pot” because it was what they used to say when the tea house first opened and it just sort of stuck through all the generations.

Um…I’m using all of these is my 00q story.

rabidchild67:

entrenous88 replied to your post:


ato-the-bean:

vulcan-science:

ok but what…

…that’s not chris’s hand feeding him, though, or is it?

I do not know–perhaps other beans can weigh in–but I’ma assume so until someone says differently

That was definitely my impression when I reblogged it back in 2015, but  I was but a mere wee innocent back then, with only a toe in this rabbit hole.  I may have been wrong.

Also, is he actually taking a bite of murder cupcake? because that would be a little meta

Few Words Wednesday

From my Pinto de Mayo fic, which is now up to 3100 words… O.O

12:35 a.m.

CP:  Zach?  

12:45 a.m.

CP:  Zach?  I’m getting worried.

12:48 a.m.

LLAP: I’m hree.  Sorry.  Ihd

LLAP: I had to put the phone down for a minute.

CP: It’s fine.  I canceled my meeting tomorrow.  I’m here if you need me.  I even have a pint of Jeni’s organic non-dairy salted caramel ice-cream I can bring over.  Or a bottle of scotch, if that’s more the thing.  Don’t tell my trainer.

LLAP: God, I should probably just sleep, but yeah.  Bring them over.  I’ll leave the door open a bit so you don’t have to knock or talk to the front desk.  Just come in.

CP: I’ll be there in 5.

ato-the-bean:

rabidchild67:

ato-the-bean:

semper-ama:

ato-the-bean:

pintoinlove:

AU Moments | Zach & Chris spend hours chatting on Skype

Who’s writing this? rabidchild67?  semper-ama? 

They look like they are each sitting in their mom’s kitchen…

I hope when it comes time for the Skype sex, they are no longer sitting in their mothers’ kitchens.

Yes, let’s hope they go to the basement rumpus room for that…

Unfortunately I think there is def breakfast nook Skype sex and later someone notices they didn’t clean up quite as well as they thought, like maybe they dropped a Kleenex under the table.

Write it! Omg please RC…

Oh, but you’re doing your word prompts… well if you want to do this instead of my word prompt, that’s cool too.  I’m just shaking my pompoms in your general direction.

rabidchild67:

ato-the-bean:

semper-ama:

ato-the-bean:

pintoinlove:

AU Moments | Zach & Chris spend hours chatting on Skype

Who’s writing this? rabidchild67?  semper-ama? 

They look like they are each sitting in their mom’s kitchen…

I hope when it comes time for the Skype sex, they are no longer sitting in their mothers’ kitchens.

Yes, let’s hope they go to the basement rumpus room for that…

Unfortunately I think there is def breakfast nook Skype sex and later someone notices they didn’t clean up quite as well as they thought, like maybe they dropped a Kleenex under the table.

Write it! Omg please RC…

ato-the-bean:

wintry-mix:

papa-quebec:

late night swimming

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago,
turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every street light reveals a picture in reverse
Still it’s so much clearer

I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago
The fear of getting caught
The recklessness in water
They cannot see me naked
These things they go away
Replaced by every day

Nightswimming,
remembering that night
September’s coming soon
I’m pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun?
The bright tide forever drawn
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me
This one laughing quietly
Underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects
Every street light a reminder
Nightswimming
Deserves a quiet night
Deserves a quiet night

Someone beat me to it.