Another call for assistance with certain fics that really should have been done by now

angiefsutton:

azriona:

angiefsutton:

azriona:

Hi, guys, I need some help!  So…in the Medieval Omegaverse, James Moriarty is the Earl of Mansfield.  (Yes, that’s his earldom.  Yes, there’s a reason.  No, I’m not going to tell you what it is.)

At the moment, I’ve been calling his place of residence the “Manor House”, mostly as a stand-in because I am lazy and hate coming up with names for things.  I suppose I could call it “Mansfield Park”….but that’d just be silly.

So…name the house.  Note that the actual Earl of Mansfield’s place of residence is Scone Palace.  (There really is an Earl of Mansfield, but that line wasn’t created until 500 years after when this story takes place, so I don’t feel a need to stick to historical accuracy in this regard.  The palace, while it looks really cool, is a bit fancier than I had in mind, and also is in Scotland.  Besides, “Scone Palace” sounds a little like a slightly over-focused bakery.)

Questions from my SO who has a bit of an bad past who I turn to with questions like this:

1) Is it an ancestral home?

2) Is it a keep, or an actual home?

3) Where is it located? 

4) Anyone living at this manor other than him? (i.e., is it a place for him to live, or a place for him to sleep)

5) If he’s an alpha, does he keep any of his omegas in-house?

6) Is it a private playground, or is it his sanctuary?

Oh, man.  I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE PUSH BACK.  *claps hands together in glee*

1) Is it an ancestral home?

Not exactly.  It’s probably no more than about 100 years old, and has been added to over the years.  Moriarty is the first of his line to live there but he’s not the first resident, and I doubt he renamed it.  Or maybe he did.  I’m good either way.

2) Is it a keep, or an actual home?

Actual house.  I haven’t hit on a good photo of what’s in my head yet, but these aren’t bad references.

3) Where is it located? 

Central England.  That’s about as specific as I want to be, for ficcy purposes.

4) Anyone living at this manor other than him? (i.e., is it a place for him to live, or a place for him to sleep)

Yes!  He’s the only family member, but there are also household servants and about 8-12 knights/guardsmen.

5) If he’s an alpha, does he keep any of his omegas in-house?

Nope. He has no omegas at present.  I probably should consider that as an issue, but I’m going to leave it be for now.

6) Is it a private playground, or is it his sanctuary?

 Hmm.  I’m going to say sanctuary, of a sort.  It’s definitely where he feels safest.

Quoting my SO:

Since it’s central England, that means it’s going to have a Norman-esque influence, not Celtic - so not Caer. Seeing it’s a sanctuary, it has a feeling of an Abbey. So, I will use that somehow, especially as that taunts God in the name. It also feels like a lodge, so…

I can feel his ego taking on, so yes, he does change the name. It was an abbey before, but ….

So, Bitterthorne Abbey or Bitterthorne Lodge.

Or Thistledown Abbey/Lodge.

If he doesn’t have ‘his pets’ (i.e., the omegas) there, he won’t - he’ll have separate housing for them. “A master never keeps his dogs in his bedchamber, but they’re always close by for when he wants to hunt.” I can see him referring to the omegas quarters as the kennel. 

I almost see a converted choir loft as a place where sometimes he ‘plays’.

~~~~~~~

Sometimes, it’s fun having a SO who not only has had a past, but is also an actor. ;-)

Except would Abbey be appropriate for the name of the house before the Reformation?  Remember this is the 13th century, so the Catholic Church is still around - any abbeys in existence would still have housed the nuns and monks and other religious personnel.  

I also want to protest Lodge, if only because it brings to mind kitchy 1970s ski lodges, and all the hair that comes with them.  That might just be me, though.

That said…I really like Bitterthorne.  And the idea of Moriarty playing with his “pets” in the converted choir loft…oh damn.  If your SO has inadvertently made this fic even longer, I am going to be EXTREMELY annoyed.

I have finally had a chance to read and decided to start with Mise en Place. It and your baking blogs have also spurred me to begin baking again. My house smells of cinnamon and pumpkin and I thank you for the inspiration to start something I enjoy again.

*

You have no idea how happy hearing stuff like this makes me.  I wrote Mise because I wanted to write a big, epiccy fic, and I knew the only way I was going to be able to sustain something of that length was if I wrote something I knew really well.  I can’t say I know how television shows – much less reality television shows – are made, because I’ve never worked in television, or been on one.  And I’ve never worked in a restaurant, either. 

But I love cooking, and I love all those cooking shows, even the hokey ones.  They always make me want to cook, and I figured…why not?  I could write about that.

The fact that people are reading Mise and enjoying it – that totally makes my day, don’t get me wrong.  But I never in a million years expected that people would also walk away wanting to cook.  And not just cook the recipes I posted along with the story – but their own creations, things they remembered making from years before, or things they’d always wanted to try.  Or even things they hadn’t expected to try, but somehow found the courage to put random ingredients together to make something special and new.

Every time I get a review or see someone saying that Mise has inspired them to cook or bake – or hell, just put together their own sandwich – that’s like, the best and most unexpected gift anyone could give me. 

Cinnamon and pumpkin!  What a marvelous combination.  I might have to do some more baking tomorrow with them in mind.  I hope your kitchens always smell so delicious.

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Another call for assistance with certain fics that really should have been done by now

angiefsutton:

azriona:

Hi, guys, I need some help!  So…in the Medieval Omegaverse, James Moriarty is the Earl of Mansfield.  (Yes, that’s his earldom.  Yes, there’s a reason.  No, I’m not going to tell you what it is.)

At the moment, I’ve been calling his place of residence the “Manor House”, mostly as a stand-in because I am lazy and hate coming up with names for things.  I suppose I could call it “Mansfield Park”….but that’d just be silly.

So…name the house.  Note that the actual Earl of Mansfield’s place of residence is Scone Palace.  (There really is an Earl of Mansfield, but that line wasn’t created until 500 years after when this story takes place, so I don’t feel a need to stick to historical accuracy in this regard.  The palace, while it looks really cool, is a bit fancier than I had in mind, and also is in Scotland.  Besides, “Scone Palace” sounds a little like a slightly over-focused bakery.)

Questions from my SO who has a bit of an bad past who I turn to with questions like this:

1) Is it an ancestral home?

2) Is it a keep, or an actual home?

3) Where is it located? 

4) Anyone living at this manor other than him? (i.e., is it a place for him to live, or a place for him to sleep)

5) If he’s an alpha, does he keep any of his omegas in-house?

6) Is it a private playground, or is it his sanctuary?

Oh, man.  I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE PUSH BACK.  *claps hands together in glee*

1) Is it an ancestral home?

Not exactly.  It’s probably no more than about 100 years old, and has been added to over the years.  Moriarty is the first of his line to live there but he’s not the first resident, and I doubt he renamed it.  Or maybe he did.  I’m good either way.

2) Is it a keep, or an actual home?

Actual house.  I haven’t hit on a good photo of what’s in my head yet, but these aren’t bad references.

3) Where is it located? 

Central England.  That’s about as specific as I want to be, for ficcy purposes.

4) Anyone living at this manor other than him? (i.e., is it a place for him to live, or a place for him to sleep)

Yes!  He’s the only family member, but there are also household servants and about 8-12 knights/guardsmen.

5) If he’s an alpha, does he keep any of his omegas in-house?

Nope. He has no omegas at present.  I probably should consider that as an issue, but I’m going to leave it be for now.

6) Is it a private playground, or is it his sanctuary?

 Hmm.  I’m going to say sanctuary, of a sort.  It’s definitely where he feels safest.

amphigoricsymphony:

Alright, here’s the deal. Since we got a bunch of new, wonderful followers, I’m giving away a set of those little felt ornaments up there. The Purple Shirt of Sex and John’s Oatmeal Jumper.

I’m also giving away a suit of your choice, for a device of your choice. (If I have/can source the material easily.) The examples above are Moriarty’s Westwood from the pool scene and Mycroft’s striped suit (though Mycroft’s is only half finished in the picture, you can see where it’s going!) both of those in particular are sized for the regular kindle.

(And forgive the Westwood, he’s a prototype and the one I use on a regular basis) 

I can do the suit in most any size, though if you have a massive laptop, making a sleeve might be a bit hard. But definitely any sort of tablet/e-reader/most phones/etc.

Rules:

  • Must be following us here at the co-author blog since this is for our lovely followers
  • Must have your ask open.
  • Reblogs and likes count, but please don’t spam people
  • No giveaway blogs
  • I will check that you’re following.
  • You have to be willing to give me your address.
  • I’ll ship worldwide, but I will use the cheapest option. Please don’t be angry if your free thing takes a while to get to you if overseas.
  • if you reblog with a sideblog, please @with your main blog you follow us with
  • Giveaway ends Monday night, September 29th at midnight EST time (East Coast USA) 
  • Two winners, first winner gets choice between ornaments or case
  • First winner will be contacted by midnight EST September 30th
  • You will have 48 hours to respond before I move to the next person

Thanks so much for supporting our fic and general goofing off, everyone. We love you all!

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dduane:

The Hunger Games. Pride and Prejudice. And Then There Were None. The Scarlet Letter. And The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

SECOND.

emerald-avenger:

tarteauxfraises:

kendrajbean:

In the mid-1930s, an Australian journalist visited Germany to report on the rise of fascism and interview Adolf Hitler. The atrocities she saw there, which included the public beating of Jews, forever changed the course of her young life. Nancy Wake, who died Sunday at age 98, would spend World War II fighting Nazism tooth and nail, saving thousands of Allied lives, winding up at the top of the Gestapo’s most-wanted list and ultimately receiving more decorations than any other servicewoman.
Wake made her way from Spain to Britain, where she convinced special agents to train her as a spy and guerilla operative. In April 1944 she parachuted into France to coordinate attacks on German troops and installations prior to the D-Day invasion, leading a band of 7,000 resistance fighters. In order to earn the esteem of the men under her command, she reportedly challenged them to drinking contests and would inevitably drink them under the table. But her fierceness alone may have won her enough respect: During the violent months preceding the liberation of Paris, Wake killed a German guard with a single karate chop to the neck, executed a women who had been spying for the Germans, shot her way out of roadblocks and biked 70 hours through perilous Nazi checkpoints to deliver radio codes for the Allies. (via)



I’m going to keep talking about this until you all buy her god damn biography. Because I don’t think you guys understand.
She was NUMBER ONE on the Gestapo’s most wanted list during the war.  There was a 5 MILLION FRANC prize on her head.
They called her the White Mouse because of her skill for escaping certain death. 
She was parachuting into a camp once and got tangled in a tree. A French soldier saw her flailing around and said, “I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year.” She answered only, “Don’t give me that French shit.”
She would smuggle messages, food, and supplies in a supply truck and when she passed German posts she’d wink at the soldiers and say, “Do you want to search me?” They never did.
She found out at one point that her men had been hiding a female German spy, protecting her. The rule was to kill them, but the men didn’t have the heart. But Nancy Wake did. And she never regretted it.
When she killed a man with her bare hands, it was an SS sentry who’d spotted her and she killed him to prevent him from raising the alarm during the raid. She would later say of it, “They’d taught us this judo-chop stuff with the flat of the hand at SOE, and I practiced away at it. But this was the only time I used it - whack - and it killed him all right. I was really surprised.”
She died in 2011, 3 weeks before her 99th birthday.
If you don’t think Nancy Wake deserves a movie and a TV show and all the damn recognition in the world, you’re wrong. 

emerald-avenger:

tarteauxfraises:

kendrajbean:

In the mid-1930s, an Australian journalist visited Germany to report on the rise of fascism and interview Adolf Hitler. The atrocities she saw there, which included the public beating of Jews, forever changed the course of her young life. Nancy Wake, who died Sunday at age 98, would spend World War II fighting Nazism tooth and nail, saving thousands of Allied lives, winding up at the top of the Gestapo’s most-wanted list and ultimately receiving more decorations than any other servicewoman.

Wake made her way from Spain to Britain, where she convinced special agents to train her as a spy and guerilla operative. In April 1944 she parachuted into France to coordinate attacks on German troops and installations prior to the D-Day invasion, leading a band of 7,000 resistance fighters. In order to earn the esteem of the men under her command, she reportedly challenged them to drinking contests and would inevitably drink them under the table. But her fierceness alone may have won her enough respect: During the violent months preceding the liberation of Paris, Wake killed a German guard with a single karate chop to the neck, executed a women who had been spying for the Germans, shot her way out of roadblocks and biked 70 hours through perilous Nazi checkpoints to deliver radio codes for the Allies. (via)

I’m going to keep talking about this until you all buy her god damn biography. Because I don’t think you guys understand.

She was NUMBER ONE on the Gestapo’s most wanted list during the war.  There was a 5 MILLION FRANC prize on her head.

They called her the White Mouse because of her skill for escaping certain death. 

She was parachuting into a camp once and got tangled in a tree. A French soldier saw her flailing around and said, “I hope that all the trees in France bear such beautiful fruit this year.” She answered only, “Don’t give me that French shit.”

She would smuggle messages, food, and supplies in a supply truck and when she passed German posts she’d wink at the soldiers and say, “Do you want to search me?” They never did.

She found out at one point that her men had been hiding a female German spy, protecting her. The rule was to kill them, but the men didn’t have the heart. But Nancy Wake did. And she never regretted it.

When she killed a man with her bare hands, it was an SS sentry who’d spotted her and she killed him to prevent him from raising the alarm during the raid. She would later say of it, “They’d taught us this judo-chop stuff with the flat of the hand at SOE, and I practiced away at it. But this was the only time I used it - whack - and it killed him all right. I was really surprised.”

She died in 2011, 3 weeks before her 99th birthday.

If you don’t think Nancy Wake deserves a movie and a TV show and all the damn recognition in the world, you’re wrong. 

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Another call for assistance with certain fics that really should have been done by now

Hi, guys, I need some help!  So…in the Medieval Omegaverse, James Moriarty is the Earl of Mansfield.  (Yes, that’s his earldom.  Yes, there’s a reason.  No, I’m not going to tell you what it is.)

At the moment, I’ve been calling his place of residence the “Manor House”, mostly as a stand-in because I am lazy and hate coming up with names for things.  I suppose I could call it “Mansfield Park”….but that’d just be silly.

So…name the house.  Note that the actual Earl of Mansfield’s place of residence is Scone Palace.  (There really is an Earl of Mansfield, but that line wasn’t created until 500 years after when this story takes place, so I don’t feel a need to stick to historical accuracy in this regard.  The palace, while it looks really cool, is a bit fancier than I had in mind, and also is in Scotland.  Besides, “Scone Palace” sounds a little like a slightly over-focused bakery.)

aprillikesthings:

thescienceofobsession:

I don’t tag my queue posts so you never know if I’m really here or not I’m a tumblr ninja

I’m queuing this post (because it’s true for me as well!) which means you’ll see it in, like, three weeks.

a discussion on sexual orientation

  • me: *explaining various sexual orientations to a classmate*
  • classmate: wait, what's polyamory?
  • me: well, it's when someone has more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved.
  • professor: *overhears from front of class*
  • professor: that is d i s g u s t i n g
  • me: *defensively* um, actually, no it's--
  • professor: how DARE they put a greek prefix on a latin root like that?! What right do they have to decimate my beautiful antiquated languages?!?! GREEK AND LATIN DO NOT FRATERNIZE THIS IS LIKE THAT STUPID ROMANTIC SUBPLOT BETWEEN THAT DWARF AND THAT ELF IN THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • me: ....
  • professor: it should be polyerosy

robofists-revenge:

I once went to the Renaissance Fair dressed as Marty McFly, and nobody got the joke.

That will forever be one of the most disappointing moments in my life.

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There’s an east wind coming.

There’s an east wind coming.

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Many replies to the Milano Cookie Posts

auntiesuze replied to your photo “Homemade Milano cookies. TAKE THAT, Pepperidge Farm!”

Damn, those look good. I’m jonesing for some cookies. Maybe I’ll make some lumberjacks - they’re super easy. :)

I hate to admit, I’ve never made lumberjacks before.  Should I?

allthethingsjensays reblogged this from azriona and added:

So I fail at tumblr… WHY?! Want so bad.

I want to know why you think you fail at tumblr!  The cookie may look good, but one cannot actually eat it through one’s screen.  (I might speak from experience on this one.)

eyes-like-the-afghan-night-sky said: 

Can I have one? They’ll survive being posted to the UK, right? ;)

Probably not - they seem pretty fragile.  I accidentally dropped one and it shattered.  So sad.  I can try sending brownies, though.

nichellen said: 

I’m going to admit that I just glanced at these photos and thought it was one of those “nailed it” photo-sets. On closer inspection I’m so glad that the second photo isn’t…. charred cookie remains, lol :-) chocolate is MUCH better…

BWAHAHAHAHA.  Yeah, chocolate is definitely better.

acafanmom said: 

You make the prettiest things. :)

You write the most intelligent things, so I think we’re even.  :)  (And thank you!)

corpsereviver2:

gorryb:

Johnlock and SH Aus (otter-hedgehog, bear, mochi)

…ovO”

This is absolutely adorable and made me grin so big.

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pintoinlove:

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