archivesofamericanart:

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right? Whenever you hit happy hour, give Charles Green Shaw’s daiquiri recipe a try (delivered in rhyme so you can more easily remember it). If rum is not your style, try one of the other 26 cocktail recipes in Shaw’s delightful manuscript (link below) - anyone for a Stinger? A Topsy? A Shock Absorber or a Silver Streak?

Charles Green Shaw’s Rhymed recipes, 193-?. Charles Green Shaw papers, Archives of American Art, Smithsonian Institution.

Huzzah! I shall keep this and show it to bartenders that think a Daiquiri is made with a blender and have NO clue how to make the original, classic drink

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The very first time I saw you Harry, I recognised you immediately. Not by your scar, by your eyes. They’re your mother Lily’s. Oh yes, I knew her. Your mother was there for me at a time when no one else was. Not only was she a singularly gifted witch, she was also an uncommonly kind woman. She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves. Your father, James, however, had a certain, shall we say, talent for trouble. A talent, rumour has it, he passed onto you. You’re more like them than you know, Harry. In time you’ll come to see just how much.

I love this!

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jossisgod:

tomhiddleston-blog:

Clark Gregg not over it

MUST.ALWAYS.REBLOG. 

LOL!

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A metaphor of cultural appropriation for SFF writers.

maryrobinette:

A metaphor of cultural appropriation for SFF writers.

You know when a mainstream book goes really big, and it’s something that uses SF tropes. Like, for instance, if someone writes a books with vampires and then acts as though urban fantasy doesn’t exist. Her fans read it. They say, “OMG! These vampires that she’s invented are the best thing ever!”

And then they run across Dracula and are all, “Hey– this Stoker guy is totally ripping off vampires.…

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So much this.

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torrilla:

GAH

I think I might’ve broken my brain.

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gothiccharmschool:

Here they are, the last 4 reviews for the Only Lovers Left Alive scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab! Thank you again to the wonderful folks at BPAL for sending them to me. 

HAL: Saffron-infused bourbon vanilla, blackened honey, Kashmir wood, Atlas cedar, ambrette seed, hay, and Egyptian jasmine absolute

This opens with sweet fruits, sticky with dark honey. The Kashmir wood and Atlas cedar help tame the sweetness, while the saffron-infused bourbon vanilla adds a sharp, glimmering edge to the scent. It evokes my childhood imaginings of what the Turkish Delight the White Witch tempted Edmund smelled like.

THE EDGE OF DOOM:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

The night flight from Tangier: drops of spilled blood color the antiseptic, bland, plastic paleness of the fuselage, with violet leaf for longing, rosemary for reminiscences, and black opoponax for apprehension. This is a strangely compelling scent. It does have notes of blood and plastic, somehow. But those notes become a background for the creeping green notes of the violet leaf and rosemary. Something man-made, abandoned for years in an overgrown field. To me, this is the scent of being unable to concentrate because of sleep-deprivation. It’s not unpleasant, but it certainly feels like going round and round in lonely circles inside my own head.

DIAMOND STAR: Ambergris accord, guiac wood, white benzoin, immortelle, and Somalian myrrh

This is a scent is something that glitters. It’s not sharp or cold, but it is remote and twinkling. Distant warmth and light, as sweet and delicate as holiday lights seen through a frosty window.

 THE DIAMOND’S GONG: A celestial hymn, singing to Earth from fifty light years away: ten billion-trillion-trillion-carats of glittering white musk, with cognac, tagetes, white champaca, Gum Arabic, and davana

This smells like how I’ve always hoped champagne would taste. Sweet and glittering, with effervescent bubbles tickling your nose. This and Diamond Star are mirror images of each other, which is appropriate. Both are filled with light, but while Diamond Star is warm and hazy, The Diamond’s Gong has a shivery and metallic resonance to it.

Damn it. I wish I hadn’t seen this b/c budget.

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For a great Season 2.
Love, #CloneClub

Srsly, this season, omg filled with writey goodness!

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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

absolutely!

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