Words by Kristina S. // Photography by Juliette Bélanger.
My Sunday mornings are almost always dedicated to relaxing with a good book and preparing brunch for a great group of people – sometimes friends, sometimes family, and sometimes both. Here’s a brief guide to the ultimate winter Sunday morning brunch:
On a cold winter morning, there’s nothing more comforting than a warm cup of tea or coffee and hot food. So always start by serving a round of hot tea or coffee on a tray with various sweeteners, creamers, and milk.
While you’re enjoying your hot beverage, begin mixing the batter for a round of light and fluffy pancakes. It’s Sunday morning and you have all day to relax so get creative: mix some berries, nuts, or spices like cinnamon or nutmeg into the batter. Serve with butter, syrup, honey, and toppings, such as whipped cream, nuts, and fruit.
While you’re cooking the pancakes, fry up a few pieces of bacon, sausage, or both in another pan. Brunch is never complete without breakfast meats!
If pancakes don’t melt away your taste buds, try making a delicious egg scramble instead. You can get just as fancy with egg scrambles by adding various cheeses, veggies, and spices such as salt and pepper! Tip: add a splash of milk to the eggs before scrambling them in a skillet. The milk will increase the egg’s fluffiness, creating a delicious texture to chew on.
The best thing about brunch is that you’ll be full for hours so the mess you make in the kitchen will be well worth it. Enjoy your Sunday morning brunch and company!
Disclaimer: brunch is just as awesome completely on your own. If you don’t have any company to share with, no worries – all the more for you to enjoy.
Ace pride at Oslo Pride 2016 parade, in the capitol of Norway. We didn’t know beforehand that there was an ace group, but then @withmoore and I saw the flags and joined them immediately.
There were only about 20 of us, but between us we handed out 1000 asexuality pamphlets. I handed out at least 100 of them myself.
I was also bolstered by the amount of nonbinary, trans and bisexual flags I saw, and stuff like having the Oslo police force walk in the parade in solidarity.
Beautiful weather, lovely group of people, and altogether great day!
Whatever else you might want to say about STAR WARS fandom, I have SO MUCH AFFECTION for it, there are so many people writing really good stories and drawing really beautiful art and coming up with really great scenarios and especially in PT fandom there’s a group of people that I never have to apologize for being a fan of the prequels. I don’t have to feel like I’m expected to preface everything with qualifiers, instead I can just whole-heartedly embrace what I love and that it’s good for me, that I honestly enjoy it genuinely, that this part of fandom absolutely embraces the good and loves these characters and this world/galaxy with me.
Every time I sink into a really good fic, when I come out of it, I remember, yes, I am so glad to be here, I’m so glad there are others who are filled with just as much genuine love for these characters as I am. So here’s another list of fics that give me that happy, fizzy feeling of being in a fandom I love. (Fic recs every Wednesday.)
STAR WARS FIC RECS: ✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, 91.9k wip Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness. ✦ Capture and Release by Rocket_Sith, obi-wan/anakin, some bondage, 13.9k wip Anakin’s past comes back to haunt him unexpectedly during a mission. What starts as Obi-Wan’s attempt to help him face his fears takes on a life of its own and evolves into so much more. ✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 97.3k wip In which Anakin recognises the Council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid ass decision, he elects to ignore it. ✦ untitled by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, ~1k prompt: 40. exes meeting again after not speaking for years au ✦ Time To Go by light_mantled_albatross, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 19.7k A version of the “Anakin doesn’t find Ventress at the end of season 5, with the result that Ahsoka gets Dramatically Sentenced To Death” plotline. ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin, 4.4k ask: do Anakin and Obi-Wan FINALLY talk after Anakin’s panic attack? Even a little?? ✦ Echoes of Mortis by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka, 67.3k Post-Mortis Arc AU. In a universe where the Father failed to take away Anakin’s vision of the future, the Hero With No Fear struggles with the knowledge of what he will become and the knowledge of who, exactly, is responsible. Drastic steps are taken and in the process things go a little bit…sideways. ✦ Conspiracy Theorist Obi-Wan Kenobi by tcf-dendral, obi-wan & cast, 1.1k His hindsight, Obi-Wan thinks, was not twenty-twenty in this instance, and he wishes he had thought ahead to the possible consequences of what seemed like an inconsequential action at the time. Mostly, he would do better in the future to remember how information, true or not, tends to spread like wildfire across the HoloNet. ✦ untitled by phosphorescent-naidheachd, padme & cast, ~1k Picture Padmé – not a Sith, not particularly Force sensitive, but Palpatine’s protégé and confidant nonetheless. ✦ Do Not Compel Me So by Mithrigil, anakin & cast, 1k Anakin has always had an easy time getting what he wants. (He never means to do it.) ✦ untitled by cadesama, anakin & aphra, 1k windona asked: Prompt: Pre-ESB, Vader has a chance to send a message to Luke without Luke knowing it’s Vader. ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & palpatine, 1.4k prompt: Obi-Wan gets a bit grumpy with a droid. He shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t - Jedi ways and all that. But it’s private and he has too much to deal with without an analysis droid rating his performance as Chancellor ✦ Let your heart be light by imaginedestiel, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.1k Obi-Wan does his best to keep Anakin warm while they celebrate a little time off together. ✦ hold the harmony (breathe) by engmaresh, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 1.7k Of course their ship crashed. Of course there’s a blizzard, with no hope for immediate help. But they’ve got blankets, food, and well, each other. In which Anakin and Padme invite Obi-Wan into their bed blanket fort. ✦ Death’s Shade by Susan Zell, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 30.9k A devious plot by the enemy is initiated that could wipe out the Jedi without firing a weapon, leaving Obi-wan Kenobi fighting for his last breath as Anakin races to save him.
Tokyo Ghoul gives a great message that you shouldn’t judge a group of people by the few bad seeds of the group. That you should fight for the chance to make a real difference in the world. Along with smaller messages to live to see what comes next, that you don’t have to be a hero to be special, that you can be loved by so many people and not realize it, that fighting means nothing if it isn’t for something, that the strong is those who understand that they are weak and so so so much more
Info: Daryl and (Y/N) divorced shortly before the apocalypse. This is when (Y/N) realized she was pregnant with his child. Years later, she and her daughter, Rosalie, found their way to a community named Alexandria where they meet familiar faces.
Warnings: mentions of abortion, swearing
“H-hello, I’m Aaron-” A man said as he approached me and my daughter with hands raised.
My hand went to my gun and I held it to him, I pushed Rosalie behind me.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“I’ve been watching you guys for quite a while and you seem like you’d be a good addition to our community. We’ve got a group of great people, loads of supplies, solar energy, water, food. I-I’ve got pictures” He rambled, trying to get words out quick enough so I wouldn’t shoot him.
My mind went to Daryl. Could he possibly be there? I doubted he wanted to see me but one last glance was all I needed. My daughter to finally put a face to the man I tell her about every day. She was around 10 now and curiosity got the best of her.
“Hello?” Aaron asked.
“We’ll go. I drive” I demand.
“Okay” He told me with a small smile.
He told me of a large group who had joined them a few years ago. They had been on the road for months on end. He didn’t give any details on anyone, I guess no one stood out. I’d like to think Daryl was apart of that group but he could very well not be. It’s been years. He could’ve moved on, had other kids and settled down somewhere else, not even giving a second thought about me.
“Do you think Daddy will be there?” Rosalie asked me from the back seat.
“I-I don’t know, hun. We’ll just have to see” I say giving her a weak smile with tears begging to fall.
“Your husband?” Aaron asked.
“My ex” I said tersely, not wanting to linger on the topic.
When we arrived, Aaron opened the gates for me to drive in and park alongside the wall. I got out and made sure Rosalie was next to me, never to far. I walked behind Aaron.
“The original leader died a few years back, since then Rick took over, that’s who you’ll be seeing” Aaron tells me “He’s a bit skeptical of newbies since the Saviors, but that’s over now and we’re trying to regain the number we lost when they were around. So just hang in there and don’t take anything too personal”
“Thanks a lot” I say with a genuine smile.
He led us to a house where Rick was staying. Rick had me join him inside so he could talk to me.
“I’m Rick, Rick Grimes. You are?” He asked.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” I say.
“Who’s the kid you’ve got?” He asked with a smile.
“My daughter, Rosalie Dixon” I say smiling back.
His face seemed to change at the mention of Dixon, his body shifted but he shrugged it off.
“Your buddy spying on me and my daughter isn’t very cool” I say.
“He did the same with me and my group. I’d get why you’re skeptical, but I’ve made this place home and I think you can. We only watch to make sure you’d be an asset and are a decent person”
“Who were the Saviors, Aaron brought them up” I ask with furrowed brows.
“Bad people run by an even worse person, took two of our own, they both made it back though. But they’re gone now and you shouldn’t be worried about them. I’ve got three questions for you though”
“I’m ready” I say eager to start a new life here, a good one, for Rosalie and I.
“How many walkers have you killed?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“A good dozen or two” I answer honestly
“They weren’t good, tried to hurt me or my daughter”
“Welcome to Alexandria, (Y/N). I’ll set you up a house and have Aaron show you around” He said with a smile.
“Thanks” I smile.
Aaron walked around, showing me the complex. I hoped to run into Daryl somewhere in the streets. Rosalie held up the picture of him I kept.
“This is Dad, right?” She asks.
“Yeah, why?” I ask.
“Just in case I see him, I want to know what he looks like”
“I’ll know” I say with a soft smile.
I looked up and I saw him. It felt unreal. He looked so different, but he didn’t change a bit. He bulked up, his hair grew, he had somewhat of a beard. He looked great, that was the man I loved, that is the man I love. I didn’t know what to do. Would I say hi? Would he say hi? He wore a ring, on his left hand ring finger. I hoped he wore it because he considered himself married to me still, not another woman. I wore my ring around my neck on a chain. He left me but I never stopped loving him. Maybe he regretted it. I hoped he did and he’d take me and Rosalie back. I gave her his last name since I legally wasn’t allowed to use it anymore. Instead of speaking or walking past him I thought it’d be a better idea to stare. He was walking with a man with long hair with a middle part (it’s Jesus). They were in a decent conversation, maybe about a meeting or trade. The man pointed over at me.
“Shit” I whispered softly and looked at the ground.
“(Y/N)?” I heard his voice and a tear fell.
I looked up at him, he held a serious demeanor until he really saw me. His face turned into a frown and a few tears fell. His hair was covering a good part of his eyes. He walked to me, seeing I was frozen, and wrapped his arms around me. I choked out a sob.
“I-I’m so sorry” I said.
“Don’t be, no, please no” Daryl ran a hand down my back.
“I thought you were dead” I said.
“I’m not, I’m right here, right now” He pulled back and looked at me “I never took it off, even after I signed the papers” He said looking at his ring.
“It hurt to see it everyday after what happened but I couldn’t let it go” I said honestly.
“Who’s that?” He asked me in a hushed tone.
“I’m your daughter” Rosalie answered proudly.
She had memorized every part of that picture. She knew his face, even if he was thinner and had short hair, she knew her dad. She wrapped herself around him.
“I didn’t know” He said.
“Me either, when I did, it was too late” I say tearing up.
“Shh, we can talk later, for now, let’s be a family, yeah?”
After I put Rosalie to bed I went to the living room. Daryl told me to meet him there to talk.
“I’m so sorry” He said as soon as he saw me.
“Leaving you, especially when you were pregnant” He tells me with sad eyes.
“I was going to get rid of it, but I know that was my only part of you I’d have left, so I kept her, I don’t regret it at all”
“I still love you, (Y/N)” Daryl blurted out.
He was still his socially awkward self.
“I love you too, not a day went by without me thinking of you. I showed Rosalie that photo of you every night since birth and told her what a great man he father was, is” I corrected myself.
“I told Rick about you all the time. Carol also, she never heard the end of it.I’d tell her how great you were and how much I loved you. That no matter what happened, I’d never love anyone like I loved you and so on”
“I’m glad I came back with that odd man”
“Me too” He nodded and kissed my cheek, making sure not to rush into anything.
I just knew whatever happened here from here on out would be good, as long as I had Daryl and Rosalie.
Okay so now that I have a clear head and a moment to sit down and type, I want to share my experience from Monday night!
First thank you @mrschiltoncat for getting me out of my cave and inviting me to go! I really appreciate it! It’s been a rough few months but this was awesome!
So we arrive at Joe’s Pub about an hour before the show and take our seats right up front. I was holding it together for most of the show but inside I have to admit I was freaking out! We were so close! Holy crap! Honestly any seat in the pub would have rocked. It was small and very intimate. Wonderful place! And the ASTEP people are awesome! It’s a great group of people who do amazing things for kids! They are worth supporting 100%!
Raul was the last individual performer to come out and he was INCREDIBLE! He sang two songs. Hearing Hallelujah live and in person is truly like no other! It was other worldly. This song, even though Raul said it’s about a masochistic relationship, describes the pain and hurt I think many of us are feeling right now. The way he sings it, I think taps into the true meaning that Leonard Cohen was going for. While he was singing it, I was in awe. I had chills. Our guy can freaking sing! Damn!
His next song was a salsa inspired version of O Holy Night. This is one of my favorite Christmas songs and I loved the twist on it. Raul got into it and shook his hips a bit. You can take the boy out of the Caribbean but you can’t take the Caribbean out of the boy. It was great!
After the concert was over, @mrschiltoncat and I rushed out to meet Raul who was standing in the lobby of the theatre. When we got to talk to him I handed him three awesome drawings from @larkistin! A Barson one, a Bobby one, and a Jonas one. And he loved them! I loved the Bobby one the best it seemed. We got to talk to him for what seemed like a long time. It was awesome!
We also asked why he likes to sing barefoot. He told us that it was something he started doing in college and he just felt comfortable doing it so it stuck. So now we know why he sings barefoot and when it started. Ha!
We got talking about what a difficult year this has been all around and he mentioned how it had been for family related issues. I said same here. He turned to me and said, “Oh no! You too?” I told him how I lost my mom in September. He reached out and hugged me and told me how sorry he was. He mentioned how he was dealing with some health issues with his mom and how it was scary for him. He had spent the past week in Miami dealing with it. So when we have an upcoming episode without Raul, this is likely the cause of it.
I told him how my mom and I watched SVU every week and Barba’s our favorite character. He told me that it meant a lot to him. I told him how his music and performances have helped me through hard times in the past and they are helping me through them now. I rolled up my sleeves and said I’m the tattoo girl you met at Cymbeline last year. He smiled and he said he remembered. And he hugged me again.
I also had a chance to ask him in person about the book @skittle479 and I along with the assistance of the good folks of the Esparza fandom put together for his birthday last year. He said he loved it and was very moved by it. It sits in his dressing room on a self with items he got from the fans including the two penguins @adarafaelbarbas and I got him…aka Mr. Barba’s penguins, Chilton’s business card, a flask for Barba, a Fordham Law hat (or maybe a pin), and the book that @mrschiltoncat got him.
One of the ladies who was standing with us mentioned the present she got him which was the two photos Raul took at the Jersey Shore of the sunrise and the double rainbow. Raul and I talked about how rare it was for us to see full rainbows on the east coast. We both had seen them in Moab, Utah area. It’s awesome him and I share that connection!
Before Raul had to leave for the night, we got our picture taken with him and got one more hug. He’s truly a wonderful kindhearted person. I think he would have stayed all night if someone didn’t pull him away. He is so nice to his fans. The hugs he gave me…I wish I could describe it properly. They made me feel like for the first time in months everything would be okay. They are truly medicine!
fr @fantasyjohncena !!!! hang in there, n try to surround urself w people who make u feel great all the time !!!! youre gay?? thats fucking GREAT man, that rules !!!!!! you’re awesome and no ones silly, stupid, ridiculous opinion can change that !!!!!!!!!
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Me: You’ve still got Jim Beaver who is gonna be sticking around as far as I can tell… Also Timeless is awesome so shush. Enjoy it. Its got a lot of plot drawn out at this point, so maybe start at the beginning, but enjoy the history and the cast.
It’s sad that groups don’t get popular off of their talent but more for what company they come from because as soon as SM/YG/JYP announces they’re releasing a new group everyone is all like “OMG I can’t wait!!! Another group to Stan!!!!!!”
But then when a smaller company makes the same announcement, it’s the same old shit about “All these nugu groups!! Nobody has even heard of this company before!!” I’m just saying…
Second part to Prom as requested! After the break out, Daryl doesn’t get to see the reader and she doesn’t get to see him. This is what happens after.
Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood/mild gore, smut
Note: I tried third-person writing so sorry if it’s not too good.Also smut! Who am I? trying two new things at once, hope I didn’t fuck up too bad.
Two years after their prom. Two years after she made the first move. Two years after she kissed Daryl. Two years and she hasn’t seen him.
Daryl found himself in a prison with a great group of people but not a day passed without him missing you. All he could do was wonder if she was still around, alive to be specific. He spent his days on watch, it took some convincing to get him down for meals and to sleep. You were stuck in his mind, that’s when he realized he loved you. He needed closure, walker or alive, he needed to see her again.
She was safe, she found a community, Woodbury. She didn’t like it one bit but thought if Michonne could make it out, so could she. She could use the governors play thing, Andrea, for help or just leave herself. Which is what she did. She slipped through a breach in the wall and slipped away into the darkness. Andrea spoke of a prison a few miles away so that’s where she was headed. The first walker she saw she took down, penetrated through its head with a knife. As it laid, officially, dead she cut its stomach open and covered herself in its guts. She learned the trick from a fortunate walker battle.
She walked until day break and found the spoken of prison. Through the walkers she made her way to the fence. She probably looked like one of them but hopefully someone notice her stillness and non-decaying skin. Someone did, a little boy and a woman with brown hair.
“Someone get Rick!” The woman shouted as she opened a gate.
The woman held a gun to her face but she stood strong and fearless, waiting for Rick.
Daryl heard Ricks’ name called and felt the need to accompany. He was eating lunch so he wasn’t on watch and wondered what he had missed. Either way, he was Ricks’ right hand man. He stepped outside to see Maggie holding a gun to a woman covered in blood and guts. He ran a little behind Rick to meet Maggie, and the unknown woman. When he got there he made eye contact with her and her eyes lit up. It was her, (Y/N), his high school sweetheart in the flesh. He turned around in disbelief.
She wrapped her arms around his back. She didn’t care if she would be shot now, she found him. He let out a soft cry but it turned into a smile. He twisted in her arms so her head now rested on his chest. He looked at the top of her head with tears, he was so happy. She pulled away and held his face in her hands.
“I thought you were dead, Daryl Dixon” She breathed.
“Still the awkward boy I spent prom with” she said softly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He asked just wanting to leave this tense moment and be alone with her.
After she had cleaned up she found Daryl in his room.
“Better?” She asked as now she was clean.
“Yes” Daryl said with a smile.
She sat on his bed and kissed him. He kissed back, hard. Something about not seeing the person you love in two years really heats things up.
“I love you” She panted and started kissing down Daryls’ neck.
“I-I love you too” he replied.
She straddled his hips and started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing up his torso as each button came undone underneath her fingertips. Daryl was still shy, awkward and wouldn’t make any risque moves. She pushed his sleeve off and he sat up to take it off. His lips reattached with hers and he ran his hands along her spine and to her hips.
“Take off my shirt, Daryl” she said breathlessly “It’s okay” She added in a whisper.
He ran his hands under her shirt and lifted it over her head. She assisted him by lifting her arms above her head. She took off her bra so he wouldn’t have to fumble with shaky hands and clumsy fingertips. Daryl put himself in control and flipped her underneath him, she giggled in excitement and surprise. He took off her pants, his confidence obviously growing. Then moved to take off her underwear. He looked at her in front of him in her true state. She was beautiful, more than just a beautiful face and body but personality too.
“What?” She asked.
“You’re beautiful” He said and kissed up her body.
“Daryl” she whispered and he looked up at her from her torso.
She brought his face to hers.
“Just fuck me already” She said.
Daryl fumbled with a belt, now nervous at her demands. Once he was stripped he leaned his body over hers. He lined himself up with her and slid himself in. She moaned loudly, so loud she had to muffle it with her hand. He stood still letting herself adjust.
“Go” She assured him.
And he did. He started pumping in and out of her. Not fast enough to make this just a fuck, but each thrust had meaning, purpose. He wanted to give himself to her in every way. He held eye contact as he saw how much pleasure she was in.
“Faster” She moaned.
Daryl did so.
“I’m close, Daryl” She moaned once again.
She brought her hand to her clit and rubbed it to help her reach her orgasm. She bit down on his shoulder as she came, her body writhed with pleasure. Daryl pulled out and finished on her lower stomach with a groan.
“Fuck” he groaned.
Still coming down he shakily reaches for a tissue and cleans her up.
“What a gentleman” She said with a smile.
“Only for my lady” He said and laid down next to her.
He turned her to they were face to face.
“I’m so glad you’re alive” She whispered, placing a hand on his face.
“Me too” He said.
“I missed you so much, you have no idea. My only reason to keep going was to find you”
“I stayed on watch, all day. They had to drag me down every now and then to get me to sleep. I waited for you every god damn day”
“What’d you do to me, Daryl Dixon?” She asked jokingly.
“Somethin right, I guess” He said with a smirk and kissed her forehead.
Just putting this out there as a possibility . Sam did say he wanted to climb Kilimanjaro by years end and he’s off the rest of this month. Great way to climb with a great group of people surrounding him. He’d be very fortunate to be a part of it .