this particular morning is for snuggling with the Old Man and Lokes and the dog with a giant mug of hot chocolate (and also in enlisting the Old Man's assistance in distracting Loki long enough for said got cocoa to be (mostly) a surprise)
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this particular morning is for snuggling with the Old Man and Lokes and the dog with a giant mug of hot chocolate (and also in enlisting the Old Man's assistance in distracting Loki long enough for said got cocoa to be (mostly) a surprise)
Alleyman’s Tarot pre-orders close today! If y’all are interested and haven’t kept track of the days (oh my gods I am always so guilty of this), now’s the best time if you don’t feel like waiting until the end of fall.
Here’s the link for the pre-orders, y’all are welcome, this is the most absurdly Two-Man Con deck I have seen ever and is generally just gorgeous.
Tonight’s cocktail for the Blood BroTP:
~6 dashes Angostura bitters
like 1 oz of dry nocino because that bottle’s almost empty and you’re moving soon
~½ oz of Grand Marnier
about an oz of bourbon (Elijah Craig, because same)
like… 5 brandied cherries and a little of the liqueur with it
a couple ice cubes
Stir the whole thing up with a spoon or stirring rod or finger or what the fuck ever, it’s been a long day. Take a sip. Really boozy. Wait two minutes for the ice to start dissolving. Take another sip. Spicy and rich and complex and bitter and delicious -- yeah, that’s good. Toast Sviðrir and Silvertongue and thank Them for the assistance in managing the godawful anxiety earlier. Enjoy.
Boundary I set with both Loki and Odin before dealing with either of them: If I wouldn’t say it awake and stone-cold sober to your face, you don’t get to hold me to it.
What I thought I was guarding against: Being trapped by shit I said or did while dreaming or unaware of who I was talking to or in an altered state of mind.
How this actually ever gets invoked in practice: As a shield against embarrassment, because I get really, really affectionate with exactly no verbal filter in most altered headspaces; this is apparently fucking hilarious and/or adorable and definitely worth poking at until such time as I (face flaming) point out that I didn’t exactly say it while in normal headspace so shut up it DOESN’T COUNT.
Huddled in bed with a fever at the hotel instead of at the conference. My experience of AAR/SBL is not precisely going as planned.