30, She/her. Used to be DreamingPagan a long time back. Multi-fandom, mostly Black Sails these days but with a lot of Tolkien and funny things interspersed. Complete language and history nerd - be warned. I write fic and occasionally I talk about ships.
Cold feet tuck under James’ knees and he blinks into the darkness, feeling Thomas slip back into bed besides him. He hadn’t registered that he had left.
“Alright?”
“Mm,” Thomas replies tiredly. “Go back to sleep.”
Outside an animal cries at the moon and a chorus of night birds sing back. James tucks his head into Thomas’ shoulder and it feels faintly damp.
“It’s raining?”
“Only a little.”
“The first of autumn.”
“The last of summer. It’s warm, still.”
“You’re not. I’ve known corpses warmer than you.” It should feel painful, or perhaps sickening, to say that, except it doesn’t; morbid humour helps, in it’s own way, to lessen the reality of memory.
Thomas presses the back of his palm to James’ cheek and James shivers with the chill of it. Thomas smiles and laughs in a soft sleepy way.
“Perhaps you should heat me up.” It’s teasing and playful in all the ways they rarely are anymore and James’ heart yearns for it. He wraps his arms around Thomas, fingers feeling out the ridges of his spine and pressing in.
“Perhaps I should.” James catches Thomas’ lips between his, holding them in still suspense for just a moment, his body poised and intentions readable. Then he moves, a flicker of the former hunter in the precise, quick way he flips them over, pressing Thomas into the mattress, his own body curled around him, covering every point of contact possible. He leans in and kisses Thomas properly, this time.
“Better?”
“Much.”
Eventually Thomas’ hand creeps between them, wandering ticklishly down James’ chest and pulling open the strings of his breeches.
“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows at James. “You had a vested interest in my comfort?”
“I spent ten years as a pirate. I can hardly start being selfless now.” James shrugs, biting at his lip to stop from grinning. Even in the dark James can see the flash of humour in Thomas’ eyes.
What starts as a laugh becomes a startled moan as Thomas runs a finger along the length of James’ hardening cock, nail catching on the skin at the tip. James shivers.
“Would you like me to do something about this?” Thomas doesn’t wait for a reply before wrapping his hand fully around James and starting to stroke lazily. James feels his breath catch, his hips cant forward, pushing him into Thomas’ touch as he drops his head onto Thomas’ shoulder.
“Please.”
They’re both too tired for much more than the what they already have, a sweat-slicked slide of thighs and slow and aching touches without relent. James comes with his half-gasp, Thomas’ hand around him and his lips against scarred flesh. James keeps his hips moving, a steady friction as he feels Thomas stiffen below him, the fabric of his nightshirt bunching up around his stomach. James reaches under it to brush a thumb over ever-sensitive nipples and Thomas comes untouched, pulling James’ down to press their foreheads together.
Cocooned in sheets, Thomas’ limbs sprawled around him, James stares at the ceiling and tries not to speak.
“I can hear you thinking. Go to sleep,” Thomas whispers, an elbow in James’ ribs. James kisses the top of his head. An owl hoots in the distance.
“It’s been a while since you’ve got up at night.”
“Ghosts of memories.” James doesn’t look convinced. Thomas cups his cheek, pulling away from to look him in the eye. “I’m fine. A bad dream, that’s all.”
James laces his hand in Thomas’. “It’s all over now.” Thomas nods, knowing he isn’t talking about the dream, and if James has to tell himself the same thing the next morning then that’s just how life is for them now and it’s alright; they’ve already lived through the worst and survived.
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(btw i was going to write your other drabble today as well but i accidentally started that fic you sent instead so really it’s your own fault you’re not getting more content… 😂)
Corvo: what have you got?
Emily, being held by Daud: A knife!
Corvo: NO!
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sending you some big hugs bc you’re bit out of it as you said yourself and also it’s monday so that makes it double hard. *smushes* in light of the culinarics talk, i hope you have something utterly delicious to eat today! :3
*big hug* aww – you’re sweet, thanks! One of my students actually just asked if I wanted some french fries and brought them to me, so I’m all set with deliciousness!
Since Tumblr has apparently really been shitting the sheets lately what with removing posts with links from search results and outright deleting nsfw blogs (bc sure – that helps anything. Uh huh.) This is a reminder that I can be found in an emergency at Pillowfort as Flintsredhair and on Twitter as @Barlowwitch. There’s not much on either of them but if we’re going to start watching Tumblr slowly slide downhill, I’ll start making more use of the former especially.
It’s a pretty minor thing actually as relates to that post. There’s a common misconception that eating a lot is the cause of getting fat (pigging out until you get huge, as the post puts it), and there’s all kinds of science that refutes that idea. Unfortunately, the perception over here is that people who are fat just continually stuff our faces when the fact is that I could eat the exact same things as most of the thin people I know and I would gain weight where they would not due to genetics and our different metabolisms, not because they have some kind of vigorous gym routine (they don’t). The majority of the post is really good, and I do in fact agree that it’s tiresome to hear over and over again that American food is disgusting, our portions are horrible, etc. For what it’s worth, I’m a bit not myself this week, so please disregard me and my grumping.
Note to vacationing non-Americans: while it’s true that America doesn’t always have the best food culture, the food in our restaurants is really not representative of what most of us eat at home. The portions at Cheesecake Factory or IHOP are meant to be indulgent, not just “what Americans are used to.”
If you eat at a regular American household, during a regular meal where they’re not going out of their way to impress guests, you probably will not be served twelve pounds of chocolate-covered cream cheese. Please bear this in mind before writing yet another “omg I can’t believe American food” post.
Also, most American restaurant portions are 100% intended as two meals’ worth of food. Some of my older Irish relatives still struggle with the idea that it’s not just not rude to eat half your meal and take the rest home, it’s expected. (Apparently this is somewhat of an American custom.)
Until you’re hitting the “fancy restaurant” tier (the kind of place you go for a celebration or an anniversary date), a dinner out should generally also be lunch for the next day. Leftovers are very much the norm.
From the little time I’ve spent in Canada, this seems to be the case up there as well.
the portions in family restaurants (as opposed to haute cuisine types) are designed so that no one goes away hungry.
volume IS very much a part of the american hospitality tradition, and Nobody Leaves Hungry is important. but you have to recognize that it’s not how we cook for ourselves, it’s how we welcome guests and strengthen community ties.
so in order to give you a celebratory experience and make you feel welcomed, family restaurants make the portions big enough that even if you’re a teenage boy celebrating a hard win on the basketball court, you’re still going to be comfortably full when you leave.
of course, that means that for your average person with a sit-down job, who ate a decent lunch that day, it’s twice as much as they want or more. that’s ok. as mentioned above, taking home leftovers is absolutely encouraged. that, too, is part of american hospitality tradition; it’s meant to invoke fond memories of grandma loading you down with covered dishes so you can have hearty celebration food all week. pot luck church basement get-togethers where the whole town makes sure everybody has enough. that sort of thing. it’s about sharing. it’s about celebrating Plenty.
it’s not about pigging out until you get huge. treating it that way is pretty disrespectful of our culture. and you know, contrary to what the world thinks, we do have one.
This entire battle is being waged over the pardon provision. Without it, I could get this passed in a matter of hours. The rest of it is meaningless without the pardons. They’re the only hope for redeeming Nassau.
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