Today has already been kind of a weird day. Not just because we had Monday off and Tuesdays after a three-day weekend are always weird. My bus didn't stop at my stop - I rang the bell and was standing in the stepwell, and it's BROADWAY so it's not like it's a local stop (it's not like crosstown buses even HAVE local stops! they stop at every avenue!), but the bus rolled right on through past West End Avenue and we were all like, WHAT THE HELL? So I had to walk back to the subway, which was fine, but not the usual morning routine. But then I got into work and Boss2 is on vacation, but Boss1 had an unexpected death in her immediate family, so that means rescheduling most of the week, except for the things that other people can handle etc. It's just weird.
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I made
almond biscotti yesterday.
( click for a picture )They're tasty. And you won't break your teeth trying to bite into them. I'm going to have to experiment with flavors. I'm pretty sure my dad is going to want anise (which I do not like, but which is basically standard), and I would like cranberry (maybe orange cranberry even) and hazelnut and of course chocolate. I'll have to see. They were pretty easy to make, so it shouldn't be that difficult. The cookbook they came from (Dorie Greenspan's
Baking: From My Home to Yours) does list some variations to start with.
Speaking of baking, yesterday I posted a story:
Bake Until Golden (at
AO3)
Fringe; Astrid; g; very vague spoilers through "Making Angels"; 885 words
The evolution of Astrid Farnsworth: stress baker.When Astrid revealed herself to be a stress baker in s2, I was like, MY SISTER. Because I have been known to stress bake. And I then forgot about it for a while, but the other morning I woke up at 5 am because there were fire engines tearing down my block and while I was trying to get back to sleep, I was contemplating what I was going to write for
dotfic's birthday, and there it was! I was glad, too, because I find
Fringe an intimidating canon. Because ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN. AND PROBABLY WILL. And I don't care about whether my stories get jossed post-posting, but I find it really hard to keep writing something that gets jossed while I'm working on it.
I also posted a story on Sunday:
This voltage to ignite (at
AO3)
Push (2009); Nick/Cassie; content notes: Cassie's 16; adult; 3,805 words
It's not the sex that makes her worry; it's all the stuff that goes with it.I think any fic I write in this fandom should just come with a blanket disclaimer that it's written to my kinks (even more than usual) and is probably a little id-vortexy. (I feel like
this gif set explains a lot.) Anyway,
devildoll was having a bad day and I offered to write something for her and she said, "Just finish that five times Nick and Cassie make out and then deny it story," so I did.
I woke up this morning about 90 minutes before my alarm, and while I was desperately hoping to get back to sleep, I was thinking about how I really want the story where Nick gives himself up to Division in return for the promise that they won't go after Cassie, and then she spends the next six months trying to rescue him and then she yells at him a lot after she does and then they make out. Someone who isn't me should write that.
Speaking of things people should write, I will just link you to my tumblr post on the subject of
Sebastian Stan in leather pants in a bathtub. Mostly because everyone should see that picture and then write the Steve/Bucky awkward sexytimes story that goes with it.
I'm here to help! if by "help" you mean try to convince you to write stories for me, and I do.
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