Spring does various things to people. And I needed a change. I thought Hermione would suffer it but nope. Theseus did (because his sponsored account went and I had to shift things). Now I love Daniel Craig but chaaaaaange is good.

So fresh PB and now his name is Jack (Jack feels more 'Irish-American', as I don't feel 'Drake' anymore with this PB, etc/long story/blahblahblah). Because I can.

We'll see what sticks and what I might revert/change (name-wise likely as I am a FICKLE BEAST).

PARENTHESIS EVERYWHEEEEERE.



(♥)

Some people put off important work by browsing the Internet; I, apparently, put off important work by attempting to dance the jive and attempting a handstand. This is totally interesting information- treasure it.

...Who the heck cares about working memory anyway? /Stares at essay morosely

...Is it too early to attempt to learn the cha cha?

...And also I am apprently narrating this essay in a american accent- SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME PSYCHOLOGY? SEE?

Le sigh.

I LOVE MISHALAND AND THE WONDERFUL PEENDANCES THE WIVES DO FOR ME

THAT IS ALL

/RUNS TO CLASS

...if we ever meet again!

I wrote a post, but then I realized it was me babbling, and I deleted it. I want to post tonight because I think I might be able to make a full week of straight posting, which I don't know if I've ever done in my life.

It's kind of a big deal.

I'm going shopping tomorrow...I'm leaving for London, Amsterdam, and Brussels the day after, and I am so excited...but, I miss the beach.

Annnd basta. My brain is like scrambled eggs, only had 3 hours of sleep last night and it's 3:30 already (I wake up at 7:30 every morning). I leave you with a picture I took from Sperlonga, Italia...(right click --> view picture for the higher res photo)

Yes, self, the reason why you've been so sleepy for the past week is because you suddenly dropped all caffeine from your diet. Duh.

Seriously though, I am a dope :/- BUT I DO NOT REGRET OT BECAUSE MY TEETH AND INNER WORKINGS ARE STARTING TO FEEL FANTASTIC AGAIN!

...Seriously, dope.

infinitum
arthur del diamante (medina y espinoza), devon jacob blythe
wonderland-verse
in pieces. WIP.


The sun is midway in the sky - not midway above his head, mind, but midway above the horizon looming ontop of cornfields and the occasional sunflower that trembles with the passing breeze. (He can tell it is exactly midway because when he extends his trigger finger towards the beginning remnants of stars, the orange globe he usually has to squint against is blocked by the roundness of his first knuckle). The side of the car is warm to lean against, having soaked up the midday sun, but it's a heat that is quickly escaping - the countryside is far chillier than the city, even with no castle towers to hide behind. And while the warmth of the Teahaus, however mishappen and unslightly it seems in the midst of Nowheres, is regardless inviting, he moves not to enter it nor remain within the confines of his vehicle. Fuel is necessary, maybe, but sitting down to a cup of tea in the meantime hardly leaves room for a quick get away - and he always has the mind for a getaway. Particularly in this case where the Ace has hardly a clue why the Tigerlilly felt the need to meet in such a remote Teahaus instead of Court, nor why the Queen would allow for an entirely tedious complication in the way things usually are upheld. In fact, the Ace has every mind to believe it's an elaborate scheme to make off with his head, but the Queen fare more enjoys the public displays of beheading, and is hardly one for banishment to Nowhere without making him aware of his crimes. No, rather, doing so would be wholly uncharacteristic, and the Ace of Diamonds - like any other Ace - prides himself in being able to predict the motions of the playing field. While he may not boast the weapon prowess the Ace of Clubs may hold for himself, he knows the luck of the draw as much as any other, so the gun remains holstered by his side underneath his suite vest all the same.







"Chilly, are we?" the Lotus questions, and the Ace scoffs though the sound bites off near the end.

"On the contrary, it's just a ghost passing through. You do realise the meadow is haunted, don't you?"

"Funny, I thought you'd given up ghost stories ages ago for the fancied brand."

"Curious, I thought it was the Tigerlilly whom I was supposed to meet, but instead I find before me a lying cheat."

"The Court's given you a new tongue - a rhyming one at that. Let's pause for a moment while I try to decipher a single word of what you've just said. Tea?" The Ace declines neither politely nor rudely as much as simple inclination of the head towards one side, then the other. Meanwhile, the Lotus wastes time attempting to find the boy before the brilliant string of diamonds surrounded his left wrist like a marriage, somewhere hidden underneath all of the clothes meant to conceal what the Lotus knows to have been baby flesh, now marred with brands and battle scars. The defense mechanisms are both alarming and yet wholly unsurprising, because Lotus has not been away from the Heart's kingdom long enough to forget that wearing a suite changes you - for better or for worse, he's unable to decide. What sits perfectly before him - as the Ace is so much more a what than a who - is no longer a boy, and not yet quite a man (though not in the question of manhood as much as the question of personhood) but instead something a bit beyond that. Aces are instruments.

The Tigerlilly could put an exact movement to each Ace. The Ace of Hearts is a soft ballad that resonates throughout the halls of the Queen's Castle, quiet and steady and filled with ghosts. The Ace of Clubs is in so much an abrupt and stark difference that it boggles the mind to go from one to the other, a fiery tempo with languid, mocking intermediates. The Ace of Spades is complex and unique, yet cacophonous and hardly pleasant to the ear if one has not the taste for it. As for the Ace of Diamonds, well, it is transparent and winding, threading all tones together to become something not quite itself - the coda that wraps up the pieces and carefully tucking them away to hide them from being artful and grand, unwilling to share. Unassuming, for its grandoise name.

Though the Lotus has little mind for the Tigerlilly's vast metaphors that he simply doesn't care to understand or take to being even portionally relevant.

The Lotus knows the way the Ace of Diamonds sits, straight backed and completely disinterested in his surroundings, is an act in that itself - he is old enough to have the sight to see the subtle shifting of dirt-colored eyes taking in exits and places to cover if a fight should break out, possible additional weapons should he run out of bullets. His posture is as much from the uncomfortable press of the sheathed butterfly knife underneath the waistband of his pants as from the tiny black diamonds lining his spine (like a peculiar line of freckles, if one isn't paying close enough attention) that force him to remain as he is out of sheer reminder of the fact he isn't as he was. The Lotus knows many things (the Tigerlilly only voices everything he's learned, after all) but now that he has been successful in deceiving the Queen of Hearts to actually send the Ace of Diamonds straight to him, he's uncertain of what to do with the power. The Ace, too, is uncertain sheerly because he was blind-sighted, the same confusion that keeps him from attacking him outright as other Aces might have done.

The Lotus has to remind himself it has nothing to do with past history that keeps the Ace from sticking the butterflies straight into his gut. Or, better yet, his loins under the table.

"Devon," the not-boy across from him finally heaves out in an irritated sigh.

"Arthur," the Lotus chortles almost with ill-intention.

"Cut the bullshit."








"I want back in the Queen of Heart's favor."

"The Tigerlilly is with us now. She sees no use in you - and frankly, neither do I. You're more trouble than you're worth - with this meeting, I have to return with something of substance, not flowers pleading to be let back in for old time's sake. And your brother is far more amicable, too."

"Amicable."

"You're with the White Queen, now. I'd suggest you remain that way, and not attempt to play more than one game at a time."

"You're in an unreasonable amount of debt with me, you realize."

"And I attend to repay you, you know, but not in a way that risks my own beheading."

"How undenyingly selfish of you."

"You shouldn't test my patience."

"I thought they had branded the anger right out of you."

There's a small, notable click underneath the table while Arthur tilts his head to one side and regards him through half-lidded eyes, the dirt in them shifting into something a bit more tantalizing - like chocolate, almost, if he wasn't so utterly convinced that everything about the other is tarnished and sully. He finds it rather bothersome that the not-boy who is younger than he, who is in his debt, is the one threatening him. It is, at least, a step above throwing glassware.







"What will you tell the Queen?"

"The truth."

"How blatant."

"White lies are white for a reason, Lotus."







He leaves unscathed, he knows, purely for the memory of old time's sake.

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Foods I want to make in the near future:

- Cinnamon rolls (from Pease Pudding)
- Pizza (with friend's pizza stone, so cool!!)
- Pasta con broccoli romanesco (from Rachel Eats)
- Puff pastry (recipe/inspiration courtesy of chrryblssmninja
- Curry, the end
- A whole roasted chicken...no idea who would eat this but I WANT TO DO IT
- Blueberry pie (with vodka pie crust (:! from Willow Bird Baking)
- Breakfast pizza (from Smitten Kitchen)
- Macarons with ganache filling (from The Food Librarian)


Unrelated to food, which seems to be turning into the running theme of my lj (I'll admit it I'm a fattie), but in FOUR DAYS I will be IN LONDON. Then, four days later, IN AMSTERDAM, and another four days will then bring me to BRUSSELS (where you all know I will be stuffing my face with chocolate/beer/mussels/waffles/fries).

I'm getting a haircut in London. I've decided I'm going to walk in and say, "Do whatever you want, just make it look good." Frightening decision for someone who's changed her hairstyle a total of three times in her twenty years of life, has had her current hairstyle for over five years, and refused to cut her hair EVER until she was ten. I'm also going to watch a musical, hopefully either Avenue Q, Wicked, Les Mis, or Phantom, all of which are playing currently in London. Then I'm going to smoke a lot of weed and go on a long bike ride in the countryside in Amsterdam.

Basically, four days from now, I'm going to have the best week of my life.

Also unrelated (to both subjects described above): I am very, very tempted to get a tattoo here in Rome. Have I mentioned this before? I don't remember and I'm too lazy to check. I'm thinking about getting one either on my upper right shoulderblade (print to be decided on) or a set of Hermes' wings on my ankles. The ankles would be harder to hide but I don't know what I'd get on the shoulder yet.

Boring post guys sorry. ♥

Mrrrfle, my head hurts and I'm tired. A plague upon its house.

/Curls up with a basket of kittens.

Okay like i said last time; I'm so new to LJ the plastic seal is still on. All my online speak is related to MMOs. So though I'm getting the hang of a couple of things, some of the things (an a lot of this is directly related to how to rp on LJ and therefore FP) I'm still not following. I also have questions on how events work, especially since I can't really read the event calender. (I should wear glasses but I don't) If anyone has the spare time to chat with me and answer some questions, I'm home all day. I always have AIM up and running.

ClaireKI77y

Please and thank you!

Ash