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Amandine Serra.
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Amandine Serra.
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skit: does not smoke. tried one of myev's cigars once and coughed so hard she almost threw up
amandine: would enjoy a drunk cig soooo much + accepts + hogs any blunt handed to her but doesnt keep anything on hand (princess)
casper: cycles between "only in a crisis" (ie constantly) while single or if markab isnt smoking and full on cigarella. causes tension bc markab actually can and does quit when it starts to bore him like his novelty seeking brain starts looking for other ways to get the hit whereas casper is extremely chemically and psychologically addicted and never succeeds n is so horrifically embarrassed about it. chastises lee ortega for being too young to smoke yet thrusts a fag upon her anytime anything remotely hard is happening or there is an awkward silence or anyone does anything at all
perfect authentic cadence: the vaperrrrrr
leela: smokes socially ie mostly with nell (who also smokes socially) and sometimes with kiran (who needs it to survive this wicked world) and on a few weird occasions lucy (who really just likes the taste)
Amandine
une délicieuse recette automnale - L'amandine à la poire est une tarte délicieuse et raffinée qui marie la douceur des poires juteuses à la
Amandine, my house rooster, passed away a little over a year ago. He would have been 8 today, and I feel like being sappy:
A Eulogy to a Chicken To Amandine
Thank you for loving me, and guarding my heart as your own, for loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. But I never earned your love; you were molded to love me by a millennium of rooster selection, directed by imprinting you on humans. So, you gave it unconditionally. But you taught me to want to be worthy of it. To be worthy of trust from the other animals I share my life with. To love them without needing them to return that emotion. Because of you, I am a trainer building trusting relationships with other animals. I know now that love isn’t as important as trust. Love is never a guarantee and should not be expected. But regardless, thank you for giving me yours.
If I am lucky, our time apart will be longer than our time together. My memories will fade: the sound of your voice, the smell of your feathers (and your stinky breath). But no matter how faded it becomes, I hope the memory of you will never stop being dear to me. I still remember crooning “Danny Boy” to you in a dark office as you hatched with a small twisted wing, a convenient excuse to isolate and imprint you, that faded with age. I remember the moment I knew you were a rooster, less than a week old and trying to fight the dog. When you were older, sleeping next to me when I was sick. Courting my feet and making nests in the laundry. Panicking and alarm calling when I cried until I picked you up and held you.
I hope you had a wonderful last day. I hope That the heart attack was fast. I hope that you weren’t in pain before. The suddenness tore through me, but I hope for you it was the best way to go. And maybe I’m glad that I didn’t have to watch you fade slowly I never felt that your death would be a relief from watching you slowly decline; I would’ve hated myself for that.
Despite the constant anxiety over you the last couple years, and my issues with anticipating your eventual death, I never had to watch you slowly decline, so I can always remember you as bright and brilliant. And I hope you knew I loved you too. I’m sorry that Midori’s jealousy made me more distant the last years. But I’m glad that someone loved you as much as I did. Watching you explore together and you putting up with him LICKING YOUR EYEBALL memories I’ll treasure (but seriously WHAT THE HELL was up with the eyeball thing).
It’s hard to find people who understand why the death of a chicken devastated me so much. So, I’m grateful that someone mourned you by my side, even if he is a small green parrot. When I sat in a corner as far from your body as possible and bawled my eyes out, he preened your neck feathers for hours (and tried to hump your foot… but I guess everyone processes death differently). I hope he never stops speaking chicken so that I can always think of you when he chatters his silly imitations. Sometimes when he talks, I can close my eyes and pretend you’re still with us.
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ATN #116: Home For The Holidays
by Mags on December 26, 2012 at 12:01 AM
Still alive? Congrats!
Not alive? Dude you’re a ghost and have better things to worry about.
p sure the above is a joke about that Mayan calendar
Related to the last October Daye post, but Seanan doesn't follow me so I'm not tossing these ideas into her feed:
An AU where Amandine is raised by the Luidaeg. Or an AU where Toby is raised by the Luidaeg.
Chicken Amandine Casserole with Wild Rice Recipe
• The almond “amandine” finish and smoky bacon add crisp contrast to a creamy, richly savory filling. • Simmering the wild rice in broth builds deep flavor and keeps the grains pleasantly chewy instead of mushy. • Rotisserie chicken, pantry staples, and a single Dutch oven make this crowd-sized bake simple and reliable. Classic amandine, which is French for “with almonds,” usually means a quick…
