Saturday, October 12, 2013

Halloween stuff for Saturday

I am a sick little sookie today, so not much posting.

Sound of the Season

The blond girl pulled up on stage at 3:48, in the black dress and striped socks, is Bun



Pics of the day

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My Sexy Saturday: Feel Like Making Sexy



From "Hunger for the Edge,"  collected in Into Dark Waters by Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks. Available in ebook or trade paperback from Inkstained Succubus.



Zach is a party boy who has brought home a beautiful half-black man, whose blue eyes no longer see, from his favorite club. But his one-night stand turns into a second, and his trick is far more than Zach expected.



"Young and beautiful and bored." Adrien stroked his head. He lay silent for a while, thinking. Without warning, he flipped Zach onto his back and snarled, letting his fangs descend. "Hear me before you make this choice."

"I'm listening." Zach was already breathing hard.

"You think only of your vanity, your youth. Do you have an income source that will last for the next five hundred years? Do you have a plan what to do with the lengthy death I am about to give you?"

Zach shook his head. He'd given no thought to the mundanities of life, or undeath.

"Then I have a proposition for you. I will stay with you while you create them. If you wish, I will even drink from you: the 'rush,' the 'high' you desire. I will teach you what you must know of your extended death."

"Do it," Zach breathed. He was hard again. All his life, body fluids had meant death. Here, they meant eternal life.

 Adrien licked along his neck  "Where does your shirt end?" When Zach marked the edge with a finger, he buried his fangs just below it. Zach cried out, louder than he ever had from mere fucking. His hips bucked and when Adrien drew the fangs out to lick and suck at the blood, barely a quarter-cup, he moaned clear through it.




Friday, October 11, 2013

Friday Halloween stuff

Sounds of the season
Best listened to, without watching the vid



For National Coming Out Day. Here in Memphis, Gay Pride is tomorrow.
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Pics:

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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Thursday Tricks, with a blessing on ol' Marie where-ever she is.

So I caught up on Sons of Anarchy and decided to check out American Horror Story: Coven. Kinda loving that one. Then again, I've BEEN to New Orleans and its energy does not mesh with mine. I was throwing up sick the whole trip. And I have see the Lalaurie house on the ghost tour. Even from across the street, it gave me a headache. Marie Leveau's was the ONLY place I felt at all healthy during that trip.

Loving the chemistry on Sleepy Hollow. But Ichabod forgot to tell Abbie that the two witnesses will be executed and their bodies left in the streets of Jerusalem...


Sounds of the Season:



Pics
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Kitchen Witch Wednesday

Kitchen Witchery

It just isn't Halloween without rows of frosted pumpkins, flotillas of chocolate bats and endless white iced ghosts. Every holiday is a grand excuse for cookie cutters, and these are my favorite recipes for that:
cookies

Both of these recipes are from Wilton, back in the 70s/80s.

Vanilla Sugar Cookies
1/2 c. butter
1/2 c. sugar
2 eggs
1 tsp. vanilla
2 3/4 c. flour
2 tsp baking powder

In large bowl, cream butter and sugar with electric mixer. Beat in eggs and vanilla. Add baking powder and flour
one cup at a time, mixing after each addition. Dough will be very stiff and it may be necessary to blend the last of
the flour by hand. Do not chill dough! Divide dough into two balls. On floured surface, roll each ball into a 12"
circle. Dough should be about 1/8" thick. Dip cookie cutters in flour before each use. Pick up dough around
cookies. Bake on ungreased cookie sheets at 400° for 6-7 minutes.

Buttercream
1/2 c. solid vegetable shortening
1/2 c. softened butter or margarine
1 tsp. vanilla
4 c. confectioner's sugar
2 Tbsp. milk

In large mixing bowl, cream butter and shortening, with electric mixer. Add vanilla. Gradually add sugar, 1 c. at a
time beating well on medium. Scrape sides and bottom frequently. When all sugar is in, icing will be dry. Add milk
and beat on high until fluffy. Keep icing covered with damp cloth until ready to use. Can be refrigerated 3 weeks in
airtight container. 3 cups.


Songs of the Season

This always reminds of Parl Dro in Tanith Lee's great ghost-hunter novella, "Kill the Dead." Also vaguely reminiscent of Harry Dresden.
"there was dust on the man in the long black coat..."
I know it's a Bob Dylan song, but I like Joan Osborne's voice better.




Creepy pics


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Because Peter Lorre is always creepy
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