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chicagobeerpass · 6 months
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Chicago Beer Pass: Battle Of Evanston
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Welcome to the Chicago Beer Pass: Your ticket to all the great beer events happening in and around Chicago.
On this episode of Chicago Beer Pass, Brad Chmielewski and Nik White take on two Evanston Oktoberfest beers head to head. As the guys come closer to their big Oktoberfest tasting for the year they decided to open two malty treats from Evanston; the Temperance Oktoberfest & the Sketchbook Brewing Oktoberfest. Although both these Oktoberfest beers are rather similar they each are slightly different. It’s fun to see everyones take on this classic style. As the guys throw back these cans, Nik shares a couple stops from the past week.
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brookstonalmanac · 7 months
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Beer Events 9.21
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Fighting Cocks Tavern started the Great Fire of 1776 in New York City, destroying between 10-25% of all 4,000 buildings in the city (1776) 
Dow Chemical patented Beer Foam Stabilization (1955)
Guinness' 1st TV commercial aired (1955)
James Pollock patented the Production of Beer (1965)
Rees Williams patented a Continuous Fermentation Process for Beer Production (1965)
Bush Boake Allen Ltd. patented Hop Concentrates (1971)
Pabst Brewery closed (Fogelsville, Pennsylvania; 1972)
Monday Night Football debuted (1970)
Alfred Kocharian and George Spector patented a Beer Stick Including Retractable Cup a.k.a. a Beersicle (1982)
Moonshot, the 1st caffeinated beer, released (2004)
Breweries Opened
Beer Foam Stabilizer patented by Dow (1955)
Maritime Pacific Brewing (Washington; 1990)
Lone Wolfe Brewing (Colorado; 1993)
Steelhead - Irvine (California; 1995)
Homer Brewing (Alaska; 1996)
Diamond Bear Brewing (Arkansas; 2000)
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madisonbeersource · 5 months
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madisonbeer: @elleusa women in hollywood <3
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phatcatphergus · 2 months
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HOLIDAY SHIRT MY BELOVED
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kneelingshadowsalome · 4 months
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Off the grid König just shifted something in my brain… where do I get a man like this
Off the grid people are CRAZY you should def try to hook up with one. They're adorable and tough and hairy and will always treat you like a princess whether you like it or not.
It's just that you can't find them anywhere and when you do accidentally bump into one, he might offer you some dumpster dived fish or a nice roakdill badger cooked in cream. Then he'll give you a lecture on Carrington Event and complains how hot it is, he needs to take off his shirt (the room temperature is like 15°c)
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minikyo · 3 months
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   (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)    ˚ ༝   @iluvrei @y-ujin   🥀  ˚ 
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boyshitstuff · 25 days
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brighteststar707 · 9 months
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Fic request for Jumin and White Chocolate for @altaluneslair!
the direction I'd like it to go in is having a date with him for the whole day in cheap and commoner places without travelling by his car~ So, the date may go: travelling by public transport, eating street foods in the market, playing in arcade game center, dining in small gopchang restaurant, attaching love padlocks in Namsan Tower, just strolling around somewhere, or etc.
I'll be honest, I spent a long time watching Seoul vlogs and reading travel pages to write this fic 😅 I tried to get the details and setting right but my skills are limited by the fact that I've never visited Seoul or done any of these things.
That being said, I like how this fic turned out. It's nothing like anything else I've written for Jumin and it was a lot of fun to research and write. I hope you enjoy!
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✧ White Chocolate ~ Going on a Date
Jumin and his wife stand side-by-side at a subway station, looking for all the world like any other commuters. Since they arrived at their station, she has been talking to him excitedly about how well-connected they are, that her commute used to be so much longer before she moved into the penthouse. Jumin listens to her talking, content for any information she gives him about her life before. The idea of doing this several times a day is something he can’t imagine. Sometimes, he forgets how different her life used to be, how much has changed for her since marrying him.
The idea for today’s date had started as a simple conversation over dinner just this week. He had stayed back at the office later than usual, so to make it up to her he called in the chef to make them a nice dinner to share when he got home. Over dinner, after talking about their day, their discussion had moved to weekend plans.
“How do you feel about visiting the vineyard? The weather is supposed to be lovely this weekend, we can just relax."
She had nodded slowly, as if in a daze, then her face broke into a good-natured laugh. He looked at her, perplexed.
“Sorry, that sounds wonderful! I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just that hearing that out loud… it’s still a little bit surreal. Going to the vineyard for the weekend as if it was as easy as crossing town.”
“Probably easier, we wouldn’t have to deal with traffic,” Jumin replies.
“Thank goodness for the plane.”
“So, what would you have us do on our day off?”
“Well, I used to keep a list on my phone of places to go and things to do when I had time off in the city. I haven’t gone through it in a while, but I’d probably have picked some things from there?”
He tilts his head to the side inquisitively. “Like what?”
“Oh, things like trying out new food stalls at the market or playing in the arcade.”
That was what got his attention. He always found himself fascinated by things so common to the everyday person.
��Well, why don’t we do some things from your list? The vineyard can wait until next week.”
And just like that, the idea for their ‘commoner date’ was born. She managed to get him to agree that they’d go out like she used to before, no personal driver, no security team following them (though just a call away and monitoring their locations at all times), no fancy restaurants or exclusive events. She instead took the time to plan out a full day of activities she would have done on a date if she weren’t married to Jumin Han.
Jumin, of course, wasn’t allowed to know about any of them until the day of their date itself.
The subway arrives right on time, and he follows her close behind as they step on. They find a single free seat, and  Jumin automatically stands aside to offer it to her, but she hesitates.
“I admire your chivalry, love, but are you sure you don’t want to sit?”
“Of course I am.”
She doesn’t look convinced.
“Are you doubting my ability to stand?”
“Of course not! If you’re sure, then I’ll take it, thank you.”
She sits down and watches as he stands resolutely in front of her and holds on to the bar (after just a second's hesitation at the idea of the germs). It’s not a bad sight. She convinced him to swap out his usual suits for something more casual and comfortable, so today he’s dressed in black simple trousers and a linen white shirt. His hair is less styled than usual and is floppy and soft over his head instead of combed neatly.
Perhaps she was wrong to worry. He’ll be fine.  
The subway doors shut and it pulls out of the station. The people have crowded closer around each other, and Jumin stands stiffly. The momentum of the train moving makes him wobble dangerously and he receives some dirty looks from the passengers around him.
 “Jumin, I’ll ask you one more time.”
“…Perhaps I should take the seat.”
She slips out of the seat and he sinks into it ungracefully. She stands up opposite him, holding on to the bar a lot more steadily than Jumin was a minute ago. He huffs at the sweet smile she flashes him.
She keeps a mental note of the stops they’re passing and her eyes linger Jumin as he people watches. He has spent so much of his life kept at a distance from people, and she has noticed that he enjoys any opportunity he gets to watch people going about their lives. It’s one of the reasons he likes the charity parties so much, for the wide variety of people he gets to meet.
Finally, they reach their stop and join the crowd of people stepping out and onto the platform.
“So, are you going to tell me what you have planned yet?”
“Well, first of all, I thought I’d bring you out for some of my favourite street food. We can't spend a day out without lunch.”
The entrance to the market is only a few minutes away from the subway exit (and Jumin is starting to understand her earlier excitement at their central location). Entering the market feels like entering another world. Garlands are strung from the ceiling, and the walls are lined with food stalls. It’s almost overwhelming, but he can’t stop looking around.  
Of course, he has known about the food markets in the city for a long time, heard his employees talking about them between themselves and even recommended them to clients looking to experience the city. However, he has never had the chance (or reason) to visit one himself.
It's full of people: groups of friends chattering while in line for food, people clustered around tables and conversing with the salespeople. She doesn’t let go of his hand as she leads him down the line of food stalls and stops at a specific one.
“Oh, Jumin, you have to try this!”
It’s a pancake, by the looks of it, fried in oil. She orders them one each and bring them to the table by the stall. He sits down next to her and she pushes the little aluminium dish towards him to taste.
He takes a hesitant bite and tries to ignore her gaze on him as she waits for his reaction. He concentrates on the pancake instead. It’s crispy and flavourful, and probably has got more oil in it than anything he has eaten recently. It’s delicious, and he tells her as much.
She smiles, satisfied, and starts eating her own pancake. They chat, and he asks her about visiting the market and her favourite foods. As he listens to her speak, he slowly grows less conscious of all the people surrounding him. He isn’t used to being alone – without security – in crowds like this. But despite his face being plastered on magazines and tabloids frequently, it seems like nobody here has recognized him. He even starts to relax a little bit. Clearly, nobody is expecting to see Jumin Han and his wife in the middle of a busy food market in the city.
When they both finish, they get up from the table and keep walking around the market. They stop at one more stall for drinks and keep walking, cups in hand.  
When they leave the market, Jumin is full and content, even excited for their next activity.
“So,” he says, “Are we taking another subway?”
“Nope! This time we’re taking a little walk to our destination.”
And so they do. Hand in hand, they walk down the street. Jumin likes the anonymity being in a crowd of people lends him, likes the security that her hand gives him at the same time.  
His first reaction at the arcade is a sort of shock. It’s dark, full of neon colours and loud noises coming from the machines. It’s overwhelming, to say the least.
They linger in the middle as she surveys the array of games she has to choose from. Jumin stands close to her, eyeing the machines warily. They’re loud and bright, and he isn’t sure what to make of them. Sure, he plays video games at home sometimes (a secret that’s well-kept from the RFA members), but surely this is different. For one thing, his games are not this loud.  
She spots a machine, and as Jumin follows her gaze, he starts to laugh. It’s a car racing game, complete with a steering wheel and gears. He knows what she’s thinking without her having to say anything.
“Come here, Jumin, I want to test out something.”
She ushers him over to the seat, instructs him to get ready to race, and puts a coin in the slot. He sets off, jerking the wheel back and forth with more force than she'd expect from such a machine. She stands behind him so she can watch the screen and cheer him on. For a second, it looks like he’s doing pretty well. That is, before the car slams into the barriers and he gets overtaken by the rest of the racers.  
Jumin doesn’t even wince.
“You’re going too fast to control the car, slow down!”
“The objective of a race is to be the fastest.”
“Yes, but you cannot be the fastest if you keep getting stuck.”
He finishes the race in last place, and she is reminded once again to never let him behind the wheel of a car.
From there, they move on to a few rounds of air hockey (which she ends up winning, despite his best efforts), then a round each on a platformer game (where Jumin actually gets a high score). On their way out, Jumin gets distracted by a little soft toy in one of the claw machines that looks a lot like Elizabeth the Third and insists on trying to win her.
After going through half of their coins, she decides to take over and try her luck. Jumin hovers over her shoulder, giving her instructions and encouragement. After going through nearly the rest of the coins, she gets lucky and catches the little cat toy. She takes it out of the slot and presents it to him like it’s an expensive piece of jewellery.
He holds it gently in his hands, admiring the little toy.
“We’ve freed you now, don’t worry. Just wait until you meet Elizabeth. She’ll love you.”
When they finally leave the arcade, his ears are ringing and the light outside feels too bright. He isn’t sure how Yoosung and Seven manage to visit so often without getting headaches, but he has started to see the appeal of the occasional visit.
He looks to his wife, who is looking out at the street expectantly. He still has no idea what she has planned for the rest of their day. Before he can ask her what she’s looking for, a taxi pulls up to the pavement and she walks towards it to say something to the driver.
“This is for us, Jumin, get in!” She must have ordered the cab when he was busy at the claw machine.
“Isn’t this cheating?” He asks after slipping into the backseat.
“Well, let’s call it a grey area. It’s getting close to rush hour and I don’t think that’s an experience you’re missing out on.”
He agrees.
She refuses to tell him where they’re going next, so he can only guess by trying to identify the streets they’re passing. Luckily for him, their next destination is one he recognizes.
They step out of the taxi and find themselves at the Namsan Tower cable car station. This is another city landmark he has often recommended to business partners, and one he often hears about from others.
He already knows he’s going to like this part of their date. They buy their tickets and wait for their turn to board (he prefers this to the subway). Once they've boarded their cabin, he holds onto one of the railings and she wraps her arms around him for support. He puts his arm over her shoulders and holds her close as they watch the city grow smaller and smaller from the windows.
It's definitely better than the subway.
The sun has started to set by the time they reach one of the viewing platforms. The city stretches out beneath them, but the view is different to the kind Jumin sees from his office. At work, it sometimes feels like he can reach out and touch the city with his fingertips. Even worse, sometimes it feels like the city below is reaching up for him to pull him down to them. As much as he loves his job, the people it sometimes brings to him are the kind who would do anything for a taste of his world. They both know that better than others.
From over here though, he feels untouchable. It’s calming, to have it at a distance for once, instead of being in its centre.  
“I have one more surprise for you, Darling.”
She wriggles free from his arms and starts rooting through her bag. She finally pulls out a padlock. It has their initials engraved on it, and under it a small inscription.
He takes it from her hands and examines it carefully.
“You had this made?”
“I had it engraved for us on short notice. I thought we could do one better than the ones the souvenir shop offers.”
He chuckles. "It's perfect."
They take their time looking for the perfect place to hang it. Walking around the perimeter of the viewing platform, stopping to admire the view as the sun slowly sets, then finally settling on a place.
It’s on the outside of a railing, on top of layers of other locks (a hundred other promises that were made before them) that they choose to fix theirs. They close it together, hands over hands, and then take a second to admire it.
The sun has almost set, but in the soft light, they can still make out the little engraved inscription.
Dedicated to old sunsets and new experiences, I'd follow you anywhere
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somesprucetrees · 7 months
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Day 1 of the @fatfandomevents Chubby MHA Fall Week!
I chose the prompt “holidays” so I could indulge in the idea of a firm, fat Aizawa, who’s had one too many 🍺, and has a slight wardrobe malfunction in front of everyone 😏
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real-doozy · 4 months
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i want mfs feeling full & jolly
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upstatebeertourist · 10 months
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The Vermont Brewers Festival is a popular event for beer enthusiasts, locals, and tourists, providing an excellent opportunity to celebrate and support the thriving craft brewing scene in Vermont while enjoying the stunning surroundings of Lake Champlain and the Adirondack Mountains. It's going to be held at Waterfront Park. Purchase your tickets for July 21 & 22, 2023.
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chicagobeerpass · 7 months
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Chicago Beer Pass: Surviving Oktoberfest
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Welcome to the Chicago Beer Pass: Your ticket to all the great beer events happening in and around Chicago.
On this episode of Chicago Beer Pass, Brad Chmielewski and Nik White have some classic cans of Oktoberfest from Metropolitan Brewing. As the guys knock back these cans they chat about a wild weekend they had with stops at Temperance, Alarmist Brewing, Goose Island's 312 Block Party, Metropolitan, Ravinia brewing, and Maplewood. Plus the guys share a wild rumor that they heard about Goose Island.
As Oktoberfest season keeps going in Chicago, the guys find themselves with a lot of events still to attend in the next month.
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madisonbeersource · 5 months
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ultimateaclrecovery · 8 months
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So the boy invited me to go to this thing with him, and I said I would go with him.
And then he posted in the group chat that he (he as him alone and no mention of the fact that I would be going too) would be going to this thing. And he never mentioned that he was planning on inviting other people or checked in with me about it. And that just feels so rude to me. And like it hardly an intimate event and if he had asked I would’ve said it was fine, but my feeling are hurt that he didn’t ask and didn’t mention me in the post.
Am I being wildly overly sensitive about things or is this an acceptable thing to send?
“Hey just for future reference, if we’re planning on doing something together I’d appreciate it if you checked me with me before inviting other people. You’re also free to just say that I’m going too when you post about it.”
What I do is be a passive aggressive both and send the following
“Hey did you think I said I didn’t want to go to the thing anymore? Because obviously you would never invite other people without asking me first and not even think to mention that I was also going. Because that would be so rude”
But I am capable of containing passive aggressive tendencies. Maybe.
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boypussydilf · 8 months
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its kind of funny that ppl are talking like Literally Everyone is Actually saying or implying they would rather have the ice king than simon that. seems like an exaggeration. the only people who say anything of the sort are astrid, who wasn’t even born yet while simon was still ice king and just thinks of him as “cool wizard” and “wrote some fun books”, and fionna & cake, who have seen approximately 10 seconds of ice king in a moment where he’s not doing particularly bad, and who have only interacted with simon at literally the lowest point of his entire life so far. what finn & tv say in ep2 reads as them hearing the conversation and assuming its more along the lines of “simon being embarrassed by work he thinks is bad” than “simon trying to avoid this thing because it is associated with a traumatic part of his life”. and prismo is just like. a little peeved that he can’t access or control his own creation anymore. Like, the Points people are generally trying to make when they bring this up are not without merit, and you could say that’s the message simon got from the last couple of days but. unless i forgot something there is absolutely 0 indication of any person who met ice king saying anything that remotely actually implies they enjoyed having ice king around more than simon. we just have a handful of people saying they happen to like One Thing ice king did. the people of ooo did not undergo a wave of selective amnesia about the ice king
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boyshitstuff · 25 days
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