#blue star cafe & pub
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The word is "normal".
Maybe it means something different to you than it does to me. I'm sure it does in the specifics. After all, you 'n I are born of different experiences.
However.
In generalities, I also have a slightly different take on "normal" anymore. What I mean is...
Before the pandemic.
We had a little bit of that tonight. At the Blue Star Cafe & Pub in Wallingford. Not just because of the pub. It was a combination of things I think. Linzy picked up a last minute gig there so she was there performing her set. The place wasn't packed (they're a month into re-establishing their dinner crowd) so it also wasn't chaotic. It was pretty chill. Also, it was last minute we decided to have dinner. Also, the cafe & pub had a very neighborhood vibe. Also we got to just chill and chat up each other, listen to the music a little, even clap a little. To converse with our waiter a little. To enjoy the moment a lot. Then after, we got to converse with one of the teachers at the nearby Off The Wall School of Music. Also before... we snapped some fun pictures against that wall of Archie McPhee's next door.
Also, it was the end of a sunny, summer day in April. It was flip flops and shorts. It was rollerblading. It was riding in the car, top down or, at least, windows down with sunglasses on and one arm draped over the driver's side door.
It was everybody simply enjoying the day. Walking to someplace, somewhere with their friends. Going to the beaches, the shores. Enjoying Life.
That's the context in which our evening out took place.
So...
"Normal".
We had a little of that tonight.
And it
Was.
Lovely.
☺️
#summer day#spring#April#post pandemic#pre pandemic#normal#off the wall school of music#Archie McPhee's#blue star cafe & pub#friday night#end of the week
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Chapter 10: Furina de Fontaine
You and Dan Heng are a match made in heaven until fate takes him away from you too soon. Years later, you think you moved on with a mutual friend who shared your grief and stuck with you during tough times until you meet a mysterious man with a striking resemblance to your past lover and a hidden motive. You’re determined to get rid of him, but how are you going to get rid of a god?
Dan Feng/You
Notes:
Cross-posted on Ao3
Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail crossover
Female reader
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Somewhere in the city, Sampo and Childe sit across each other, each with a hot drink. The cafe is abuzz with overlapping conversations, so their silence goes unnoticed until Childe’s eyes go from the window to Sampo.
“Are you still thinking about what I said?”
Should Sampo call himself lucky that he met someone like Childe? A man who knows about the Aeons but also wants to get rid of them? After getting kicked out of Dan Feng’s room at Wangshu Inn, Sampo was almost at a loss, and he never thought his job as a reaper would have gotten him out of that pinch. It was years ago, but Sampo had taken the life of a man outside a bar who had stumbled onto a busy road in a drunken stupor. Yet, it’s that experience that Sampo learned about pubs and bars, sometimes frequenting them when he visits the human realm.
And it’s at a small pub that he met Childe, a man who had one too many drinks but was sober enough to still make sense of the world. At first, he rambled about a woman named Tsaritsa, but it was the names Lan and Nanook that caught Sampo’s attention.
“They don’t belong here, you know,” Childe drawled. “They’re a pain in the ass and just because they did her one favour, she can’t get rid of them.”
And now they’re here. Face to face once again but with a similar goal.
“I don’t know whether to call you crazy or mad,” Sampo finally says. “But props for getting your hands on that note.”
Childe smiles. “Oh, it was quite an interesting find. Lan should really learn to keep his doors locked." He finishes the rest of his drink. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”
“Yet, you have no intention of working with them.”
Childe puts his elbow on the table, his hand underneath his chin. “Who? Dan Feng?” He quietly scoffs. “He’s also not supposed to be here in the first place.” Then, his dull blue eyes turn dark. “I hate all beings like you.”
“I see you think with your heart and not your head,” Sampo says flatly. “Pity. Or… is it because you’re afraid of upsetting this woman you call Tsaritsa?” Childe leans back. “You still trust her more than you trust Dan Feng. And without her… sounds like you’d be nothing.”
“You’re walking on thin ice,” Childe says through gritted teeth.
“You just want the Aeons out of her hair so things can return to ‘normal’, whatever that means,” Sampo continues. “But you can’t trust anyone in that family, can you?” He sighs. “Human bonds truly are weak and so pitiful.”
“You’re the one to talk. Gods are no better.”
Sampo crosses one leg over the other and smiles. “And if you’re not careful, we may meet again… except this time it’ll be under drastically different circumstances.”
But Childe remains unfazed. Instead, he asks:
“How did you become the reaper?”
Sampo puts his drink back on the coaster. “Is this relevant?”
“It’s natural to be curious. You must have some wild stories.”
“Stories that should be kept in the dark.” Sampo crosses his arms. “More importantly, you should be worrying about yourself. This woman, Tsaritsa, had Lan and Nanook kill a family, which means she’s capable of doing it again. Aren’t you afraid you’ll get caught in the crosshairs?”
“Why else would I have you do my dirty work?”
Sampo quietly scoffs. “You’d be naive to think you can avoid suspicion forever.”
“Is it just me, or…” Childe smiles. “It sounds like you’re worried about me.”
“Think what you will,” Sampo answers flatly.
“Worse comes to worse… It’s not me who you might meet under different circumstances.”
Sampo raises a brow. Is Childe hinting at what Sampo thinks he is?
◆◆◆
One knock.
No response.
Two more.
Still no response.
So, Rostam puts his hand on his wife’s door and says:
“I’m coming in.”
Once he pushes the door open, he sees his wife sitting at her desk with papers scattered about and a large manila envelope dangerously close to falling off the edge.
Rostam walks up to her, making sure his footsteps are loud enough so she isn’t startled by his sudden appearance. He comes behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders as his eyes scan the papers.
“It’s dinnertime, love,” he says. “What’s keeping you in here?”
“This is supposed to be evidence,” Signora says, slightly shaking her head. She spins her chair around, and Rostam lets her go and sits on the edge of the bed. He holds her hands. “Evidence that she was going replace me if she were still alive.”
“Dan Feng’s mother?”
Signora nods.
Rostam looks at the papers. “But… Is there a point in looking into this now? She’s gone.”
“I had the same thoughts,” Signora says, sighing. “But, I was still curious.”
“I assume you got this from Tsaritsa." Signora nods. "It’s possible she's doing this to mess with your head.”
“Wouldn't be surprised.”
“With all that’s going on,” Rostam says, “it’s hard to trust anyone.”
“Yes,” Signora mutters. “You’re telling me.” She spins her chair to face her desk. “There is some truth in what she said, though. They did want to sell My Fair Lady. But, it also says I’d be put onto a different management team on another company to boot sales and brand image.”
“It looks like a business strategy rather than something out of ill will.”
“What I don’t understand is the person they want to sell it to.” Signora points to a name on paper, and Rostam leans in to look closer. “This woman… While I haven’t personally met her, I have heard a lot of interesting rumours about her.”
“Furina de Fontaine?” Then, it’s as if it hits him. “Wait a minute… The Furina de Fontaine?”
“The woman who runs a luxury empire? Yes.”
“I… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that the rich all have connections.” Rostam looks at his wife. “And what are these rumours you’ve heard?”
“That she was insane,” Signora says after a small pause.
“Insane…?"
Signora starts gathering the papers and putting them back into the manila envelope. “I don't remember any specifics,” she says with a small sigh. “I never bothered with them.” With her desk clean and the manila envelope in her hands, she turns to her husband. “But, I know at one point, people thought she should be put into a mental asylum.”
“That’s… crazy.”
“Yeah,” Signora says with a small scoff. “You’re telling me.”
“But… Regardless of the rumours, she’s done well for herself.”
“Yes, which is what baffles a lot of people.” Rostam is the first out of Signora’s room as she turns off the lights. “Her capabilities have caught worldwide attention, and many people have called the rumours a ‘stain’ on her reputation.”
Signora opens the fridge while Rostam begins setting the table for dinner.
“And how did they start?” Rostam asks, putting two plates on the table.
“Can’t tell you,” Signora answers, pouring her and her husband some drinks. “Regardless, I know she and Dan Heng’s mother were close, and you should know I’m not one to ask about gossip about others.”
Rostam and Signora sit opposite each other. “A rumour as interesting as that would pique anyone’s interest. Wonder what she thought about it.”
Signora sighs. “Well, it’s too late to ask."
Rostam picks up his chopsticks and grabs Signora some of her favourite food onto her plate. “Did anything else happen at Tsartisa’s place?”
“Besides a threat to my life if I don’t cooperate with her? No, nothing else.”
“She has another thing coming if she thinks she can do anything,” Rostam says sternly with a frown. Then, he sighs. “Why do I sense you still don’t want to let this go?”
“I have no intention of digging my own grave,” Signora says. “And I’m not going to say I’m doing it for justice.” She stabs her fork into a piece of meat. “I do, however, want to know the truth of what happened and why.”
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Dan Feng comes into the living room with his phone in his pocket. It’s been staying close to him as he’s yet to hear the details of your meeting with Lan, which is strange. Well, at least Dan Feng knows you’re okay from your voice message earlier.
“Your face looks better.” Dan Feng stops and turns toward the kitchen where he sees Neuvilette standing by the kitchen counter with a glass of hot tea. “You looked troubled earlier.”
“Did I?” Dan Feng asks.
“You tell me.” Neuvilette quietly sips his tea. “Is it because of her?” When Dan Feng remains silent, Neuvilette continues, “I take it you finally heard from her.”
“I have,” Dan Feng says calmly, sitting on a tall chair at the counter. “She’s having lunch with the team.” A pause. “Including Lan.”
“Is it just me, or… are you a little too worried about this woman?”
“Worried? I’m not worried.”
Neuvilette grabs his friend a cup, pours him some tea, and puts it in front of him. “You said you had a personal reason for keeping her close. Does it have something to do with how your brother died in this world?”
A pause.
“There’s a possibility she might not be the woman who I thought she was.”
Neuvilette regards his friend for a brief moment. “Is that good, or am I missing something?”
“Tell me, Neuvilette, what do you think about reincarnations?”
“I’ve read about them,” Neuvilette says. “But, it’s sometimes hard to tell whether someone is truly the reincarnation of another. It’s like putting together a puzzle.” He takes another sip of his tea. “Are you looking for someone?”
Dan Feng tightens his grip around his cup. “A woman who my brother and I knew when we were humans.”
And that’s enough to answer half of Neuvilette’s questions.
“And if I may ask… What happened to this woman?”
Another pause.
“She killed herself."
The front door opens, and Bailu’s sing-song voice instantly changes the atmosphere.
“We’re baaack! And we brought snacks!”
The door opens a little wider, and Zhongli enters the apartment with bags of groceries. Dan Feng gets off the chair, and Neuvilette walks to the door to help his friend.
“Traffic was terrible,” Zhongli says, passing a bag to Neuvilette while Dan Feng grabs one from Bailu.
“But we made it out alive!” Bailu follows Dan Feng to the kitchen where he puts the bag on the counter. “Did anything happen while we’re gone?” Dan Feng and Neuvilette glance at each other. “Oh!” Bailu turns to Dan Feng. “Did you hear anything from your girlie friend?”
“Girlie friend?” Dan Feng deadpans.
"Well, last time I called her your girlfriend, and you went all"—Bailu lowers her voice—"'she's not my girlfriend.' So, girlie friend, it is. Doesn't sound as serious."
“She’s having lunch with her co-workers,” Dan Feng says calmly.
“Lan included,” Neuvilette adds.
“Did she say anything about her meeting with him?” Zhongli asks.
“No.”
“Nothing? At all?” Bailu asks, surprised. “Like… she just shot you a simple text that she’s having lunch with one of the most dangerous gods out there?”
Neuvilette opens one of the bags, secretly looking for the snacks Bailu mentioned. “Well, what else can she do?”
Bailu looks at the clock. “But, didn’t they talk for a while?”
Zhongli opens a bag and takes out a bag of beef jerky. “Let’s wait and see.” He passes it to Neuvilette who looks at it curiously. “This isn’t something we can rush.”
“Lan probably planted some weird ideas into her head,” Bailu says, sighing. She takes the bag from Neuvilette who’s having trouble opening it and rips it open. She takes a beef jerky for herself before passing the bag back to him. “But she should know that he’s going to say something strange.”
“Maybe even the truth about us,” Zhongli says quietly. “But… No one would believe that. No human, at least.”
“Here’s a thought…” Neuvilette taste-tests the beef jerky and with a satisfied nod, he nibbles a part of it off and swallows it. “What if she’s not?” He looks at Dan Feng. “What if she’s a reincarnation?”
Bailu slightly raises her hands. “Whoa. What are you talking about, Neuvi? Where did this come from?”
“A conversation Dan Feng and I were having before you came back.”
“And what if she is?” Zhongli asks. “A reincarnation would still be human. They wouldn’t know the truth about gods, magic, and the like.”
Neuvilette passes Bailu the beef jerky bag and she reaches in. “But,” she says, “they could get their memories back, can’t they? I read about that somewhere…”
“There hasn’t been any evidence that they do,” Dan Feng says.
Bailu takes a bite of a long piece of jerky. “Well… Why don’t you take the initiative and text her?” She puffs out her chest. “We need to talk.”
“Yes, and that won’t cause any anxiety or anything,” Neuvilette says flatly, taking the jerky bag back from Bailu.
And that’s when Dan Feng’s phone buzzes with a message. Everyone watches in anticipation as Dan Feng pulls out his phone and reads the text on the screen.
“Well?” Bailu asks carefully after a moment of silence.
“It’s not from her,” Dan Feng says, and the others sigh. “But…” Dan Feng looks up. “Have any of you heard of someone named Furina?”
The jerky bag drops onto the counter.
Bailu looks from the bag to her friend. “Neuvi…?”
“Who told you that name?” Neuvilette finally asks.
Everyone glances at each other.
“Signora,” Dan Feng answers.
“And how does she know that name?”
“You’re scaring me, Neuvi,” Bailu says, a slight quiver in her voice. “Is Furina someone you know?”
Neuvilette takes a small breath. “Perhaps.”
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“Tell me,” Lan said. “Do you believe in gods?”
Perhaps it was his words or his stare, but something compelled you to sit back on the couch, which made you believe you lost your mind.
“And what does that have to do with anything?” you asked flatly.
“Everything,” he answered like it was obvious. “The man you thought was on your side all this time… He’s one of them. One of us."
“Okay,” you said, scoffing. “You’re completely out of your mind.”
“How do you think your boyfriend died?” Your gaze hardened when you looked at him. “It’s unexplainable.”
“Where’s your proof?” you asked flatly.
Lan leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “Nanook and I… We cursed the pilot before they left.” His gaze turned sharp. “As soon as that plane took off, they were done.”
“Right… And how did you ‘curse’ the pilot? Wave a magic wand?”
“Please,” Lan said with a scoff. “This is the real world, not one of your fairytales.” Then, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
You gasped when your teacup suddenly shattered into pieces, the coffee pouring perfectly into the small circle on the center of the plate.
Lan sighed and stood. “A pity that this is all I have left. Well, then again, at least I can still do something, unlike Nanook." You slowly looked at him, and he smiled. “The pilot crashed that plane, and when he did, our curse engulfed the entire plane like flames.” You clenched your fists. “It even ate away their bodies. Interesting how some curses work, huh? But, rest assured that it was a painless death.”
“Why?” you seethed. “What would you gain from killing them?”
Lan walked toward you until he was at arm’s length. “I need to find someone, and I had to find someone to help me while I’m in this pitiful realm.” He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward him. “And just like Dan Feng, you just might be the woman I’m looking for.”
Then, the phone on his desk rang.
You still aren’t sure what to think.
You’re sitting in front of your computer, looking up anything you can find about gods. While you encounter the common stories and lore, there’s nothing about Lan, Nanook, and… Dan Feng. After some time of coming up empty, you sigh and lean back in your chair. You want to believe Lan is messing with you, and you wish that is the case. But with the cup suddenly shattering and your strange dreams, you’re having second thoughts. You've always been fascinated by deities and their stories, but can they truly exist?
You look at your phone beside your laptop. You’ve thought about asking Dan Feng, but the scare earlier still makes your hair stand on end.
You'd returned to your apartment and were changing into something more comfortable. After closing your closet door, you spun around when you saw Dan Feng appear behind you. But he wasn't there, only his reflection. Yet, he looked far from the man you know. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were veiny horns on his head that were red as blood. Your hands flew to your neck as there was a tightness in your throat that numbed you.
But all you felt was Dan Heng’s necklace.
Suddenly, just when you were on the verge of losing consciousness, the numbness disappeared. When you looked at your reflection in the large mirror, he was gone, but you saw a handprint on your neck before it vanished.
What in the world was that?
You put your elbows on the table with your hands entwined and Lan’s words echo in the back of your mind: And just like Dan Feng, you just might be the woman I’m looking for.
You remember the late-night conversation with Dan Feng about reincarnations and his one-sided love. If there’s truth in Lan’s words, does this mean Dan Feng thinks you’re that woman…? A woman from his past? A woman from…
You gently put your hands on your boyfriend’s shoulders, and he swiftly turned around. You quietly chuckled, careful not to make much noise as you were in the library. Dan Heng had an open book in front of him. At first, you thought it was a textbook from one of his classes until you sat next to him.
“Magic and reincarnation?” you asked. “I didn’t know you were interested in these kinds of things.”
“Ah, it was a book recommended to me.”
“By who?”
“Furina de Fontaine.”
You sighed. "You really live in a completely different world. That woman is like... a billionaire." You scooted closer to him while Dan Heng got close enough for you to lean your head against his shoulder. "You and your mother went to dinner with her, right? How was it?"
He kissed the top of your head. “It was good.” He closed the book, giving you a peek at the title: The Book of Curses. “This is quite interesting.”
“I trust that it’s not a bunch of strange superstitions, right?”
Dan Heng chuckled. “No. It’s supposedly based on history. Origins, scholars, sorcerers, and the downfall of how magic all ended.”
“Sounds like something straight out of fiction.”
“I thought so too. But, well…”
“Wait a minute.” You leaned in for a better look, and that was when you saw it: a faint name strewn just below the title: Furina de Fontaine.
“She wrote this?” you asked in disbelief. “I… I don’t mean to sound rude, but you’ve heard of the rumours, haven’t you?”
“I have,” Dan Heng said. “So has my mother.”
“So… Why would she recommend this to you?”
Dan Heng opened the book again and went to a page. Your eyes widened when you saw sketches of three people. Two men with an uncanny resemblance to Dan Heng. The one on the left was a replica while the one in the middle right had longer hair with elf-like ears. The last one on the right was a woman with a soft look in her eyes.
“Is that…” You looked closer at the two men. “Is that you?”
“The thing is… I’ve never met her until that night.”
Your hair stood on end. “Wait, so… you mean she somehow drew you without ever meeting you? And... Why are you in this book?"
You quickly open a new tab and look up The Book of Curses. After scrolling through multiple websites, you finally find the book by Furina de Fontaine. But while you can’t get access to the entire book, there are a few scanned pages available, one of which is the sketch of one of the men that resembles Dan Heng. Except, this time, it isn’t your past lover you see.
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When Childe returns to the mansion that night, he’s not expecting to hear an annoying, familiar voice from the living room.
“When are you going to introduce your new friend to us?”
Childe stops and looks at the young man sitting on the couch. His feet are on the table, but a book covers his face until he lowers it, and then Childe sees Scaramouche’s snarky grin.
“We’re all dying to meet him,” he continues.
“What friend?”
Scaramouche closes his book and puts it beside him. “You’re too old to be playing dumb, Tartaglia.” Childe glares at him. “Oh, sorry. I forgot your real name is off-limits.”
“Are you so bored that you're spying on people?” Childe asks, standing behind the couch opposite Scaramouche.
“I’m just trying to keep the peace, believe it or not,” Scaramouche says. “We don’t want any surprises sneaking up on us now that we already have unwanted ones running around.” His eyes land on Childe. “Did you know Signora came over?”
“I suppose Tsaritsa gave her all the details about selling her business to Furina,” Childe deadpans.
“Is that friend of yours a friend of hers? Are they both total nut jobs?”
“Nut jobs?” Childe asks, scoffing. “With what we know about Lan and Nanook, they’re far from nut jobs.” He puts his hands on the top of the sofa. “All these years of people saying belonged in a mental asylum… Furina might’ve been the sanest out of all of us.”
Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Oh, please.”
“That man,” a voice says from the shadows of the room before he walks out. “He can’t be trusted.”
Without turning his head, Scaramouche looks at Pierro. “Fancy seeing you here this time of night. Isn’t it way past your bedtime?”
“Sampo is a man who doesn’t play by anyone’s rules,” Pierro says.
“How do you know who he is?” Childe asks, narrowing his eyes. “Have you met?”
“Stop getting involved with him,” Pierro says, ignoring Childe’s question. “If you know what’s good for you… and this family.”
Pierro turns around, but Scaramouche’s order surprisingly stops him. “You’re not just going to leave after saying that, are you?” He stands. “Explain, Pierro. What do you know about this man? Is he a god?”
“I don’t know anything about him,” Pierro says dryly. “But, if you must know, I’ve read about him.”
Scaramouche sighs. “It’s that memoir, isn’t it? Your… great-grandfather’s?”
“Funny how we’re labelling Furina as the crazy one when there’s a candidate that’s just as qualified,” Childe mutters.
“You’d be wise to watch your tongue,” Pierro says, his voice low.
Childe steps back and raises his hands as if surrendering.
“Let me put the two together,” Scaramouche says. “You’re saying you know of that man through your great-grandfather’s journal?”
“How do you know it’s the same guy?” Childe challenges. “Might just be a doppelganger.”
“Sampo is Death,” Pierro says. “Am I wrong? Or, has he not told you?”
Childe crosses his arms and looks away.
“Death?” Scaramouche repeats in disbelief. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? He’s… what? The Grim Reaper?” He looks between the two men. “Well? Don’t just stay bloody quiet!”
“He was the one who made a deal with my great-grandfather before the war,” Pierro says.
Scaramouche sighs. “Okay. I know it’s a bad omen to speak ill of the dead, but can we trust the words of a man who’s been fucking dead for god knows how long?”
“That’s quite cordial coming from you, Scaramouche,” Pierro says flatly.
“Oh, I know,” Scaramouche mutters.
“Where is this journal?” Childe asks. “I want to read it.”
“I do too,” Scaramouche says, sighing. “I feel like it was just yesterday we were labelling you and Furina as the crazies.”
Childe puts a hand on the sofa. “Yes. I remember you told us about this journal a long time ago. We all dismissed it as something ridiculous even when you showed us the man who looked exactly like Dan Heng.”
“Yes, well, it’s with Tsaritsa,” Pierro answers.
“Oh, of course,” Scaramouche says, rolling his eyes. “Ladies first, huh?”
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Dan Feng is reading in the living room when he hears footsteps. He looks up and sees Bailu in her comfy pyjamas.
“Have you talked to Neuvi?” she asks, sitting on the couch adjacent to Dan Feng.
He puts his book down and shakes his head. “Haven’t seen him.”
Bailu looks down. “Oh.”
“Are you worried because of the conversation earlier?”
“Well… When I think about it, none of us really know much about each other, even though we’ve been together for like… what? Years and years and years?”
“It’s reasonable, I think.” Now, Dan Feng looks down. “We might not be aware of individual circumstances, but it’s no secret that all of us suffered. Or else we wouldn't be here.” Then, he looks at her. “If we wanted to talk about it, we would’ve done so by now.”
Bailu sighs. “Yeah… I guess you’re right.” She leans back. “But, it makes me wonder… Who’s Furina? Is she someone like us…? If Neuvi supposedly knows her, then that means she isn’t human. So… Who is she, and what she is doing here?” A gasp. “Could she be the one who released Lan and Nanook? Or knows whoever did?”
Dan Feng doesn’t get a chance to reply as his phone buzzes. He takes it out of his pocket and sees a message from you on the screen.
We need to talk.
Chapter 11
End notes:
I've been playing Persona 3 Reload, and it's taking over my life. Anyway, writing bratty Scaramouche gives me life lmao And... Is everyone's pasts connected...? HMMM...
Hope y'all enjoyed this update <3
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okay first of all how does anyone bear to do asks i need to keep switching between two tabs trying to figure out what questions i'm trying to ask, there's got to be an easier way-- BUT right, Behind the Scenes asks: 1, 5, 12, 18 PLEASE, and 23. (PS am i supposed to ask so many? prob not. screw it, i'm greedy (PPS am i supposed to be anon rn idk if that's correct etiquette)) THANKS!
I jot the numbers down somewhere if I'm getting overwhelmed. You did great though! And no, there is no etiquette on how many to ask, don't worry. If there's a double I'll just send you to the other ask. More means I get to talk about fic more, which is great! :3
What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?
Star Wars, Thrawn x OC. I was pretty sauced. I think I have some great moments in there, and I was free to create all the banter I wanted, etc. But it suffers a LOT from me being completely new to multi chapter work. I go into meandering tengeants and don't know when to stop on the world building. It had its fans and really dragged me into the whole fanfic universe though. Maybe one day I'll finish it, but I had no idea which way to go. I feel like I wrote myself in a corner, somewhat haha
5. What is the perfect environment for you to write in?
I don't mind loud spaces like cafes or pubs, so long as the music isn't obnoxious and I can hear my own. I just like places where nobody is going to come to me to interrupt me. Sadly I live and work in a backpacker hostel, meaning I have 50 odd housemates at any given time, without counting the 250 guests. I get interrupted a LOT.
So right now, hidden in my bed or hunkering down at my fav cafe, would be my answer.
12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?
Yes! There's this Tarkin & Ahsoka fic I mentioned in this ask. It focuses on the amnesia trope. I really, really like to write sort of mind fucky things from character PoV. So Tarkin struggling with shattered memories and having to rebuild himself while trusting this total stranger… Hard. Especially when WE all know she's lying to him to try and use him for her side, because the rebellion just needs the help that badly.
I do need to make better research on real amnesia before I apply scifi logic to it... And I need to not be hyperfixation on Quaritch's blue ass. His own trope scratches a similar itch, since he's a clone with implanted memories. So identity crisis as well...
18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.
OK ok I have this entry from my Hannibal ficlets that focuses on a secret inside the "mind palace" Hannibal Lecter has. I've read all three relevant Hannibal books, watched the films, all TV series… And then I read the book Piranesi by Susanna Clarke. It's excellent and I recommend it.
It focuses on a man living inside an enormous house that has three levels going in all directions, with clouds in the top level and a sea with rushing tides in the bottom. There are statues everywhere… And birds… And it's very WTF and it takes you a long time to understand what's going on. It's in this man's pov too which thickens the mystery.
I love the works of Piranesi. He's an italian architect and archaelogist who once got sick. 22 yo and delirious with fever, he sketched a series of 'infinite prisons' which you can see here!
So I'm writing this tiny daily ficlet, trying to stick as close to 200 words as I can, and I was folding myself into a piranesian pretzel trying to FIT THE DAMN EXPRESSION in. Making Hannibal's mind palace into a piranesian thing.
There is a corner of his mind always plagued by snow.
It is a torturous journey there, through labyrinthine passages, down echoing stairwells and across bridges arcing over the piranesian landscape of his palace. It is easy to lose one's way, to be distracted by the vaulted ceilings of a chapel, the confines of well used hideouts, or the familiar outlines of his Baltimore office. But if he keeps walking, fingers brushing against all the door-frames of all the halls of his mind, eventually they alight on damp wood, cold and brittle.
[he's off to visit his baby sister, who he keeps in there. He was forced to eat her by soldiers as a child, yeah it's dark]
23. If you had to remix one of your own fics, which would it be and how would you remix it?
I'm not super hung up on this idea. I write and move on. I have 151 works currently and I've been on ao3 for not even 3 years. So as you can imagine I have a tendency to create a new work rather than worry about remixing.
This being said I'd probably completely retool my very first fic, as per answer 1. I'd change the OC, shorten the plot by A LOT, get the action started sooner, completely drop a lot of worldbuilding… It's a slog, which can be very sweet in a fanfic when you're enjoying the slog content, but dear lord, it makes for awkward re-reading.
I'd make the OC an alien instead of a human raised by aliens. Too much going on.
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Backlog of games (WIP)
PC
1931: Scheherazade at the library of Pergamum
7'Scarlet
Absolute alchemical potion
Airis
Akash: path of five
The amazing shinsengumi: heroes in love
Anicon -Animal Complex- Cats path
Anicon -Animal Complex- Sheep's path
Backstage pass
Ballads at Midnight
Blood code
Blue rose reprise
Blush blush
Cafe 0 ~the drowned mermaid ~
Cafe 0 ~the sleeping beast~
Cafe rouge
Cardinal cross
Changeling
Cinderella phenomenon
Cliche -critical change
Crossroad
Dandelion ~wishes brought to you~
Dangerous relationship
Deliver us from evil
Destiny's princess
dUpLicity ~beyond the lies~
East tower Akio
East tower kuon
East tower kurenai
East tower takashii
Errant kingdom
A foretold affair
Hatoful boyfriend
Hatoful boyfriend holiday star
The heiress of sorcery
High school otome
How to fool a liar king
How to take off your mask
I live you Colonel sanders
Let's not stay friends
London detective mysteria
Long live the queen
Love ritual
Lucky rabbit reflex
Magical diary horse hall
Magical otoge ciel
Memories on the shoreline
The men of yoshiwara: Kikuya
My Butler
My lady
Nekopara -catboys paradise-
Never forget me
Never give up
Office lovers
Ozmafia
Paper Shakespeare
Pink rage
Psychedelica of the ashen hawk
Psychedelica of the black butterfly
Pub encounter
Quantum conscience
Red strong of fate
Reflections ~dreams and reality~
Royal alchemist
Secrets of me
Signed and sealed with a kiss
Sounds of verity
Sword daughter
Sword of asumi
Tailor tales
Taisho x Alice
Theory of fear
These nights in cairo
This world unknown
Ture lovers knot
Typical
Unmoor
Witches x Warlocks
X-note
XOXO blood droplets
Switch
Amnesia LaterxCrowd
Arcade Spirits
Ayakashi Romance Reborn
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Beer Events 4.1
Events
Guinness brewed their last batch of ale, deciding instead to concentrate on stout (1799)
Christian Moerlein arrived in Cincinnati (1842)
Missouri Brewers Association founded (1900)
Manitowoc County Brewers Association founded (1901)
Prohibition enacted in Alberta and Saskatchewan, Canada (1918)
Robert Owens patented a Wild-Oat and Barley Separator (1919)
NYC Beer Strike began with 7,000 members of International Union of Brewery Workers out on strike (1949; it ended June 20)
Grace Brothers Brewing re-opened, after being closed since 1953 (California; 1958)
Thin Layer Steam Distillation of Hop Oil Extract patented (1969)
Interbrew Betriebs und Beteilig patented a Preparation of Beer (1975)
Stephen Morris’ The Great Beer Trek published (1984)
Jennifer Guinness kidnapped & held for 2 million pounds ransom (1986)
1st keg of Alaskan Amber was officially tapped by Steve Cowper, then Governor of Alaska (1987)
Leinenkugel became a wholly owned subsidiary of Miller Brewing (1988)
Kirin Beer patented a Flow Passage Closing Mechanism of Beverage Pouring Apparatus (1997)
Tabernash & Left Hand Brewing merged (Colorado; 1998)
1st American restaurant certified organic (Restaurant Now, DC; 1999)
Heineken released their keg-shaped can (2000)
Brewery Openings
Als Aldaris / Pripps & Hartwell (Latvia; 1865)
Anthracite Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1897)
Gund Brewing (1897)
Keystone Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1902)
Genessee Brewing (New York; 1933)
Frog & Parrot brewery (England; 1982)
Granite Brewery (Nova Scotia, Canada; 1985)
Horseshoe Bay Brewing (British Columbia, Canada; 1988)
Old City Brewing (Texas; 1988)
Rochester Brewpub (New York; 1988)
Dilworth Brewing (North Carolina; 1989)
Frankton Bagby Brewery (England; 1989)
Marin Brewing (California; 1989)
Old Colorado Brewing (Colorado; 1989)
Swans Brewpub / Buckerfield Brewery (British Columbia, Canada; 1989)
Dubuque Brewing (Washington; 1991)
Nelson Brewing (British Columbia, Canada; 1991)
Oasis Brewing (Colorado; 1991)
Captain Tony's Pizza & Pasta Emporium brewery (Ohio; 1993)
Lonetree Brewing Ltd (Colorado; 1993)
Murphys Creek Brewing (California; 1993)
Old Peconic Brewing (New York; 1993)
Star Brewing (Oregon; 1993)
Highlands Brewery (Florida; 1994)
Maui Beer Company (Hawaii; 1994)
Black River Brewhouse (Vermont; 1995)
Brazos Brewing (Texas; 1995)
Chuckanut Bay Brewing (Washington; 1995)
Coophouse Brewery (Colorado; 1995)
Drytown Brewing (New York; 1995)
Engine House #9 brewery (Washington; 1995)
Old World Pub & Brewery (Oregon; 1995)
River Market Brewing (Missouri; 1995)
Southend Brewery & Smokehouse (North Carolina; 1995)
Thunder Bay Brewing (California; 1995)
American Brewers Guild Brewery (California; 1996)
Blue Anchor Pub brewery (Florida; 1996)
Champion Billiards & Cafe (Maryland; 1996)
Climax Brewing (New Jersey; 1996)
Gem State Brewing (Idaho; 1996)
Kaw River Brewery (Kansas; 1996)
Mt. Begbie Brewing (Canada; 1996)
O'Hooley's Pub & Brewery (Ohio; 1996)
Osprey Ale Brewing (Colorado; 1996)
Paradise Brewing / Pagosa Springs Brewing (Colorado; 1996)
Railway Brewing (Alaska; 1996)
Rixdorfer Brauhaus (Germany; 1996)
A-Z Brewing (Arizona; 1997)
Ambleside Brewing (Minnesota; 1997)
Arizona Brewing (Arizona; 1997)
Barley Brothers Brewery & Grill (Arizona; 1997)
Barney's Brewery (California; 1997)
Borealis Brewery (Alaska; 1997)
Cottonwood Brewery (North Carolina; 1997)
Great Beer Co. (California; 1997)
High Mountain Brewing (Canada; 1997)
Irons Brewing (Colorado; 1997)
Manitou Brewery (Colorado; 1997)
Maui Kine Brewery (Hawaii; 1997)
Olde Wyndham Brewery (Connecticut; 1997)
Reckless Abandon Brewery (California; 1997)
Red Tomato Brewery (California; 1997)
Sierra Blanca Brewing (New Mexico; 1997)
Willimantic brewing (Connecticut; 1997)
Dragonmead Microbrewery (Michigan; 1998)
Knucklehead Brewing (Canada; 1998)
Newport Brewing (Rhode Island; 1998)
Captain Cook Brewery (England; 1999)
Freedom Brewing (England; 1999)
MIIG Brewery (Jordan; 1999)
Titanic Brewery & Restaurant (Florida; 1999)
Two Rivers Brewing (Canada; 1999)
Clay Pipe Brewing (Maryland; 2000)
Conshohocken Brewing (Pennsylvania; 2014)
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Week 2: Fifty Shades of Blue
G’day ladies and gents. Welcome back to your weekly dose of Australia.
I started off the week following Anika Satish’s food and study spot recommendations. Give her a follow on the app Beli if you plan on making it over here.
Sonder Cafe - Sonder: "The profound feeling of realizing that everyone, including strangers passing in the street, has a life as complex as one's own, which they are constantly living despite one's personal lack of awareness of it."
My roommates couldn’t decide which dish sounded more appetizing so we split up all three. We then wandered through the neighborhood of Paddington. Dreaming of coffee and a study nook, we felt that if we sat down maybe some of our rapidly growing school assignments would be shown some attention.
Nope!
The WiFi was spotty so we found an excuse to push off the work till some day in the future and got to work thrifting at the nearest op shops.
The next day we spent at the aquarium taking in the Australian fishes, the same as the ones in the States but with a TON of sharks. We rushed through the exhibit to arrive late to Michigan’s National Championship watch party. The bar was rented out by alumni living in Sydney.
“It’s great… to be… a Michigan Wolverine”
Wednesday was wild. We experienced another Sheaf Wednesday.
This weekend Joe and I attended Surf Camp Australia for a weekend full of lessons and beach living. The journey started Friday evening on the stunning bus ride to the camp two hours south of Sydney.
Gradient Sky Rainbow
The camp was a deadzone for service which kept our phones off and in our rooms. We went from doom-scrolling to nose-diving on our surfboards. In all seriousness, we met an incredible group of exchange students from India, France, Canada, and our very own UMich.
After our second round of lessons, the camp came together for dinner which became an informal watch party with everyone wiping out. That night, we were encouraged to spend time at the local pub to embrace the local culture of drinking and dancing the night away.
The town we surfed in and the Aussie DJ who kept us on our feet
Our night ended with a walk on the beach and a deep appreciation of the stars. When we could tear our eyes from the spotted abyss above us, we found the crashing waves twinkling. The beach had a bioluminescence bloom; the coast lit up with every dash of our feet through the water.
Thank you as always for reading,
As a wise man once said, "More life!"
Grant Touchette
Aerospace Engineering
UNSW, Sydney, Australia
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London 03
Whether you’re looking to party with the locals or enjoy a more sophisticated night out, London has a wide variety of options to suit all tastes and budgets. From riverside pubs to nightclubs, from immersive theatre to bat walks, you’ll be sure to find something to pique your interest. For a unique nighttime activity, spend an evening at the Houses of Parliament. This is a historic institution that often works overtime. Visitors can participate in the Ceremony of the Keys, which involves secret passwords, military music, and Beefeaters. There’s also the more modern nighttime option of walking along the eerie Jack the Ripper Ghost Walk. Check this out
The Tower of London is one of the most iconic sites in the city, but it’s not for the faint of heart. This historical landmark has served many purposes throughout its history. You can climb to the top of the Tower to get a spectacular view of the city or opt for an exclusive nighttime tour. The Tower of London has also been a prison and is home to the famous Jack the Ripper.
Another historical venue that offers a great nighttime experience is the Royal Opera House. This world-class opera house hosts live performances by world-class opera stars. You can also visit the Prince Charles Cinema, which shows popular movies. If you’re looking for a more posh dining option, visit Bang Bang Oriental, which is an excellent food hall in north London. It’s home to 27 kiosks serving up top-notch Asian cuisine.
The 100 Club is another fascinating London nighttime activity. This club has an exclusive viewing platform on the 72nd floor that offers a panoramic view of the city. You can even stay there as long as you like. There are several museums and galleries in London that are open late. The Science Museum, for instance, has fun interactive events. You can also check out the London Eye and the Illuminated River installation. These are free to enter. You can also explore a few London landmarks at night. The London Eye is a famous landmark, but you can also take a nighttime flight to see the Shard and Tower Bridge. You can also check out the Illuminated River, which features illuminated bridges and the iconic London Eye.
For more fun, try the London Dungeon. This attraction is a real-life haunted attraction, and it’s a good way to learn about the city’s darker past. This interactive attraction has fun games and events, and a few of them are designed for children. Other nightlife activities in London include visiting the Science Museum, the British Museum, and the Victoria and Albert Museum. These institutions also host fun events for kids and adults alike. There are even a few museums that offer free tours. The West End is a vibrant art and talent district of London. The area is home to numerous live music venues, as well as an extensive selection of clubs. It’s also home to many quaint bakeries and small cafes. There’s also a good chance you’ll be able to catch a show at the infamous Ronnie Scott’s Jazz Club. Next article
Point of Interest #1 The Blue Posts, 28 Rupert St, London W1D 6DJ
Point of Interest #2 The Newman Arms, 23 Rathbone St, London W1T 1NG
Point of Interest #3 Opera London Club, 37 Duke St, London W1U 1LN
Driving Directions To Forest & Ray – Dentists, Orthodontists, Implant Surgeons From Opera London Club
Originally published here: https://forestray.dentist/london/london-03/
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What is Miami's most popular dish?
Miami is an immensely varied city, and this diversity is mirrored in the city's great variety of cuisines. There are cultural influences everywhere throughout the city, from the most expensive restaurants on South Beach to the cheapest cafes and shops. Vaca frita is a popular meal that literally translates to "fried cow." The beef is lime-marinated and grilled till crispy. Typically, it is served with rice and beans.
If you want a delicious Cuban sandwich in Miami, you've come to the correct place. The Cuban sandwich is one of the most popular cuisines in the city, and Time Out has searched for the greatest examples. They recommend a variety of independent and small local chain restaurants. The restaurants Versailles, Doce Provisions, and Sergio's Restaurant are among the better options. Some even include soppressata. Caribe Cafe is another noteworthy choice.
This popular sandwich contains pork, sweet ham, and pickles. In addition, it is served with potato sticks. It complements mango juice beautifully. This Cuban sandwich is available in at least ten Miami establishments.
Arepas are stuffed flatbreads that can range from street cuisine to lavish feasts and come in a variety of styles. They are among the most popular delicacies in Miami, and are frequently served with tropical fruit milkshakes called batido. The warm climate of Miami also makes arepas an ideal dinner for individuals who lack the time to cook.
Arepas are the least expensive food in Miami. They are typically offered at reasonable costs, beginning at $5.50, and bear amusing names such as Rumbera, Latina, and Perico. The arepas are served with a kale and avocado salad on the side. The same family that operates the famed Loncheria Monyca in Doral, Florida, prepares the meals.
Mofongo is a dish with origins in the Caribbean. It is typically served with chicharrones and garlic sauce and is created from mashed plantains. Don Mofongo's menu also has grilled churrasco and Santo Domingo street cuisine chimi, in addition to other native foods.
Mofongo is an Afro-Puerto Rican cuisine that consists of a kind of ingredients. The star of the dish is fried plantains that are shaped into a pilon with garlic and chicharrones. This is one of the most popular dishes in Miami and is frequently offered in Latin American restaurants.
Miami is fueled by coffee, and Cuban coffee is no exception. Made with steamed milk and a robust espresso, Cuban coffee is hot, sweet, and robust, and is served in mugs that look like they were made for children. It is also a social experience; in Miami, you are likely to encounter dozens of Cubans conversing about politics, their day jobs, or life.
Typically, Cuban coffee is served in corrugated plastic cups with a spout to facilitate pouring. Most establishments serve coffee and milk in nearly equal proportions, but occasionally there is more coffee than milk. Cuban coffee has traditionally been served with demerara sugar, a crunchy brown sugar with floating crystals.
La Mar is the place to go for the most genuine Peruvian cuisine in Miami. This restaurant on the ocean provides the greatest ceviche in town and offers breathtaking views of the Brickell skyline. There are additional brunch alternatives on the menu, including Smoky Anticuchos and Pisco Sours.
Whether you prefer foreign cuisine or Latin American cuisine, there is something for everyone. Brickell is a globally renowned gastronomic hotspot, but La Mar is its unofficial culinary center.
Sports Grill's wings are among the most popular meals in Miami. These wings are marinated in a vinegar-based marinade and perfectly charbroiled. They are served with ranch or blue cheese dressing. The Sports Grill is located in South Miami on Sunset Drive. There is bar seating and indoor/outdoor seating available at the restaurant.
This legendary sports pub has been a neighborhood favorite for more than two decades. The casual, family-owned restaurant with seven locations in South Florida is famous for its chicken wings. It provides eight distinct varieties of wings, including traditional grilled wings and distinctive creations.
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Day 26
Friday 27th May 2022
Today we woke up to incredible blue skies. We slept really well too, there was hardly any wind, a clear night, and so many stars, it was nice to wake up feeling refreshed. Because we ran out of gas last night, our first stop was to find coffee, we headed into Newport to find a coffee shop. Since we were early, we walked around the town for a bit, checked out the church and a castle before heading to the bike cafe for cappuccinos. We then stopped off at a very fancy organic shop and bought some delicious looking foccasia bread for lunch. We had some jam sandwiches for breakie before heading up the mountain. We walked up to the top of Carn Ingli a historic peak near Newport. The summit is rocky and there are a few remains from the Iron Age etc, it is pretty impressive. But the most impressive is the view. Pretty much a 360 view of the area and it is absolutely stunning, with the blue skies we could see for miles! Then back down again, we successfully found a gas bottle replacement, then we decided to find a nice spot for lunch. After a bit of searching we found a lovely spot to the south of Newport where we could see the beach that Benoit had been kitesurfing at these last few days. It also had a stunning old broken down church which was used for a wedding which we saw leaving just as we were arriving. We had our lunch and enjoyed the welsh sunshine (and foccasia which was delicious). This afternoon we relaxed with our books in the church grounds before deciding to be a bit active and go for a little walk around the coastline. Afterwards we stopped at the local fish and chip shop for dinner, we once again took our food to a picnic spot near the beach. It was a good day, just the right amount of relaxing and activity. This evening, Paul had organised a party at the local pub, he had invited a bluegrass band, Tick Fever, to come play and luckily we stayed in town for it because it was really neat. The place itself was really cute, lots of little huts for shelter from the weather in which surrounded the band. After a pint Benoit had his dancing shoes on and we spent the evening grooving to bluegrass. We had a heap of laughs and I think Paul was pretty happy that Benoit got a few people dancing, hard to feel self conscious when Benoit is wiggling about all around! A top night, we haven’t been this social during the evening in ages and it’s been so fun! Love Kate xxx
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New York Times, Men's Fashion of the Times; March 2004
Piazzaman
By Josh Patner
''Could I have some more ah-gua, per fah-for-eh?'' Owen Wilson asks the waitress in a restaurant just off Piazza di Spagna in Rome. His Italian is 100 percent Texas tourist; you almost hear President Bush speaking Spanish. ''I don't know why they can't make the Italian food at home taste like here,'' Wilson says, eyeballing a piece of tuna in his salad. ''Go into any dive, and it's the best Italian food you ever had.''
As the wonder rises in his flat, twangy voice, it's hard to imagine anything more charmingly American than Owen Wilson in Rome. He flops down at a cafe table with all the formality of a guy about to pop open a Bud. Certainly the shaggy blond hair, baseball cap and blue jeans do their part. Or maybe it's because he's bowlegged: he always looks as if he has just jumped off a horse. ''Can you imagine how I felt, coming here from Dallas?'' says Wilson, 35. ''I mean, it's so beautiful!'' The actor, who co-stars in ''Starsky & Hutch'' opposite Ben Stiller, has been in Rome for the last five months working on ''The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou.'' Directed by his best friend and college roommate, Wes Anderson, it tells of a father-son conflict between Bill Murray's Jacques Cousteau-like man of the sea and Wilson's airplane pilot. When Wilson talks of living among the wonders of Rome, he speaks elliptically, stymied, like a suburban guy who has landed on a dazzling new planet. ''After being in Rome, flying into Dallas/Fort Worth and driving by the Dairy Queens and the 7-Elevens . . . it's sort of . . . Europeans must find . . . here they are with all this beauty . . . the churches with the Caravaggio paintings . . . it's so . . . different.''
Movie stars in Rome have long enjoyed the affections of a city that loves celebrity. But Wilson reverses that equation: he has thrown his arms open to Rome. ''It's not like I'm Bruce Willis,'' he says with a sheepish grin. ''He probably has a hard time going outside.'' But Wilson is everywhere: watching American football at an Irish pub near Piazza Navona, buying cheese at an outdoor market, zooming past the Vespas on his bicycle. ''I tear around Piazza del Popolo and then go down to the Colosseum, and I ride around that, and then I hit that place -- what is it? The Circus Maximus.'' You might think Wilson -- the handsome brother of the handsome actors Luke and Andrew, and Sheryl Crow's ex -- was on his junior year abroad.
But Wilson is no wide-eyed hick. Writers have called him a ''big-popcorn movie star'' and ''bankable headliner.'' He is an actor who has it all: down-home folksiness and art-house weight, megaplex sex appeal and a deep sense of complex characters. His peculiarly deadpan delivery (he sounds like an old-time character actor playing a boozy cowboy) and versatile presence on screen (he can be ironic and naïve) have made for a charmed career. ''Bottle Rocket,'' his first film, a crime caper written with Anderson, who also directed, was screened at the Sundance Film Festival in 1993. ''It's kind of incredible,'' he says, a toothpick twirling in his teeth. ''Wes and I were friends in school; we'd go see two movies a night. Wes worked in the projection booth, so we went for free. And here we are at Cinecittà, where Scorsese filmed. It's good, man.'' The two continued to work together on scripts for ''Rushmore'' and ''The Royal Tenenbaums,'' which received an Oscar nomination for best screenplay in 2001.
Wilson's first major roles, in ''Shanghai Noon'' and ''Zoolander,'' showed his finesse with action and comedy. In ''Behind Enemy Lines,'' his portrayal of a military pilot shot down in Bosnia and on the run revealed an equal gift for drama. Now, with his character in ''The Life Aquatic,'' he has another chance to broaden the goofy screen persona that isn't far from his real self. ''This character is a lot less of me. He's very innocent and sweet-natured. A lot of characters I've played are rife with insecurities. But he seems happy.''
With three new films in the works, he could be dizzier than a rodeo pony. (He has roles as a villain in ''The Wendell Baker Story,'' written with Luke, who co-stars and co-directs with Andrew, and a romantic lead in ''Wedding Crashers.'') But as our lunch ends, he kicks back with one foot on a stool and talks of leaving Rome. ''I think the thing I'll miss most is the feeling I have here -- feeling really relaxed and just kinda riding around on my bike, seeing stuff.'' After a polite ''Thank you, and see yuh,'' he zooms off on his bicycle, so deeply American that the grandeur of Rome seems to shrivel in his wake. You imagine for a moment that you are on some college quad, not before a palazzo made of stones dragged from the Colosseum.
Ah-ree-ve-der-chi, man.
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Mr. Librarian Meets Mr. Writer
@agardenofideas commented:
you can choose the characters: person 1: hey you dropped something!!! person 2 looking at 1: oh? and what is it? person 1: your standards. hi, I'm 1 Thank you for the prompt! I went with wolf star as they are my favorite ship
Remus hurried down the stairs of the library, the stacks of books tucked under his arm. He had a bit of a slow day today but usually, Wesndays were like that, and thankfully it gave him time to add the new shipment of books he had been putting off since Friday into the system.
He was ever so excited that the new volume to a series he was obsessed with had just arrived. After adding it to the system he checked it out for himself, and now he had a relaxing night of bubble baths, tea, and the wonderful world build by Padfoot S.
Padfoot S, was the author of the Marauders, a tale of three best friends who met a boarding school but soon learn they were all part of a curse placed on their bloodlines thousands of years ago.
The curse effect only the firstborn son, forcing him to turn into animals on the full moon after his fifteenth birthday. The curse would then follow him throughout the rest of his life until the animal completely took over at the age of fifty. The three friends banded together to go on a journal and break the curse.
Remus adores young adult novels but this one was a breath of fresh air since the main focus of the story was friendship and mythology rather than romance. He didn't hate romance but sometimes it was too in his face, and he was suspecting the main character was being written to reveal as gay later on. He is hoping.
The other books he had were some he wanted to read as well but they would be only after he finished Mauraders year seven. Maybe even a few days later if this book broke his heart and he had to recover from it.
Remus couldn't wait to get to the bus stop. A full thirty minutes for him to read his book!
"Hey, you drop something!" A voice suddenly calls out, a little ways behind him. Pausing Remus turns around to see a man in a leather jacket, long raven hair, and ripped jeans walking towards him. His heavy boots stomp on the ground with aggression but his expression is open and friendly.
Realizing he is speaking to him Remus glances down, worried he had dropped one of his books or a piece of paper. He had the nasty habit of sticking papers into his books as bookmakers, despite the actual bookmakers he owns. "Oh? What is it? What I drop?"
"Your standards. Hi, I'm Sirius Black." The man holds out his hand with a boyish smolder and Remus blinks back at him.
"I ugh, I'm sorry?" He asks unable to take the offered hand because his brain was still trying to process the strange greeting. "Are you...hitting on me?"
"Yup. I was wondering if I could convince you to go on a date with me this weekend while I was at it." Sirius says without a lick of shame still holding his hand out.
"Oh." Remus didn't know what to say. He had people flirt with him before and he had done the same with a few as well but no one had come up to him out of nowhere like this guy was doing. He takes the offered handshake, pumping his arm up and down in a firm grip for lack of what to do. ". I'm Remus. Is this a joke?"
Sirius laughs, it's a sound that sounds from deep within his chest shaking his whole frame, and Remus is surprised by the lovely sounds. "No. I really do want to take you on a date. What do you say?"
"Um...alright." He says unsure why but something about Sirius felt safe. He knew he wouldn't be the kind of person who grew angry when rejected so he saw no reason why he shouldn't. Besides he could always give him a fake number if things went south.
He pointed to the cafe nearby, Regulus' Cafe, and smiled "Want to have that first date now?"
Sirius turns to the building raising a brow "There?"
"Yes is there a problem?"
"Not at all. Lead the way, Remus." The door of the cafe chimes, when they step in. The place is busy but not packed and the man wearing glasses behind the counter nods at them.
"Be right with you!" He calls while in the process of making some drinks for the group of teenagers at the counter. Regulus' cafe is a cozy-looking place with a minor gimmick of constellations, that are directly painted on the corners of the walls and the tables in white sparkling paint.
With its blended colors of dark blue and purples, the place looked like it was frozen in dust, just before the night took over. Remus instantly thought it would be the perfect example of the Traveling Pub in the Mauraders series and vowed to come back more often if this date went well.
Sirius seemed to spend a lot of time here as he knew the barista by name, asking James to give him a discount for his first date. Surprisingly even though Sirius seems to be joking James did in fact give them a discount winking at Remus when he caught his gaze.
Remus takes a few minutes to look at the menu, but in the end, Sirius picks a coffee while Remus gets the spicy chocolate shake, and James pumps out their drinks quickly. He throws in some banana bread after claiming Reggie wouldn't mind.
As they make their way to an open table with the pastries and drinks Remus couldn't help but notice the way Sirius was eyeing his books and realized he recognized the blue one. "Have you ever read Mauraders?"
"Read it? One could say I wrote it" Sirius answers with a cheerful grin. pulling the laughing lines around his eyes and lighting up his face. "Do you like the series?"
"I love it!" What followed next was forty minutes of Remus outlining everything he adores about the series forgetting it was a date in the process as Sirius stares at him with a bewitch expression. It's the best first date he ever had.
(Meanwhile, Regulus gets back from break only to find out his brother is skipping on his shift to flirt with the librarian and his boyfriend gave the pair of idiots a full loaf of banana bread...again. He needs to stop hiring Sirius between novels his brother never knows how to work)
#hpdabbles#Harry Potter#Wolfstar#mention of Jegulus#mordern Au#In which Remus is on a first date with his favorite novelist and doesn't realize it#Sirius had seen him walk by everyday#James ships it#Agardenofideas
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"Workers at General Motors, Toyota Motor, Target, and Macy’s in the Lone Star State will maintain face-covering protocols at work, the companies announced Tuesday, according to Reuters."
Restaurants in Dallas-Fort Worth requiring masks:
8 Cloves at the Dallas Farmers Market
AllGood Cafe in Deep Ellum
Armadillo Ale Works in Denton
Armoury D.E. in Deep Ellum
Asian Mint in Dallas and Richardson
The Basement Lounge in Fort Worth
The Bearded Monk in Denton
Bendt Distilling Co. in Lewisville
Beto & Son in West Dallas
Billy Can Can in Victory Park
Bisous Bisous Patisserie in Uptown
Black Coffee in Fort Worth
Blackland Distillery in Fort Worth
The Blue Fish in Allen, Fort Worth, Irving, Plano, Galleria Dallas and Lower Greenville in Dallas
The Boiled Owl Tavern in Fort Worth
Boulevardier in Bishop Arts
Braindead Brewing in Deep Ellum
Brown Bag Provisions
Burgerim in the West End
Cattleack Barbeque in Dallas/Farmers Branch
Cedar Springs Tap House in Dallas
CiboDivino Marketplace in West Dallas
Cindi’s NY Deli in Dallas and Carrollton
CocoAndre Chocolatier in Oak Cliff
Cold Beer Company in Deep Elum
Cookie Society in Frisco
Cox Farms Market in West Dallas
Cris and John in Far North Dallas
Cultivar Coffee in East Dallas
Detour Doughnuts and Coffee in Frisco
Division Brewing in Arlington
Double Wide in Deep Ellum
Dream Cafe on Mockingbird Lane and in the Quadrangle, both in Dallas
Dude, Sweet Chocolate in Oak Cliff
Dugg Burger on Garland Road and Walnut Hill Lane, both in Dallas
Easy Slider in Deep Ellum and Grapevine
Fat Straws in Dallas, Plano and Richardson
Fiction Coffee near downtown Dallas
The Fillmore Pub in Plano
Flying Fish in Addison, Arlington, Fort Worth, Garland, Plano and all Dallas locations
Flying Saucer in Fort Worth, Rockwall and Coppell
Four Bullets Brewery in Richardson
Four Corners Brewing in the Cedars
Full City Rooster in the Cedars
Funky Picnic Brewery & Cafe in Fort Worth
Gemma in East Dallas
Gold Rush Cafe in East Dallas
Golden Boy Coffee Co. (Denton, Coppell, Plano)
Goodfriend Beer Garden and Burger House in East Dallas
Goodfriend Package in East Dallas
Halcyon on Greenville Avenue in Dallas
Haute Sweets Patisserie in Lake Highlands
Hillside Tavern in East Dallas
Hive Bakery in Flower Mound
Homewood near Highland Park
Houndstooth Coffee on Henderson Avenue, Sylvan Avenue and North Central Expressway at Walnut Hill, all in Dallas
Invasion in East Dallas
Khao Gang (the takeout restaurant in place of Khao Noodle Shop) in Old East Dallas
Korean Street Eats in Carrollton
Las Almas Rotas in Exposition Park
La Casita Bakeshop in Richardson
Leaves Book and Tea Shop in Fort Worth
Liberty Burger, all five locations
The Local Oak in Oak Cliff
The Londoner in Addison
Los Vaqueros in Fort Worth and Weatherford
Lucia in Oak Cliff
Mario Bros. Tacos in Dallas and Plano
Marugame Udon in Carrollton and Dallas
Meddlesome Moth in Dallas Design District
Medieval Times near the Dallas Design District
Melt Ice Creams in Fort Worth and Dallas
Miriam Latina Cocina in Uptown
Nature’s Plate in Plano and Dallas, on Preston Road and on Northwest Highway
Neighborhood Services
Nickel City in Fort Worth
Niwa Japanese BBQ in Deep Ellum
Noble Coyote Coffee Roasters in Exposition Park
Nobu in Uptown
Nori Handroll Bar, Dallas
Oddfellows in Oak Cliff
Off the Bone Barbeque in the Cedars
One90 Smoked Meats in Lake Highlands
Opening Bell Coffee in the Cedars
Osuba Hibachi Sushi and Bar (Waxahachie, Cedar Hill)
Parigi on Oak Lawn Avenue
Partenope in downtown Dallas
Peaberry Coffee in Oak Cliff
Pho is for Lovers in Dallas and Richardson
Proper in Fort Worth
Rapscallion on Lowest Greenville
Resident Taqueria in East Dallas
Ricky’s Hot Chicken in Richardson
Rodeo Goat in Fort Worth, Dallas, Plano, Rockwall and Coppell
Roots Chicken Shak in Plano
Round-Up Saloon near Oak Lawn
Ruins in Deep Ellum
Sachet near Highland Park
Salsa Limon in Fort Worth and Dallas
Salum near Uptown
S&J’s Hot Chicken in northwest Dallas
Sandwich Hag in the Cedars
San Martin Bakery & Restaurant in Uptown Dallas
Single Wide on Greenville Avenue in Dallas
Slow Bone BBQ near the Dallas Design District
Smallcakes on Northwest Highway in Dallas
Society Bakery in East Dallas
Spiral Diner in Fort Worth, Dallas and Denton
Sprinkle’s Cupcakes (all locations)
Stevie’s Diner in Fort Worth
Streets Fine Chicken near Oak Lawn Avenue
Swizzle on Lowest Greenville
Szechuan Chinese Restaurant near the Medical District
Tacodeli in Plano and Dallas
Tarantula Tiki Lounge in Fort Worth
Tasty Tails in Richardson and Addison
Teasom in Uptown
Ten Bells Tavern in Oak Cliff
Thunderbird Station in Deep Ellum
Trova Wine Bar near Highland Park
True Kitchen + Kocktails in downtown Dallas
Twilite Lounge in Fort Worth
Uchi and Uchiba in Uptown
Urbano Cafe in Old East Dallas
Urban Taco at Mockingbird Station in Dallas
The Usual in Fort Worth
Val’s Cheesecakes on Greenville Avenue and Maple Avenue, both in Dallas
Vector Brewing in Lake Highlands
Veritas Wine Room in East Dallas
Vitality Bowls in Frisco, Las Colinas, Plano, Southlake and Dallas’ Preston Hollow
Wayward Coffee in Oak Cliff
Westlake Brewing Company in Deep Ellum
Whisk Crepes in West Dallas
Wits End in Deep Ellum
Xaman Cafe in Bishop Arts
Zaap Kitchen on Fitzhugh Avenue, Buckner Boulevard and Greenville Avenue, all in Dallas
Zen Sushi in Oak Cliff
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T.C. fluff:
Being Timothée’s co-star in an upcoming romantic drama, and having a long weekend off together to explore the coastal European city you’re filming in
“Wow, this is beautiful.” You hugged your rolled-up towel close to your chest, the view of a crowded beach, sparkling crystal blue water and colourful umbrellas lining the sand awaiting you.
“Oui, c’est très beau,” Timothee agreed, playfully nudging your shoulder, guiding you to follow him down onto the sand. You slipped off your shoes and the two of you began meandering through the endless sea of warm sand and towels, eventually finding vacant real estate between a young family and a group of women bathing in the sun.
It was Timothee’s idea to explore the French town you were filming in together while you had a few days off, and as you laid down your towel, and Timothee retrieved containers of strawberries and savoury biscuits from his backpack, you couldn’t believe you’d thought of spending your Friday any other way.
You talked and ate and waded into the water, splashing each other and jumping over waves. And when you weren’t doing that, you alternated between reading your script and a novel while Timothee laid on his stomach, headphones on, head resting on his arms.
You couldn’t quite tell behind his sunglasses, but judging by how you’d finished reading an entire chapter and he hadn’t moved a muscle, you assumed he’d fallen asleep.
Under the sun block and daylight, his pale skin seemed to glow. His hair a perfectly messy mop, grains of sand nestled into the ends of his curls. Timothee really did have perfect features. You could objectively see that now that you were really looking at him. Bold eyebrows poking over the tops of his sunglasses, strong nose, angelic lips-
“You staring at me?”
You quickly looked out towards the water, resting your chin onto your knees and hugging your legs. “No, just checking if you were awake.”
He rolled over, stretching out. “I am now.” Checking the time on his watch, he added, “Shit. We’ve been here for hours.”
He reached out and picked up one of the few remaining uneaten strawberries by its stalk while you packed away your books into your bag.
“Do you feel like getting dinner?” he asked, tossing the leafy remains into the pile you’d made as you ate.
“Yes,” you eagerly nodded your head. Laying out on the sand all day really worked up your appetite.
Already feeling drowsy from the fresh air and too much sun, you followed Timothee’s lead from the shore to the row of bars and cafes lining the beach. He led you inside the doors of a quaint pub; one hand holding the door open, the other on the small of your back.
A live band was set up on the raised stage towards the back, playing acoustic French music for those enjoying meals and post-work drinks. You found a seat at the bar, sharing bread and wine, your heart swelling the more time you spent learning the workings of Timothee’s mind. You could’ve sat all night with your chin in the palm of your hand, listening to him rattle on about his favourite directors and film theories and character studies, then abruptly stop himself with an embarrassed laugh, running his palms down his thighs.
“Anyway,” he laughed, shaking his head. He finished his drink, then tuned into the DJ who’d since replaced the initial band. “Wanna dance?”
Several drinks in and hours of dancing later, you were still on the dance floor with a drink in hand. As the night went on, every time your head spin subsided, Timothee was either dragging you through the crammed bodies back over to the bar or replacing empty glasses in your hand with overflowing cups of alcohol.
After the fourth glass exchange, you put an arm around his neck to pull his ear down to be level with your lips. While your thoughts were still somewhat coherent, your words were a little slurred. “Timmy, maybe you should slow down a bit.”
As you were speaking, the ABBA remix playing faded into Kid Cudi, and you watched as your words fell onto deaf ears. Timothee’s face lit up and he shouted, “FUCK YEAH!” raising his free arm above his head. Your eyes followed his movements as he sang along to every word, big grin on his face, never stopping to breath; only pausing for a sip of his drink.
Before you knew what was happening, your back was against the wall and Timothee’s lips on yours. But just as quickly as he had kissed you, he was pulling back, flicking his hair back and shouting the next lyric through a tipsy grin. As the chorus started for a second time, he caught sight of you watching him, wide eyed and in a daze, and set his empty glass down as you reached to grab his waist. He stepped in to kiss you again; this time harder, longer and deeper.
The remainder of the night became hazier and hazier; only blurred visions of licking salt off the back of your hand and clinking shot glasses, jumping and spinning around the dance floor, and your fingers getting caught in Timothee’s salty curls remained.
*
An instant ache shot through the middle of your forehead as you blinked your eyes open, and you groaned. Sheer confusion washed over you, your mind unable to piece together where you were or what day it was, until you spotted a familiar black backpack against the wall and a bottle of cologne on the dresser.
Ah, Timothee’s place. Timothee’s bed, to be specific. Slowly rolling over and rubbing your eyes to look behind you, you discovered you had the bed to yourself. The other side was practically untouched, blankets still tucked under the mattress.
A door creaked open, and Timothee emerged from the adjoining bathroom, dragging his feet behind him. Seeing you were awake, he changed course and climbed onto the intact side of the bed, mumbling out, ‘Morning’ in a deep, soft voice.
He sat with his back to you, and the one hand cradled to your chest itched to reach forward and trace down his spine. You weren’t sure where the urge came from. Maybe because of the way his hooded eyes, drunk on tequila and European air, remained locked on yours for hours last night. How his strawberry lips sponged kisses on your cheek and neck as you waited at the bar. How his hands had so delicately clasped around your cheeks when he kissed you for real over and over and over again.
It would’ve been so easy to push back the covers, walk your fingers across the mattress; to drag them up and down his back or affectionately twist the ends of his hair.
But Timothee was leaning back against his pillows to lie down beside you before you could muster up the courage to do so.
With interlaced fingers resting on his bare chest, he looked over to you. “How did we get home last night?”
You yawned, nestling further down into the pillows. “We walked, remember?”
“Oh, shit.” Timothee nodded, pursing his lips with a hum. “I feel like shit.”
“You drank a lot last night,” you said softly.
He licked his lips, covering his face with his hands. “Fuck.” He stayed like that for a few moments, rubbing his face, and you wondered if he’d forgotten anything else from the previous night.
“I should probably go back to mine.”
He dropped his hands back to his chest, looking over again, voice gentle as he spoke. “You can stay if you want.”
“No, I should go and have a shower,” you told him, rolling onto your back and stretching your arms out.
Timothee’s fingertips ghosted over your neck with a small smile, and you instinctively moved your head back from under his sudden touch. “What?”
He shook his head, bringing his hand back to its resting place on his chest, eyes still lazily drooped as he enquired about your plans for the rest of the evening.
You pushed yourself up to sit against the headboard, your hand subconsciously hovering over the spot Timothee’s had just been. “You know we have work on Monday, right? I’d like to read my lines at least once before then.”
After pointing out you brought your script out with you the previous say, he added, “You have all of Sunday for that.”
You pursed your lips with a sigh. He rolled over, holding his head up with his hand. “Come on, y/n.”
You evidently didn’t need much convincing, because a few hours later, you were meeting Timothee for ice cream. Desserts in hand, you found a small table outside the ice cream parlour, shaded from the orange glow of late afternoon sun by an umbrella.
The two of you sat looking out at the streets, sunglasses hiding both of your dark, hungover eyes, observing the strangers passing by. And when you had the chance, you stole glances at the boy sitting across from you.
When you met him out the front of the hotel, his formerly dry, sandy hair was now shiny, the ends still a little damp. He smelled fresh when you hugged him, and his jumper was soft on your cheek. He’d complimented your turtle neck top, which reminded you…
“By the way,” you said, pulling Timothee’s attention from the open roads to you, “I’m not too happy with you, Timothee.”
He frowned, taking another lick of his ice cream. “What the fuck did I do?”
You teasingly held his stare. “Oh, I don’t know,” you said, pulling down the high neck of your top to reveal your purple stained skin.
A shy smile overtook Timothee’s face and he shrugged, laughing awkwardly. “Oh, yeah. Sorry?”
“Funny is it?” you mused, sliding your sunglasses down your nose to look over the frames at him.
Timothee licked his melting ice cream, then said, “No, but now that you mention it, y/n, I’m mad at you too.”
You slid your glasses all the way off, placing them down on the table. “Really? Why’s that?”
Timothee, with a cocky smile, tugged down the chunky collar of his sweater, revealing a light bruise at the very base of his neck.
You instinctively lowered your face and hid your eyes behind your free hand. “Oh my god.”
Through the cracks between your fingers, you saw him smiling, bringing his cone back up to his mouth. “Forgot about that, did you?”
Dropping your hands with a laugh, you reached forward, using your thumb to push back his collar again and run your thumb over the mark you left on his pale skin. “Sorry,” you mumbled with a little pout. With an exaggerated sigh, looking up to make eye contact with Timothee, you added, “What is wrong with us?”
He laughed, putting his hand on your wrist and running his thumb over your skin. “It’s alright. I forgive you.” You shook your head in mock disapproval, but there was a buzzing in your chest as you felt his lingering eyes and warm skin on yours.
You strolled back to the hotel in comfortable silence. Despite being a bundle of nerves, it was nice being with him. He made you think, and he made you feel.
A man adorned in a billowing linen shirt sat on the side of the street, guitar in hand, singing a sombre tune. You slowed down along with the few other strangers who had paused to listen to the man’s song, Timothee a few paces behind you, taking his sunglasses off as he slowed. A few moments passed, and Timothee leaned down from his place behind you so that he could speak softly in your ear. “He’s singing about his lover.” Timothee paused to listen to the next line. “He doesn’t want to live without them… he feels empty… and sick… he- he’s waiting for her but… he knows she’s gone for good.”
Turning over your shoulder, you pouted up at Timothee, who reciprocated the expression. “That’s so sad.”
Timothee nodded. His hair flopped over his cheek, and you noticed his eyes sparkling in the golden cast of evening light.
Over his shoulder, a couple held each other, longingly looking into each other’s eyes, tenderly touching each other’s cheeks. As a loaded weight settled on your chest, you looked back up at Timothee.
The space between his eyebrows slightly creased and he smiled. “What?”
Clicking your tongue against your teeth, and shaking your head, you answered, “Nothing.”
You both knew it wasn’t nothing.
With a sigh, you snuck your hand between his arm and body, grabbing onto his forearm to lead him away. “Alright, I only agreed to ice cream. Let’s go.”
It was quiet when you got to your floor of the hotel, so you tried to be as silent as possible climbing the stairs, so other guests weren’t disturbed.
You and Timothee were work colleagues, and friends, and his room was only ten steps further down the hall, and you were almost positive that you’d definitely be seeing him again the next day; but as he lingered by your door as you rummaged in your bag for your key, you couldn’t help but feel a little sad you were saying goodbye.
Once you retrieved your key, you looked up at him with a smile. “Alright,” you said softly. “This is where I leave you.”
Timothee stood by your door, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes stuck on your face. He wasn’t budging, and you weren’t game enough to break first. His messy curls flopped over his eyes again, and you pushed them back behind his ears. He held onto your wrist, slowly lowering it down to your sides.
Relationships with colleagues could get messy. Everybody knew that.
What does this mean for us? The words were caught in your throat. You wanted to ask; to say it out loud. But you couldn’t bring yourself to form them. Why couldn’t you just be okay with enjoying the moment?
Timothee inched his head closer to yours slowly, almost unsure if it was okay. You kept your eyes lowered. “Timothee,” you whispered.
“Yes,” he whispered back, resting his forehead on yours.
You slowly shook your head. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
You didn’t respond right away, eyes still focused towards the ground, and he nudged the side of your nose with his, then pulled back from you. “Hmm?”
You sighed, closing your eyes and lifting your face to his. Very slowly, he took the sides of your face into his hands. Static in the air charged your movements as his lips grazed against yours.
Somehow, you simultaneously had both a million things to say, yet nothing at all. You settled on hugging him, chin resting over his shoulder. It was nice hugging him; to have him holding you close.
“Good night, Timmy,” you muttered, eventually breaking free.
“Good night,” he said in reply, hands sliding out from around your waist.
With tingling lips, you stood up on your toes for a second to place a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth once more.
You unlocked your door, and while slipping inside your room, you looked over one last time at Timothee smiling. “Good night.”
#bit late but got there in the end#timothee chalamet#timothee chalamet imagine#timothee chalamet fluff#timothee#timmy#timothee chalamet x reader#timothee chalamet blurb#timothée chalamet#timothée chalamet imagine#timothée chalamet fluff
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The first time I saw you,
You were turning heads.
Black leather jacket.
An angel number on your neck.
Guitar sling on your back.
Something out of Bad boy blues.
The next time I saw you,
entering in our anthropology class,
exactly 12 minutes late,
Professor gave you a detention.
I knew you were trouble the moment you stepped in.
The very next day we bumped in the library, while you were running out,
Eyes glistening.
You left saying a quick sorry,
Dropped a picture of a lady,
Pink sweater. Green eyes.
Just like yours.
Days went in a blur.
With us seeing more of each other everyday. In cafes where you play guitar.
In pubs where I do part time.
You'd pass a smile once in a while.
And the boy behind the man would peek out. Then came Ryle's birthday.
we met,
His house filled with people and music.
While everyone was getting drunk and dancing the night away,
You found me tucked in a corner with a half empty flute in my hand.
I remember you asking me to dance with you.
A part of me said this is a trap.
He doesn't want to dance.
He just wants to make you look bad because he knows you aren't good at it.
But that damn smile on your face,
I couldn't resist.
I decided it was worth the risk.
Worth all ignominy.
And so I placed my hands in yours And we danced.
I stepped on your foot, seven times.
People watching us. Some snickering.
I panicked.
Said I don't think we should dance.
But you said it was okay.
You squeezed my hand in yours,
And whispered in my ear,
"If the whole world was watching I'd still dance with you Drive highways and byways to be there with you Over and over the only truth Everything comes back to you..."
And I knew then,
It's you.
It has to be you.
It's been five years since that day.
And a year since you left.
I stand still in front of the plaque, remembering how I would walk back from work and you'd engulf me in your arms.
It's like walking into a house and knowing I was home.
You were my home.
Sometimes I try to wipe off every little detail we shared.
Leaving towns.
Changing jobs.
But it's inevitable.
Wherever I go, I find a piece of you.
You're like the north star,
Leading me back to what's truly important. The memories we made.
The time we shared.
I take out your gray Linkin Park tee from your trunk and wiggle my head through it.
I remember how you'd kiss the top of my head and said I'm the prettiest girl you ever laid your eyes on very every time I wore your clothes.
Your sister mailed me your childhood photos last night, saying I might love them.
I did. I framed the one with you and Devon holding hands with a lady in pink sweater and green eyes.
I laid on my bed.
Dreaming of you beside me.
While the girl next door strums on her guitar, singing;
"Over and over the only truth, Everything comes back to you..."
Funny how somethings never change,
even miles apart.
Carrying you right back home,
In the arms of Sun.
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Beer Events 2.1
Events
Foster's beer 1st public tasting (Australia; 1889)
Cincinnati, Covington and Newport Brewers Exchange founded (Ohio, Kentucky; 1897)
Champion Brewing changed its name to Lone Star (1940)
H.L. Buffington patented Portable Cooler Cabinet Construction (1966)
William Hunt patented a Container for a Keg (1966)
Malley Brewery patented a Continuous Brewing Apparatus (1966)
Schaefer Brewing patented the Preservation of Beer (1966)
Mack Johnston patented a Single-Opening Beer Keg (1977)
Federal law H.R. 1337 went into effect. legalizing homebrewing in the U.S. (1979)
Sierra Nevada Bigfoot released (1983)
Rene Sauvage, et al., patented an Installation for Steeping Grains (1994)
Miller Brewing patented a Light Stable Hop Fraction and Method of Making the Same (2005)
Breweries Opened
Boston Beer Co. (South Boston, Mass.; 1828)
Berliner Kindl Brauerei (Germany; 1872)
Sierra Nevada Brewing (California; 1980)
Portland Brewery’s Flanders Street Pub founded (Oregon; 1986)
Catamount Brewing (Vermont; 1987)
Old Columbia Brewery (California; 1989)
New England Brewing (Connecticut; 1990)
Hale’s Ales (Wash.; 1992)
Old World Brewing (Arizona; 1992)
Tumbleweed Grille Brewery (NC; 1992)
Woodstock Brewing (New York; 1992)
Syracuse Suds Factory (New York; 1993)
Lagunitas Brewing (California; 1994)
Randy’s Fun Hunter Restaurant & Brewery (Wisconsin; 1994)
Bayhawk Ales (California; 1995)
Beau Ce Broue brewery (Quebec; 1995)
Browar Belgia (Poland; 1995)
Draught Horse Pub & Brewery (Texas; 1995)
Faultline Brewing (California; 1995)
Flagship Brewery (England; 1995)
Old Broadway brewery (North Dakota; 1995)
Trailhead Brewing (Missouri; 1995)
Triumph Brewing (New Jersey; 1995)
Bare Bones Grill & Brewery (Maryland; 1996)
Blue & Gold Brewing (Virginia; 1996)
Dunedin Brewery (Florida; 1996)
J.T. Garrison Brewing (California; 1996)
Main Street Brewing (Texas; 1996)
Siletz Brewing (Oregon; 1996)
Treasure Coast Brewing (Florida; 1996)
Wild Duck Brewery (Oregon; 1996)
Appalachian Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1997)
Beowulf Brewing (England; 1997)
Clocktower Brewing (Canada; 1997)
Forest City Brewing (Illinois; 1997)
Kelley Bros. Brewing (California; 1997)
Mystic River Brewing (Connecticut; 1997)
Nimbus Brewing (Arizona; 1997)
North Fork Brewers (Washington; 1997)
Rio Salado Brewing (Georgia; 1997)
Seidermann Brewing (Arizona; 1997)
Southeastern Brewing (South Carolina; 1997)
Strip Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1997)
Trout Brooks Brewing (Conneciticut; 1997)
USA Cafe (Texas; 1997)
Westwind Brewery (New Mexico; 1997)
Willoughby Brewing (Ohio; 1997)
Your Father’s Moustache (New York; 1997)
Yukon Brewing (Canada; 1997)
La Lambic du Nord (Canada; 1998)
Max Lager’s American Grill & Brewery (GA; 1998)
Silver Gulch Brewing & Bottling (Alaska; 1998)
Erie Brewing (Pennsylvania; 1999)
Lightning Boy Brewery (Montana; 1999)
5280 Roadhouse & Brewery (Colorado; 1999)
Mystic Brewpub & Restaurant (Penna.; 2000)
Spinning Dog Brewery (England; 2000)
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