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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Thirty.

Huge thanks to all of those offering their commentary on this. You’re so wonderful to me! :)

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three Twenty Four Twenty Five Twenty Six Twenty Seven Twenty Eight Twenty Nine

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"So there I was, and I could see the manhole cover moving, and I knew what was underneath it. I got down low on my stomach, so my gun would be right at the right level to get it right between its eyes, and then a fucking car drove straight over the manhole and smashed its head off just before I was about to shoot it! That's the closest I got to any of 'em, and I was just nineteen years old so this was when most of them had been eliminated by you guys and the military," Vic explains to Angel, while I sit back and laugh along with Ahmed at the story, who joined us unexpectedly about a half our ago. He was out already but not having a particularly good evening after meeting an old girlfriend from school, who he described as dull as dishwater these days, so he made his excuses and called me to see where I was at.

"See when I joined up, there were very few of them left and most of them were confined to the sewer systems. That's something I'll never forget, at my fucking height having to bend almost double to navigate my way through the Vegas sewers with a rifle, popping off any the reanimated who got in my way. You know, I heard there's still some alive, when I was still with the military. Apparently, they had a few locked up in labs doing tests on them to find out exactly what the D11X virus did to them, how it was possible for them to die yet walk and have a compulsion to eat other people as well as anything else they could take sustenance from," Ahmed adds to the conversation. Being the youngest here, and still just a child when the last of the reanimated were killed off (I've never seen one, and by the time I was born they were all driven underground, living off rats) I'm mostly sitting here nodding. I then supress a giggle when it occurs to me that I'm the girlfriend of the oldest sat here.

"I'm going to leave you guys to it for a minute and head to get another round," I quickly interject, just before Angel is about to speak, excusing myself and heading back indoors. It's fairly busy in here tonight, and because of which I have to wait for a while to be served, but when the people thin out the girl with the blue black hair and the beautiful rosy cheeks behind the bar dashes over to me.

"Two draught beers and a double bourbon on the rocks please," I recite, watching her fetch two beer glasses and put them under the taps before switching them on, picking up the glasses again and tilting them at an angle. There's definitely an art to pouring a beer right from the tap. Donny, the guy who owns our usual hangout let me and Max try one time. Oh boy, the mess we made. Foam everywhere, with a drunken Max and I flicking it at each other.

"Do you mind if I ask, that guy with the short, black hair, are you with him?" she asks, looking a little nervous and wincing slightly.

"Yes, he's my boyfriend," I reply with a smile to indicate she's nothing to feel nervous about. She can look and admire; she just can't have.

"Ahhh, damnit, he's hot. I like vampires too, they're just…" she says, trailing off.

"They're a better fuck than humans are?" I suggest, after leaning in closer to her over the bar.

"Hell yeah.” We share knowing laughter as she hands me the beers before turning to sort my drink.

"Twenty-two dollars darlin', and you enjoy him for me too, you hear me?" she says with a wink as I hand her the right money.

"Oh, you can bet on that!" I wink, picking up the drinks and heading back to the outside area.

"Hey honey, don't be so fast to leave, you have the kind of ass I'd like to get to know," the guy who was standing next to me at the bar says as I walk past, my feet stopping when I feel him touch my butt.

"You get that one for free because I have my hands full. Try it again and you'll be wearing these drinks, shortly before I punch your fucking teeth out. I'm a punisher, don't fuck with me 'honey'," I spit at him, putting extra sarcastic emphasis on my last word to him before I turn and head back outside without further incident.

"Why are you angry?" Angel asks as soon as I sit down opposite him again, reaching for my hand and then kissing my palm.

"Just some jerk giving me the come on is all, nothing to worry about," I say dismissively, feeling a flare of anger rise within him only to settle again quickly. I like how I can physically feel him trusting my word. It's a lovely bond we have with each other, through our blood tie. It makes us a lot closer than your average human/human relationship. He then seems to become less interested in the conversation and more interested in staring at me. After eyeing me for a time, smiling with a certain look in his eyes, he pulls me around to his side of the table, and onto his lap.

That's the thing with Angel; he has no boundaries with public displays of affection. If he wants to drag me onto his lap and begin kissing my neck and whispering both loving and very sexual things to me then that's just what he's going to do. I just sit and giggle, while Vic gives me a surprised and slightly shocked look. When him and Ahmed both then look at each other before getting up at the same time and moving to the next table down, it causes me to begin laughing much more loudly. It's just a shame it has to be ruined when I step inside to go to the bathroom a half hour later.

"So now you've got your hands free, you can grab my ass back when I grab yours. How about it, pretty girl?" the same creep from earlier offers, blocking my way.

"Do you not fucking listen? What are you on, a deliberate mission to piss me off or something?" I fume, folding my arms.

"No, I just want me a piece of what you've got," he shrugs, suddenly making a grab for me.

"You fucking dare! Don't you fucking touch me!" I yell, pushing him away, Angel arriving at my side and then reaching out and pulling the guy back. Oh, god. I know what this is, the suspicion going off in my head like an alarm.

"Did you just try to touch her? I don't take kindly to that, human pieces of shit like you laying their hands on my girl," he snarls at him, while the human just looks defiant. Okay, Angel, you need to see this for what it possibly is.

"Put him down, you know you can't hit him. You know why too," I whisper quietly while he continues to hold the man by his throat and growl at him. Three seconds later and he drops him, staring at him dangerously as he fights for breath again, and then begins to laugh.

"Ain't even gonna give me a slap for it. You fucking pussy ass dead man," he taunts him with, riling him up hugely while I put myself between them, staring at Angel pleadingly as I grasp his face in my hands. “Don’t do it.”

"He might not slap you down, but I sure as fuck will," I hear the voice of Ahmed come from behind us, his huge form coming past at speed, grabbing the guy and literally throwing him over his shoulder with one arm and marching him straight outside. When he returns moments later, he's wiping blood from his knuckles.

"I broke his nose on your behalf," he tells Angel, cracking his blood knuckles.

"Thank you," he nods, doing a very un-vampire thing and shaking hands with Ahmed.

"If he decides to report you, your ass is getting disciplined and fined, you know," I warn, giving him a hug in thanks. It's not every day my friend here breaks someone's nose in defence of my honour.

"It was worth it, because I managed to slide his wallet out of his pocket and get this before I dropped him and his wallet back on the floor and punched him. I followed Angel in, but your back was to me, and I heard you telling him not to go for that dude, and I figured why pretty quickly, the discrediting Ursula business," Ahmed replies, handing the driving license card to Angel, who takes it from him with a look of mild surprise.

"I'd planned to follow him, but this is even better. I can give this to Ursula and she can have him watched. Good thinking, big man." Angel praises, before they turn and head back outside and I finally get to go to the bathroom. After I'm done, I head back out, all of us deciding not to tell Vic what went down inside. He's none the wiser anyway, being lost in conversation about boxing with a guy a table over from ours. It'd be pointless to upset him. Plus, it means he'd be another person we'd have to involve in all of this, and as it is Ursula wants to keep as many of us out of it as she can. We (Angel, EZ and I) still don't even know exactly what she's doing to try and prove her innocence and get to the bottom of Elias's little scheme, so we have to keep everything on the down low.

Our night comes to an end at 1am, when Vic informs us all he's too old to be out drinking that late any longer, so after picking up a bottle of bourbon for Ahmed and I to share, we head back to Angel's place, ready to tell Ursula about what happened tonight. Except when we all arrive, it would seem the lady herself has her attention distracted from the minute her eyes land upon my buddy.

"Who are you, you beautiful creature?" She asks, arriving right in front of him with a look on her face that shows her interest loud and clear.

"Ahmed Khamir, and you must be Ursula. Wow, Angel didn't tell me you were such a fucking knock out, damn," he says approvingly, taking her hand and kissing it while Ursula smiles in an almost bashful way.

"You're of Arab blood. I like that, perhaps more than I should," she confesses, her eyes not leaving his. Do I sense an atmosphere building here?

"Because you're married?" he inquires.

She shakes her head. Oooh, she even did a little hair swish. Get it, girl! "No, my husband and I are not monogamous. It is because I have never, ever been able to resist a good looking Arab, and you are definitely just that.”

"Pardon me, but before you get too involved in tripping over your tongues, Ursula I have to speak with you for a moment," Angel interjects with, trying not to sound as amused by this as he actually is. I can tell he's dying to laugh at how utterly enamoured his creator is with my friend so quickly. "Let's just say you'll have another reason to like this guy when you hear what I have to tell you." Ursula looks at him curiously before seeing us through to her sitting room, still hardly able to tear her eyes away from Ahmed. I think I know what she'll be doing later. My friend, by the look of things.

Angel's POV

"Well my boy, you were right. I do like him even more now I see just how quick witted he is. Ahmed, I thank you greatly for this. This is perhaps the first concrete lead I might have over which vampires are involved in all of this on Elias's behalf. I can now have eyes put upon this human, to identify any of my kind coming to converse with him," Ursula explains, while looking down at the card license in her hand.

"You're welcome, and could I trouble you for a couple of glasses so Edie and I can get stuck into this?" Ahmed replies, putting down the bottle of bourbon on the table.

"Of course, just one moment," she replies before disappearing momentarily, returning in a couple of seconds with two glasses. As it turns out, the conversation had is mainly between Ursula and Ahmed, who it doesn't take a genius to work out will be naked together at some point before the morning arrives, by the way they're acting around each other. In light of this, Edie and I just sit and talk quietly together, before leaving them to it. They don't even notice us leave. Just as we're about to head upstairs I notice Charles arrive, my wolves running to the front door, barking and wagging their tails happily, gratified when the vampire himself walks through and bends to pet them warmly.

"Stop spoiling them," I say with an eye roll when he pulls out two cookies from his pocket and gives them one each.

"The human guests we had in from the USAC food and drink division for a meeting over the introduction of Synthiblood onto the market didn't eat them with their coffees, so I thought it a shame they go to waste when these two would appreciate them," he replies as he grabs Thor's tail and gives it a shake, making my big wolf spin around and growl at him, yapping excitedly as Charles teases him with his hand before ruffling his ears. "Have you both had a pleasant evening?" he then goes on to ask us politely. I inform him we did before the incident with someone trying to grab a handful of Edie, and then what followed it.

"Well, he could very well be some random pervert, but it was quick thinking on Ahmed's part just in case he was there for a reason, to cause trouble and throw a bad light on Angel and ultimately Ursula too. Yes, I shall thank him personally once my wife is finished with him. I knew she'd want to play with him as soon as I met him." he replies, sounding amused. Of course, he knows Ahmed is here, even if he couldn't hear him, he'd smell him. To us vampires, all of you humans have a unique smell we can detect to only come from you. Edie and I head upstairs after our brief chat with Charles, where she takes the bourbon she decanted into a plain decorative bottle Ursula lent her to share out the drink between her and Ahmed, and pours herself another glass before she heads to the window and sits herself on the end of the couch to have a cigarette.

"I'm sorry," I suddenly find myself telling her.

"Whatever for, my gorgeous vampire?" she asks me with a slight note of concern in her voice, reaching for my hand after I've walked over to her.

"For the fact that since you met me, I've brought you little more than a fucking lot of trouble. For the way I was when we first met to what we now face, becoming involved in all of this mess with Ursula. That's what I'm sorry for," I state, moving her so I can sit on the arm of the couch and perch her on my lap.

"You've also brought me the most beautiful, amazing love I've ever known, and anything I have to go through for that is fine by me. You've nothing to be sorry for, none of this is your fault," she reassures me, taking another drag on her cigarette.

"I just hope the arrival of Constance will prove of some use in getting to the bottom of all this," I sigh, moving her hair from her shoulder to rest my chin against it, kissing the side of her neck.

She leans into me, stroking my forearm. "Have you ever met her before, Constance?"

"No, I haven't. She lived down in Texas briefly for about twenty five years after the disaster before she left, and she's been in France ever since with her youngest offspring, who'll be coming with her," I say, adding a little 'no!' for Icarus, who is trying to pull one of my socks off my foot. That was his favourite trick to do as a cub, and not much has changed since. Another thing I blame Charles for, since he taught him to do it by shouting 'socks!' and pointing at his feet before Icarus would run up and pull each of them off, but then rag them around like toys. I lost count of how many pairs of socks we all collectively lost to that wolf.

"Are you looking forward to meeting her?" She then asks, taking a sip of her drink.

“I guess.” I’m not that much of a fan of Constance, being that she abandoned Ursula so early into her vampirism. “I am looking forward to the fact she'll more than likely get to the bottom of this mess. Anyway, I don't want to talk about Ursula's creator any longer. In fact, I don't want to talk at all.” She giggles filthily when I reach to begin squeezing her tits, softly biting her neck.

I pick her up and carry her over to the bed to put her down in the middle, kissing the side of her neck as my hands wander all over her body, traveling across every fabric covered curve before I use them to remove those clothes. The feeling of her hands moving under my t shirt and stroking my abs with her fingernails makes a low rumble of a moan emanate from somewhere deep in my throat, her touch as potently erotic as ever, and she doesn't even need to touch me in an sexual place. Edie can stroke my hand and I'll feel aroused, simply because she's the one doing it.

As soon as she's bare to her waist, I begin running my fingers up and down her arms and sides, all the while my mouth moving to kiss and lick at each of her tits, paying special attention to her nipples until they're hard as bullets against my tongue. Her body quakes with little judders as she reacts to my touch, her legs winding around me as my hands travel under her body to grip her ass momentarily, before I slide them up and down her thighs, reuniting my mouth with hers. I then move to sit up and pull the rest of her clothes off, grabbing her just below the knee and pulling her down the bed a little before turning her over onto her front, and kissing my way back up her body from her legs to her shoulders. Running my hand through her hair, I take a handful at the roots and pull her head sharply to the side which causes her to gasp, that gasp turning into a slightly whimpered moan when my fangs bite into her neck. I use my free hand to run over her gorgeous skin as I feed, kneading each of her ass cheeks before my fingers slip between her legs and push into her wet warmth.

I feel the inner muscles grip onto my middle and fourth finger, her moans soft, again my actions forcing a considerably louder noise to exit her mouth when I bite down onto one of her gorgeous ass cheeks, and then quickly move beneath her to begin licking her clit while my fingers remain deep inside her. I work her to the point of no return quickly, wanting to feel her come undone at the moment I intend to plunge my cock into her as deeply as my fingers are burrowed currently. That point arrives just seconds later, Edie's gasps and shouts in exclamation only becoming louder when she feels me move to sink every last inch into her. I pause for only a moment to feel her wet heat fluttering around me before fucking her senseless for the next three hours. I'm at my happiest when sexually entwined with her.

"I need a drink," she croaks once we’re done, still out of breath as she rests her forehead to my chest. I've never known another human woman with the leg strength able to last on top for quite as long as my beloved. She's been riding me for the last hour, and now she's all shaky and very sweaty. Gently moving her onto her back, I shoot out of bed and return with her booze, but she shakes her head when I put it down on the nightstand.

"I need juice, could you go fetch the bottle from the fridge please? I'm too sore to move still," she laughs.

"Of course, I will. Be right back." Kissing her forehead, I throw my jeans back on and zoom out of there, arriving in the kitchen and grabbing the juice from the fridge, turning to see a shirtless Ahmed standing in the open kitchen doorway, smoking a cigarette. I'm too busy laughing at the state of his back to leave immediately, putting the juice bottle down on the table and laughing even more when he turns around with a raised eyebrow, and I see puncture wounds to his neck and shoulders, and blood still glinting in his black chest hair. Damn. Mama got herself some.

"Needless to say, you've enjoyed yourself," I exclaim through my laughter. I could have heard it for myself, or even felt as much through Ursula's emotions, but we vampires can shut off that connection and tune out to any noise we don't want to hear. I was busy myself at the time though, of course.

"I'd ask the same of you, but I know your answer matches mine, bro," he replies, laughing a little.

I smile smugly at that. “Hell yeah, I did. Oh, watch your head in approximately five minutes, that's when the shutters will automatically drop over the door.”

“Appreciated, man.” he smiles, before making a beckoning motion with his hand, pointing outside. "There's a vampire just around the corner from here, but I guess you knew that, huh?"

"Yes, I know," I confirm.

"Have they been following us since we left the bar?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to say anything. You feel our presence a lot more strongly than anyone else I've ever met, Edie and Aileen included. You have some exceedingly sharpened senses. You'd make a damn good vampire, you know." I leave him with, moving within a blink back upstairs. Who the fuck knows who's following us now, though? Vampires sent by Elias or the vigilantes against the TVM, or the TVM themselves. It could be any of those options. I'm getting sick of this, being followed, having trouble turning up on the doorstep and dead bodies being unearthed in the back yard. Elias needs to make his move and try his best hand or stop with the games and back the fuck off. Either way, he won't win. Ursula is too smart.

"Thank you," Edie tells me as I pass her the juice, dropping my jeans and then getting back into bed with her, lighting a few candles melted onto the nightstand as the blinds come down, shutting out the dawn. "So, you haven't told me yet. What do you think of Vic?" she then asks, after sipping her juice and putting the bottle down on the nightstand.

"He didn't irritate me at all, which is quite exceptional for humans, but then again the people you keep close to you aren't overly annoying to us vampires. I thought he was quite a remarkable man, and he obviously cares for you a hell of a lot. I enjoyed listening to his stories of his days as a boxer, and everything he told me about you growing up too. It was nice to hear of your life back then from someone other than you. He's a good guy," I say, feeling drowsier by the moment since the sun is coming up.

She beams brightly, moving to cuddle against me. "I'm glad, because I think he liked you a lot too, and you should take that as a compliment since Vic is wary of vampires. Anyway, your beautiful eyes are growing heavy, time for sleep. I love you.”

"I love you too." Wrapping her in my arms, I gladly close my eyes, sleep taking over. When I wake up again, I find Edie is gone, but there is a note in the space she once occupied. It says she's gone for a run with my wolves and she'll be back by about 6pm, and with that I get up, shower and dress before quickly heading out to procure a feed (since my usual food source is off running) and then return home to sit out in the back yard with EZ talking.

"Do you think the arrival of Constance is going to help any in all of this? I just wish there was something Ursula could do about what evidence she's gathered so far, such as the link between this and Dawn Cavendish, because of course as soon as Elias gets wind of it, we're fucked," I tell my brother, watching him nodding.

"You're right there, and as for if Constance can shed any light on these events, well I hope so. I can tell how frustrated Charles is at present, he has more on his mind than he's willing to reveal to me. I respect them for the fact they're trying to keep us out of this, but at the same time, I'd do anything to help them," he reveals, something which I immediately agree with.

"Yeah, as do I. Even something as small as following Dawn and tracking her movements, or tailing that human guy in the bar, anything to help them with this," I sigh. "I'd give my own life to protect Ursula."

"I know you would, but she wouldn't let you do it. She'd sooner die herself than see you meet your end, just as Charles would with me. To speak of the devil," EZ says, Charles appearing out of nowhere.

"Constance has just called. She is on her way here from the airport, where she and her offspring have been resting throughout the day in the vampire suite. She said half an hour, give or take with the traffic, so make yourselves presentable and do it sharpish," he informs us both. The vampire suite in case you wondered is a large room containing nothing but caskets, either ones provided there if vampires are flying in close to dawn, or vampires flying into the airport already within a flight casket, should their journey have been long enough to warrant them to travel inside where they're protected from the sun.

"I thought we were quite presentable as we were," EZ comments casually, but with amusement in his voice. He knows how fussy Charles can be when guests visit.

"At least have the grace to put a shirt on, my boy." Charles states in a slightly pained voice, making EZ and I laugh.

“Chill out, Charlie,” I can’t help but tease, earning a glare.

“Do not call me that.” His stony face has us in hysterics, Charles further complaining. “Bad sons, naughty sons. Should be put in a bloody cage!”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I smirk, Charles making a throttling motion at my neck before he leaves us to it. We both go back into the house, and it's only another five minutes before a very hot and sweaty Edie arrives home with my wolves, and also a big bag on her back. I suggested she go get some clothes to bring here to she has a good supply of everything else she needs when she says with me, and it seems she's taken me up on that suggestion. After she's showered and dressed in fresh clothes, a long grey dress I bought for her recently, I help her put away her stuff and then we sit and talk for the five minutes remaining until I see headlights lighting up the front of the house through my window. Constance has arrived.

"EZ, Angel, come on," Ursula calls, as I hear the doors of the car opening and closing, taking Edie's hand in mine and walking down the stairs, EZ behind us ready to meet my creator's creator. As soon as the door is opened to her, I get such a shock that I feel like I'm going to faint for a second, and we vampires cannot pass out. My shock, it isn't over Constance at all, it's over the vampire who is with her, and that shock is shared by both me and EZ. We both stand and stare at him in utter disbelief, until one word comes from both of our mouths at the exact same time.

"Coco?"

No, that can't be... but it is. There he is, the friend, the MC brother we thought we lost to the disaster. Oh my fucking god!

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damazcuz · 1 year

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Ah yes Bourbon virus. I know someone with that

AND THAT SOMEBODY'S GONNA BE MEEEE

#i didnt get it from ticks i got it from looking at a filthy little man and understanding implicitly that he was perfect and horrid

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chxckandmxte · 2 years

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Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting

@r-edfield sent: "Do you still think about it?" He asks over a glass of bourbon, hefty sips swigged back between words "all of the times-" their night would be drawing to a close now, two men drinking turned something sobering when a conversation turns to memories "you saw someone die." It's morbid talk - it's the sort of talk that Chris would usually have with himself in the mirror. It's the sort of talk reserved for nobody because nobody ought to hear it and yet... Leon would understand. Leon would surely understand. "Or is that just a late-night kind of thing?" He's drunk, thoughts sober but lips a drawl; it's better this way.

It had been a few months since the incident with Glen Arias and the Animality virus, or A-Virus for short. The attack on New York was different in its own way, but also sort of similar to the attacks that happened back in twenty-thirteen with Derek C. Simmons and his C-Virus, the only difference, was that the latter had used a missile that sent a thick blue cloud of fog rush through multiple parts of the city of Lanshiang, the Tatchi district being the direct target, while the A-Virus was administered through propane tanker-trucks in the form of a yellow gas. No matter how a biohazard happened, it was always at the hands of a madman who wanted nothing but to watch the world burn -- just like all the other maniacs in the past who had created and used a virus to do nothing but cause chaos and harm, whatever reason they had for it, didn’t mean a damn thing, they were criminals all the same -- human civilization didn’t deserve to suffer for something they didn’t do.

Thinking back, to the moment where Chris had tried to recruit him for the mission, if it hadn’t been for Rebecca getting captured, he probably never would have even agreed to help him on the mission in the first place. Continuing to fight this battle, this war that had been ongoing for decades, they could keep fighting, and fighting, but for what? With how long this had been going on, at this point -- it was a war that seemingly had no end what-so-ever. It was like all the effort put into this fight, was completely and utterly meaningless, you took one crazy man down, only for another one to pop up not long after, be it within the next few weeks, months, or even years.

There was always someone new, and it would just continue the loop like a bad song on repeat, a continuous cycle that was becoming more tedious than easier. Just how long could they keep this up, just how long could Leon keep this up? Everything he had done up until now, everything he fought for, at this point, it was all for nothing -- a lost cause that would never see a resolution, there wouldn’t be any peace in the world, at least not for very long. Someone would try the same thing all over again, and honestly, Leon was just tired of it all -- tired of everything. Sitting around at a table in a local pub, a cold glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks in his glass, the former agent was surprised when he had seen none other than Chris Redfield walk in earlier, even joining him for some drinks, as sudden as his appearance was, Leon didn’t really mind it, as long as there was no more random missions he was being dragged into, aside from the disagreement back in Colorado when Chris had sought his help, he and Redfield were good, there were no hard feelings. Looking back on it now, from all the infected that had been in Arias’s tower, that mission, would have very difficult to handle alone, so in a way, he was at least a little glad that he was able to help, especially since Rebecca’s life was on the line. As annoying as that job had been, he was at least grateful that they were able to stop him, and save Rebecca at the same time.

Putting the glass to his lips as Chris speaks, Leon takes a swig of his drink, the ice rattling in his cup as it crashes against his glass as it sips and sets it back down on the table, the glass still in his hands as he listens to the man speak, and eventually, after some breaks in between words, finishes his question, and quite the question it was. Another swig, the blonde turns his head to face the man, probably one of the only few people left in his life that Leon could relate to in terms of making sacrifices as well as difficult decisions, and no matter how experienced they were, those choices, were still tough, and although they looked fine on the outside, on the inside, they were screaming, hoping that this kind of shit, would finally end, despite as unlikely as it seemed.

After some initial thought, while at first a bit reluctant, he eventually comes around and decides to speak up, and be right up front with him on the subject.

[{ ☣ }] - “All the time..” He quietly answers, taking a few moments to further his thoughts on the topic at hand, the first person coming to mind, being former president Adam Benford, one of Leon’s closest friends when he was still actively in the DSO.

[{ ☣ }] - “..There’s a lot of things I think about.. people I’ve lost, things I’ve done... what my life’s become.” A soft sigh after a brief pause, giving himself time to gather up more thoughts.

[{ ☣ }] - “...And why I even bothered to keep fighting in the first place. It’s like no matter how hard we fight, more and more bastards come out of the woodworks with another goddamn virus, and then it’s the same repeadative bullshit all over again..”

Grabbing hold of the bottle of whiskey, Leon twists off the cap and pours himself another cup, the ice clamoring against the glass as the alcohol rises in his cup before stopping, putting it down and going in for another sip, anything to ease the pain.

#r-edfield #V; Sᴛᴜᴄᴋ Iɴ A Gᴏᴅᴅᴀᴍɴ Lᴏᴏᴘ (Pᴏsᴛ-Vᴇɴᴅᴇᴛᴛᴀ: 2017 ᴛᴏ 2020)#Wʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ!? (IC)#//So sorry this took a bit #//Thanks for sending this in #//It's perfect #//You are more than welcome to turn this into a thread too if you'd like #tw: alcholism #cw: alcoholism

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kiss-my-freckle · 2 years

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2x1 and S5 Damon.

Damon never spiraled simply because Elena rejected him.

Had Katherine/Elena simply rejected Damon in S5, he would've went to the bar and drank until he passed out. Elena and Caroline took on double roles in their relationships. Elena took on a double role when she started dating Damon. Caroline took on a double role when she started dating Stefan. Their first role is that of girlfriend. Their second role is the "Lexi" role. This is the role that cares for the "bad parts" of their vampirism. Both brothers are written equally that way as Lexi told both brothers they're the "bad parts" of being a vampire.

Because the parallel is there, I'm gonna use Stefan to explain what Katherine did to Damon when she rejected him in Elena's body. It's as if she not only broke up with Stefan, but forced him to consume human blood while breaking up with him. Caroline's "Lexi" role for Stefan's bad parts - his sober sponsor because he's a ripper. So when you see Damon spiraling in S5, take note how Stefan spirals after Elena feeds him her blood to save him in S1. Expect the same for Damon. He will spiral.

Katherine knows everything, so she KNEW Damon was bettering himself for Elena. She KNEW Elena was changing the monster she created. In Elena's body, she pushed Damon to flip back to "monster" using Elena's "Lexi" role. Yes, Katherine in S5 had Lexi-like power. That's why "monster" is the theme, and why Elena sees Damon as a monster when she compels her memories in S6. For Damon to "deserve" Elena, she has to fall in love with him all over again. That's why Damon's scene with Aaron is fantastic. He talks to him about being a monster, how he'd lay in the street looking up at the stars. That monster was Katherine's very creation, laying in the road just like she taught him to in 1864. Katherine used Elena's "Lexi" role to break up with Damon. When he argues with Elena about it, he tells her THIS is the power she has over him because she is his Lexi as much as his girlfriend. She became his Lexi the moment he knew he could trust her to be. It takes a great deal of trust to control his humanity like that. The same trust Stefan put in Caroline to be his sober sponsor. Caroline's "Lexi" role with Stefan is then shown as Damon gets hit with the ripper virus. When Katherine feeds Damon her blood in S5, they show what it would've looked like had Damon been there when Stefan bit her in 3x5. Katherine quite literally pushed all of Damon's bad parts while in Elena's body by pushing one "Lexi" role, which resulted in the push of Caroline’s “Lexi” role, and she did this for the sake of getting Stefan all to herself.

Damon spiraled in 2x1 because Katherine rejected him. Smashing his glass against the fireplace has every bit to do with his journal entry to Elena later in the series - about why he drinks bourbon. When Katherine tore his heart out, he put a band-aid on it by hitting the bar to self-medicate. He then turned to Elena because the alcohol wasn't enough, the wound in his chest was bleeding through the band-aid. He needed a clutch for balance, something to help him manage the pain. When Elena rejected him, she ripped off that band-aid and let the blood pour out. Snapping Jeremy's neck was every bit Katherine's power over Damon. Without that clutch for balance, he snapped Jeremy's neck, then collapsed into rubble. In 2x4, he admits to Jenna he's a work in progress. In the process of change - by choice. He chose Elena as his "Lexi" sponsor because she's the only person he trusts to have that much control.

Lexi has been by Stefan's side since 1864, showing him to be the "good" parts of a vampire. "Well, we're going to have to change that." Damon didn't have his own "Lexi" until Elena came into his life, so he doesn't start changing until he meets her. "Teach me to be good." For Damon to be with Elena in the best way possible, Katherine's boyfriend needed to collapse into rubble. That's when Damon begins to rebuild for the sake of moving forward. "Uh, have you met you? You're not a nice person." Damon already knows Lexi is incapable of helping him because she already tried in 1977. "My God, you're a ripper." But she's been helping Stefan since they met, and change is ongoing. To say Damon hasn't changed just because he falls off the wagon, is like saying Lexi didn't change Stefan whenever he falls off the wagon, and he willingly ripped up and down the eastern seaboard 145+ years after she came into his life. Falling off the wagon is the reality of them being vampires, and they don't stop being vampires until the end of the series. Damon falls off more than Stefan because his change happens on screen. If he truly hadn't changed, Stefan wouldn’t have sacrificed himself for Damon, period.

Damon never spiraled simply because Elena rejected him, but his spiral in 2x1 was necessary because he spent 145 years loving Katherine. There was a need to collapse, then rebuild. His spiral in S5 wasn't necessary, but they have a huge S5-S3 overlay going on that shows the truth of S3. Stefan's motel scene with Elena in S5 is an overlay of Damon and Elena at the motel in 3x19. Elena’s choice was always Damon. That’s why she becomes a vampire, then ends up back with Damon. Stefan didn’t start to see the truth of Damon until S5 - until he actually moved on from Elena.

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10 Simple Whiskey Cocktail Recipes to Make at Home

Life isn't generally blushing however for however long there are great bourbon mixed drinks and extraordinary organization, there is a silver lining. What could be preferable over heavenly natively constructed bourbon mixed drinks to pour over ice and offer for an extraordinary night of visit in the nursery as the sun goes down? All things considered, the energy that goes into the creation of every one makes these minutes so unique.

WHICH Bourbon?

We suggest utilizing Bulleit Whiskey Outskirts Bourbon with its "extraordinary mix of rye, corn, and grain malt, alongside unique kinds of yeast and unadulterated Kentucky limestone separated water."

OUR 10 Inconceivably Simple Bourbon Mixed drinks

These 10 simple bourbon mixed drinks are a blend of exemplary bourbon mixed drinks and contemporary turns with a sprinkle of fruitiness or flavor contingent upon your taste. There could be no more excellent method for partaking in your late spring than for certain modern mixed drinks with bourbon, extraordinary organization and some place picturesque to watch the sun go down following a blistering day.

1. Outdated

Ageless and on the money, this is one for when a close buddy calls and some style is all together. Match its nuanced severe orangey notes with charcuterie, blue cheddar and a generous dinner with every one of the decorations.

Fixings

2 tsp of your custom made sugar syrup

Sprinkle of water

60ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1-2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

XL ice solid shape or circle

soft drink water (discretionary)

Orange cut or maraschino cherry to embellish.

Add the sugar syrup, sharp flavoring, and water in a tumbler and blend. Put the XL ice solid shape in the glass and mix in the bourbon. Add a sprinkle of pop water and blend.

2. Sweet Manhattan

Developed by Iain Marshall at the Manhattan Club in New York City during the 1870s, this scrumptiously sweet bend on the exemplary bourbon mixed drink utilizes maraschino cherry syrup. Match with Italian Pizzette, Pastasciutta, Grissini (breadsticks) and Po Young men's Sandwiches. Mix your basic syrup with maraschino cherries to get the full-bodied pleasantness.

Fixings

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Boondocks Bourbon

25ml Vermouth Rosso

5ml maraschino cherry syrup

2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

Mix the fixings with ice in a blending glass, then strain into a tumbler with our XL ice 3D shape. Decorate with a cherry and serve.

3. Corroded NAIL

Albeit this mixed drink began at the 1937 English Ventures Fair, it was anything but a hit until the 1950s once again introduced by Club 21 in New York and loved by the notable Rodent Pack. Our Corroded nail utilizes Irish Bourbon and Honey Alcohol rather than Drambuie to give it a smooth extravagance.

Fixings

50 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1 tbsp The Whistler Irish Bourbon and Honey Alcohol

Bit of lemon strip.

Place your XL ice circle in a tumbler and add the bourbon and bourbon alcohol and mix tenderly. Add the lemon curve to embellish.

4. MINT JULEP

From the Spanish Arabic, "julepe", and the Persian word گلاب (Golâb) meaning rosewater, the 'Julep' mixed drink was a mixture previously referenced in 1770. Initially, English juleps were somewhat alcoholic and restorative with the option of camphor before American partners later added mint to turn into the minty mixed drink we love today.

Fixings

65 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

10/12 mint leaves

12.5ml 2 sections to 1 of your hand crafted sugar syrup

Squashed ice

Mint twig to embellish

Shake the fixings with ice and strain into a mint julep cup loaded up with squashed ice. Beat with a long-taken care of spoon and top with more squashed ice.

5. HOT Drink

First knew about in the seventeenth Hundred years, there are two questioned starting points for this beverage: India (from the Hindi, 'Taddy' meaning a beverage with matured palm sap, and Ireland (named after Specialist Robert Bentley Todd who suggested the hot. flavored cocktail as a virus fix). One way or the other, the hot bourbon is a helpful winter exemplary that warms the cockles of your heart. Extraordinary on a skiing outing or when you want a speedy and scrumptious heating up.

Fixings

25ml Irish/Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

100ml bubbling water

1 tsp honey

half cinnamon stick

1 lemon, half squeezed and half cut

2 or 3 cloves

On the off chance that it's a non heat evidence glass, pre-heat the glass by placing a metal spoon in it and pouring in bubbling water, after it's warmed, toss out the water. You can likewise utilize a glass still hot from the dishwasher. Cut a cut of lemon and drive the cloves into it.

Put a teaspoon of honey into the glass followed by a fix of Irish bourbon or Bulleit Whiskey, mix until smooth. Add the cinnamon and lemon with cloves, top up with bubbling water and mix. Envelop the glass by a cloth serviette and leave to imbue briefly, tenderly taste.

6.BOULEVARDIER Mixed drink

This exemplary bourbon mixed drink was developed by the essayist Erskine Gwynne, organizer behind Boulevardier magazine in Paris from 1927 to 1932. A bend on the Negroni, it replaces gin with bourbon.

Fixings

25ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

25ml sweet vermouth

25ml Campari

ice

Orange bend, to decorate

Blend the Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon, Campari and sweet vermouth in a blending glass in with ice and mix until very much chilled. Strain into a tumbler over our XL ice shape.

7.WHISKEY Acrid

First referenced in the Wisconsin paper, Waukesha Plain Vendor, in 1870, Elliott Stubb clearly made the "whisky sharp" in Iquique in 1872.

This mixed drink has no doubt been guzzled for many years as the base alcohols gin and bourbon alongwith lemon were utilized as the remedy for a typical sailor's hardship at that point, scurvy.

Fixings

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

35ml newly crushed lemon juice

12½ml 2:1 your custom made sugar syrup

2 runs Angostura sharp flavoring

½ new egg white

XL ice shape

Lemon twisting to decorate

Fill a shaker with ice, add Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon, lemon juice, sugar syrup, egg white and 3 smidgens of Angostura sharp flavoring.

Shake and strain into a tumbler with a XL ice 3D square.

8.GODFATHER

Made well known during the 1970s when mixed drinks were better and supposedly named after the screen character played Marlon Brando, this smooth, rich mixed drink is devilishly simple to make with just two fixings. This is a complex after-supper mixed drink with traces of almond.

Fixings

50 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

25 ml Disaronno

Ice

XL ice 3D square

Orange winding to embellish

Empty the whisky and amaretto into a blending glass or container and add ice, mix until the beyond the glass is chilled. Place your XL ice 3D square in a tumbler and strain into the glass.

9. PENICILLIN Mixed drink

This contemporary mixed drink, made by the Australian Sam Ross during the 2000s, at the unbelievable Milk and Honey bar, New York is a delightfully sweet and hot riff on the Bourbon Harsh. Our own is made with a Whiskey wind as opposed to Scotch.

Fixings

59 ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

22ml new lemon juice

22ml honey/ginger syrup*

Sugar-coated ginger to embellish

Shake all fixings with ice and strain over our XL ice block in a tumbler

Float the bar spoon of Islay on top and enhance with candy-coated ginger.

10. WINTER Bourbon Acrid

This scrumptiously rich and sweet citrus-forward mixed drink is a turn on the exemplary Sharp with the expansion of orange and sugar to taste. Albeit extraordinary in winter it can really be partaken in any time.

Fixings

squashed ice

50ml Bulleit Whiskey Bourbon

1 tbsp new lemon juice

tbsp new squeezed orange

½ tbsp sugar syrup

2 cups of orange to embellish.

Brush the edge of your tumblers with honey and add our XL ice 3D shape. Shake the bourbon with the lemon juice, squeezed orange, and sugar syrup.

Attempt our exceptional pre-blended mixed drinks

Assuming you are as of now depleted simply learning about how to make these mixed drinks, why not go to our menu and attempt our 6 premium premixed bourbon mixed drinks: Bourbon Acrid, Boulevardier, Dated, Manhattan. Earthy colored Gold and Kurayoshi Legacy. prepared to tear, pour over ice and taste without wasting time with purchasing fixings and all the readiness.

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Does only one mod run this blog now? Miss ya, Pascal!

I’m here I’m here!

I’ve been a combination of busy at work, busy trying to research and plan a Bourbon Trail trip for my husband’s birthday, and sick with whatever mystery virus is plaguing the world now 😂 I actually took today off and I’ve been catching up on the last season of The Crown. So exciting 😂🦎

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@waywardsmuses ;; kiss & tell (still accepting) finally kissing the person you've been pining for (dean) 👀🥺

THEIR TRIP INTO TOWN HAS BEEN SUCCESSFUL. Well, at least in the alcohol department ––– they still need way more non-perishables, but Castiel couldn't care less, not when he has a bottle of Leopold Brothers Absinthe Verte, which he's slowly finishing off on his own. Despite everything that is weighing him down, Dean seems to be in a good mood, too, cradling a bottle of Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey to his chest and taking a sip now and then, feet propped up on the table. Castiel refills his glass, puts the Absinthe spoon with a sugar cube on the rim, and dribbles cold water over it, glassy eyes relishing the way the sugar dissolves and drops into the alcohol. It's the little things, right? Sam said yes to the devil, the Croatoan virus is slowly turning the whole world mad, but at least they have alcohol to numb the pain and good company.

Castiel puts the spoon aside and leans back on the ratty couch, his shoulders brushing Dean's. Dean doesn't pull away. He's a firm, warm line right against Castiel's body. He's here, and he's real, and as Castiel finishes off his drink, he wonders why he's holding back, why he's waiting ––– it's the end of the fucking world, after all. Putting his glass aside carelessly, Castiel reaches over to take Dean's whiskey bottle away. Then he puts his hand on Dean's cheek and pulls him closer, glassy eyes staring into glassy eyes before his gaze drops to Dean's mouth. A thumb brushes over plumb lips before Castiel leans in and finally gets that kiss he's been waiting for for years.

#waywardsmuses #waywardsmuses: dean #( v: endverse )#(!!!)#(KISSES)#alcohol tw

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A younger reploid had been gawking at the former Hunter since before Vile was cut from the unit. The blue reploid was a street racer, scratches near his maintenance panels, and proof of black-market maintenance. The expensive chrome adorning his joints and vents were in direct opposition to the shady marks on his body. Vile was, at the very least, curious about him.

So, one day, he received intel from the racer. Found out his story, that he used to be an actor - figures he'd never escape the theatrical types - and ditched the brighter side of society for the infamous Maverick Street Racing Syndicate. It wasn't entirely Maverick run, but welcomed them like any other reploid.

He was a valuable source of intel, that's all.

Soon enough, Vile learned his name- Ryda. They got along well, and on a day with low Maverick activity, the blue reploid made an odd offer.

"Want to go drinking?"

Vile scoffed at the offer. "Why?" He asked. "We can't tell the difference. Can't get drunk."

"I can."

Purple looked at blue. "What? You're shitting me, Ryda."

Turns out, this strange source of intel had an alcohol sensor mod. He offered to pay for the installation for Vile, and after a good nanosecond of contemplation, he took the offer. After the quick installation, Ryda offered to treat Vile to what he called a "Bourbon slick," a mixture of bourbon and motor oil, and they went from intel partners to drinking buddies.

Months passed, and Vile became more... unhinged. Visits to bars with Ryda turned into the blue reploid drinking a seltzer while the hunter picked drunken fights. He seemed to rave more about his job, about how stupid "the fight" was.

And then, his life collapsed.

Ryda was in the middle of a race, lights trailing, tires skidding through turns. He chose to take a cheap shortcut- a narrow alley with no inhabitants- to gain some head in the race. The reddish light at the opening of the alley grew as he drove closer, closer....

***K-KLANK!***

Purple and gold crashed into his hood, and Ryda yelled in surprise.

A red pinpoint shone through the darkness, and his core faltered for a moment.

"...Vile?"

The bulkier bot lifted himself up. His movements seemed uncanny, *off.* He had his shoulder gun equipped, and soot dusted the barrel.

"Vile! Hey!" Ryda slammed his door, eyes wide, panicking. "Vile, what's- are you okay?"

"...They cut me."

Silence tore through the air. Sirens and MH radios wailed in the distance

"From... from the unit?"

Vile stood silent.

"...Why? You're not Maverick. You're- you're their best-"

"No."

Ryda blinked. "No, what? Did... did you... are you..."

Pieces slowly began to fall together for the racer. The slow descent into anger. His odd movement. That... that strange pinprick of red from the pitch of his helmet.

"Vile..."

He stepped closer to Ryda, who stood still.

"It's infectious."

Silence.

"It isn't airborne, but by touch. If you never want to see me again, that's up to you. I won't stop-"

Metal touched metal. Viles hands hovered as he was *hugged.* His servos heated up as he realized he had never been embraced.

He also realized that through the fog of the virus, one thing didn't make him angry.

Well, one person.

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RP Solo Number Ten: Emotions Suck

I sit in front of a roaring fire at the Salvatore House, a glass of Bourbon in one hand and a wooden stake in the other, absentmindedly twirling it around and around. I cheated on my boyfriend...my 'Boo'...my one and only eternal true love...or so I thought. I am a horrible, horrible person. I went and had sex with another Damon twin...someone new to Mystic Falls. I couldn't help myself. My man is away from home more than he's actually here anymore...and I was lonely. When I first met this new guy, I knew that I wanted him instantly...I mean...he looks 'just' like my man. How could I possibly resist someone like that? And I knew that this new guy also felt the same way about me. It was total, instant, lustful attraction...although...I never meant for it to go that far. I figured I would just crash in bed with him at his place, stay the night and leave in the morning...but it didn't quite work out that way. One thing kind of...led to another...which led to kissing...which led to mind-blowing sex in the shower. I mean...damn. Then, a bit later, when he confessed to me that he loved me and asked me to stay with him, I kind of...freaked out. My humanity was still off and I was in total bitch mode...even more than normal. But it was more than that. In the back of my mind, I knew that I couldn't move in with this guy, since I was still seeing someone else...more or less...and I didn't want to hurt my man. I didn't want to hurt either of them really. I was looking for more of a 'friends with benefits' type situation...but it quickly went 'way' beyond that...for the new guy anyway. So yeah...I kind of lost it..big time. I punched him...in the face...but he caught my fist before it was able to reach it's target. In that moment...something changed. I could see it in his eyes. Hurt...betrayal...sadness. His humanity was back on again. Talk about awkward. My switch didn't flip until I arrived home later that day...sort of a delayed reaction...if you want to call it that. Suddenly...everything came flooding back at once...and I do mean 'everything'. All of the humans and vampires I had killed...how bad I had treated my boyfriend in the almost full year since I had had my emotions turned off...all of the horrible things that I had done to Wes...okay...I can't really feel bad about that last part...because...to be fair...he totally deserved to be tortured with a hot poker...he is the reason that I got infected with the damn ripper virus after all...but...as for the rest...I was a total bitch to everyone else. I know that now. I didn't care...and it felt awesome while it lasted...but now...I don't know if I can deal with all of these human emotions again. I mean...I went and basically used someone...for sex. I don't deserve to exist. I lift the glass to my lips and take a huge gulp of my drink, glancing at the weapon in my other hand. If I decide to stake myself...right now...who will notice that I'm gone? Who will even miss me. Not my boyfriend...since he's never here. Where in the 'Hell' is he? Where did he go? Is he off having sex with someone else too? I thought that he loved me. He was the one who wanted to turn me in the first place. I thought we'd be together forever. I guess I was wrong. Besides, even if he 'does' end up coming back sometime soon, he'll never forgive me for this. We're probably over. Maybe it's finally time to pack up and leave this town. But where will I go? I can't go back to my original home...I don't want my parents to see me like this. And I can't go back to California. Since I now crave vampire blood constantly, I'd probably kill my former boss on sight...and then all of my former blood donor peeps would probably kill me. I could start putting myself out there again...but I don't know if I'll find someone else like my 'Boo'...ever...if at all. I loved him...I still do...I just...don't know if he ever loved me...not in the same way that I loved him...not enough anyway. Looking back on everything that's happened, I also don't know if wanting to be a vampire in the first place was the right decision...and...if I could take it back...I would...but it's too late for that now. I'm stuck like this. I also wish that I could turn my emotions back off again, but having them off for that long is what got me in this whole mess in the first place. Blowing out a heavy sigh, I finish off the rest of the Bourbon, tossing the glass into the fire, watching as it shatters. I get up from the couch, dropping the stake down on top of the cushions, then I trudge slowly upstairs, walk into my boyfriend's bedroom, throw myself down onto the bed, cuddle up with one of his pillows...and cry myself to sleep. (END)

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We're Gonna Need A Crapload More Placebos

(November, 2022)

"I wanna scream,

I wanna scream,

I wanna scream"

Huey 'Piano' Smith - "Rockin' Pneumonia And The Boogie Woogie Flu"

We used to just call it a cold if we coughed, sneezed and had a runny nose. Maybe if our body ached a bit we would suspect we had the flu.

Most of the time we didn't even bother trying to figure out exactly what it was.

We all knew that colds and the flu could be caught over and over and could not be cured - we could only manage the symptoms as our bodies worked through it.

We didn't take a test. We just guessed.

After all, Robitussin relieves symptoms of both cold and flu at the same time, so who cared which it was. And if you could get something that also had antihistamines, decongestants, expectorants, antitussives, analgesics and some scientific stuff to help you sleep at night - well - you just bought yourself a hospital in a bottle for $7.99.

Next time you are at your local grocer's check out the cold and flu aisles. Shelf after shelf of over the counter medications dedicated to the idea that free and independent Americans could monitor their own health and self medicate with whatever the hell they thought might work. (My favorite - Vick's VapoRub and a shot of 'Bourbon and Honey'.)

Almost no one ever went to the doctor, much less the hospital.

But let's be honest, sometimes, but rarely, it was a very serious and dangerous thing. Moms would call the doctor. Old people would keep an eye on their symptoms pretty carefully and would get their shots every fall just in case.

People would not panic - but they would be more vigilant during the winter months. Why we even called it the 'Cold and Flu Season'.

People with kids knew that a few weeks after school started they were likely to catch a cold or the flu from their own precious little rug rats that they in turn had picked up in the classroom from other, filthier little buggers.

Admit it, if it wasn't too bad, most of us would either go to work as normal and make sure to buddy up to someone we despised or just go, "I'm taking a couple of days off".

And if we were lucky enough our spouses would treat us like little babies and bring us stuff while we lay on the couch taking naps and watching TV while occasionally softly but just loudly enough, moaning for extra sympathy. (Admit it, sometimes you milked it a little and took an extra day off even after you felt fine.)

What used to be a normal but annoying fact of life has become another deadly epidemic sweeping the nation simply by changing what we call it .

First Covid, now Respiratory Syncytial Virus! (RSV)

OK. I predict half of the country will yawn and go about their lives and the other half will demand a two week national shutdown "to slow the spread" while screaming, "and for God's sake, mask up those kids!"

"Children’s health leaders call for emergency response as respiratory viruses continue to spread across the US"

"Pediatric health groups call for national emergency to fight respiratory illnesses....Pediatric health provider groups are calling on the Biden administration to declare a national emergency"

We all know the saying, "Never let a crisis go to waste". Going forward we need to rephrase it. "Manufacture a crisis and take advantage of it".

Did anyone doubt this was going to happen after what they did during Covid?

Our intellectual and moral betters and overlords discovered they could assume more power during a crisis. So now we can look forward to crisis after crisis that only the government can solve with - we-don't-want-to-but-we-have-to-for-your-own-good - ever increasing control over your life - with national health as the emergency.

Climate will be a health emergency, racism will be defined in health terms, capitalism and it's inequities will be a danger to the health of the disadvantaged and minorities.

How long until we hear Karen yell to some poor fool in Costco, "Your Precious Constitutional Right to not take your Government Approved Pfizer Robitussin Booster Shot and wear a badge to prove it will kill my Meema, you filthy capitalist, transphobic, misgendering $#@h*o&^le!"

But consider:

"About two-thirds of the kids who have been admitted with RSV are actually healthy, normal kids."

And that, students is what is overloading the hospitals. Residual Covid Panic (RCP) every time someone sneezes.

"Respiratory syncytial virus (RSV) is a common respiratory virus that can infect people of all ages. It is so common that most children have been infected with the virus by age 2. Most people, including infants, usually develop only mild symptoms similar to that of a cold with congestion, runny nose and cough.".

www.lung.org/lung-health-diseases/lung-disease-lookup/rsv

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brianbagdonas · 2 years

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Poetry Fire! 2020

This poster hangs on the backside of our garage in the window facing out towards our backyard. Printed in an edition of 8 or so, set in Kabel wood type and hand inked, it was designed to catch the attention of one person for whom the event was for. That is, my partner Rebecca. We were looking for an excuse to reacquaint ourselves with the poetry chapbooks sitting on our shelves in the house. So, during our first stage* covid-lock-down-backyard-hang-outs (the two of us) we'd read poetry around the backyard fire pit. We made a cocktail for the event as well. Recipe below.

Poetry Fire Cocktail

2 oz bourbon

1 oz lemon juice

¾ oz maple syrup

2 pinches fresh grated ginger

Backdate blog

*During the first stage of the pandemic, when very little was known about the Coronavirus - at a time where it was rumored that people could be stricken instantly with the bug, and drop dead to the sidewalk with no warning (remember that? yes, during the early months of 2020 this tale had traction) Also, I believe at this time the idea of transmission through aerosols was down played, and the focus was on transmission through touch. Impenetrable objects could host the virus for 72 hours or more, so you better not touch anything. That was the thought. Anyway, it was during this time that a lot of the world shut down. It was quiet. People were scared. I still worked and showed up in-person with my colleagues as an essential worker at the light rail train-yard. My brother still worked and showed up in person at the waste water treatment plant. People who turned wrenches, people who drove trucks, people who worked in the business of making food, moving food, delivering food, selling food, people who monitored systems of civilization did not slow their pace. They all showed up to work. At the time, many people who didn't work those types of jobs and who were sent home to hunker down recognized these workers as heroes. It was a sentiment that was very short lived. Anyway, I'll steer away from the bitter tone here, I just wanted to document that thought somehow. As a reminder. Perhaps another time will be appropriate to expound on those thoughts.

#backyard printing

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digitalsavy15 · 9 months

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8 Scientific Studies That Prove Whiskey is Good for You

Mark Twain, the man praised as the dad of American writing, is associated with numerous things, yet maybe his most broadly utilized discourse is on a subject we hold precious — bourbon liquor. Twain broadly expressed the immortal words, "A lot of anything is terrible, however an excess of good whiskey is scarcely enough."

Regardless of whether he knew it, Twain wasn't simply being saucy. As it works out, there are some genuine medical advantages to plentiful bourbon utilization:

Screw Disease, Drink Bourbon

With all of the nutrient enhancements or fix-all crude food counts calories, sorting out what's genuine and what isn't is hard. Indeed, ends up, bourbon works. Similar enemies of oxidants found in red wine that assist with battling the body's helplessness to disease are similar ones tracked down in bourbon — yet in more prominent sums. In 2005, Dr. Jim Swan gave a discourse at the EuroMedLab gathering in Glasgow discussing how there are extraordinary medical advantages to the people who drink single malt whiskies, as a result of its high ellagic corrosive substance (which is a similar enemy of oxidant in red wine).

Bourbon is Perfect for Weight watchers

Losing that colder time of year weight or keeping that late spring body in shape is an amazing endeavor — particularly during top bar-b-que season. Fortunately, a solitary shot of bourbon has zero carbs and zero fat, and as per LiveStrong.com it's quite possibly of the best liquor one can consume while on a careful nutritional plan. In the event that you're attempting to cut calories without cutting tomfoolery, bourbon is really a great decision!

Bourbon Can Assist with forestalling Strokes and Keep Your Heart Solid

As per a Harvard study — indeed, that Harvard — on the advantages of liquor utilization, a solitary beverage of bourbon daily might assist with forestalling ischemic strokes. The review starts with, "Most would agree that liquor is both a tonic and a toxic substance" which we believe is damn lovely. It likewise proceeds to say that the association between moderate — we rehash, moderate — liquor utilization and a brought down hazard of cardiovascular infection, including coronary failures, ischemic (clump caused) strokes, heart passing, fringe vascular illness, and demise from all potential cardiovascular causes is genuine. So tip one back, tap your heart, and thank the sky for one more day here on the planet. Cheers, Harvard!

One to Six Glasses of Bourbon Seven days Can Assist with bringing down Chance of Dementia

Ain't it interesting? A beverage that will in general cause us to fail to remember what we did the prior night is only what could assist with saving our recollections later on down the line. As per a 2003 contextual investigation, grown-ups who drank 1 to 6 beverages seven days were close to half as prone to endure dementia than non-consumers and individuals who polished off 7 to 13 beverages per week. All we're contemplating is whether those 6 beverages should be scattered more than seven days, or on the other hand in the event that we can do them across the board sitting! Yee haw!

Bourbon Can Quiet Your Nerves

We have hardly any familiarity with you, yet in the wake of a monotonous day at the workplace, in some cases the main thing that can quiet us down is a decent solid beverage. At long last, we have the science to back up our self-treatment. As per scientists at the peter Munk Cardiovascular Center in Toronto, Canada, one beverage of either red wine or liquor daily isn't only really great for the heart, yet additionally assists with blood course, oxygenation, and so on, and in this way, assists consistent your nerves and lower your heart with rating. Yet, hold it to one beverage, as the group likewise found that different can be, and we quote, "unpleasant." Yet we envision bunches of things are upsetting assuming you're a ninny.

Bourbon Will Assist with relieving Your Virus

The Hot Drink began in eighteenth century Scotland to make Scottish scotch taste less Something truly awful (clearly, the stuff was unpalatable). Scots would blend their "scotch" with home grown tea, honey, cinnamon, sugar, dates, and whatever else was helpful to veil the awful taste. It got on and, even after the Scots got everything in order and sorted scotch out, the Hot Drink stuck. Since bourbon expands the vessels and assists with dissemination, it fills in as a great decongestant — when not indulged, that is. Liquor is likewise great at killing microbes, and when combined with the tea and honey, it's really a boozy remedy.

Bourbon Works With Your Diabetes

Diabetes is one of those sicknesses we wouldn't wish on anybody. Beside the conspicuous wellbeing suggestions, it likewise denies you of the relative multitude of things in this world that are delectable — pungent meats, desserts, broiled chicken skin, bacon, chocolate, all the nibble food sources that don't suck, and truly each and every thing we can imagine that we really appreciate eating. Fortunately, bourbon is the ideal beverage for diabetes. Zero sugars implies zero glucose, with the expansion of zero carbs and zero fat, as well! Normally, assuming that you experience the ill effects of diabetes, it's foolish to over-make it happen, however basically your drinking profession doesn't need to altogether end

Bourbon Helps in Assimilation

It doesn't take a researcher to let you know that bourbon is viewed as one of the most outstanding digestifs on the planet. What's a digestif? It's precisely very thing it seems like. Bourbon's higher liquor content animates the stomach's development of pepsin, the essential chemical in absorption that separates proteins into polypeptides — anything the screw those are. It likewise uplifts discharges in both the pancreas and nerve bladder.

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