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Convergence 2

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A/N: Natasha just revealed that she is still in love Bucky, your boyfriend. They exchanged a kiss and you have disappeared into another realm with Loki. Shit has definitely hit the fan as all secrets unfold. 

If you blinked, you would’ve missed it as the lightning cracks and the cloudless sky darkens and opens. A massive tornado appears then dissipated as quickly as it came. Thor’s feet touches the ground and within a breath the sky returned to its sunny Mediterranean hue.


“Not the welcoming, I would hope to receive.” He states as he observed everyone peering over the edge of the waterfall.

“I didn’t think about it until now, but why do we have waterfall?” Sam asked.

“Better question is how do you have a waterfall.” Bruce corrects.

Sam and Bruce exchanged a glance as Steve and Tony resurfaces from over the edge. “She’s not down there.”


"Neither is my shield.”

“Can you say Reichenbach falls.” Sam jokes. Bucky glares at him. “Sorry just saying it’s very Sherlockian.”

“Stop talking,” Bucky states.

“She is with my brother.” Thor stated matter-of-factly.


All eyes turned to the God who was dressed in a loosely fitted shirt and pants.


He smiled. “Hello.”

“Loki? Why is my girlfriend with your brother?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth.


"You would have to ask her that when you see her.” Thor turns and walked towards the house. “I’m hungry, I’ve been craving one of your human foods. Pancakes it’s called.”

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon.” Sam says glancing at his watch.

“You humans. Such slaves to time.”

“Pancakes and waffles are breakfast foods." Sam tried to explain, but gave up when he realized Thor wasn’t comprehending or just didn’t care.


"You might as well come inside and wait, they won’t be back for awhile.”

“How long is awhile?” Bucky asked as his jaw tightens.


Thor waved his hand. “A few hours or so in Asgardian time.”

“We are not in Asgard.”

“This is true.” Thor paused as he calculated. “They should be back in about a day or two.”

“A day or two!” Bucky bellowed. “You have to take me to her.”

“She’s with Loki for a reason and from the looks of it there’s a lot of tension here and she deserves some time away. Think of it as a mini vacation." He smiles.


"You know nothing.”


Thor’s smile became condescending. “I am a God, James, I know and foresee more than you could ever comprehend.” He inhales deeply and drops his defensive stance. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but my brother cares deeply for her.”

“Cares deeply for her.” Bucky repeated confused. “Why would he care for her, when he doesn’t know her.”

Thor gave nothing away. “She is safe with him. If she wasn’t, she would be here with you. When she is ready, he will bring her back. So, I suggest we go inside and have some delicious pancakes and one of those beers.”

Tony slaps Thor on the back and winces. “A man of my own heart.”

A northern light appears three days later and hovers over the house.

“What is that?” Sam asked, pointing to the greenish hue in the sky.

Thor glances up. “Ah, they are not that far off. It’s Loki’s way of signaling his return.”

“How much longer?’ Bucky impatiently asked.

“Few hours maybe.”

“Can you be a little bit more specific.”

“I am not Loki’s keeper.” Thor answered with finality.

Bucky and Thor had a silent standoff, Bucky caved first and walked outdoors and began pacing and staring at the sky.

“So, are you going to tell us?” Sam questioned.

“What?” Thor asked taking a gulp of his beer.

“C’mon man. Loki and Buck’s girl. What’s that about?”

“Not my story to tell.”

“So there’s something to tell?” Thor shrugs. ”You don’t just disappear into another dimension with a stranger for three days. They know each other? They had a thing?”

“A Thing? What is this thing?”

Exasperated Sam walks off as Thor joined Bucky outside.

“She is not in harm’s way.” He says.

“She’s pregnant with my child.”

“Yes, I know this and Loki knows this as well. He will protect her.”

“Can you stop saying that!” Bucky shouted. “She shouldn’t be with him, she should be here with me!”

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bandaged-chessmaster  asked:

Since today is my b'day, I was wondering, do you have hcs on how Dazai & Chuuya would celebrate their birthdays? With or without a s/o? :3c Thank you so much and have a wonderful day ahead~ And I absolutely love your writing~ <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY OR LATE BIRTHDAY I SAW THIS LAST NIGHT BUT IDK WHAT YOUR TIME ZONE IS ILY DOLL <3 <3
(I know I’ve written for Dazai’s birthday before but I don’t see it on this blog so here’s a fresh crop of hcs)

[Dazai –no s/o]

• Just another day to him, and he doesn’t make much of a fuss about it unless it’s to guilt people into doing his work for him (like Atsushi). He doesn’t mention it until he actual day because he’d rather make people feel like crap for not knowing—even Kunikida feels a bit of guilt—and Dazai wants nothing more to be a lazy couch potato for the rest of the day.

• Dazai’s birthdays weren’t exactly a secret in the Port Mafia, but rarely did he do much other than go to Lupin’s and celebrate with Odasaku and Ango. There’s a twinge of hurt in his heart when he thinks of the last birthdays he spent with his friends. Because of this his birthdays are now a bittersweet day and he’d rather just nap it off than celebrate. But, if the ADA goes out of their way to buy him a birthday cake after he’s done wailing about how everyone forgot he graciously accepts the attention in a traditional dramatic-Dazai fashion.

[Dazai- with an s/o]-NSFWish

• You’d think you were fucking santa clause with the list Dazai gives you the morning of his birthday. Regardless of what you have planned for him—breakfast in bed, morning shower sex, a loving shower of presents—Dazai beats you to the punch and hands you a very detailed list of all the naughty things he’d like to happen throughout the day. With a smirk a mile wide Dazai lightly kisses your nose and answers any protests with “but it’s my birthday!”. He uses this day to sneak in any naughty activity you’ve been on the fence about that he’s been dying to try. Besides, how could you deny a man such a thing on his birthday?—He says this as he’s whipping out the first skimpy outfit he wants you to wear during breakfast.

• “Will you love me as I wither away into old age? Oh I see a wrinkle! ____, don’t leave me just because I’m old!” Dazai whines things like this all day if you’re giving a smidge of attention to someone else, even if its work related. He’s in your ear pestering you about his decaying body until you’re completely immersed in whatever action he wants from you. A kiss, a hug, an under the desk blow job—Dazai is king today and he wants you to see only him.

• Outside of wanting to slip a quick fuck in or a steamy round of oral sex all over Yokohama, Dazai is pretty lax about any other birthday plans you’ve made for him. While he’d prefer spending the majority of the day just with you he’s not about to turn his nose up if you’ve decided to throw him a big party. As long the food is delicious and he doesn’t have to pay for any beer he’s a happy camper with his arm around your waist and a piece of cake in his mouth.

• After any festivities Dazai sweeps you up in his arms and announces its time for the birthday boy to ‘unwrap his favorite present’. Getting you to blush in public is one of his favorite past times, and he’s even more proud of himself if you’re glaring at him as he sets you down on the side walk outside. His shit eating grin fades as he grabs your hand and asks if you want to take a walk with him around the city.

• Without mentioning it he guides you to the place he took you on your first date. If you’re too full from the party he merely orders a few drinks and sits snuggled in the booth just enjoying the conversation and your company. When the early evening fades to twilight and he senses you’re running out of energy he peppers kisses up your neck and asks if you want to end that night at home tangled in each other’s arms.

• Once you’re both in the comfort of your own home Dazai is quick to strip you of your clothes and toss you in bed for round he-lost-count. This session, though just as heated, is threaded in passionate kisses and touches. Dazai’s hands find every dip and curve in your body and his mouth follows the trails his fingertips leave on your skin. He makes it a point to cover every inch of skin with his mouth, tagging a few places like your neck and hips with deep red marks. Even though it’s his birthday he’d rather hear you screaming his name throughout the night.

[Chuuya – no s/o]

• Chuuya celebrates his birthday with the people who feels are closest to him. A private dinner with Kouyou and Hirotsu followed by a small celebration at the bar with nearly all the black lizard, and he gets absolutely shit faced. Not that its much different than when he usually drinks, but he buys himself a very expensive bottle of wine that gets him wasted faster than usual. Hirotsu, as usual, carries Chuuya to Tachihara’s car and ensures he gets home safely.

[Chuuya—with an s/o] - NSFWish

• Chuuya lets you completely plan the entire day, he figures you know him better than anyone else so why interfere? He does however want a blow job to start the day and if you don’t offer on a whim he makes not-so-subtle hints and uses those sapphire blue eyes of his to bait you down below his belt. Of course being the gentleman Chuuya is he’s not going to let you go unloved, and he happily returns the favor by dragging you up and sitting you on his face.

• Unless Chuuya knows ahead of time you need the whole day he goes about his work as usual, however Kouyou makes sure he has the night off to celebrate. If you’re planning something big Kouyou is 100% in for helping you plan whatever you need and offers to distract Chuuya if you’re planning something elaborate. Since Chuuya would plan something elaborate for you, in turn he would love something a little over the top but not necessarily huge. Even if it’s just the people he’s close to in the mafia Chuuya would be floored by any party you managed to hold without his knowledge.

• Chuuya makes it a priority to have lunch with you even if its homemade bento boxes in his office. Though he truly wants to spend time with you because he loves you he’s hiding a devious intent behind his passionate kisses and little nibbles on your throat. What fun is a birthday and a big fancy office if you can’t sneak in a quickie with your beloved? Chuuya slides his gloves off nonchalantly and lets his hands to the talking. Before you know it your underwear is hanging off the book shelf and Chuuya’s buried between your thighs bouncing you up and down on his office chair.

• Regardless of the size of the party—or if its just a romantic date for two—Chuuya insists on you dancing with him. Preferably to slow songs performed beautifully by stringed instruments, but if the place you’ve chosen has a DJ over a quartet Chuuya isn’t going to fuss. With the lights twinkling, delicious French wine flowing, and your warm skin on his Chuuya is absolutely in heaven. His smile never falls from his face as he dips you, spins you, and twirls you around until you’re smiling just as wide as he is.

• Chuuya loves ending the perfect birthday with a nighttime drive through the edges of the city. His hand stays clasped with yours, tugging it upward to plant soft kisses on the back of your hand periodically as he drives beneath the glittering stars. After a while he pulls the car into an empty parking lot near the beach, yanks a quilt from his trunk, and spreads it on the beach with a few more blankets he keeps tucked away in case he wants to be spontaneously romantic—like tonight. He holds you close and watches the waves slide through the sand with the moon refracting off the navy blue water. He hums softly to you and nestles you in his lap and between gentle kisses he thanks you for giving him such an amazing birthday. 

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“It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”

[A Series of Unfortunate Events] The End.

the-frustrated-muggleborn  asked:

Since people are telling you to visit certain countries/cities, I'll also invite you to Belgium. Nice fries, good chocolate, apparently we have nice beer (I don't like beer so I have no idea), delicious wafles, second country in the world to legalise same sex marriage, record holder of the title "country that had no government for the longest time", Royal Greenhouses of Laeken (which have A LOT of plants), ... Very nice place, must visit.

waffles, equal rights, greenhouses and fries are so my jam damn it

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German Mettbrötchen (raw minced pork on a bun) and Schweinshaxe (crisp roasted pork knuckle) are too delicious to resist

Have a few Kölsch beers with it and you’re in heaven.

It’s Pronounced “Sisyphus,” Why Is That So Hard?

“Craft beers, brewed without a purpose, for a greater purpose.”

Tucked between the bustling Lyndale-Hennepin mess by the Basilica and Dunwoody college sits Sisyphus Brewing, a hidden gem of Minneapolis. With their comically-named delicious beer and their weekly amateur comedy nights, this brewery is sure coming up in the Minneapolis brewery scene and finding its niche. In this reviewer’s opinion, Sisyphus is consistently a top 3 brewery in Minneapolis. 

If the taproom looks like it used to be some kind of gutted warehouse or factory, it’s because it is. But not without its charm. The exposed brick walls offer a classic vintage feel, the bar itself is an old bowling lane (I think), and they recently put in some rather spacious wooden booths. The shuffleboards, pinball machines, and board game offerings make it the perfect place to hang out with friends and family. The owners also worked hard to add a second space between the main taproom and the brewhouse. This extra room is perfect for events, like a groom’s dinner, but it mostly serves as the taproom’s comedy space where they host amateur and professional comedy shows each almost every week. In fact, on most Thursday evenings, there’s an amateur comedy night where anyone can sign up to tell a few jokes. And it is absolutely free (what a great way to spend your Thursday! And it isn’t like you had anything else to do, right?. Even though the event space is designed as a complete contrast to the main taproom (carpeted, dimly lit, little-to-no natural light, fancy light-up Sisyphus sign with a hipster, vintage wooden backing, and no shuffleboards), the feel is still 100% Sisyphus (and the bar is a gorgeous cut of wood).

Sisyphus is still a smaller brewery, but I think that comes with a big advantage for them: an ever-changing tap list. They typically only have 6-9 beers on tap, but when one runs out, they almost always have a backup ready to go so you might see a changed list over one weekend. This, of course, has some drawbacks. If you really, REALLY like one of their beers, there’s always a chance it won’t be on tap for a few weeks. But that means you get to try another one of their delicious beer. And that you have to come back because it will be different again and again (gotta catch ‘em all, am-I-right?). 

So why is it called Sisyphus? “He’s the greek guy, you know the one that pushes a rock up a hill over and over again,” says Sam Harriman, the owner, and previous head brewer. “We have a small brew system, so we are like Sisyphus, always brewing.” But this is his stock answer. You can tell there is more to it than that. You want his answer? I guess you’ll have to ask him next time you catch him playing pinball. What’s my answer? The myth of Sisyphus tells the story of a man being punished for eternity, which doesn’t make a lot of sense for the theme of a brewery. But, if like Albert Camus (and Sam) have hinted, if Sisyphus is all of us, then maybe we need to flip the myth on its head. Maybe Sisyphus actually enjoyed pushing that rock up the hill. And if that’s the case, then it doesn’t matter if it falls right back down, you enjoyed yourself while doing it. So we need to go find our rock, our passion. For Sam, it’s beer. “I mean, each week we brew a bunch of beer and then people drink it all, so we have to do it all over again the next week.” If you imagine Sisyphus as happy, it changes the narrative completely. 

The brewery always try to offer a tap list with varying styles and strengths so that every kind of beer drinker gets what they want. What kind of beers do they make?

They make lighter beers like their “Anitsocial Apple Ale” (named by Sociable Ciderwerks), the traditional Belgian Blond (recently made with various fruit infusions), or the Citra hop session ale. And drinkable malty beers, like their Kentucky Common, or the “Argyle Penguin Amber” ale. And dark beers, like the “Safe Lady Peanut Butter Stout” (get it?), a traditional chocolatey-sweet porter, or their imperial brown. They make a whole slew of IPAs (I like to think that Sam, one of the owners and previously the head brewer, is a wizard with hops), like their all Citra hopped IPA “The First Beer We Named,” the west coast IPA made with wheat called “Isaac the Fax Man,” an east-coast style that can only be named “Cloudy with a Chance of Yeastballs,” or my personal favorite the “Bottlecap Mosaic” which is an ale with pilsner malt brewed with Mosaic hops (it is really good). They make amazing barrel-aged and imperial beers, like their birthday “Cake” beer, which is actually made with chocolate cakes. And they’ve even started an Employee Beer Series where each employee gets to design and brew their own beer (check out mine, the “Orange You Glad You Like Chocolate” stout). And each beer is $5, no matter what, though some beers are served in a pint glass and others (depending on ABV) are served in tulips. 

I could go on and on here, but the point is, they make traditional beers that are perfect within their own style, they try and tackle all sorts of styles, they play around with different hops and make vibrant IPAs highlighting each hop’s unique flavors and aromas, and watch out because some of them are higher in ABV than you might think (delicious and dangerous).

The icing on the cake (beer)? The staff are always friendly, the managers are awesome, the owners are so kind, and the brewers know their stuff. The cherry (blond ale) on top? The sales of one beer go towards NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness), so you can feel good about grabbing a second or fifth beer (what happened to 3 and 4?). 

I walked into Sisyphus on their opening day three+ years ago and was stunned by how delicious their first beers were and they’ve been making some of the best beer in the city ever since.

P.S. I work there, so I am biased :-) 

It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.
—  Lemony Snicket, The End

Gino’s East is a Chicago-based chain restaurant. It is a known for its deep-dish pizza, and for its interior walls, which have been covered in graffiti and etchings. They have live music, comedy shows and a great happy hour. What is also cool about this pizzeria is that they brew their own beer right in the restaurant making it a great place to have some delicious pizza and enjoy a beer or two any time of the day.

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Drinks and snacks available during After Hours Wind Down at the Rose & Crown Pub located in Epcot’s UK pavilion.

Enjoy Some Witch’s Brew
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My husband and I finally got out of our shell and tried the local bar/restaurant. Now we have to face the fact that we have wasted a whole year not going there.  It was delicious and they have beer.  @heypon we’ll treat you!

Big Brew Cheeseburger from Big River Grille & Brewing Works located on Disney’s Boardwalk.

anonymous asked:

You've been my favorite Tumblr blog for a while now. I'm the CSA anon you got earlier this week. I truly hope you're feeling better and you have a delicious beer at the end of the night. Keep on keeping on.

<3 Thank you good friend :)

It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair. The second time you have a root beer float, for instance, your happiness at sipping the delicious concoction may not be quite as enormous as when you first had a root beer float, and the twelfth time your happiness may be still less enormous, until root beer floats begin to offer you very little happiness at all, because you have become used to the taste of vanilla ice cream and root beer mixed together. However, the second time you find a thumbtack in your root beer float, your despair is much greater than the first time, when you dismissed the thumbtack as a freak accident rather than part of the scheme of a soda jerk, a phrase which here means “ice cream shop employee who is trying to injure your tongue,” and by the twelfth time you find a thumbtack, your despair is even greater still, until you can hardly utter the phrase “root beer float” without bursting into tears. It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.
—  Lemony Snicket

Seattle, I’m looking at you.

You don’t like Ryan Gosling?

1. You’re lying.

2. Fine, how about Kurt Russel’s impenetrable, unfathomably thick and glorious beard, thicker than any other man’s actual hair has ever been, glistening in the strong light of the Antarctic sun?

Tonight, starting at 7pm at The Gypsy Café in Fremont, you can kick back, put your feet up on a coffee table and sink into the plush cushions of a comfortable couch to watch both The Thing (2011) and … The Thing (1982), back-to-back, as the makers of the former intended.

Will there be beer specials?

Yes, fake person I just created. Beer will be 50¢ off, meaning a bottle of PBR or Rainier (or other ‘low class’ beers) will only be $2.25, and subsequently the other 55 delicious 'high quality’ beers we serve will be a robust but still totally reasonable $3.25.

Will there be popcorn?

Oh my god, you are such a nag. Yes, there will be popcorn. Microwave popcorn, but hey, it’s good enough for millions of other Americans and it’s good enough for you. I slave all day over a hot microwave and you’re always so unsatisfied.

Will you be there?

Of course I will, fake person. Oppressing women’s reproductive rights and destroying the feminist movement while serving a bevy of delicious foodstuffs and fine coffee, as well as tinkering with the projector and singing bad pop songs in an off-key and horrible voice, as always.

Does it cost money?

OH MY GOD SHUT UP. NO. IT IS FREE. 

Coffee Date!

Fake it til you make it, ammirite?

Not pictured: the iced passion tea I also got from Starbucks. I am fading hard here. I think I have some sort of combination of a cold and allergies and all I want to do is sleep. So I’m popping CVS brand Zicam and getting lots of sleep and drinking water. I refuse to still feel ill on Friday, because I AM GOING TO ICELAND AND GERMANY!

I can’t even tell you all how excited I am. I’m heading to Iceland first, for a quick 48 hours and then heading on to Germany for a week. In addition to visiting my family there, I will be meeting angeldrinkstea (!!!!!!) and running a half marathon! And eating lots of delicious food and drinking delicious wine and beer. 

I just have to survive! Last week was a crazy crazy work week and this week is gearing up for some crazy too–which is why I’ve been AWOL on here lately. 

I have been running though! And guess what:

NIce and easier runs (except for that 10k which was a PR!). I’ve really really been concentrating on taking things from “race runs” to “regular runs” and I feel fairly successful (this cold is making it pretty easy to run easy too)! I have to admit, it’s still weird only because I feel like doing slower runs will make me a slower runner. But, my legs don’t feel as completely shot everyday so running more seems possible. I DO need to mix in some speed training though.

I’ve been reading Hansons Marathon Method and I’m tempted to drink the kool-aid and give it a shot. I’m worried about the volume causing an injury though. But the basis of more running=better running makes sense as does taking things easy so you’re not burning out on the high volume. I have about five  months between now and Chicago so I think I’m going to start bumping up the frequency of my runs over the next four weeks and see how my body responds. If I feel okay, I’ll go with Hansons. If I feel like my knees are about to give out on me, I’ll stick with a more traditional program. 

Chicago seems like the perfect marathon to give Hansons a shot, though. Mostly because after I return from Germany, I have nothing planned between then and the marathon. No weird trips or obligations that could deter me from the plan. No real crazy races either (although that will change, I’m sure. Summer time is trail time!). It’s definitely tempting. 

Today I went to the Twins game with my brother and his wife. They had extra tickets and I joined them. I had not yet been to their downtown apartment. I met them there so I could see it. Then we walked to the stadium. That was nice.

It started out quite hot with the sun beating down on our section. We had some good seats which gave us access to a club area. It was air conditioned if we needed a break or wanted to buy food and drink in comfort.

Ball park beer is expensive but this one was worth every cent. We didn’t hang out inside and instead baked in the sun. An usher came around and even gave out free packets of sunscreen. I had some on but with that bright sun I didn’t hesitate to slather on more. A guy in front of us declined the sunscreen and by the 7th inning he was as red as Rudolph’s nose.

After eating a big bowl of nachos and sweating for a while I had a Miller Lite. That one beer cost about what a six pack would. It was the most delicious beer I’ve had in a while. Have you even been so thirsty that it feels like the cold liquid you drink starts coursing through your veins? That’s how refreshing that light beer was.

Shockingly the Twins won. It was with a walk off home run in the bottom of the 10th. Their season has been rough so far.