homemade city

Downtown chillin’

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Colovian Ginger Beer

As the most luxurious establishment in the Imperial City, the Tiber Septim Hotel is famed for its fine food and drink, much of which is made fresh on premises. One of their most popular beverages is their ginger beer, brewed in-house with other spices picked from the region. This drink is non-alcoholic, calms the digestive system, and is not too sweet. Perfect when paired with sweetcakes or a cheese platter!

You will need:
5 stalks ginger root, washed and peeled
4 cups pure water
¼ cup freshly squeezed lemon juice
1 stick cinnamon
½ teaspoon dried cloves
½ tsp cream of tartar
1 tsp dry yeast
1 ½ cups brown sugar

Grate three stalks of your ginger root finely, and roughly chop the other two stalks. Set aside the chunks for later.

In a pot, bring the water, ginger, lemon juice, cloves, and cinnamon to a boil. Add the cream of tartar and water, then bring to a full boil for five minutes.

Remove from the heat to cool, and add the sugar and stir until completely dissolved. When your brew is just above room temperature, add the yeast. Stir once again, then cover the pot with a cloth and leave somewhere dark and cool for two to three hours for the mixture to settle.

Place the ginger chunks from earlier into the bottom of a clean 2 liter plastic bottle (do not use glass as it may explode from the pressure). Strain your ginger beer mixture and pour into the bottle, leaving about ¼ free space as gas will form as it ferments.

Set aside in a cool dark space for three days, and every day release any gas buildup by simply unscrewing the bottle for a couple of minutes to release the pressure.

When ready to serve, place your brew in the fridge or serve over ice. Be sure not to shake your bottle! If it is not sweet enough for you, add a shot of simple sugar syrup and stir.

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Walking The Webbing


Here’s the song

*Peter Parker-centric


“I better be going,” Peter said, standing up.

“Yeah,” you said with a slight pout. “Gotta go save the city, eh, Spider-Boy?”

Peter laughed slightly. “Very funny.” He leaned down, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

You nodded. “Be safe.”

Peter climbed out onto your fire escape, pulling the mask down over his head. “Aren’t I always?” he asked, just as he leapt from the step, web slinging out to the next apartment building’s escape.

‘Yeah,’ you thought. ‘Safe. Nothing says ‘safe’ like zipping around the city on homemade spider webbing, fighting bad guys in the dead of night.’

You got ready for bed and tucked yourself in, visions of Peter falling from great heights filling your nightmares.



You looked up as Peter wound his way through the crowded hall. “Hey, Peter.”

“You look terrible.”

“Gee, thanks.” You shut your locker and headed for third period.

“No, wait, what I meant is that you look… tired.”

“Well, at least I look how I feel.”

“Why? Didn’t you sleep last night?”

“Not… well.”


“Because I kept having nightmares about….”


You turned abruptly, Peter skidding to a stop in front of you. “About you falling to your death because of your stupid webbing!”

“I… what?”

The bell rang and you disappeared into your French class, leaving Peter standing in the hall, mouth agape.


A few nights later, Peter knocked on your window. He was dressed in his Spidey suit, sans mask. You opened your window, leaning out on the ledge. “Sorry, sir, we’re not interested in whatever product you’re selling.”

“Very funny,” Peter said. He held a hand out. “Come on, I want to show you something.”

“At eleven o’clock at night?”


Sighing, you slipped your hand into Peter’s, letting him lead you up the fire escape to the roof. He walked you over to the edge, where you saw a strand of his webbing leading out to the building across the street like a tightrope.

“Peter, what are we doing?”

“I want to show you that this is completely safe. That the things I’m doing at night are fine, that I’m okay.” Peter stepped out onto the webbing, backward.

“Okay, Peter, fine. Can we get off the roof now?”

“That’s the point. We’re getting off the roof.” Peter took your hand, pulling you gently towards the rope.

“Peter, no! I… I’ll fall!” Looking down, you saw the city street below. Far below.

“No, you won’t. I’ll keep you safe. Promise.” Peter smiled shyly at you. “Do you trust me?”

Damn him for using your favorite Disney movie against you. You took a deep breath and took a shaky step out onto the webbing.

It remained taught, holding your weight. Your knees were knocking as Peter led you out further on the web.

“Don’t look down,” he whispered. “Just look at me. Hey, look at me.”

Your eyes found his and somehow, the two of you made it out to the middle of the webbing.

“Okay,” Peter said. “Now, look out there.”

You looked to where Peter was pointing. The lights of the city stood out against the black of the sky.

It was beautiful.

“I know you worry about me,” Peter said. “But this webbing is strong. It’ll keep me up where I’m supposed to be, get me out of trouble.”

You nodded. “I… I see that now, Peter. I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

Peter smiled. “Now… if you’re feeling adventurous… I have something else to show you.”


Peter wrapped one arm around you holding you to his chest. “Hang on,” he said. “And trust me.”

Before you could say anything, Peter shot out a string of webbing and the two of you swung through the city. You buried your face in Peter’s neck, your arms and legs holding on to Peter with all their strength. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle, but he held you close. The two of you swung from building to building. Eventually, you worked up enough courage to peek out, watching the city fly by. You had to admit, it was breathtaking.

Peter made his way back to your apartment, landing on your fire escape. Slowly, you untangled yourself from him, stepping wobbly onto the metal grating.

“Thank you for going out with me,” Peter said. “And for not freaking out.”

“Oh, I was freaking out. Trust me.”

“Right. Of course. Well… thank you for… putting up with your fears.”

You nodded. “And thank you… for showing me that your webbing is actually very strong.” You looked up at him. “I can’t promise that I’m not going to freak out or worry when you go out. But… I’ll try to remember tonight and maybe… squelch those fears a little bit.”

“That’s all I ask.” Peter gave you a quick kiss before stepping over to the edge of the fire escape, climbing up on the railing. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school?”

You nodded, watching as he swung away, webbing carrying him through the night.


IM DONE WITH THE ADAM YOUNG FUNKO POP! The only I have left for it is to order a plastic box for it to go in so the card stock box I made doesn’t get ruined.

I’m giving this to Adam in less than 2 weeks and I’m so excited! I hope he loves it and the book I made too (with the help of other hoot owls :))