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Der Biergarten is an outdoor area in which beer, other drinks, and local food are served. Beer gardens originated in Southern Germany (especially Bayern) and are most common there. They’re usually attached to a beer hall, pub, or restaurant. Beer gardens in Germany developed in the Kingdom of Bavaria in the 19th century, during which dark lager beer was predominant. To provide beer during the summer, large breweries dug cellars in the banks of the River Isar for the storage of beer, to keep it cool. To further reduce the cellar temperature, they covered the river banks with gravel and planted chestnut trees, whose leaves provided cooling shadow. Soon after, the beer cellars were not only used to store but also to serve beer. Simple tables and benches were set up among the trees, creating “beer gardens” which soon became a popular venue for the people. This aggrieved smaller breweries that remained in Munich. To prevent further loss of customers, they petitioned Maximilian I to forbid the serving of food in the beer cellars surrounding Munich. Consequently, in riposte, the beer gardens allowed their patrons to bring their own food - which is still common practice today. The decree is no longer in force, and many beer gardens do serve food today. According to the current Biergartenverordnung, traditional beer gardens that still allow patrons to bring their own food and serve beer under shading trees are privileged in regard to a later closing hour and noise limits. An important part of life for many citizens, the Bavarian Biergärten usually serve common local cuisine such as Radi (radishes), Brezn (pretzels), Obatzda (cheese), halbes Hendl (grilled chicken), Hax'n (pork knuckle) and Steckerlfisch (grilled fish). 

Beer gardens are still very popular in Germany. The Hirschgarten is a restaurant in Munich that is noted for its beer garden, which may be the largest in the world - it has seating for over 8000 people. The restaurant dates back to 1791. In 2011, the world record for ‘The worlds longest beer garden’ was set in Berlin by the Berlin Beer Festival, measuring 1,820m.  

100 followers appreciation drabble!

Here’s something I wrote to celebrate having 100 followers. You can consider this far in the future of the Kings of Nowhere universe since it mentions Freya. Written on my phone at lunch so excuse any grammar weirdness. Enjoy!

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Ignis sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the four-year-old shift under the covers until he was comfortable. If anyone has asked him ten years ago about his thoughts on having a family he would have dismissed the idea at once. But times changed and they had quite literally been to hell and back over the last decade.

They shouldn’t even be alive. Or at least, that was what he thought whenever he felt the warmth of the newly returned sun on his face.

“Dad?” Pulcher said suddenly.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Ignis asked. It had been Prompto’s wish to start a family, of course. Prompto, whose heart could encapsulate the entire world. Ignis hadn’t been so sure, especially with his own heart fractured with the loss of his charge, his king, his friend. It had taken some convincing but in the end he trusted Prompto. Like always.

“Were you always blind?” his son asked. His high voice was serious and even though Ignis had never seen his face, he knew that Pulcher was staring up at him with the most earnest green eyes. Eyes that Prompto said looked just as Ignis’ once had.

“No, darling,” Ignis replied, reaching out to stroke the boy’s soft hair. He knew the boy’s height exactly and judged the distance perfectly. “I was…in an accident. A long time ago. And I lost my sight.”

“Won’t it ever come back?” the boy asked, and Ignis felt him tilt his head under his fingers.

“I’m afraid not.”

“What about a doctor? Or Grandma Freya? Can’t they bring it back?“ 

Ignis leaned down and kissed the boy’s head, inhaling the gentle scent of mango from the child’s shampoo.

“No, my love. But there’s no cause for sadness. I’m quite used to it.”

Pulcher was quiet for a moment and Ignis was about to suggest that the boy lie down when he felt small fingers on his cheek.

“If you can’t see anything, then why do you still wear glasses, Dad?” Ignis chuckled and reached up to grasp his son’s tiny fingers in his own.

“Out of habit, I suppose. I wore glasses for most of my life before the accident,” he explained gently. Recently, he had found that the shades were necessary for the first time in years, as the newly risen son sometimes blazed disorienting shadows across the ruined vision of his right eye. 

Of course, what he didn’t say was that the thick shades also served to hide the hideous scar that forever sealed his left eye. Prompto swore it wasn’t that bad, but Ignis still preferred to keep it hidden whenever possible. He had felt the rough, raised skin with his fingers many times over the years and even without sight he knew how ugly the damage must truly be. 

Pulcher himself had only seen Ignis without his glasses a few times in the six months they had been together, when the boy had wondered into their bedroom after a nightmare in the middle of the night. He had never commented on the scar, but Ignis suspected he’d been too distressed by his own imaginings on those occations to really notice before Ignis replaced his shades to help Prompto comfort the boy. 

Then again, perhaps the scars wouldn’t be so shocking to a child born into a world of monsters and darkness. Still, Ignis wasn’t ready to find out just yet.

“What about your good eye?” Pulcher asked next. “The one that opens sometimes. How come you still can’t see if it’s open?”

Ignis was quiet for a moment. He tried to keep his right eye closed most of the time simply to spare others the sight of the milky iris, but it did flutter opened at times. Apparently the difference was visible even through his reflective shades. He suddenly wished Prompto had told him that was the case.

“Close your eyes,” Ignis finally said. He waited a moment, knowing that the boy would obey without question. He was so eager to please them. Once, in their first weeks together, they had found him sobbing uncontrollably after knocking over one of Prompto’s pictures and breaking the frame. At first Ignis had worried the boy had hurt himself on the glass, but eventually Prompto managed to calm him down enough for Pulcher to choke out the reason for his distress.

He was terrified they would “send him back.” Even now, months later, that same fear drive Pulcher to jump to do whatever he was told. The behavior had actually brought Prompto to tears on a few nights and Ignis was far from unaffected himself. All they could do, however, was keep reassuring Pulcher and hope he would eventually feel safe.

When a few moments had passed, Ignis carefully slid his fingers across his son’s face and covered his eyes with his hand.

“Now open your eyes,” Ignis instructed. “What do you see?”

“Nothing!” Pulcher giggled. “Your hand is in the way!”

The squeal of laughter was infectious and Ignis grinned, slipping both arms around the child to pull him into a hug. 

“That’s what I see when my eye is opened,” he explained. Truthfully, there were some vague shadows now and then, but that was a good enough explanation for a four-year-old.

“Oh,” Pulcher said and hugged Ignis as tight as his little arms could. “I’m sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, darling. As I said, I’m quite used to it. Now, I think it’s far past time that little boys were asleep, don’t you?”

Ignis let his fingers lightly tickle his son’s ribs, delighting in the shriek of laughter he drew from the boy even as Pulcher obediently laid down in the bed.

“Leave the light?” the boy asked when he had his breath back. 

“Of course,” Ignis promised. It was no surprise that the boy had a fear of the dark. Even Prompto sometimes left their bedside lamp on. He thought Ignis didn’t know, of course, but some nights he could hear the hum of the bulb. 

“Love you, Dad. G'night,” Pulcher murmured, his voice muffled by a yawn. Ignis leaned in and easily found the boy’s forehead, kissing it gently.

“I love you too, darling. Sweet dreams.”

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can you do marichat and 49? sil vout plait????

A lil aged-up pre-reveal Marichat #49, modified, from this drabble prompt list. Also for Marichat Week Day 1 (Secret Dating). Thanks to @watashiwaweebdesu​ for beta reading, and @marichatweek​ for hosting this.

Also on AO3. I have a craving for Marinette to be the one pining for Chat Noir, so…


Enough For Now


“Hey, Marinette, can we call this a date?”

She looks up from her needlework to where Chat Noir is reading her history book at her feet. Despite the potentially sensitive question, he looks awfully casual and relaxed. She purses her lips in consideration.

“What constitutes a date, exactly?”

“Hm…I’d say it’s two people who spend time together to see if they like each other.”

“Well, we are spending time together.”

“And I do like you.”

“And I like you.”

“Does this count as a date, then?”

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Valentine’s Day

Annabeth Chase isn’t one to scoff at Valentine’s Day. It’s immensely contrived and commercialized and unnecessary (you should tell people in your life you love them every day), but she enjoys it all the same. She doesn’t mind pink, loves chocolate covered strawberries, and spends quite a lot of time people-watching. She likes watching couples walk hand in hand down the street, dressed in their best, making their way to brunch or lunch or dinner or a movie or a show. Love, although she hasn’t found it, fascinates her. It enthralls her, excites her, entices her. Annabeth Chase likes Valentine’s Day because it reminds her of what can be.

Not that she’s particularly looking for love at the moment. She’s twenty - young and in college and focused. A boyfriend would be nice, perhaps, but it’s not top on the list of her priorities. She’s doing just fine on her own.

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I really like drawing crazy and I haven’t gotten a chance to draw Arthur yet so this was the natural conclusion. 

Somewhat inspired by Best Served Cold which is an amazing fanfic by hecallsmehischild (and is proof that I am seriously obsessed with this fandom by now seriously help me)

In Majora’s Mask, Link goes in search of his bff navi, but he never finds her, so I thought of an AU where after he serves as the Hero’s Shade for Twi, he’s reincarnated as a Great Fairy to care for the fairies and for the heroes.

hella less scary than the OOT great fairy lets talk about that tho.

I promised @benito-cereno​ that I’d write this a while ago, but it fell by the wayside until now. So, Benny, ::finger guns:: here’s one for you …


Who is Captain Marvel?

This is one of the questions which pretty much every writer who has handled the original Captain Marvel over the last thirty-five years has tackled in one way or another. Are Billy and Cap the same person, transformed through magic? Are they different people who trade places with the utterance of a magic word? Or are they something else?

The original Golden Age adventures seem to make it pretty clear that Billy and Cap were separate people. They often refer to each other in the third person; Cap will say something like “Now that Billy is safe …” and Billy will say “I better call Captain Marvel” before bellowing his magic word, for example.

Then again, lots of comic book superheroes refer to their alter-ego in the third person. Superman and Clark Kent will often refer to each other as distinct persons, as will Batman and Bruce Wayne,  Spider-Man and Peter Parker, and so on – and we know that those aren’t two distinct entities. It’s just a device for the reader’s benefit.

And the words “transformed” and “changed” are frequently used to describe the effects of Shazam’s magic lightning – terms which seem to imply a single individual altering his material condition, but which also might just be short-hand for the effects of the magic word. So there’s evidence on both sides.

Personally, I find that a lot of the charm of these Golden Age superhero comics is how closely they hew to the internal, magical logic of fairy tales. I personally don’t think you need to make a distinction between Cap and Billy being the same person or Cap and Billy merely switching places – it can be both.

Before I go any further, let me offer a few caveats. First off, none of my conclusions from here on out are strictly canon or in continuity. As far as I know, it may directly contradict canon, for whatever that’s worth. This is a personal interpretation, it works for me, and it’s no threat to anything anyone else has written, assumed or chosen to believe. Please feel free to have your own interpretation, which you should – everyone should. There should be as many interpretations of a popular character as there are people who have connected with that character. That’s rather the individual magic of storytelling  ::and with those magic words, a cloud of Neil Gaimans appears::.

Additionally, my extrapolation refers exclusively to the original, Fawcett-published Captain Marvel and his adventures. I know that recent writers who’ve tackled the character under the DC banner have addressed some of these questions and characters – very expertly, in some cases – but they’re not much in my mind when I think of the source material.

(That’s on accounta I believe that characters in later incarnations are different characters from the source material. How is a character with a different origin, personality, costume, supporting cast, publisher and creators meant to be the same character as the original, particularly when the current adventures are taking place almost four generations later than the debut stories? And in new media, at that? Even Morrison/Quitely’s and Parker/Shaner’s tonally spot-on homages strike me as new incarnations rather than continuations of the original characters, but your mileage might vary and I digress …)


What We Talk About When We Talk About Shazam

So the thing about Billy and Cap is that they’re unique in Marvel Family lore – no one else has a Captain Marvel as their alter-ego.

Mary Batson becomes Mary Marvel, not significantly different from her civilian self, but gifted with super-powers. Freddy Freeman becomes Captain Marvel Jr, the same fella he was before but bereft of his crippling injuries and gifted with super-powers. Even Cap’s immediate predecessor as the wizard’s champion, the villainous Black Adam, only ever became a super-powered version of himself. None of them ever became a distinctly, visibly different person.

The only members of the Marvel Family who experience a distinct physical change such as Cap’s are the Lieutenant Marvels – three boys born on the same day as Billy Batson and also named Billy Batson, all of whom acquired the power of Shazam through what amounts to a bureaucratic oversight. The Lieutenants transform into what are clearly the adult forms of their real selves, although I don’t recall them ever referring to the pre- and post-Shazam forms as distinct people. So there’s a pivotal distinction.

It is worth mentioning that Billy and Cap resemble each other to the degree that you might assume that Cap is, at least, an idealized image of what Billy might look like as an adult. As it is, they look so similar that they could be brothers – much like the Lieutenants, but with the added element of at least occasionally seeming to be different people.

It’s fairly evident that Cap and Billy share a relationship which is unique among the other assorted members of the Marvel Family – and that it persists no matter the incarnation of Billy and Cap.

One of my favorite old Captain Marvel stories involves Billy and Cap travelling a thousand years into the future and meeting their direct (and identical) descendants  – BilBat and CapMarv (In the future, you see, society moves so quickly that we speak exclusively in abbreviations, which is obvs p.ludicrous lol). 

Like their contemporary counterparts, the 30th century World’s Mightiest Mortal and his juvenile alter ego resemble one another and speak of one another as separate people, but are also “transformed” and “changed” by the magic lightning.

As long as it’s Billy and Cap, whatever the incarnation, there’s something different about Billy’s relationship with the power of Shazam … but what is it?


Now who is this guy?

One figure which has remained shrouded in mystery throughout the golden age run of the Marvel Family books is the shadowy figure which lures Billy into the magic subway car, depositing the boy in the hall of the mighty wizard.

Obviously, this figure is some entity, shade or spirit in the service of Shazam, but who? And why? He goes as far as to accompany Billy to the immediate presence of the Wizard before he unceremoniously disappears between panels, effectively vanishing forever without further explanation.

Personally, I think the shadowy figure is Captain Marvel. This is what Captain Marvel is without Billy’s imagination and courageous spirit to give him form and direction, without Billy’s wit to give him a personality, and without Billy’s presence to give him a likeness. The shadowy figure is some immaterial revenant in the service of the Wizard, embodying the contract and the power Shazam has wrangled from six great heroes and gods of history, just waiting to be put into service.

There’s only one of these shadowy figures (that we’ve ever seen), so only Billy – Shazam’s current champion – gets him. Everyone else gets what Teth-Adam had, powers and vitality in their existing form. The Lieutenants, by the aforementioned bureaucratic error, get the cosmetic appearance of Cap’s unique form, but not the specifics.

So Cap and Billy are different people, and are transformed back and forth as well. Fairy tale logic, works just fine to my mind.


But who is Captain Marvel?

I have another favorite story from the era, The Son of Shazam. A clever magician uses stage magic to convince Captain Marvel that he is “Shazam Jr,” and orders the World’s Mightiest Mortal to go about on all sorts of money-making errands for him. At one point, Cap – riddled with suspicion over the atypically greedy antics of the alleged offspring of his kind and generous master – flies to the Rock of Eternity. There, he asks the old Wizard if Shazam has a son, and Shazam replies that he does. Cap flies off before hearing the full reply.

In the final panel of the story, the spirit of the Wizard clarifies the information – “You are my son, Captain Marvel!”

Now, obviously, this was meant to be read as an expression of paternal affection. Or … could Captain Marvel – which is to say, the shadowy figure which served Shazam, the formless shade who brought Billy to the Wizard and then was transformed himself into Captain Marvel – actually be the old Wizard’s immediate offspring? Was Shazam speaking literally?

I like to imagine this version of the story (even though this particular element is assembled from whole cloth) because it has a mythological and fairy tale feel to it. Shazam has a son, a brave and noble son who serves his father faithfully. His son is, at some point, killed – by treachery? In defense of right? In some sort of noble sacrifice? It’ll be good, whatever it was – and the powerful wizard is left with only his memories.

So Shazam descends to the afterlife to see his son one last time – possibly to rescue him from eternity. He meets, on his journeys, six gods and heroes of legend. He bargains with each of these mighty figures for some boon to give his son back the qualities he possessed in life; great courage, great stamina, fleetness and strength, wisdom and righteous power.  

But, even though he acquires these boons, he neglects to secure the return of his son’s physical body. It never occurs to him, or he fails a vital challenge, or perhaps the acquisition of a new physical form is the greatest of the Wizard’s seven labors, and takes centuries.

In the interim, his son attends to him only as a phantom, a shadow of his former self. This leads Shazam on a quest covering millennia in hopes of finding a new champion who embodies all the virtues needed to give his son life once again.

And then, with one magic word, there’s Billy Batson, and the rest is history.

So that’s my take on it, I find it a nice, neat, poignant little narrative which ties up a loose end or two. Your mileage, as I said earlier, is very much welcome to vary. Hope you liked it, Benito ::kisses fingers, points them to heaven:: you’re partying with the angels now, dude!

(PS Benito is not dead).

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo Episodes 10-11 (part 2)

[I ended up cutting part 1 too early, I fear. I still had stuff to say about So. Oh well. Here is your promised part 2. I’ll warn you now, I get into making my predictions for the drama’s end and it’s a bit of downer. No direct spoilers for BBJX though, just my own speculation.]

So’s Suicidal, Homicidal Love

So’s behavior in episode 11 is qualitatively different than it was in episode 10. It’s really only after he starts demonstrating his changed attitude that his feelings begin to have an affect on Soo. As soon as So can get to his feet after his ordeal he limps his way to her side. She knows almost instinctively that he drank the poison, at least in part, to avoid implicating her in the assassination attempt.

He denies this, of course, but his very presence outside her cell belies this and she rolls over his protests.

Again, Soo is firm with him. Even mildly accusing, “Did you think my feelings would change if you did something like this?” letting him know that her heart still belongs to another, and not to do anything so foolish again. So can’t even respond to that, and looks away. But it’s true that his selfless concern for her is stirring. Only privately does she acknowledge that what he’s done makes it harder for her to turn away from him, as she’s already decided she must. It’s both admirable and pitiable how determined she is to stay faithful to Wook until the very last moment, no matter what So might threaten or sacrifice.

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*Chants* Crossover hell, crossover hell, crossover hell-

This also serves as shading and minimal background practice for me. Either way drawing on paper is easier and quicker than using my tablet (For me, at least.) I kinda wanna color all some of them but you know that probably won’t happen :’D

Also, humming certain themes together sound real nice

3. Miss Congeniality’s Rules

Hadassah gathers the fellow models because she has “a lot to get off [her] chest.” Well duh. Besides the obvious, she also has some concerns she wants to discuss with her new roommates.

Hadassah is serving some shades of Furonda at this house meeting, and that’s obviously a great thing from a TV-viewing perspective. If I had one piece of advice to future ANTM contestants, it would be to “be as Furonda-y as possible.” If only, like Furonda, Hadassah ran around the house in a crown.

Perfect. Though Hadassah lacked the forethought to arrive to the house with pre-typed list of “Tips for Successful Interaction,” allow me to help her out and type up some of her rules for her. These are words to live by, y’all:

1. Don’t Eat
“I just don’t want people, like, eating stuff, like, and putting their hands in it or out. Like, don’t just, like, eat stuff.”
This should be simple. This is a modeling contest, why is anyone eating anything in the first place?

2. Use a Cup
“Do not, like, drink out of, like, if there’s a bottle of juice that we all drink out of, don’t drink out of it with your mouth.”
There’s nothing hot about sharing cold sores, guys!

3. Be Cool
“I just don’t want, like, any awkward tension.”
Given how poorly her rules are going over with her housemates, I presume Hadassah means for this to start after the meeting is finished.

4. No Burping

Take it from all-time ANTM great Natasha: “You’re supposed to be a lady. Models don’t burp.”

5. Avoid Staring from a Distance

This one is my favorite because… what?

If there’s anyone that Hadassah invented this rule for, it’s Lacey. She’s noticed the country girl making sour expressions at her so she decides to confront her with one last rule:

6. Get to Know Hadassah First
“The worst mistake you can ever make in your life when you meet people is to, like, assume or prejudge that they’re one way.”
Remember: people tend to, like, think Hadassah’s dumb after, like, talking with her, and that’s, like, probably, like, not even, like fair.

Lacey tells Hadassah she comes across as arrogant and that’s why she has a problem with her. Ultimately, though, she decides Hadassah isn’t worth arguing with and resolves to stay away as much as possible.

For what it’s worth, Justin and Kelly Cutrone have also pegged Hadassah as arrogant, so it’s not like Lacey’s pulling this out of thin air.

Hadassah claims her goal is to get everyone to like her, but she acknowledges she isn’t making many friends yet. “I might be a pageant girl, but I never said I won Miss Congeniality,” she says.  Well, actually, she did kind of say that last week when she boasted that she intentionally becomes everybody’s friends at beauty pageants in order to manipulate them.

If this is how Hadassah tries to win over friends, I can’t wait to see what happens when she decides to make an enemy of someone. Lacey may be keeping her distance, but rest assured she’ll be staring at Hadassah from that distance. [Insert Devin’s cackle noise here.] Now this is a fun feud I can get behind.

5 Funniest Moments of ANTM Cycle 22 Ep. 2

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Mumbai’s popular fast food snack, Batata Vada, is a deep fried indulgence. Spiced mashed potatoes are dipped in chickpea batter, deep fried to a golden shade and served with mint-coriander chutney or garlic chutney.

When Batata Vada is sandwiched between green chutney smeared pav, it becomes a Vada Pav, another of Mumbai’s famous street food snack.

"Tokens: Imagine Fili making you a bracelet from his braid beads as a token of his love for you."

shino-miyas || imagine

The sky was a swirl of warm colors, the weather warmer as it was the peak of summer.

The forest was greenest in the summer, and swarming with forest critters that surprisingly weren’t aggressive unless provoked.

The dwarves decided to set up camp for the evening, while Fili and Kili went to survey the area around their camp. You on the other hand, were tired out from your trek through the forest and decided to rest for a bit.

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