Brewery : Dugges / Stillwater Artisanal Beer : Syrligt Style : Fruit Beer / Sour / Vegetable Beer / Berliner Weisse Variance : Brewed with Rhubarb and Lingonberry
8 / 10
I fucking love Swedish Fish! Well actually, love might be a little too strong of a word because overtime when I eat them I feel like all of my fillings are getting ripped right out of my teeth but besides that little problem, they are incredible. Being from New Jersey I enjoy going to the beach every once and a while and to Seaside Heights to be specific because there was always one of those giant wheel games where I would win a whole box of diabetes, oh I mean Swedish Fish and I would crush them in about a day. Now with all that being said, this taste absolutely nothing like a Swedish Fish. Not that that’s really a bad thing considering how sweet those little red bastards are but instead you have here a balanced and tart brew that will have you coming back for more. A sweet light fruit flavor starts things off before some tart and jaw tightening pucker flavor mixes in intensifying things drastically while more sweetness and berry flavor wraps things up. I really love a good sour and these two breweries nailed it with this one ever if it isn’t a great representation of it’s candy counterpart. Maybe instead of trying to mimic the fish they were just trying to say that this beer loves listening to ABBA because that would make it pretty fucking Swedish, right? I mean, Mamma Mia this beer is good and you should Take A Chance On Me and listen to this review and go grab some and scream “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” while visiting Waterloo because this beer is a Super Trouper sending out an S.O.S. to the Dancing Queen and I’m running out of ABBA songs so let’s just end the puns there. This beer is a great first sour for the newbies out there because it has just enough bite to introduce your taste buds to something new but not enough to have to wire your face shut because of a broken jaw. As for you pros of the drinking world, definitely grab a bottle of this while you can because it’s worth it. Cheers!
I’m so glad scooters are still popular with kids, when was the last time any of us felt that level of power, of control, of pure motion. To be able to jump on those two wheels at any moment and scoot off faster than youd believe. It’s a power too great for any adult to handle without becoming corrupted
okay, i’m just putting this out here because it needs to be said and i’m sick of letting the bullshit train continue when i could help stop - or at least bring attention to - it. i have a friend who is diplegic and therefore uses a manual chair (her twin was also quadriplegic and in a motorized chair) and when we watch movies with wheelchairs in them, we like to critique the designs.
do you know why mcavoy couldn’t/can’t drive his motorized wheelchair? BECAUSE THE FUCKING WHEELS ARE ON THE WRONG WAY. HANK MCCOY, WHO IS SUPPOSEDLY A “GENIUS”, DESIGNED THE WHEELCHAIR SO THE BIG WHEELS ARE ON THE FRONT AND THE SMALL WHEELS ARE ON THE BACK.
LOOK AT THIS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. DO YOU KNOW WHY HE CAN’T DRIVE IT? THE SMALL WHEELS ARE AT THE FRONT BECAUSE THEY ARE SMALL AND THEREFORE ALLOW FOR LOTS OF FINE CONTROL, AND THE BIG WHEELS ARE AT THE BACK BECAUSE THEY OFFER POWER. WHEN THE BIG WHEELS ARE ON THE FRONT IT IS SO DIFFICULT TO CONTROL WHERE YOU ARE GOING. IT’S LIKE WHEN YOU WALK BACKWARDS ON A BIKE AND TRY TO STEER STILL WITH THE HANDLEBARS. I SAT BACKWARDS ON MY FRIEND’S MANUAL CHAIR AND TRIED TO WHEEL MYSELF. IT WAS LIKE COMPLETELY REWIRING MY MOTOR SKILLS EVERY SECOND I WAS MOVING. IT. IS. BULLSHIT. AND ALL OF CHARLES’ CHAIRS ARE LIKE THIS!!! HANK!!!!! WTF!!!!!!!
ALSO. Charles would have THE WORST backpain from that stiff-ass unnecessary fuckin metal backrest that goes all the way up. YOU KNOW HOW PEOPLE’S BACKS GET UNCOMFORTABLE WHEN SITTING FOR HOURS ON A LONG PLANE OR CAR RIDE???? YOU KNOW THAT FEELING??? THAT FEELING IS THIS CHARLES’ LIFE, OKAY. HIS BACK HAS TO BE UNNATURALLY STRAIGHT ALL THE TIME. THIS CRITIQUE IS TAKEN FROM MY FRIEND’S EXPERIENCE BECAUSE SHE ALSO HAS A HARD BACK CHAIR AND HAS BEEN TOLD SHE’S GOING TO HAVE AWFUL BACK AND SHOULDER PROBLEMS BECAUSE OF IT. YET HARD BACKS ARE STANDARD AND SLING BACKS - LIKE THE ONE I’M GOING TO SHOW YOU IN A SECOND - ARE NOT! THIS IS BECAUSE THE WHEELCHAIR-GETTING SYSTEM IS COMPLETELY BROKEN AND IT’S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD REALLY CARE ABOUT BUT IT IS A RANT FOR ANOTHER DAY). THE POINT IS, CHARLES’ BACK IS ONE HURTIN’ UNIT IN THIS CHAIR I GUARANTEE YOU. HE OBVIOUSLY DOESN’T NEED IT FOR TRUNK CONTROL. HE HAS AMAZINGLY FREE RANGE OF MOVEMENT ABOVE HIS HIPS. THIS CHAIR IS B U L L S H I T. HE CAN’T DRIVE, HE CAN’T SIT UP IN A COMFORTABLE WAY. POOR BABY IS H U R T I N G but right, Hank’s ~~a genius~~
In contrast, look at this chair!
Look at those tiny-ass wheels on the front! The user of this could spin ON A DIME. It’s Nice as Fuck. Look at that back. (Okay I’m not 1000% certain it’s a slingback) but it doesn’t go all the way up the user’s back! That’s some free-range-of-movement-let-your-spine-do-almost-anything-it-wants-shit right there. Since Charles pretty clearly has full use of his trunk in the movies, this would make much more sense. Also, Ann (friend) and I really don’t see why he would want an electric wheelchair when he clearly could have a manual one that allows for even more control.
AND OKAY, all wheelchairs should be specific to their users. Some people need more back support. In Ann’s quadriplegic brother’s chair there was a neck brace and little wing things on the side that came out and clamped around his body. Some people’s foot rests need to go out like Charles’ does (whether or not he requires this is kind of foggy, espc. since the overall design is so. asinine.). Some need their footrests to be more in like the orange chair. Some people get tilted wheels, some people don’t. (Also the process for deciding this is bullshit - on government insurance they will only build your chair with the assumption that you will never leave your house and therefore it’s almost impossible to get ‘add ons’ like sling backs and tilted wheels and under-the-seat brakes WHICH SHOULD BE STANDARD, AGAIN, BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T HAVE THEM YOU COULD HAVE MORE MEDICAL ISSUES DOWN THE ROAD OMG THIS SYSTEM IS SO BROKEN).
But I think we can ALL fucking agree that your wheels should go on the goddamn correct way so you can, you know, steer. And that maybe your chair should be designed more like a mobility assistance device than a fucking 1860′s gentleman’s club wingback for no goddamn earthly reason.
Trimming your writing has the benefit of getting your point across to readers without using stuffy sentences and filler phrases. Those are the training wheels of beginning writers, but seasoned professionals can pick them out easily.
One such weakness to cut from your writing so it sounds more professional is the word “give.” Here are some examples taken from my own writing.
Original - She gives me an appraising look as I enter the room.
Revision - She appraises me as I enter the room.
Original - She gives a long tired sigh, but smiles at the
end of it.
Revision - Her
tired sigh ends with a smile.
The meaning stays the same, but less time is needed to read and understand the sentence when that awkward “give” is taken out. Unfortunately for me, both of these examples came from the same scene, making a scene that should last only a few seconds take longer than that to read through.
So much of Tundra memory relies on scent, and I imagine Tundra’s sense of smell is so strong that it has a lot of social implications that other dragons wouldn’t think of. Every dragon has their own smell, of course, but it’s always lined with something else, the scent of family, the scent of bloodline, the scent of elemental heritage. A tundra born in the Southern Isles but whose mother came from the Ashfall Waste might still carry a fine underlying scent of brimstone, or charcoal. There’s a lot of information carried in all that, and it’s left for the sniffer to interpret and sort out- what smells like the bloodline of a friend to one may be the bloodline of an enemy to another, it’s all relative. But it’s all there.
So now, imagine the horror of encountering a dragon with no blood-scent. No clan, no family, no distinctive smell. They smell of nothing, or maybe, only of themselves, only of the magic that birthed them. Imagine what an uncanny valley that would be, someone who is, as far as Tundra are concerned, missing an integral part of themselves. It would be like walking up to someone and discovering they had no ears, and no holes where ears should be, just smooth skull. Creepy, unsettling, wrong. A dragon without a clan-scent is a dragon with no history, not to be trusted- it might not be a dragon at all.
I have a tarot deck that was gifted to me made entirely of leather and just the major arcana. It has an extremely powerful energy to it, and I knew right away this was a tarot deck to be used in spell work, not divination. So I started meditating and looking into the cards and really thinking about what they could be used for/associations. So here’s what I came up with!
(Note: I mention curses in here because some of the cards do lend themselves really well to that. If you don’t curse personally, feel free to disregard those parts. This is based on my personal relationship with the cards, so your personal associations and meanings for your deck may be very different. Be sure to understand the nuances of your cards before using them in a spell.)
🗝0 The Fool: Wiping the slate clean, a fresh start. Opening oneself to new experiences and knowledge.
🗝I The Magician: Manifestation and invocation. Energy work. Personal capability. Utilizing the power already within you and bringing it to the surface.
🗝II The High Priestess: Secrets. Hide and obscure knowledge to others. Increased intuition. Knowledge of the occult. Learn other people’s hidden knowledge while keeping yours under wraps.
🗝III The Empress: Fertility and abundance. Vibrancy, nurturing. Also to some degree, sensuality and sexiness.
🗝IV The Emperor: Strength and stability. Generic masculine power. Traditionalism.
🗝V The Hierophant: Jobs, mentorship and other positions that require some level of conformity. Traditional knowledge, coming more from a dogma or set path rather than a personal experience.
🗝VI The Lovers: Love (obviously,) union, harmony between two people. But mostly love.
🗝VII The Chariot: Success, motivation, overcoming any nasty obstacle. Personal power working with outside powers for your benefit.
🗝VIII Justice: Pretty self explanatory. Justice, getting what one deserves for better or worse. Could also be used as an aid to help guide you to the best decision when stuck at a crossroads.
🗝IX The Hermit: Knowledge latent within oneself that you want to bring to the surface. Cutting ties between yourself and people/groups that no longer benefit you. Any spell designed to get people to stay away from you (but warning here, the Hermit doesn’t discriminate between the people you still want to see and those you don’t!)
🗝X Wheel of Fortune: Luck, a change of fate. Finding one’s true calling/destiny. A request of a long-term type of success.
🗝XI Strength: Emotional strength, mastery of emotions, self-control. Resilience and courage.
🗝XII The Hanged Man: Release of unwanted emotions, new perspectives. In a curse or hex setting, it can also be used to represent someone who has been traitorous, especially in decks with a more traditional art style.
🗝XIII Death: Can be used to represent death during rituals such as a dumb supper. Important endings, rebirth, shedding the skin of the past. Hard cutoffs.
🗝XIV Temperance: Balance, cleansing, a restoration of energies as they should be. Healing.
🗝XV The Devil: Addictive negativity. All things bad in life that can be avoided, but are easy to slip into. Can be used to sic this on someone else in a powerful hex, or can be used as a representation of your own demons as you break free from them.
🗝XVI The Tower: Another card that’s particularly good for offense magic. Sudden, unexpected crisis. A destruction of what one has been working for. Upheaval. Could also be used to try and protect oneself as much as possible from this before it happens, if you sense trouble ahead.
🗝XVII The Star: Hope, guidance, generosity. Can be used when searching for a sign for something or for a pathway to be illuminated.
🗝XVIII The Moon: Mystery, emotional/spiritual fog, being stuck in a grey area. Illusion, hiding/obscuring yourself or something else. Could be used as a more gentle hex to weaken somebody without wrecking them like some of the other cards. Alternatively, it could be used to represent the literal moon, as either a replacement (if you can’t access the moon) or as a way to draw down the moon’s power.
🗝XIX The Sun: Recharging, success, vitality and enlightenment. Celebration. A powerful source of positive and productive energies, but without a lot of direction on its own. Similarly to The Moon, it could also be used as a representation of the literal Sun.
🗝XX Judgement: Guidance in making tough decisions. Luck or good fortune in the final stages of something important. Reaping the benefits (or punishments, so be careful) of our work up to this point.
🗝XXI The World: Harmony, tying up loose ends. Completeness and wholeness. Resolution of all conflict.
Thank you Faust for making such great female characters :DD Here’s her Thrilling Intent universe trio Aesling the Neckstabber, Vachon the SPELL-er of SWEET AIR, and Koh Kura the totally legit magician.
Between the tiny dots all over this image I had to paint over, the cutoff parts I needed to redraw/paint & removing the background around all of those damn wheel spokes.. I thought I would never finish this edit….. 😓
I think the biggest surprise of the dark artifices is that Julian goes from guy who’s-never-kissed-a-girl to total sex kitten in .5 seconds that does it on the beach and against a wall like chill dude whoa
Man looks at a tree,
burning with godly power;
his gaze falls to his hands,
his mind dreams of holding that power in them.
Man watches a child being buried,
nought but a memory left behind;
he thinks it so futile
his mind dreams of eternity.
Man tries to chase his prey,
too slow, always too slow;
his legs stop,
his mind dreams of running like the wind.
a jumble of noises conveying nothing;
his voice halts,
his mind names the things he makes.
Man carries his belongings,
legs trembling under the weight;
his arms shake,
his mind plants a seed.
Man hears a growl,
a predator lurking in the bush;
he approaches it,
his mind calms it.
Man looks around,
his eyes lost in the darkness;
his fingers fumble with metal,
his mind navigates.
Man watches his companions,
strong houses rising higher and higher;
cities expand below him,
his mind rules an empire.
Man twists his hand,
adding another curl of ink;
his hand tires,
his mind builds a machine.
his imagination is more effective -
his mind shoots.
Man feels the wind,
sees the ocean;
the sea salt haunts him
his mind sails.
Man remembers the stories of past wars,
and now has his own memories;
his exhaustion wants an end,
his mind imagines an exploding sun.
Man watches the stars,
and reaches for the darkness;
a test and a fail and a test,
his mind plants a flag.
Man walk, ran, drove,
but his boredom is undefeatable;
he wants faster, makes faster,
his mind needs more.
Man bleeds, fails, dies,
but returns twice as powerful,
and thrice as curious.
Man’s mind cheats death,
creates the impossible,
laughs at eternity,
owns the universe,
wants and needs and makes and always reaches for more,
insatiable greed and endless dreams.
and they never quit until they dominate the universe.
(references in relative chronological order: discovery of fire, cave drawings/writing, wheel, language, settlements, domestication, the compass, civilisation, printing press, fireguns, discovery of America, the atomic bomb, space travel/moon landing, modern technological advances.)
Summary: Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.
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The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.
So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.
How convenient, having two perfectly functioning swords - that aren’t quinques but that apparently can cut into ghoul flesh just as effortlessly - hanging unused on the CCG crest in the Bureau Director’s office…
But seriously, I wonder what’s the deal with those swords. I wonder if they have anything to do with the katanas that the some of the first Washuu are seen wielding:
They don’t look much alike, but maybe the material of the blade is the same? It would make sense for such swords to be held on a wall as part of the symbol of the Commission of Counter Ghoul, if that were the case. It’d be like a hunter hanging their favourite rifle on their wall.
Or maybe it’s finally time we learn about those mysterious bycicles?
and the material of those wheels, since there’s been foreshadowing of there being something special about them?
>iTunes posted some info about AT’s final season >A fucking rap episode, a BMO/Ice King Episode, a ghost episode and Marcy and Hunson (which is one of the few episodes I care about) >A war is coming >Only 18/16 episodes left >Still waiting for FinnxHW to become canon
summary; in this story, you have known your best friend for more than 15 years and you were utterly and wholly in love with him
You promised that you would get to tell him.
Soon, that is.
But not now— not when he had been stressing out over midterms and you, being just as busy with packing your things and talking with the administrator back and forth about how your trip would all go down.
The global internship was a chance for you to finally do something that you loved and prove that you are worthy of something more than just purely passing every midterm and getting good grades effortlessly (at least that’s what they say when you’re not listening). But truly, you knew that this internship to see dozens of places could help you go back to your roots and experience the many things you wouldn’t be able to do with just plain studying.
You were going to Australia, the first place that your mother took you when you were seven and you could vaguely remember the streets that everyone walked on all throughout the day and you grasping onto your mother’s arm as tightly as you could in fear of getting side tracked and losing her all at once.