#Berry wine coolers

[dewitty1]

[dracutgrl]

Still one of my favorite TV moments.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hey mouse, hope you're doing well. Since it's almost fall and Spooky Season I had an idea. What would a fall date with the bachelors look like?

I'm fine, thanks for asking, dear anon! ☺️

It's finally fall, and although I still have the summer heat now (damn 🥲), the autumn-themed headcanons give me comfort and realization that the colder weather will soon arrive.

Anyway, enjoy! 💕

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SDV bachelors and their ideas of Fall date with Farmer:

Autumn is the season for spooky films to start rolling, dedicated to the upcoming Spirits Eve, so of course Sebastian will ask Farmer out on a date to the cinema. And the cinema is also an option if Farmer doesn't like the horror genre. Autumn is also the season of frequent rains in the Valley, so one of the unusual ideas of interesting pastime of this couple will be sitting in the cave of Mines on the ground floor. Relaxing and chatting about anything, listening to the falling raindrops through the entrance... If Farmer likes to walk in the rain, then Sebby is all for it (with umbrellas of course), and they both can look for frogs in the pond before it gets too cold.

It's definitely the season of fragrant honey fungus and chanterelles in the woods, and the bushes are downright teeming with ripe blackberries, so one of Harvey's date ideas is a mushroom/berry hunt! Both a nice time in the beautiful woods, and a full basket of delicious nature gifts that are sure to brighten up a romantic dinner later. If the weather outside is too cold and unpleasant, the doctor and his partner will arrange a date at home, over a hot cup of tea/coffee, a marathon of films, the pleasant warmth of the fireplace and the sounds of rain outside the window. And cuddles, of course. Warm and cosy!

Considering how beautiful the Cindersap Forest becomes in autumn, Elliott is sure to invite his dear Farmer on one of the walks there. The trees are coloured in various shades of gold, red and orange, the crisp fallen leaves underfoot, and a pleasant companion... Ah, what a lovely date, and Farmer is also delighted! And if they are both too lazy to walk, the writer will come up with a wonderful idea for a picnic: a bottle of wine, tasty appetizers, the sounds of the forest and sunny weather, etc. Also parts of the date would be all sorts of mini-events in the Valley, like community pumpkin picking or ripe wild apples.

In addition to the Stardew Valley fair, neighbouring towns and Zuzu City have folk festivals celebrating autumn, with big tents and attractions. Shane felt that attending such a festival as a date with Farmer would be a good option. And he's right! Big tents with different kinds of beer and cider (he drinks in moderation, don't be afraid), the smell of delicious comfort food, fun contests, songs and dances. Chicken man and his partner had a blast! And after such trips, Shane can offer dates without leaving the house, as let's say joint preparation of caramel apples. Also not a bad pastime at home will be horror games, with a soft blankets and autumnal goodies.

Hiking with Sam! Oh, he's been waiting for a long time for the summer heat to end and cooler weather to arrive. Generally speaking, this date idea is appropriate in almost any season, but Sammy thinks it's much cooler amongst the autumn beauty. The lovely couple will make a bonfire in the forest or mountainous area, and while Farmer will roast marshmallows, Sam will pick up a guitar and the forest will be filled with beautiful, creating pleasant memories. In addition to looking at the beautiful things, he and Farmer will have a photo shoot, filling their album with pictures of their autumn adventures.

It may not be easy for Alex to find his way out of the corn maze, but he and Farmer came here to have a good time, not to win. They still came out first, though, and got some nice prizes, making the date ending even better. The athlete will also invite Farmer to a haunted house at a carnival in one of the towns. And no, he wasn't the one who shrieked like a little girl when someone's hand touched his shoulder ("Come on, Farmer, don't laugh!"). Scary and creepy places, ooooh! But Farmer and Alex had a great time, so the date was a success!

[sourlemonsprout]

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓈

Seth x SugarBoo (gn!reader) x Alphonse

Word Count: 631

(In my head Sugarboo has some sort of out-of-home bakery business or just sells their treats to locals nearby idk🤷‍♀️)

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Seth wiped his brow and glanced around the shop once last before closing up. Summer had always been one of his favorite times of the year, water fights outside, camping in the woods, and all the other fun stuff you could do as a kid with the seemingly endless amount of free time on your hands. However, the oppressive heat that lingered in the mechanic shop coupled with the pesky bugs made Seth long for the cooler fall days ahead. It wasn't all bad though, he was truly grateful for the opportunity to work in the shop, and the summer evenings he spent with you and Alphonse were some of the most memorable he'd had in a long time. The comforting beachside strolls, the cozy nights spent by a fire pit, and the delightful array of baked goods you crafted using the fresh fruits that were in season filled his days with joy. Just as he was reminiscing about your delightful treats, a message suddenly lit up Seth's phone.

"heyy can you pick up some lemons on your way back from work pls?? xoxo"

He smiled down at his phone, shaking his head slightly, this was the second time this week you'd had him run to the store, but he didn't mind. As he closed the garage up and locked the doors, he pondered what sweet treat you were going to whip up this time.

As Seth rolled into the driveway, the sun began to flood the sky with a dreamy glow of orange and pink as it faded into the horizon. Stepping off his bike, he could hear your laughter through the open windows. You and Alphonse were sitting at the kitchen table, music playing softly from a speaker as you two chatted away enjoying the gentle summer breeze blowing through the house.

"How ya' doing big guy?" Al nodded at Seth as he walked into the house, kicking off his shoes by the door.

"Tired, but glad to be done for the weekend." He replied with a sleepy smile.

"Busy day?" Alphonse asked.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Seth sighed.

"Thanks for grabbing lemons!" you beam as you get up from the table, grabbing the bag from Seth and dumping them into a collider next to the sink.

"Whatcha planning on makin' with those?" Seth questioned.

"Shortbread lemon tart" you state. You make a mental note to wash the fruits tomorrow before using them, before returning to Seth and pummeling into his chest for a big bear hug.

"W-whoa" he laughed, catching his balance from the sudden hug attack.

"Why hello there Sugar," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. No matter how hot and tiring the days were, coming home to you two made everything worthwhile.

"Whatcha end up making with the blackberries I picked up for you the other day?"

"Little blackberry pavlovas!"

"Pav... lovas?"

"It's an Australian meringue cake with a soft marshmallowy center" you explain.

"Yeah, and they made this compote with the berries and used some fresh mint leaves from the garden as a garnish, it looked amazing!" Alphonse chimed in.

"Damn Sugar, that sounds great! I bet those sold really well huh? s'there any left?"

"nOpe" Al snickered.

"Alphonse," you wine, "You ate the last one??"

"You bet I did, it was delicious Boo," Al said sticking his tongue out playfully at a disappointed Seth.

"You're an ass, you know that right?" Seth bantered.

"I'll save you some of the lemon tart, and I'll be sure to hide it this time. Anyways, dinner is hot and ready on the stove if you're ready!" you say finally breaking away from the hug. As the evening unfolded, the three of you sat down for a cozy dinner and chatted away until the stars dotted the sky outside.

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The End <3

[your-local-simp-writers]

Star-Crossed Serenity

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Under the golden afternoon sun, the gardens of the twisted wonderland were a sight to behold. Malleus Draconia, with his imposing figure and regal demeanor, had prepared a surprise for you. As you walked hand in hand, the path opened up to a secluded spot where a picnic was laid out under the shade of a grand, ancient tree.  

“You’ve outdone yourself, Malleus,” you said, admiring the spread of delectable treats and the soft blanket laid upon the lush grass.  

“It is but a simple gesture,” Malleus replied, his emerald eyes softening. “I wanted to share a moment of tranquility with you, away from the chaos of our daily duties.” 

As you both settled down, the world seemed to stand still. The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming flowers, and the only sound was the cheerful chirping of birds. Malleus watched you with a fondness that made your heart flutter, and you knew that this moment would be etched in your memory forever. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the verdant fields of Twisted Wonderland, Malleus Draconia and you found yourselves in a secluded glade, perfect for the intimate picnic he had planned. The grandeur of the Dragon King was evident in every detail, from the fine china plates to the crystal goblets, all laid out on an embroidered cloth that shimmered with threads of silver and gold.

Malleus watched you with an intensity that belied his usual stoic demeanor. “I have longed for this,” he confessed, his voice a deep timbre that resonated with the quiet power of thunder far off. “To be away from prying eyes, to share a moment of simplicity with you.”

You smiled, reaching for a delicate pastry, its flaky layers filled with sweet cream and berries. “And I appreciate every effort you’ve made,” you replied. “It’s not every day that one gets to enjoy such a feast with the heir of the Draconia line.”

He chuckled, a sound as rare as the blooming of the night-blooming cereus, and it warmed you more than the setting sun. “My title means little in the face of your company,” he said. “Here, I am simply Malleus, and you are the one who has captivated my heart.”

The conversation flowed as easily as the wine from the bottle, tales of your respective worlds intertwining like the vines that grew around the ancient tree under which you dined. Malleus was particularly taken with your descriptions of the human realm, his eyes alight with wonder and a touch of wistfulness.

“As much as I yearn to see your world with my own eyes,” he mused, “I fear what my presence would bring upon it. My power is not always… well-received.”

You reached out, placing a reassuring hand over his. “Perhaps one day, we can venture there together. With care, and perhaps a bit of your magic, I believe we could make it work.”

The promise hung in the air between you, as tangible as the magic that Malleus wielded with such ease. It was a promise of future adventures, of shared dreams, and of a bond that transcended realms.

As night fell and the first stars appeared, you lay back on the blanket, Malleus by your side. The constellations above were unfamiliar, yet beautiful in their strangeness. “Tell me about the stars in your world,” Malleus requested, his head turned towards you, his expression open and earnest.

And so you spoke, of constellations and myths, of navigators and explorers who used the stars to find their way. Malleus listened to every word, his hand finding yours, fingers entwining. In that moment, under the celestial tapestry of an otherworldly sky, two hearts from different worlds beat as one.

The night deepened, and the air grew cooler, but the warmth between you and Malleus remained undiminished. Wrapped in a shared blanket, you continued to gaze at the stars, each one a silent witness to the evening’s tender moments.

Malleus’s voice broke the comfortable silence. “In the Draconia-bloodline, there is a legend,” he began, his tone taking on the cadence of a well-told tale, “of two stars, separated by the vast expanse of the sky, yet bound by an invisible thread of fate.”

You turned to him, intrigued. “And what became of them?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They yearned for each other, across the distance, their light a testament to their longing,” he continued, his hand squeezing yours gently. “Until one day, the thread pulled them together, and they collided in a brilliant display of light and energy, creating a new star, one that outshone all others.”

The metaphor wasn’t lost on you, and you felt a flutter in your chest. “Is that what we are?” you mused. “Two stars drawn together?”

Malleus’s eyes met yours, and in them, you saw the reflection of countless stars. “Perhaps,” he said, “or perhaps we are the creators of a new legend, one that speaks of a dragon and a human, and the love that transcends worlds.”

The conversation shifted then, to dreams and aspirations. Malleus spoke of his hopes for the future, not as a king, but as a man who wished to see the world—not with power and conquest, but with wonder and companionship.

“And you,” he said, turning the focus to you. “What dreams do you harbor within your heart?”

You shared your own visions of the future, some grand, some humble, but all of them painted with the brush of possibility. As you spoke, Malleus listened, his expression one of genuine interest and affection.

The picnic had long since ended, but the connection between you had only grown stronger. As the first light of dawn began to creep across the sky, you and Malleus rose, packing away the remnants of the evening.

“This night may end,” Malleus said as he took your hand, “but our story is far from over. With each new day, we shall write another chapter.”

And with the promise of countless tomorrows stretching out before you, you stepped forward into the light of a new day, the Dragon King by your side.

[prairiefirewitch]

I’m hagging out a day early because I’m headed out of town for a couple of days, but I was not about to miss this month’s hag party. I love making infusions and have managed to turn infused witch things into my full time job, so this is my strawberry jam. Strawberry vanilla hibiscus infused mead, specifically.

I try to make at least 2 batches of mead a year; one at Yule to be shared at Midsommar, and the other made at Midsommar to be shared at Yule. It’s a nice way for me to slow down and apply patience (I’ve got zero) to a project, and eventually reap the delicious benefits of waiting for the mead to mature. And it’s very sweet to taste the labors of summer in the middle of winter, and then to taste the warm spices of winter in summer. It’s alcohol-fueled time travel.

This mead is my favorite of all the batches I’ve made, so I made 3 gallons instead of the usual 1 gallon batches I make.

Mead is incredibly easy to make; once you toss everything together, it’s just a waiting game. Here’s the down and dirty but there are many good recipes online if you want something more complex. Sanitizing your equipment is the most important step and you can use San-star from a homebrew supplier, or make your own with a gallon of cool water and about an ounce of household bleach. Everything you use here needs to be sanitized.

You need all this stuff to make a gallon:

2.5 - 3 lbs honey

1/2 pack sweet or dry yeast mead (I used champagne yeast because I like it bone dry)

1 gallon spring or purified water

2 cups berries

Vanilla bean, split and scraped

10 raisins

1/2 cup dried hibiscus flowers

You’ll also want a gallon sized glass carboy, a big funnel, a large cooking pot, a small cooking pot, an airlock, a sieve, a rubber stopper that fits your carboy, and a big spoon to stir with.

Put your honey in your large pot and add about half a gallon of water. Warm it on low just until the honey dissolves. Watch the heat, honey scorches quickly. While it warms, put your clean chopped strawberries into the small pot with about 2 cups of water. Bring it to a low simmer and use a potato masher or an immersion blender to make a purée. Add your hibiscus flowers, heat for a few minutes to let them soften and turn off the heat. When it’s just barely warm, use your sieve to filter out the seeds and flowers.

Once your honey water cools to about 100 degrees, pour it into your clean carboy. Add the other half gallon of water, and your sieved strawberry purée. Top up with additional water if needed, leaving about 3 inches of head room. Add your vanilla beans and raisins. Raisins provide nutrients for the yeast. Sprinkle the yeast on top, but be sure your mixture is 90 degrees or cooler or your yeast will die.

Pop your rubber stopper into the carboy and insert the water filled airlock. Now you wait. Let it ferment for 2 weeks. Most of the activity will have stopped.

Now you need to filter the mead into a second carboy. If you don’t have one, use a sanitized pot or bucket while you wash your carboy for the secondary fermentation. You want to pour or siphon slowly and carefully, using a fine mesh strainer, so you leave most of the settled yeast and bits of strawberry out. Once it’s carefully filtered, add it back to the carboy, put the stopper and airlock back in. Now wait for a long time. This mead should be ready to drink in 6 months, but it’ll be a bit rough and unrefined. You can bottle it at this point, which is what I do, but lots of people just let it age in the carboy. I like heavy duty swing top glass bottles, but wine bottles work too.

If you’re patient, save a few bottles to age for a full year. This is when your mead becomes a nectar fit for gods, with all the roughness gone, and the delicate honey flavor gets complex. Keep your bottles in a cool dark place.

Thank you @msgraveyarddirt for hosting!

[mariacallous]

He dreamed of a career in the Israeli military. Instead, ironically, he co-created an iconic cereal brand which bears a distinctly military name and rank — Cap’n Crunch. The man behind the cereal is food technologist Chaim Gur-Arieh. He not only was on the laboratory ground floor bringing Cap’n Crunch to supermarket shelves, but Gur-Arieh brought us multiple other blockbuster brands and products — Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing, Tiger’s Milk Bar, single serving pudding and gelatin cups, and wine coolers.

Ninety-year-old Gur-Arieh is a non-stop innovator not only of foods, but of himself. He’s lived on three continents and pursued three distinct careers. Born in Istanbul, Turkey to a family that traces its roots there to the 1500s, he moved on his own at 14 to Israel. A high school dropout, his hopes of a life in the Israeli army ended when an explosion caused a hearing loss. Undeterred, he returned to school and earned a B.S. in chemical engineering.

In Israel, Chaim changed his last name from Mizrachi, a common name there, to Gur-Arieh, meaning “lion cub.” But this wasn’t the only change he made. After working at a rubber factory, Gur-Arieh decided chemical engineering wasn’t for him, he explained in a recent interview. So, he reinvented himself once more. He moved to the U.S., earned a master’s degree and Ph.D. in Food Science at the University of Illinois, and became a food technologist.

His first job was at Quaker Oats Company in the Midwest. It was there Cap’n Crunch was born. At the time, Quaker Oats had another cereal on the market. It also had a problem. That cereal, Life, was infringing on a patent owned by Ralston Purina Company, according to Gur-Arieh. So, Quaker Oats needed an alternative manufacturing method, and while working on one, came the idea of developing a sweet cereal for children, namely Cap’n Crunch.

While Cap’n Crunch is famed for its sugary taste and distinctive cartoon character, Gur-Arieh’s contribution was technical and industry trend setting. He co-developed the cereal’s manufacturing process called extrusion, the mechanical process when grain is forced to flow — under one or more varieties of conditions of mixing, heating and cutting — through a mold which shapes and/or puff-dries the grain. Before extrusion became the most common method of processing cereal, grains were typically rolled.

In the six decades since its introduction by Quaker Oats (now a subsidiary of PepsiCo), the popular corn and oat cereal has spun off into numerous flavors and seasonal variations, including ones with berries, “vanilly,” peanut butter” and “choco.” 

As for Gur-Arieh, he too spun off into multiple ventures. He worked for Del Monte Foods and a company developing food for astronauts. After that, he ran his own companies and along the way hit another gastronomical home run — developing Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing or more accurately the dressing as we dip and devour it today. Years before, ranch dressing had gone to market in dry mix packets, but Gur-Arieh created the bottled liquid formula convenience-loving consumers didn’t know they craved. 

About this time, Gur-Arieh took on a partner-for-life, his wife Elisheva. After 35 years in the food business, at an age when many people might consider retirement, Chaim and Elisheva opted to fulfill a longtime dream of opening a winery. Their Di Arie Vineyard & Winery, located in the Sierra foothills outside of Sacramento, CA, grows 11 varietals of grapes. In addition to the vineyard, there’s a tasting room and a wine club. Chaim makes the wine, while Elisheva, a nationally exhibited artist, oversees sales and marketing. 

Now, 24 years into operating the winery and having just celebrated his 90th birthday, you might ask when does the man behind Cap’n Crunch start resting on his laurels — or at least on his vineyard? The answer: Not yet.

Since COVID, the vineyard faces new challenges and Gur-Arieh is innovating once again to meet them. Sales are down and consumer tastes are changing, he explained. 

“First, there’s a general decrease in the amount of wine people are drinking. It’s partially an economic decision, but it’s also generational,” he said. “Younger drinkers are turning away from wine and back to hard liquor and that’s having an impact.”

To combat the downturn, this nonagenarian inventor has created three wines that pair with sushi. This new Hikari line is being marketed to money-spending younger foodie fans to win them back to wine. It has three offerings including a specially formulated chilled red wine blend and comes in bottles and cans – again, a nod to a younger demographic. Hikari is already sold in supermarkets in the West and Gur-Arieh is negotiating with a major Midwest chain to place Hikari there.

And with that update on his business, our interview concluded. The man who never lost his stride, be it during relocation from country to country (or continent to continent) or industry to industry, put on his floppy hat and headed out the door. There were grapes to tend to, watered and watched. Another day of work for this constantly innovating continually enterprising food scientist-turned-vintner.

[stubblesandwich]

MORE of your house of colour ted talk please, that was really interesting to read!!

Oh my gosh, I'm so happy you enjoyed my mini TED Talk/crazy person rant in your tags. 

For those who don't know what the HECK I'm talking about, I reblogged this fantastic little gif set and went off in the tags about how lucky we all are that Colin O'Donoghue happens to be a winter. 

So for those unfamiliar, everyone fits into a color palette or season, according to House of Color, which came about in the eighties and is based on color theory. The idea is that based on your skin's undertone, hair color, and eye color, you fit into a "season" of color. You're a spring, autumn, summer, or winter. Spring and autumn are on the warm end of the color palettes, and summer and winter are the cooler seasons. Think warm oranges in fall and bright, sunny greens in spring. Bright blues and berry pinks for summer, harsher whites, blacks, blues for winter. Makes sense, doesn't it? (Honestly, it took me a long time to understand it all, but once I did, it kind of broke my brain and I can't unsee these things. 🙃)

Well, I make the case that sir Colin O'Donoghue, our dear Captain, is a winter. And we are so damn lucky that he is. Do you know why? Because winters are the only season who can truly pull off black. 😎 And true red, actually! Because of the high contrast between their features and their cool undertones, winters look amazing in high contrast, vibrant cool colors. Those colors don't wash them out like they would other seasons.

Let's get down to the photo evidence, shall we?

Here we see Colin in all his smirky glory.

Now, we all know what this man looks like, but let me point out the obvious. Dark hair, light eyes. The contrast between the two is high, allowing him to pull off a more high contrast color, such as black, white, and that vibrant blue at his collar. His skin has a cool undertone (which is a whole other thing but just trust me there for now). You can see a more pink look to his skin, instead of a warmer yellow undertone. It's easier to see on people with lighter skin, but you can also determine undertone on folks with darker skin. So, there you have all the makings of a true winter.

What does that mean, in terms of clothing and picking out colors that will complement your features? Let's look at some pictures of Colin NOT wearing colors in his winter palette and maybe you'll see what I'm talking about.

Now, you'll never see me on this website saying this man looks bad in these photos. Obviously you'd be hard pressed to make Colin look unhandsome in anything you put him in. But just take a look at him wearing this muted wine colored shirt. His features don't pop at all, like they normally do. It's doing nothing for him. He'd actually be better off just wearing that white undershirt, in terms of making his features pop. And then the photo with the beige on the right is just... I mean, we can all see that's not good, right? We can all see those colors are doing nothing for him? Winters and beige don't mix. Beige is on a winter's no-no list.

It was actually difficult to find photos of Colin not wearing colors in his season. He actually does pretty well for himself, in that regard. He generally wears cooler colors and a lot of black. Here's another photo example though of him in a warm, olive green. Does he look ugly? Absolutely not. Would this sweater look better on him in black, or almost any shade of cool blue? Absolutely.

The olive color washes him out, actually. Let's compare this to Colin in a bright white and dark blue, below.

See how his eyes pop, and his skin doesn't look so washed out? The olive green sweater seen above is a warm green, which would look fantastic on someone in the autumn season. On a winter, though, it just doesn't work as well. And because I love Colin in blue, here are some more examples of him wearing his colors well.

Now, you might be saying to yourself, "Tori, you silly goose. You're forgetting about the magic of lighting benefits, and also the magic of facial hair, which is basically makeup for men." Sure, I'll give you that. Most men look better with stubble or a light beard, and lighting helps. I take you now to my next example of Colin not in his best colors.

The white undershirt and the blue tie are great for Colin! The rust brown suit, however, makes me feel yucky inside. I keep using this phrase, but you can see how this color is just not doing the man any favors. It doesn't help bring any vibrancy to his features in any way. Let's compare these now to (the moment we've all been waiting for) Colin wearing black and see if we can tell a difference.

Do you see how his eyes look brighter, and his skin tone doesn't look so muted and washed out? The skin beneath his eyes isn't as shadowed, either. People generally look healthier when wearing the colors that suit them best. Now, add in Hook's eyeliner to make those blue eyes pop, and you've got some real magic.

Winters also look great in red. (Think of Monica Gellar, also a winter, in her signature red from Friends.) Let us not forget Killian's fan favorite "red vest of sex", as seen below. Someone in the costume department really knew what they were doing with Colin, it must be said.

It's also important that they had him wear silver jewelry, instead of gold, as silver goes better with cool undertones. And how fortunate are we that they cast a man who naturally looks so good in black? The whole "little black dress" as a closet staple for women simply doesn't work for so many of us who just don't look good in black. The only season that truly shines in black is the true winter. ✊🏻 More power to them.

TL;DR Colin looks fantastic in black, and there's a scientific reason for it. Emma didn't stand a chance against not falling for Killian Jones, and neither did we.

Thank you for attending my TED Talk.

[b0kksu]

Just some small headcanons

Satoru is the definition of old wealth; he tends to wear more classic fits with casual clothing. Timeless pieces that never go out of style, simple jewelry or pricey watches, he indulges with sunglasses that cost more than one can count. Even down to his facial products, hygiene, and mannerisms he excludes an air of natural elegance underneath the persona of someone quirky. It’s venomous, mean, and scathing - his beauty is caustic, it is meant to corrode but for some he can be attributed to conventional beauty. To others, there are times he has an air of archaic nature within him, as if he was not meant to live within this era and it shows in the way he dresses when not on missions or teaching. 

Smells of sweet vanilla/ ginger / musk: the Gojo Clan’s apothecarist brews whatever trademark scents he likes. As a teenager living in Tokyo, he wore the current messy scents that most teenage boys tend to, though, due to Naoya’s influence he was able to find a cologne that fits him best. Due to his sweet tooth, he tends to lean towards gourmand flavors (berries, creme, vanilla in particular) either musky or tobacco laden (he has a soft spot for smokers). When showered, his natural body chemistry is light, airy, on a cooler note that smells sharply clean to all senses.

The six eyes are sentient due to their nature as a curse: each one has a ‘personality’ so to speak. They work in harmonization, for those who can uphold the strength to look into them, there is a mixture of outcomes. The endless expense of the Heavens but they frequently remind, Satoru is not the Sun - he is greater, the benevolent God of the Skies. A torrent of waves where his body was tossed at seventeen during his first death, this is prevalent during grief or hurt, when he stills each emotion but it is a tidal wave crashing down. While others are the silvery sheen upon the fresh blankets of snow, pure, harmless, agonizing to crush yet enticing. Perhaps boyish, the warmth of a bright summer day, which is all of Satoru’s pure unrivaled love.

Runs colder because of Infinity: the veins within his skin show, even on his hands, red stains the flesh and there are times he feels cold like marble. It doesn’t harm him, he was born among the mountains of Hokkaido in the midst of the deep winter, the light can still puncture but heat cannot touch him. He likes gloves, scarves, big fluffy sweaters and nice wool jackets - sleeping underneath the kontatsu because for a millisecond in time, it feels like the fear of being found vanishing. 

His dietary habits are unhinged: prefers veganism for spiritual / health reasons, fails at it repeatedly. He succumbs to the vice of anything creamy or fish (fatty tuna is his weakness) he uses the term loosely but, his favorite savory dish is onigiri lightly grilled.

Can’t drink in excess but can have one glass of wine (no spirits / no liquor / no beer): dry wines are the utter devil, he prefers dessert (sweeter, easier to swallow with ice-cream or cake on the side). Though, he is the type of person when intoxicated who is overly emotional, thus he knows his limitation and will never push it for what it’s worth. It also may stem from his lifestyle that requires his physical health be taken into effect.

[ask-vinyl-scratch]

10/17/2010

skewed?

Damn what a bro!!!

dont make fun of my drawings! it's really hard to draw stickponies when you can only use your hooves! my hoofwriting is bucking shit rn

...hoofwriting.

yeah I gotta Luna-damned magic limiter ring horn I gotta wear all the bucking time now, so I haveta write this by hoof! yeah, Tavi found out about the rave I went to last night and damn was she concerned! made me feel a little bad like. she took me to the horspital and the doctors said I should wear this magic limiter to help me recover from the drugs and the cocaine withdrawal, which, fair. the wubs I was involuntarily shooting off from my horn were kinda starting to shatter wine bottles (sorry Berry!) I was still pretty skeptical of the ring until Tavi said that since I told her I wouldn't go to the party like she wanted and I did that I could make it up to her by wearing the ring and having a quiet evening in and a sedate double date with Lyra and Bon Bon so I could rest and recuperate, which, fair.

Tavi started to joke that it's like a wedding ring or something, but then she started to comfort me and hug me after I started

dont read that part

while were talking on the subject of you journal-people, I gotta say Don't make any other things appear for a little while, k? Im keeping that you're still here a secret from Tavi because she would just get worked up about you guys and then I'd be out of a magic journal. besides, you're the only place I could possibly get more cocaine, if I ever possibly wanted it for reasonable uses.

kinda bummed that I can even still get these ask things (or submissions?? hell's up with that???????) but at least you seem like a pretty cool mare, Banana Pie. see ya round Ponyville, if you do in fact live there... oh hey I could probably see you at that Luna-worshipper party going on in Berry's cellars tomorrow night at 10:00! yeah I should be outta here with the magic limiter off by tomorrow. cuz damn if Vinyl Scratch aint able to sweettalk her marefriend into letting her go to a party!!! but maybe the wubs would make the party worse...?

NAHHHHHH WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT THE WUBS WOULD MAKE THE PARTY WAYYYY COOLER

Ok Tavi's calling me to our double date with Lyra and Sweetie Drops. bye

OH SWEET CELESTIA QUICK PLEASE SEND TIPS ON LOVEMAKING ASAP IM WRITING THIS IN THE BATHROOM AS FAST AS I CAN OCTAVIA SET UP A ROMANTIC CANDLE-LIT SITUATION IN THE BEDROOM AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO IM NEW TO THIS I USUALLY JUST FOLLOW HER LEAD IN ROMANTIC SITUATIONS IVE NEVER DONE THIS WITH ANYPONY BEFORE IN MY LIFE IM SO NERVOUS ILL DISAPPOINT HER OK ITS TOO LATE SHES CALLING FOR ME HERE I GO TO MY DOOM

[herenortherenearnorfar]

For @thearrogantemu Formenos era light pastiche Scrooge Feanor with caroling. Let this be a warning to some of ye, give me a prompt or the house picks!

“Bah, humbug!” Feanor turned from the window as the sound of incoming wassailers grew louder.

“Quite right, father,” Maglor agreed, “They’re pitchy.”

Outside Formenos the snow swirled. Amid the blue-white haze came points of red light, lanterns held out ahead of small groups of singers. Bundled up against the cold, they travelled from household to household. Ostensibly, they were there to demand cakes and a drink of hot cider. In the process, they trod the paths and checked on every little cottage in the sparsely populated north. This far from the Valar, neighbors had to have each other’s backs.

It was the sort of tradition Feanor would normally approve of—fostering independence! mischief! But the Silvering put him in a miserable mood.

So he was installed upstairs, with Maglor and Caranthir for company, while downstairs Finwë and Maedhros ladelled beverages and greeted guests. A draft drifted up from the entryway. Though it wasn’t chill enough to make an elf shiver, he still complained.

“They’re just here because they think the Silmarilli will be on display. It’s a trick, a clever plot to get past our gates.”

Caranthir took a rare stance. “Grandfather would not countenance any threat to your good fortune.”

“And listen!” Maglor cried, “They are singing one of my songs.”

Up from the snow, carried by the wind, came the sound of clear voices.

The Holly has berries, as red as firey coals

The foresters and hunters, keep them from every foe

Nay, Ivy, nay

“See, father, they take your side in matters,” he said smugly. From this distance it was impossible to make out faces but he tried. It paid to know one’s fans.

“And after this I’m sure they’ll travel down south to wassail the Two Trees,” Feanor grumbled but his heart was no longer in it.

“It’s an awful long way to travel,” said Amrod from the stairs, “The Silvering will be over in a few short months and this is the only night of it worth singing for.”

Maglor waved exuberantly, though he refused to emerge from his nest of blankets. He’d never cared much for the cold, and liked an excuse to play to an audience. “Pityafinwë! What’s the news from the revelers?”

Amrod slunk over to curl up on the floor, resting his head on Fëanor’s knee. “They are happy with the hot wine and happier still to see Grandfather, though he has given them such stern looks for bowing to him! But they wish to see you, father.”

“To beg a glance at my works—“

“No! Because you are their crown prince and they are loyal to you above all others. They only wish a glimpse of Míriel Therindë’s son, on her favorite holiday.”

That cracked the ice. Muttering under his breath, Feanor stood. “I suppose I might as well put an appearance in.”

“Well, I shan’t move,” Maglor announced, only to earn a smack on the head from his departing brother.

“And no one asked you to! Come along, father, let’s go down to the hall.”

Formenos was properly decked out for Silvernight, the day when Telperion’s influence waxed most strongly. After all, it was Míriel the Broideress’s season, and this was her stronghold.

It was a well known fact that the trees shone more and less brightly depending on their season. Vala blessed or not, they were still trees—they flowered and fruited, shifted in the breeze. The small fluctuations in their influence meant little in moderate Tirion. A few more hours of blue light, a longer golden period, a tiny drop in temperature quickly absorbed by the warm sea. Further north, where tree light was already scarce, it changed weather patterns.

Beneath Telperion’s cooler light, Formenos grew biting. Flurries of snow built into drifts. Blizzards weren’t unheard of.

By all accounts, the Lady Míriel adored it. Tirion beneath the hot yellow glare of Laurelin wasn’t the place to wear three layers of needlepoint. In Tirion her tapestries were decoration, in Formenos they kept the freezing cold out. In Formenos when wassailers came they paid respects to her husband but their loyalties belonged to her. A needle worker was valued everywhere but when it froze she was invaluable.

The populace remembered. There was pinewood crackling in the hearth, letting out a bright green scent to remind everyone of lighter days. Holly hung from the rafters. Lightstones, Fëanor’s own work, a lesser predecessor to the Silmarils, were scattered everywhere, illuminating every corner. Every bench and chair was draped with furs, every wall bedecked with fabric. Celegorm had helpfully dragged in a stag from the forest and was dressing it on the high table; the smell of blood hung heavy on the air alongside the fragrance of cloves and wine.

“Fëanáro!” Finwë looked like he’d just seen the light of the trees for the first time. “Look at you, your cheeks are so red! Are you cold? Do you need something to eat?” Next to him stood Maedhros, holding a great bowl of spiced wine, and Curufin, holding his son (who he always liked an excuse to show off).

“Nelyafinwë, Curufinwë. I’m fine, Father. How are you? Don’t think you need to greet everyone, these people will suck you dry.”

“These people,” Finwë clucked, “They’re my people. And yours—look, another group is coming.”

From outside they could hear the singing, this group rowdier than the last:

Mistress, at your door, our wassail begins!

Kindly open the door, and let us come in!

Finwë’s eyes went soft. “Ah,” he said, speaking to the air, “they still sing to her.” This was as far as he got before the great doors to Formenos keep were thrown open, letting in the buffering wind. Along with it came Amras and the trio he was escorting.

“Papa!” he said sweetly, all decorum forgotten; this was his right as the youngest. He was then ousting by the choir, launching quickly into their wassail.

“Yes, yes, we all know what you’re here for,” Feanor seized the wine bowl from his eldest and brandished the ladle threateningly. “Come get something to drink. And something to eat. And sit by the fire for a while, you look half frozen—Tyelcormo, stop playing with that knife and get some meat cooking. We’re in for an evening of guests.”

An elderly elf, as elves went, wispy hair beginning to collect on her chin, eyes fathomlessly ancient, patted him on the hand. “I told you all he was Míriel’s boy, no matter what the stories said.”

Amras, fighting to rebar the doors, stopped and squinted. “I think I hear the bell at the gate again.”

Though embroiled in hospitality, Feanor still had the presence of mind to shout “Bring them straight through the courtyard! No detours and no deviations!”

He returned to hosting, directing his father to sit, sending Caranthir down to the larder for more apples to begin on the fire, marshalling forces to sally out and collect more firewood—apparently the hearth wasn’t blazing high enough for his tastes.

It was Maglor who stumbled downstairs, blankets abandoned. He hastened to his oldest brother (set on cookie duty) and tugged him down to whisper in his ear. Maedhros went pale as milk.

“Father—“

“Listen!” Finwë said from his exile (a luxurious bench to the side of the proceedings, with a wolf pelt draped over his lap), “We have more guests!”

Familiar voices could be heard faintly through the renewed storm outside.

Many white feathers hath the swan,

The more I drink, the less I can

Lay sticks on the fire, well may it burn

Give us wine to drink, ere away we turn!

This time Amras knocked, almost timid.

“Honestly, does he not know how to open a door?” Curufin griped, not noticing those of his relatives frozen in trepidation. He strode forward and shoved the entry open, revealing his brother and his cousins.

True to his name, Celegorm was the first to move. “Irissë!” he shouted in delight, vaulting over the blood slick table and bounding across the hall. Huan followed at his heels, barking joyously. “Aikanáro, Angaráto!”

Finwë was the next quickest on the uptake, joining the small grouping at the threshold. “My dears,” he said, wiping snow off their shoulders. “This is a surprise. You should have sent word ahead.”

“It was unexpected,” Aredhel admitted. “We were following a gorgeous elk and got further north than we anticipated. Didn’t realize until it started to snow and our horses couldn’t manage the drifts. We have a good camp in a cave a mile from here but when we saw the singers we thought—“

“Close the door,” Feanor ordered. “You’re letting the cold in.”

“Of course, Uncle.” Angrod said politely. Amras silently helped him, anything to not be in the eye of the storm.

Even with just a ladle in hand, Feanor looked frightening. The years had mostly erased the impact of the sword incident, a situation only a few of the collected grandchildren and none of Aredhel’s band had witnessed. “I hope you don’t expect food.”

“We did sing,” Aegnor pointed out.

Feanor ground his teeth. “You came! Under false pretenses! To infiltrate my house!”

“To see our relatives,” Angrod argued, “Our family, which we still love despite all misunderstandings.”

He turned his face away, “I see no family.”

“But I do,” Finwë said, soft but firm. “And it is my house too. I’ll vouch for them, Feanor, and I promise your treasures will go untouched, for your nephews have more interest in Oromë’s works than Aulë’s.”

At his father’s word, Feanor subsided. Perhaps it was the great love between them, or the lack of grudge he held for these of his brothers’ children (these three had never been much for politics). “They are your guests then.”

Finwë smiled, “Good. Now, let’s get you something hot to fill your bellies and something warm to take back with you to that cave, I shan’t have you freezing.”

“There’s venison if you’ll help me gut it,” Celegorm promised.

The tension in the air relaxed a little, the humming of songs started up again. A loving-cup was passed around and even Feanor grudgingly took a sip.

Maedhros found a quiet moment to lay a hand on Aredhel’s shoulder. “No one else came hunting with you?”

She shook her head. “We were alone.”

Regret passed over his face. “Ah. Well. I’ll find some fur coats for you.” The woven ones were tacitly off limits.

Once the venison was cooking and more wassailers had been sent on their ways, Maglor got it in his head to give a toast.

“To the season!” he declared, “Our silver tree’s gifts are more subtle than its twin but no less important. For in this time of cold we gain a greater appreciation of what really matters—family, togetherness, harmony both figurative and literal.”

“Wine!” Aredhel shouted.

“Yes, and wine.” Maglor conceded

They drank, some reluctantly. Finwë nudged his eldest son. “You should say a few words.”

Feanor stood. The floor in front of his seat was still blood soaked, thanks to Celegorm’s indoor butchering job, red soaking into the rushes. He stared at some parties, glared at others.

“To family,” he said, and turned away. Out the front door of the fortress he went, across the courtyard, past a second, interior gate, and then another. His sons who tried to follow him fell behind, and soon he was alone before the treasure house of Formenos, a sturdy little building meant to protect just three things.

He unlocked the door, went inside, and did not step out until the yellow light of Laurelin shone on the southern horizon.

To family. With those imposters present! Nonsense! Ridiculous! Humbug!

[endofbeginningarchive]

Is this dude abt to be saved from the parasite that explodes you fungus bc he drank a Exotic Berry flavored wine cooler

[thespruceeats39]

Preparing a picnic lunch

Preparing a picnic lunch for 20 people requires careful planning and consideration of various dietary preferences and restrictions. Here's a suggested menu that offers a variety of options to cater to different tastes:

 

Main Dishes:

Sandwich Platter: Prepare a variety of sandwiches with different fillings such as turkey, ham, roast beef, chicken, and vegetarian options like grilled vegetable or hummus. Cut them into halves or quarters for easy serving.

Quiche: Make a couple of quiches with different fillings like spinach and feta, bacon and cheddar, or mushroom and Swiss cheese. Cut them into slices before packing.

Grilled Chicken Skewers: Marinate chicken pieces in your choice of marinade (e.g., teriyaki, lemon herb, or barbecue) and grill them. Skewer them for easy consumption.

Salads and Sides:

Green Salad: Prepare a large bowl of mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, cucumber slices, and shredded carrots. Provide various dressings on the side for people to choose from.

Pasta Salad: Make a refreshing pasta salad with cooked pasta, cherry tomatoes, olives, bell peppers, feta cheese, and a tangy vinaigrette dressing.

Fruit Salad: Create a colorful fruit salad by combining seasonal fruits like watermelon, pineapple, berries, grapes, and melon.

Coleslaw: Prepare a creamy coleslaw with shredded cabbage, carrots, and a homemade dressing.

Chips and Dips: Provide a variety of chips and accompany them with guacamole, salsa, or other favorite dips.

Snacks and Finger Foods:

Cheese and Crackers: Arrange a platter with an assortment of cheeses, such as cheddar, Swiss, and pepper jack, along with an array of crackers.

Veggie Sticks and Dip: Slice cucumbers, carrots, bell peppers, and celery into sticks and serve them with a flavorful dip like ranch or hummus.

Mini Quiches: Prepare bite-sized quiches using a mini muffin tin with various fillings like bacon and cheese, spinach, or mushroom.

Beverages:

Water: Provide bottles or a water dispenser for guests to stay hydrated.

Iced Tea/Lemonade: Prepare a large pitcher of iced tea or lemonade, or both, to quench thirst on a warm day.

Assorted Soft Drinks: Offer a selection of canned or bottled soft drinks for those who prefer carbonated beverages.

Optional: If alcohol is allowed at your picnic location and appropriate for your guests, you can consider offering a couple of beer or wine options.

 

Desserts:

Cookies: Bake or buy a variety of cookies like chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, and sugar cookies.

Brownies: Make a batch of chocolate brownies and cut them into squares.

Fresh Fruit: Supplement the fruit salad with additional fruits like grapes, strawberries, or sliced melons.

Optional: If you'd like to go the extra mile, you can prepare a simple cake or cupcakes as well.

Remember to bring enough serving utensils, plates, napkins, cups, and blankets for seating. Pack everything in insulated coolers or containers to keep the food fresh and safe during transportation. Enjoy your picnic!

[nathanthebarbarian]

((Im living for acc runner lore, what are all of YOUR drink preferences?))

((straight tequila, straight whiskey, straight vodka, tequila sunrise, montenegro paloma, milk shakes made with cream whiskey, vodka lemonade, ranch rosé, watermelon tequila cocktails, strawberry wine coolers, berry wine coolers, a led zeppelin drink i got at a pre show party called a misty mountain hop that was pink whitney mixed with champagne and club soda, mimosas, i don’t do anything spiced because it makes me feel like my throat is closing up so fireball or anything similar is not a thing for me. i was also the bitch in high school who should have been found dead in a ditch clutching a bottle of uv blue with a bag of cheap cocaine in my pocket so i don’t give a fuck about the quality even though i prefer it when shit doesn’t taste like straight rubbing alcohol these days.))

[childhoodgrave]

🥤🍷🍄 for fritz

🥤 how does your OC feel about drama? do they start any themselves?

she loves drama AND she is pissy so she gets in fights with people very easily verbal or physical. however the whole time she’ll say things like omfg its NOT that serious what the fuck if ur problem -_- umm why arw you always starting shit with me grow upppp youre such a fucking loser seriously (was the one who started it)

🍷 where on the 'wine aunt scale' is your OC?

cousin who goes rooting around in the fridge for beer during family reunions bc they only put out cokes and ginger ale in the coolers

🍄 how likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find?

she never went outside the city when she was alive and is not adjusted whatsoever to nature or the forest so shes unlikely to even be in places where she cld find delicious berries and fungi BUT. but if she sees leftover or half eaten food in the trash or like a random bottle of something sitting out somewhere and she is hungry she will eat it no hesitation

[toasttowine]

How to Keep Cold Dishes Fresh This Thanksgiving: Top Tips You Need to Know! Discover how to keep cold dishes fresh this Thanksgiving with these top tips! Avoid food safety risks and serve perfectly chilled dishes your guests will love. #ThanksgivingTips #FoodSafetyHacks #HolidayCooking Hello, and welcome to Toast to Wine! Preparing the perfect Thanksgiving meal means more than just cooking—it’s about keeping your dishes at their best. In this video, we’ll share the top tips you need to know for keeping cold dishes fresh this Thanksgiving. Learn how to chill dishes thoroughly, choose the best airtight containers, and even use coolers for safe food storage. Whether you’re serving cranberry relish, a fruit platter, or a layered salad, these tips will help you keep everything fresh, delicious, and safe to eat. Plus, stay tuned until the end for a bonus recipe: a frozen berry parfait that’s quick, tasty, and sure to delight your guests. Make this Thanksgiving a meal to remember with our easy-to-follow advice! 🔔𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬. https://www.youtube.com/@ToastToWine/?sub_confirmation=1 🔗 Stay Connected With Me Facebook: https://ift.tt/pvkmB3A Instagram: https://ift.tt/CrPZesR 📩 For inquiries: atoasttowine@gmail.com Chapters 00:00:00 Introduction 00:00:56 Common Challenges 00:01:50 Chill Thoroughly Before Serving 00:02:23 Choose the Right Containers 00:02:48 Use a Cooler, Even Indoors! 00:03:15 Transporting Cold Dishes Safely 00:03:41 Recap & Delivering the Bonus ============================= 🎬Suggested videos for you: ▶️ https://youtu.be/9-lF-yY3_OI?si=xzy7CDwbvKn9E07g ▶️ https://youtu.be/sSAZZklFU0I?si=xm4-z1gAd70jYx1w ▶️ https://youtu.be/xathQX_XQ38?si=KzhVFACEO4pgdnDZ ▶️ https://youtu.be/U4wTDfYc89o?si=TXH4-dVguK-ulP3e ▶️ https://youtu.be/5eOiFxKBvKY?si=6YPn3_g3iu4dP2xT ▶️ https://youtu.be/DDPg_oAzNIU?si=414l6bDc7IWfyV7x ▶️ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNO2dOepHZs ================================= �� About Toast to Wine Welcome to Toast to Wine! Your ultimate guide to wine education and appreciation for those new to the world of wine. I believe wine should be enjoyable and approachable for everyone—no sommelier certification is needed! Join me as I explore the fascinating world of wine. Here, I’ll explore the unique flavors and stories behind every wine bottle. Together, we’ll make wine tasting simple, fun, and unintimidating. Whether you’re curious about different wine regions, eager to learn the basics of tasting, looking for creative wine gift ideas, or just looking to sip along, this channel is your starting point for an exciting wine journey. Cheers to learning, exploring, & enjoying wine together! ================================= 🔎 Related Phrases: how to keep cold dishes fresh, Thanksgiving cold dish tips, keeping food fresh for Thanksgiving, holiday food safety tips, Thanksgiving food hacks, how to store cold dishes, best containers for cold dishes, Thanksgiving meal prep ideas, cold dish hacks, tips for transporting Thanksgiving dishes, food storage for holidays, chilled Thanksgiving recipes, keeping salads fresh for Thanksgiving, how to keep dips cold, food safety for Thanksgiving dishes, cold dish ideas for Thanksgiving, holiday meal safety tips, storing food for Thanksgiving dinner, Thanksgiving meal prep hacks, keeping cold dishes safe to eat #ThanksgivingTips #HolidayCooking #FoodSafety #MealPrepIdeas #ThanksgivingRecipes #ColdDishHacks #HolidayHacks #FoodStorage #KitchenTips #FreshAndFlavorful via Toast to Wine https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3HYRjIQGV4sQ59IJVd9o3Q November 23, 2024 at 02:00AM