#Canadian Smash

[askwhatsforlunch]

Canadian Smash

It is Summer still, and it seems hardly fair to be back to work, and miss most of the day's sunshine! But the evenings are long still for a little while, thus one can enjoy a sip of a refreshing cocktail, like this gorgeous Canadian Smash (a very Ontarian variation on the classic Whisky Smash, and I might prefer this one!) before the sun goes down! Happy Tuesday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

3 wedges of a juicy lemon

4 large leaves fresh mint

6 ice cubes

 60 millilitres/2 fluid ounces (4 tablespoons) Canadian Rye Whisky (like Ontario's Lot 40)

22.5 millilitres/¾ fluid ounce (1 ½ tablespoon) Canadian Maple Syrup (like Ontario's Pefferlaw Creek Farms' Maple Syrup)

4 ice cubes

the tip of a mint sprig

Place lemon wedges in a shaker and muddle them thoroughly with a muddler to extract their juice. Tear in mint leaves and muddle thoroughly once more. Add ice cubes, and top with Rye Whisky and Maple Syrup. Close shaker tightly and shake energetically until well-chilled.

Spoon ice cubes in a rocks glass, and double strain cocktail over the ice. Garnish with mint sprig.

Enjoy Canadian Smash immediately.

[f1-birb]

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[workingforitallthetime]

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[theadamantium]

Guitarist, Benjamin Jennebo, of Swedish hard rock band, Smash Into Pieces, joins us on this episode of The Adamantium Podcast. We discuss their latest album, Ghost Code, it’s continued storyline, and singles “Trigger” and “Venom.” We also talk about the creation and importance of the APOC character to the band and their stories, their participation in the Melodifestivalen competition in their home country of Sweden, his love of ABBA and Rammstein, comic books, and more! 

[bbqringolos]

I rarely make posts on here anymore which means I also almost never promo my music but if you’re into grungey 90s-inspired pop rock I’d love you to check out my stuff :~)

For fans of: Garbage, Hole, Smashing Pumpkins, Veruca Salt, Sky Ferreira, Oasis

And similar artists!

[creepi-beesti]

Ok so it’s been a hot minute since I posted and I want to put some of my new pics out there but I have too many so here’s some pics of like animals and bones and bugs and I’ll make more later of the two other categories: plants and fungi, and odd human stuff, so enjoy this for now!!

[euelios]

having one of those days where i really remember that neurodivergence is inherited

[jaerie]

Visiting some old friends

[squirrelsinthebelfry]

Bobbin and Squirrel - Making our life fit us by rejecting the dominant culture rather than continuing the fruitless attempt to make ourselves fit into a box that was never meant for us.

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So, I've always been a pathological rule follower. I never put a lot of thought into it, to be honest. It never had much to do with wanting to be a moral or just person, but rather it just helped me take some of the guesswork out of figuring out how to fit in amongst the humans. I had a strong belief in "The System", and thought that my seeming inability to really find my feet as a grown-up was a serious character flaw on my part. I've tried so hard to be a good and conscientious worker and citizen, and always did very well at work because of my strict adherence to rules and processes. My companies always quickly decided, incorrectly, that my positive qualities would make me a good manager, and that's where everything always goes tits-up. I am good at working, but I'm not a leader. I know this, but because I was always so keen on being an adult "correctly", I believed that it was incorrect to ever turn down an opportunity... Then I burn-out from the stress and end up burning my life down in the process.

The last time I burned my life down, it was epic. It started in early 2014 - I was a department manager in a large warehouse for a major multinational telecom company, and not only being eaten alive by the stress of that job, but also simultaneously going through something else traumatic that I'll probably talk about later - and by mid-2015 I was fresh off a suicide attempt and yet another majorly traumatic event, homeless, and sleeping on my sister's couch.

Canada's "Social Safety Net" that I had previously had so much faith in, simply told me to go fuck myself and kicked me into the gutter. Apparently it's more cost effective to let me fall homeless without any resources for dealing with my trauma and burn-out, than to help me recover and get me back into the workforce? Not very smart, Canada. My fear of becoming homeless kept me slaving away as a Conscientious Employee, pouring profits into the hands of lazy, useless overlords who don't actually do anything other than own capital, in exchange for a tiny pittance that was just enough to afford to be able to keep working and nothing else. Now, I've been without full-time employment or housing for so long, and spent the last two-plus years living in my car with my mister, that I've learned not only to no longer be afraid of homelessness, but that homelessness is closer to freedom than being tied to rent or mortgage payments ever could be. I have learned to despise government, and that grassroots organization is going to be key in overthrowing the dominant culture of this shit-eating rock.

I hope I live long enough to see that, but in the meantime we're focusing on getting the clunky old car ready to sell and looking at listings for vans in our low price range.

We're currently staying at my sister's house which I call either The Manor or Demon Manor. This is a temporary stopover that we are now having some difficulty leaping from because my elderly parents are living here, too, and they keep trying to convince me not to go back to living in the car. I hate it here, though. My sister used to be such a reasonable person, but she's gotten mean and weirdly conservative in the last few years, and coupled with the passive aggressive way she communicates her displeasure about whatever she's displeased about, her home has become an unbearably toxic environment. Even my poor old parents feel like they've been bullied into a corner and just spend their time hiding their heads.

Anyway. Wish us luck!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“International Case Up in Police Court,” Kingston Whig-Standard. January 11, 1933. Page 3. ---- Evidence Given in English, Russian and Polish — Case Dismissed ---- Today session of the City Police Court was featured by evidence given In the English, Polish, and Russian languages, Magistrate J. M. Farrell succeeded In coming to a decision in the case through the assistance of an interpreter. 

Sunday night about 10 minutes to 10 o'clock, a window was broken in the borne of Nick Lubjck, at 354 Rideau Street. It was alleged that Nick Zelinsky, living at 598 Montreal Street, smashed the window with a club. The accused denied the charge and as there was no evidence to substantiate the charge it was dismissed by the magistrate with costs. 

Lubjck told the magistrate about the window bring broken but he had no evidence to offer as to the party or parties who smashed the window. 

“I was in a room upstairs and heard the crashing of glass in the window,” said a witness called for the prosecution. "I ran to the window in my room and looked out and I saw a man running away. He was about one hundred feet away at that time I do not know who he was." 

Another witness called for the prosecution stated that he heard the window crash but he could not identify the party who was responsible. 

The accused was called to the witness stand. 

"Who broke the window?” the magistrate asked. 

"I do not know," was the reply. 

"Were, you near this house between 9 and 10 o'clock on Sunday night?” 

“No I was not there. I was at a party." 

The plaintiff then asked the accused if he had broken the window and again the accused denied the charge. 

"I will dismiss the case with costs,” said the magistrate.

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[hearty-an0n]

enthralled already

hello person who is in the pens lb reblogging all the posts and tagging them aftg. what is that. who is kevin.

[kamotecue]

first encounter ∞ j. fleming

summary: it was the first time you've encountered the freckled midfielder.

the first time you had met the shy midfielder was somewhere in the middle of 2015, just after the world cup. it was a friendly between the two national teams, canada vs united states - a match that was always worth watching due to its renowned rivalry.

you were sitting at the player’s bench, an older player’s padded jacket covering you as you currently wore yours, claiming that you had to be warm - considering the night weather. despite being part of this friendly line-up, jill, the team’s head coach decided to put you on the bench due to your hamstring injury that you’d gotten during the final.

“you look a bit comfortable there, peanut.” christen had commented, as she gave you a small wink at the nickname the team had given you. being the youngest player, meant you weren’t allowed to be by yourself, there always had to be an older player with you.

“if it wasn’t for this extra padded jacket, i wouldn’t be.” a soft chuckle escaped press’s lips, as she ruffled your hair before joining the others.

simply preoccupied playing super smash bros with a nintendo 3ds, you failed to notice the rolling ball. when the ball had accidentally nudged your feet, your eyes broke away from the game to see a freckled girl, clad in a canadian jersey.

“sorry about that.” was literally the first words she said, as you gave her a soft nod. you placed the game beside you, as she mumbled over her words - making you chuckle, bringing her words to a pause.

“take a deep breath, fleming.” you said, in an instant her cheeks were rosy and everyone could see her feelings as if she wrote them in little notes and handed them out. a knowing look came from the team, as you hummed ignoring their teasing.

“have you committed to a university yet?” her random question caught your attention, as you nodded.

“yeah, it’s–” you didn’t get to finish your sentence, as her team’s captain sinclair had called her, bringing your attention to the canadian side, as they were busy warming up for the game, it seemed this conversation had gotten the attention of both side, some were minding their own business, while some were intrigued.

“i’m afraid i have to go.” the canadian said, as you nodded. she bid a soft goodbye, before joining the rest of her team. throughout the match, your eyes followed along - analyzing both teams, however you weren’t able to stay long.

jill had assigned one of the staff members to bring you back to the hotel, as you disappeared into the tunnel - you failed to notice the gaze of a certain canadian.

a/n: so, this post may be short, but it is the brief interaction between the two youngsters of their respective teams. this is a new series i've been working on.

[skipper1331]

Jealous Jessie // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request. Hope you like it.

"Ella!" you shouted as you started running towards the Manchester United player. As you jumped on her out of joy, she caught you. In a matter of fact her hands ended up at your bum to hold you up. Jessie not liking the view in front of her - that some girl had her hands on her girlfriends bum. Glaring at Ella and you, thankfully you were back on the ground, she marched over, her arm snuggling around your waist - a silent statement.

When Ella smiled and greeted the brunette sweetly, the green-eyed monster disappeared as fast as it had appreared. "Hi" she mumbled, cheeks red as her shy persona was back. You looked at your girlfriend, not understanding what or if something was wrong. Something felt off.

The three of you talked for a little bit until the first fans were allowed to enter the stadium. "I‘ll see you later?" you asked the young lioness. In respond, she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek as she hugged you in the Ella-Toone-Style, "sure sure but don‘t cry when we smash you" she laughed loudly before walking back to her own team.

Jessie‘s chest grew tight, seeing the united player kiss your cheek, the green-eyed monster back.

"Is everything alright?" you asked as the two of you walked back in the tunnel. Looking around, the midfielder grabbed your waist, pushing you to the nearest wall. "Wow-"

"You‘re mine" her lips smashed against your own before she shoved her tongue down your throat. Her hands roaming over every inch of your body, finding a rest on your bum, her property - not Ellas.

Your whole mind was spinning, what had gotten into her? this dominant side was new.

Jess was shy, quiet and reserved in everyone's eyes but not with you. It's like her persona took a turn, she talked a lot more, grinned more and even though she was an athlete, she was a lot more active (in more than one way). Her personality became more extroverted. She could be her true self with you.

When she pulled away, both of you were out of breath, "mine" not giving you the chance to react, she took your hand, guiding you to the changing rooms. Her jaw was clenched, orbs seemed dark - lust sparkling through her body.

In the locker, the canadian acted like she normally would. She smiled sweetly at everyone who looked at her, minding her own business as she changed in to her gear. Meanwhile you were a stumbling mess, tripping over your own feet as you tried to compose yourself.

"Ouch! What was that for?" you hissed at Millie as she gave the back of your head a smack, "don‘t be all lovey-dovey with Ella and then end up like this" she gestured to your body, refering to the blush that covered your cheeks and your mind which was spinning. "Be serious!"

"Yes ma‘am, sorry ma‘am" you joked with a serious look on your face while you saluted. Unknown to you, the small canadian heard your conversation. The word lovey-dovey stuck in her head.

By the love of god, Millie didn‘t mean any by it, she knew the lioness and you were close friends and due to not being able to see each other every day, the day you played against one another was shared with your goofiness. Though with Jessie as your girlfriend (unknown to everyone) the word lovey-dovey made her mind spin, jealousy worse. Jess wasn‘t per se a jealous person yet the touchiness with the Mancunian didn‘t feel right. Not at all.

A growl was written over the sweet girls face as she stared at the floor, blankly.

The whole warm up, she didn‘t talk to you nor looked in your direction. Every now and then, she glared at her opponent, the reason she felt weird and possessive.

Jess was in the starting line up, the same as you and the midfielder of United. The brunette was standing in front of you while your eyes burnt holes in the back of her head, why didn‘t she talk to you? It was like Jessie was a changed woman, the sweet girl turned into a stone cold hearted one. She looked majestic in a dominant way, glowing like a desired woman.

To be honest, If the two of you were at home, her clothes would‘ve been gone by now and your own? she would‘ve ripped them off the second Tooney had touched you.

As the kick off whistle blows, Chelsea was pressing high yet playing a safe game. Jess was playing the match of her life, her foot connecting perfectly with the ball - her passes on point as she got assist after assist. Yet she hadn‘t had enough, the smile Ella would send you or the small talk she would have with you at injury breaks annoyed the canadian. The last straw broke when Ella pressed her body against yours from behind as United had a corner. Wrong move.

At half time the score line was 3-0 for Chelsea. 3-Jessie-Assists.

United got desperate. In their attempts to try something new or score, they lost the ball. Ella always losing the ball against Jess in a 1v1. Ever so often, Jessie would challenge Ella with a tackle - not hurting her in any kind of way and most of the time getting away with it - never a card. Each time, the young lioness would argue with the referee after again landing on the grass.

It wasn‘t until the 80th minute that she got a yellow card. The United player running towards her as the canadian snapped in a manner of the match. She couldn‘t explain how or why but as she saw the Mancunian sprinting towards her, her mind threw her back to the situation earlier and then to another scenario, the two of you walking down the streets of Manchester holding hands as you secretly kissed in some random alley. Her imagination had run wild.

Long story short, the brunette sticked out her feet for Ella to stumble over it.

"What the fuck is wrong with ya, mate?" she yelled, already up again as she shoved Jess. The Blue back in her shy and small persona as she apologized several times, "i‘m sorry, i‘m sorry! I- I didn‘t mean to" she mumbled.

As you walked up to the red devil and your favorite blue, they were already back at acting friendly, "nah we good" Ella smiled, going back to her position. But still, Jess got her yellow card. Your eyes questioned the behaviour of her as she finally looked at you - not answering your silent asked question.

Fuck, Jessie looked hot with that new look.

Your body was on fire, just looking at Jess in action made your knees weak, heart swoon and mind hungry as you couldn‘t think about anything else but Jessie laying naked in your bed.

The game ended in 4-0 win, the icing on the cake with Jess scoring as her hard work paid off. The girls cheered for the canadian, celebrating the game of her life.

You were more than proud.

All the attention on her was something the girl didn‘t like though, quickly changing the topic as she walked to the fans, other girls swarming out as well. You watched Jessie with hungry eyes, "come with me" you said to her as she stood by herself as she already took a lot of pictures and signed many shirts.

Back in the tunnel, you searched for a quiet place, finding one in the storage room. "You oka-" she couldn‘t even finish her sentence because your lips were already on her own. Your hands tangled in her hair, slightly tugging on it, hips grinding against each other in need.

"You‘re so hot" you mumbled against her lips, the brunette smirking at your bothered state.

A whine escaped your lips when Jess pulled away, her hands gripping your waist as she turned your position - yourself against the wall.

"Don‘t you dare to go near Ella again"

It wasn‘t a real threat, no inch of her body toxic in any way, but for now and the rest of the day, she had to have you for herself and her pleasure.

"Fuck yeah" was your only reply as she was back kissing you, gentle moans leaving your mouth. Pulling away, she purred in your ear "keep that for tonight" just as it was about to get more than just heated.

The good thing was that the two of you didn‘t need to leave the house tomorrow and there was no way in hell you would.

Jealous Jessie was something you didn‘t know you would ever experience but wow, maybe you should make her jealous more often.

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[d-adpool]

please tell me that’s not autocorrect and you actually call your girlfriend yukon

joots

negasonic is like 2 psychotic breaks away from a joutfit phase so im gonna just hold onto these until she shows up to one of our sunday brunches in a full canadian tuxedo