#Nowell Fine

[robynsassenmyview]

Wrinkles, come with mirth!

"Wrinkles, come with mirth!", a review of 'Sell by Date', performed by Pieter-Dirk Uys at Montecasino until 10 September.

AT 77, Pieter-Dirk Uys is considering his own sell-by date, with a box full of costumes and knees in need of TLC. Photograph by Bridget van Oerle, The Buz Factor. HOW DO YOU look back on close to six decades of incredulity at the caveats and bouquets of humour so off the wall that only politicians could have written them? Pieter-Dirk Uys’s latest theatre production, Sell-By Date, which performs…

[starcrossedmoonlet]

Hello and welcome to this blog!

My name is Comet Yuusonya, and I'm the host here! Feel free to call me just about anything--Comet, Yuu, Prefect, Grim's Mother, whatever works. My friends and I are all here to answer questions, rp, chat, whatever else! A list of everyone included here will be at the bottom of the post.

Come get to know us--ask whatever questions you'd like! Let me set some ground rules really quick.

1. NO NSFW -- Flirting is fine, but no NSFW. A lot of us are minors or freshly 18, and A LOT of us are asexual.

2. Please be kind! I am just a girl, a child, even. Please treat me as you would another human being. I have boundaries and I want them respected. This extends to all my friends.

3. Please be patient! Life's kinda busy, things happen. If we don't respond immediately, we'll get back within a day or two. Please don't bug us about responding to your asks, I promise we see them.

4. We curse here! This means you can to, but if you don't want anything to do with that, probably best to steer clear. I never use curse words to insult another, and neither should you. No slurs either please. Those are my only rules on cursing here. Otherwise be free to say fuck lmao

5. Fellow OCs are welcomed here and encouraged to interact!!! Tell me everything about your OCs I love them all!!!!

6. This is a safe place! No judging others' identities, OCs, requests, etc--including mine.

Here's a masterlist of everyone here, including their main tags!

Comet Yuusonya

Hi! I'm Comet, Yuu works too--I'm the Ramshackle Prefect. I was magicless when I got here, but... now I'm not! Local therapist, Grim's mother, and widely feared for my ability to psychoanalyze people. She/her pronouns, asexual, polyamorous Twisted from Rapunzel and Princess Anna

#comet yuu answers things : questions I answer, pretty self explanitory #comet yuu rambles : if I get kind of ramble-y, I'll add this tag. #comet yuu daily lyrics : for lyrics from songs I either relate to or just like !

Heaven

Greetings, you may call me Heaven. I reside within the halls of Ramshackle, though I come from a realm beyond this one. So long as you do not bring harm to our prefect, you shall be spared. She/her pronouns, polyamorous, has never commented on her sexuality. Twisted from the bride from the Haunted Mansion. #Heaven replies : For when you speak to me.

James Steelclaw From Savanaclaw

'sup, name's james. local jaguar beastman in spelldrive. teachers hate me, learn my secret today! /j He/him pronouns, bisexual, polyamorous. Twisted from the jaguars in Emperor's new Groove. #james speaks : general tag for me. idc if its questions or just me talkin outta my ass.

Lance Everett

Hi, I'm Lance, it's so exciting to meet you! I'm a Savanaclaw student, though I wish I were in Pomefiore with my buddy Emilio... that's okay, though, I enjoy the temperature here. I love animals and communicating with them. Maybe we can be friends? He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality but clearly likes men. Twisted from Kronk. #Hello from Lance! : Any of my posts!

Buggie Orville

heeeyyyy whazzup name'z buggie, azul AND jamil'z #1 nuisance !!!!!! find me behind Mostro Lounge in my DEFINITELY LEGAL gambling ring and speakeasy ;) don't mind the bugz, they're my budz! they don't bite unlezz i don't like you! :D They/it/he, bug/bugself pronouns, asexual, demi and panromantic, polyamorous. Twisted from Oogie Boogie. #rollin the dice : anything from me <3

Emilio Nowell

Greetings all. Emilio Nowell here, a proud Pomefiore student and pro at chemistry. Should you wish to speak with me, I suppose I shall grant you some of my time. Though, I'd imagine Lance is more fun to speak to... have you tried his spinach puffs? They're simply to die for. He/him pronouns, gay. Twisted from Yzma. #From Emilio : When I am speaking, I will add this tag.

Igni Hayes

uhhh hi whats up, my name's ignacio but igni is fine! um i'm from ignihyde, im the resident goth, cant shut up about flowers, and drama king to the max haha. h. hope we can be friend sorry if i'm awkward it's the social anxiety He/him pronouns, pansexual, polyamorous. Twisted from Pain and Panic. #Ignis replies : for asks #gothichanahaki : my general tag

Jun'ichi Sasaki

Come learn about me yourself. He/him, unspecified sexuality. Twisted from Robert Callaghan / Yokai from Big Hero Six. #Sasaki Junichi : General.

Everest Grove

Hello! Call me Everest. I'm a mushroom fae from Briar Valley, new to Diasomnia and the Mountain Lovers Club. I enjoy sketching and hikes, perhaps you'd like to join me? I'm a little quiet, but I promise I mean no harm. They/them pronouns, asexual, panromantic polyamorous. Twisted from background fairies in the live action Maleficent. #Everests Grove : Anything I post!

Wade Krillis

Yo what's up everyone, name's Wade. I just transfered to NRC not too long ago... I'm in Diasomnia. I'm in spelldrive, but I think I like the arts on land, I'd like to get into that. Please don't be too put off by my style, promise I'm not dangerous! I just like being punk. :) He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality. Not twisted from any Disney character, but heavily correlated with Octavinelle. #Thoughts from Wade : My posts, whether asks or not!

Comet again! I'll add character info sheets in case you want pictures and more information soon! Until then, thanks for stopping by! Hope we can be friends! Don't forget to drink water! Until next time! Find my main at @elysia-nsimp

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The Earth Station One Podcast - Silver Streak Classic Movie Review

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The Earth Station One Podcast - Silver Streak Classic Movie Review

This 1976 classic comedy has something for everyone – romance, bromance, gardening tips, cow milking, intrigue, and a tad bit of murder. Mike, Mike, and Ashley get some jive going on the runaway train known as Silver Streak. Plus Michelle’s Iconic Rock Moment and Shout Outs!

This episode is dedicated to the memory of our dear friend of the station, Darren Nowell.

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[the-rxven-king]

Still thinking about Amadeus all these years later 💕

Got any OCs you're currently obsessed with atm? The council of I Heart Amadeus would like to know, oh great one of many fabulous OCs~

THE WAY YOURE STILL HERE AND THINKING ABOUT HIM ALMOST MADE ME C RY LIKE

idk who you are and idk if i ever will but know that i think about you sometimes cause it makes my heart so happy that someone loves one of my characters so much even tho i get scared to talk about them more often cause i dont wanna be obnoxious, you are always amadeus anon in my heart and i love you pls come into my inbox whenever you want to ask about whatever i will try to answer quickly sometimes it just takes a while for my brain to feel ready but i will Always try to answer questions about my ocs

i will ramble about some of my characters under a cut i dont wanna flood anyones dash with my bullshit if they dont want it!!! anyone playing in a campaign with me..... proceed with caution if you read!!! even tho i am coming back to this after deciding i needed to be done and. i didnt say too much spoilery shit. i didnt even talk backstory much. its fine.

as for ocs im obsessed with i am Entirely Not Normal about my character nowell, i wasnt fully normal about him when i first made him, but at the time i was only really talking to my ex and all the parts of nowell that really made him Nowell to me were things he didnt want to discuss so i didnt get to explore him to his full capacity. i dont blame him since nowell is one of the darkest characters??? ive ever made???? in terms of the things hes gone through? i affectionately call him a walking trigger warning. but it still made me sad sometimes

now tho? when i was able to put him into a modern horror dnd campaign and i played him a bit before our current hiatus? where ive gotten to fully explore him and every single facet of him, good and bad? it really unleashed him fully in my brain and it kinda makes me really emotional. i fully developed his backstory out more than i felt i could before (because what did it matter before if i could never utilize it? had to dull him down to be easier to deal with and honestly i think thats had an effect on his character now too) and ive learned more about him, hes grown into himself and he truly is out here changing my brain chemistry. i love him so, so, so much and i have drawn him more than any other oc i have im pretty sure. hes my most drawn son and i really wish i was braver about posting oc art on my blog now a days like i used to be in the past because i love my art of him. im pretty proud of it and the way hes made me want to create again. i just wish i could do him more justice yknow??? g uh hes everything to me im holding him so so gently in my arms

and also my boy veth???? g o d i love him sm especially since i!!! recently got to confirm/drop a big lore reveal about him in my campaign thats been going for like 2 years at this point!!! my party finally knows hes the only survivor of the royal family of kuzania and thus the rightful heir to the throne and not the BBEG whose currently ruling! i feel So Free now that i can mention his princely-ness truly i do. hes just. so sweet and so lovely and hes everything i love in a character cause truly i just accidentally made My Type in a man and now its just veth. the only way he could be even more my type is if he was a tiefling instead of an elf but he makes up for that by being like. 1/4 platinum shadow dragon. and one day thats gonna pop out with him i know it to be so. i want him to be able to have a bit of a draconic-ish form because of how STRONG that 1/4 dragon blood is. im gonna work on it eventually, but im v happy with him hes so pretty and i adore him

he also recently canonically got with a PC in the campaign (hes a main story npc!!!) and im So Not Normal About Them theyre driving me up a wall and i literally cried over them earlier this week because my friend came at me with a fuckin baseball bat of an answer to a vague scenario/question i told them about cause im batshit and think about character scenarios every day of my life.

im also leaving my setting for that campaign open for friends who arent playing in it to make characters and throw em in and one of my friends made an au of a character she already had that im Deeply And Completely Obsessed With named creed to put him into this world specifically to date veth cause theyre obsessed with veth like i am their chara and we had joked like "aha what if we just picked them up like barbies and made them kiss just to see if it worked out" and now they are literally The Couple Ever. like there have never been 2 men who were more perfect for each other in this entire world and the way they have a fuckin grip on me. i have also cried over them several times. veth is a poly king and by GOD is he winning rn. we have made this au version of creed canon in stadalon so veth is gonna have TWO boyfriends!!!! perhaps 2 husbands! perhaps 3!!!! cause another friend has an oc to kiss him with!!! we shall see!!!!

guuuuh and also my vampire spawn shadow genasi/tiefling requiem??? recently hes been So Loud in my head. i specifically made him to romance a character my friend made (same one who made creed) named harbinger cause i saw him and immediately fell head over heels and begged her to let me kiss him and other friends in the call at the time he was shown immediately jumped on the bandwagon wanting to make characters in relation to him (2 of them made siblings for him, theyre triplets! and the other just decided to make the most normal man ever (a fuckin lie. theyre Not Fucking Normal) because of the triplets happening and me being like imma out-goth this goth tiefling and out came requiem) and the last friend in call decided hell why not make a whole campaign out of these losers just for this One Blue Tiefling Our Friend Made That We All Love.

in campaign shit is Constantly Happening but me and them were talking and she told me that harbinger is finally starting to get to a point hes falling for him and requiems already been there cause hes disney prince ass level falls hard and fast. im cheering and screaming and kicking and crying i love them so much we keep talking future scenarios for them and im so deeply in love with how soft and gentle and adoring theyre going to be with one another one day and i would die for them both.

plus i just. Love requiem sm hes such a big soft sad bastard and the fact that he loves and cares so fuckin deeply and hes so kind? so open? so genuine? was not in the plans when i first sat down to play him he was supposed to be more moody and a bit more intense than he is now. he held my face before i even opened my mouth to play him and said no. i am kind. i am patient and understanding and i was born to love and to take care of people. i have also cried over him. i love him so so much and im just guuuUUUH yknow what i mean.

anyway. ill leave it at those 3!!! or i will never shut up!!! i have more ive been thinking about a lot recently but i will leave it at my 3 most precious blorbos if you made it this far i adore you pls take all my love

[loveonthegolfcourse]

COTCC/BB/OB Era (2019/2023)

White Hot Forever! (2022)

Sunshine*

Bittersweet Anthem

Loved You Then and Now*

All About Ethel*

Blink*

Fine China (Rick Nowels Version)

Zodiac

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: November 4, 1996

Lyrics:

The sky isn't always blue

The sun doesn't always shine

It's alright to fall apart sometimes

I am not always you

And you are not always mine

It's alright to fall apart sometimes

After all is said and done

One and one still is one

When we cry, when we laugh

I am half, you are half

The heart isn't always true

And I am not always fine

We all have an angry heart sometimes

After all is said and done

One and one still is one

When we cry, when we laugh

I am half, you are half

Look how far we have come

One and one still is

One moon (one moon)

One star (one star)

I love the one we are

One thread (one thread)

One line (one line)

Let's stand still in time

One moon (one moon)

One star (one star)

I love the one we are

One thread (one thread)

One line (one line)

That runs through our lives

Songwriter:

After all is said and done

One and one still is one

When we cry, when we laugh

I am half, you are half

Look how far we have come

One and one still is one

Rick Nowels / Marie Claire D'ubaldo / William Steinberg

SongFacts:

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[insteading]

On through the village they sang: “Nowell” for the rector; “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen” for jolly Mr Hutton, the enormous businessman in the new mock-Tudor house at the end of the village, who always looked as though he were resting very merry indeed; “Once in Royal David's City” for Mrs Pettigrew, the widowed postmistress, who dyed her hair with tea-leaves and kept a small limp dog which looked like a skein of grey wool. They sang “Adeste Fideles” in Latin and “Les Anges dans nos Campagnes” in French for tiny Miss Bell, the retired village schoolmistress, who had taught every one of them how to read and write, add and subtract, talk and think, before they went on to other schools elsewhere. And little Miss Bell said huskily, “Beautiful, beautiful,” put some coins that they knew she could not afford into the collecting box, gave each of them a hug, and—“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!”—they were off to the next house on the list.

from Chapter 5: "Christmas Eve"

I love the Christmas Eve sequence in TDIR, maybe better than anything else in the novel. Partly because when weather and voice and public health permits, I'm fond of caroling. I appreciate the kids tailoring their set to each household they visit. I appreciate, as someone who grew up trying to match my mom's intonation and timbre as much as possible, how Will blending his voice to James' initially covers up the fact that Will and James are no longer in the same time. And I appreciate Merriman coming in clutch when Will realizes that he himself cannot sing both parts:

just as he began to wonder, through the strange sweet accompanying music that seemed to come out of the air, quite how the next verse could be done, unless a boy soprano were expected to sound like good King Wenceslas as well as his page, a great beautiful deep voice rolled out through the room with the familiar words, a great deep voice that Will had never heard employed in song before and yet at once recognized.

"Mark my footsteps, good my page; Tread thou in them boldly Thou shalt find the winter's rage Freeze thy blood less coldly."

It's a fine duet for a cold night when there's existentially frightening work to do, and you need a little company.

[quoteoftheweekblog]

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26/6/23 - LANA DEL REY AND RICK NOWLES (AND ‘HEARTBURN’)

‘But sometimes, girls just want to have fun* The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun’ (Grant and Nowles, 2023).

* Cyndi Lauper in Hazard.

REFERENCES

Grant, E. (AKA Lana Del Rey), and Nowels, R. (2023 [2019]) in AZLyrics 'Bartender’. Available at: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/lanadelrey/bartender.html (Accessed 25 June 2023).

Hazard, R. (2023 [1983]) in AZLyrics ‘Girls just want to have fun’. Available at: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cyndilauper/girlsjustwanttohavefun.html (Accessed 25 June 2023).

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GLASTO

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SEE ALSO

‘Baby, remember, I’m not drinking wine But that Cherry Coke you serve is fine’ (Grant and Nowles, 2023).

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‘BARTENDER’ IS FROM THE WONDERFULLY TITLED ALBUM ‘NORMAN FUCKING ROCKWELL!’

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‘THE BAREFOOT BOY’ 1931

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NORMAN ROCKWELL AND COCA COLA

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ONE DAY AT A TIME 2

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CONGRATULATIONS 2023

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY - ‘HEARTBURN’ - NORA EPHRON - 1983

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CONGRATULATIONS

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QUOTE OF THE WEEK 2011 - 2023

11 EPIC YEARS

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FROM THE ARCHIVE

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5/8/13

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[mxndanemagic]

Slasher

"So it's fine if I stay at your place this weekend right?"

"Not necessarily my place. I can't have my actual address spilled to the public. That's how those cowardly would be murderers get their chances."

Ella winces at the others words. She knew the idol had a point - forgetting that staying alert was a must for them. It was the reason she even suggested having a weekend together. Safer in numbers right? Not that it mattered.

"They always want to get you alone." Helena had pointed out. Another session in their private chatroom. A weekly check-in to make sure none of them had been found by their would be killer. There had been a few instances where they all thought they spotted someone.

Ella never got a good look at the mystery followers face. Yet she would feel a familiar stare on her in public now and then. It would have the witch changing her route back home until she grew tired. Only to discover later on some kid thought he could be a real life Vorhees or Krueger. They all thought that one final survivor was something that only happened in movies. Wanted to test the theory themseleves.

Helena had almost gone to jail for nearly breaking one of those "stupid teens" (according to her) neck. They had gotten bold and wanted to mess with the oldest of the trio. Kagari had been generous enough to lend her lawyer to the other.

"If we're done with this conversation - I'd like to return to more important matters." Kagari's voice snaps her out of her daze. "I'll have someone get you at the usual spot. How's 7pm this Friday?"

"That's fine. Thanks for this again." Ella smiles only to hear the call disconnect. "She really needs to learn to end a call right."

Settling back into the couch she's lounging on, Ella tries to occupy herself with a mental list of how to prepare for her get together.

Find a different route to their meet up spot.

Double - no - triple check all the doors and windows in her home were locked.

Remember every unfamiliar face she had seen throughout the day.

Had any of those faces been theirs? Had they found her?

Or was it another stranger thinking they'd get their 15 minutes of fame.

Take down a final girl. Fame garaunteed.

She already had the urge to find a butcher knife for defense.

The phone ringing makes her jump. Snatching it off the coffee table.

"Kagari? What happened to your won't call you back rule?" A chuckle comes from the woman.

"It's been a while, Nowell. Did you miss me?"

Her breath hitches. Ice cold flushing across her skin.

How?

"We should catch up. Don't you think?"

Where were they?

Ella needs to get out. Put distance between her and an old acqauntinance she never planned to see again.

"See you soon..."

[prettylittepothead]

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[scallionpallion]

I was tagged by @aki-draws-things to share my lock screen, home screen, and last song I listened to. Thanks for tagging me 💖

This inspired to me to change my background, I have had a generic pre-installed background for far too long

Those are both artworks at the Nationalmuseum/National Museum of Fine Arts in Stockholm. I took photos when I was there earlier this year (:

Last song I listened to was The First Nowell by some church choir (working on that christmas spirit 😂)

I tag you @psykceptionist 😘

[queandrue]

Class Time

A/N: I was talking to my wonderful friend @je11oprodigy and got into some real Cal and Nezzy feels. So enjoy, because I had fun. ~Rue

Word Count: 1043

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Cal walked into the small study room looking quite disheveled. Papers were slipping out of his bag, his spectacles were slipping down his nose, and he almost dropped what books and scrolls he was carrying more than once. A few months back he had decided to start a small school for people of all ages to attend. He didn’t have many students, but he took teaching very seriously. He knew what it felt like to not be able to read, to have people call you dumb, to be drowning in your own troubles, and he had the power to help lead people down a better road. After all, he was a better man now, a better man who had the power of words. However, his heart fell as he looked around the room. 

It was empty. 

Dammit. He’d taken too long! Even when he was trying to help people, it seemed like he still couldn’t do a single thing right. He left his bag and books on the table and slowly walked out of the constricting silence. He was thinking about sulking behind his desk when he heard the unmistakable bark of Nezzy’s orders from outside. Cal’s first thought was that Nezzy was reliving her glory days, ordering around makeshift soldiers, or that maybe Sid was entertaining her and letting Nezzy boss her around while Nao lounged under a big shady tree.  These ideas alone made Cal straighten himself out before heading out back. Spending time with Nezzy usually made him feel better anyways. After all, he couldn’t be a complete failure if she’d agreed to be with him for life.

A summer breeze caressed Cal’s face as he opened the back door. It was calming, but he had little time to enjoy it. Cal had to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him before bolting across the earth. There, on the green grass, were all of his students from oldest to youngest. They were all in a single line, axes hoisted above their heads, getting ready to throw. The man found himself running to one of his older students right as she lost her balance. Grabbing her, the ax fell dangerously close to his boot.

“Mrs. Nowels, are you alright?” he asked. 

An elderly halfling woman looked up at him. Her skin was tan and rough from years of travelling. Her chestnut eyes were wide behind her wired frames, and her white hair was in two long braids down her back. "Oh I'm perfectly fine Mr. Gray," she smiled,"Your wife Nina was just keepin us company while we were waitin for you. She's such a quiet and gentle soul."

Now Cas loved Nezzy, but those weren't words he'd use to describe her. 

"Calithus?" 

Nezzy’s long red hair was tied up in a bun atop her head and her armor shone like it had been recently polished. The feathers on her mask wavered with the slight breeze; they were so delicate, so fragile, so unlike Nezzy. “Have you come to collect your students?” 

“Ara, what are you doing?” Cal asked, trying to hide the panic in his voice as he looked over his students, making sure none of them were maimed, “Some of these people aren’t physically capable of doing things like this.”

“They seem perfectly capable to me. Besides, I’m helping them learn.” She lead him over to a group of some of Cal’s younger students. Looking down at a young boy, Nezzy nodded and then looked towards the ax. Cal felt his heart teeter on the edge of exploding as he watched the young boy nervously pick up the ax, hoist it behind his head, and he threw. Cal almost closed his eyes, but he managed to restrain himself and watched as the ax fell just a few inches in front of them boy. He thought Nezzy might be disappointed with the results. But then again, she was full of surprises. 

“Good! It didn’t fall behind you this time, one day you’ll be able to hit the target,” Nezzy mused, nodding with approval. The boy started smiling widely, then he wrapped himself around Nezzy’s leg in a hug.

“Thank you Missus Cal!” 

Nezzy seemed a bit awkward (much to Cal’s amusement), unsure of what to do. After a while of looking uncomfortable, she smiled and patted the child’s head. She gently pried him from her leg and sent him back towards the line. Cal thought it was both sweet and a little funny, especially considering that Nezzy had grown up in a large family with countless siblings. Then again, she had been the youngest, so she probably didn’t have a lot of experience with children younger than her. However, Cal still had some (many) anxieties about his students being so close to sharp, dangerous objects. 

“So Missus Cal, would you help me round up my students so I can start class?”

“Don’t call me that Calithus. But yes. I suppose I can hand them over,” she said. Then, she was off, giving off commands to set all axes down and line up in a straight line so go into the library. In a weird way, Cal thought she was like some sort of drill sergeant tuned elementary school teacher. He smiled and he lead his students back inside, he turned to watch Nezzy for a moment. The aasimar was picking each ax off the ground with utmost care and placing them into a satchel. Once she picked up all of them, she went off. Cal thought that she would probably polish and resharpen each one by a fire. Her mask and armor would be by her side and her long red hair tumbling down in waves past her face. 

… Maybe he’d let her help teach some classes again… Of course he’d supervise next time… But it couldn’t hurt. 

Cal ushered his last student inside before entering the library and closing the door behind him. He’d propose his new lesson plan to Nezzy whenever she came back. And he was sure she’d accept with no hesitation. Maybe he’d even get to see one of her rare wide grins. The ones she made when she couldn’t contain her own happiness.  That would certainly make a wonderful way to end his day.

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The Earth Station One Podcast - Remembering Our Friend Darren Nowell

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The Earth Station One Podcast - Remembering Our Friend Darren Nowell

Last month, the ESO Network lost a valued family member. Mike, Mike, and Mary are joined by Alan Siler and Josh Wilson to share fun stories and fond memories of the Wonder Warrior who touched so many lives with his wit, his smile, and his heart.

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[the-rxven-king]

hi please accept my monster of the week characters whomst i love and adore with all my life

[nwbeerguide]

Three Weavers Brewing Company gets a new coat of paint and a limited release collaboration, Little Mahalo IPA, to boot.

Press Release

Inglewood, Calif. (November 12, 2019) Three Weavers Brewing Company has announced an aesthetic refresh to their lineup of Inglewood-brewed beers including updates to their cans, secondary packaging and logo. Redesigned packaging is now starting to appear across their California-wide distribution footprint. The brand update aligns with the brewery’s five year anniversary, to be celebrated with a tiki-themed bash starting at noon on Saturday, November 16, at Three Weavers’ Inglewood taproom. Partygoers can expect a full day of live bands culminating in an 80’s dance party, food trucks and the release of Little Mahalo IPA, a specialty beer made in collaboration with Device Brewing Company.

Three Weavers’ Brewmaster, Alexandra Nowell, commented on the design update: “We’ve always been proud of the strength of the Three Weavers brand, but as we enter our sixth year, we thought it was appropriate to give our presence an update. Three Weavers has matured over the years and we feel this refresh reflects that sentiment perfectly and elegantly.”

Three Weavers was founded by Lynne Weaver in 2013 and the original logo was inspired by her Japanese-American heritage. The knot design that appears across the brand ties together an image from traditional Japanese gift-wrapping with Weaver’s American last name. The new look retains the original clean lines and modern color palette, updated with a premium design that reflects the brewery’s growth and evolution over the years. The imagery is organic, minimal and sophisticated, and consistent across the brewery’s lineup of exceptional craft beers.

Approaching their sixth year of operations, Three Weavers Brewing Company remains dedicated to their mission of building a positive sense of community through the collective passion for craft beer. Fittingly, beer lovers will be brought together during the five year anniversary celebration to enjoy tropical beer slushies, barrel-aged rarities and limited release Little Mahalo IPA, a 4.5% brew that’s bright, crushable and boasts a massively hoppy finish thanks to a blend of superior Southern Hemisphere hops - Galaxy, Nelson Sauvin, Motueka and Waimea. To see more details about the five year anniversary celebration, including the music lineup, click here.

Look for updated packaging today at California’s purveyors of fine craft beer, and be sure to join Three Weavers on November 16 at their five year anniversary celebration. There is no charge for admission. Tiki attire is encouraged. 

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About Three Weavers

Three Weavers Brewing Company is an independent craft brewery with a mission to build a positive sense of community through the collective passion for craft beer. Founded by Lynne Weaver in 2013, Three Weavers is one of the largest independent craft breweries in Los Angeles County and currently expanding production and distribution on the West Coast. Led by award-winning Brewmaster, Alexandra Nowell, Three Weavers craft beers have received critical International acclaim, winning a World Beer Cup Gold Medal in 2016, a GABF Silver Medal in 2017, a European Beer Star Bronze in 2017, and the Australian International Beer Awards Best IPA and Champion International Beer in 2018. Three Weavers is proudly brewed in Inglewood, California.

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How A Single Music Can Change The World

There's this someone who told me that "A poetry can't stop a battle nor can stop a war tank." But little do we know that the song Silent Night / Sille Nacht impromptly made a history of ceasefire for a day in World War I and made soldiers sang Christmas songs in the midst of cold night?

In WWI 1914, a German soldier named Walter Kirchhoff sang the said song in top of his lungs, following some of his buddies, his fellow soldiers, and also their enemies. And troops crawled forward into no man's land, shook hands with their fellow British enemies, ended up playing football and giving some souvenirs.

*the original photo of German and British met in no-man’s land*

The day after, soldiers wrote home to their families, wives, and parents...

What was happened?!

"It was a beautiful moonlit night, frost on the ground, white almost everywhere; and about seven or eight in the evening there was a lot of commotion in the German trenches and there were these lights – I don't know what they were. And then they sang  'Silent Night' – 'Stille Nacht'. I shall never forget it, it was one of the highlights of my life. I thought, what a beautiful tune."

- Private Albert Moren of the Second Queens Regiment.

"I shouted to our enemies that we didn't wish to shoot and that we make a Christmas truce. I said I would come from my side and we could speak with each other. First there was silence, then I shouted once more, invited them, and the British shouted: "No shooting!" Then a man came out of the trenches and I on my side did the same and so we came together and we shook hands - a bit cautiously!"

- Captain Josef Sewald of Germany's 17th Bavarian Regiment

"Suddenly a Tommy came with a football, kicking already and making fun, and then began a football match. We marked the goals with our caps. Teams were quickly established for a match on the frozen mud, and the Fritzes beat the Tommies 3-2."

- Lieutenant Johannes Niemann of Germany's 133rd Saxons Infantry Regiment

Then, it ended up in afternoon...

"I fired three shots into the air and put up a flag with 'Merry Christmas' on it on the parapet. He [a German] put up a sheet with 'Thank You' on it, and the German captain appeared on the parapet. We both bowed and saluted and got down into our respective trenches, and he fired two shots into the air, and the war was on again."

- Captain Charles "Buffalo Bill" Stockwell of the Second Royal Welch Fusiliers

The epic story became an advertisement. You may see it YouTube with the title  1914 | Sainsbury's Ad | Christmas 2014 or you may just click this link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NWF2JBb1bvM , and ready your tears because you it get eventually emotional to those soft hearted people like me. These are some of the original letters of Christmas truce from soldiers to their families... 

A full summary of Christmas Truce from “Tom” to his sister “Janet”;

Christmas Day, 1914

My dear sister Janet,

It is 2:00 in the morning and most of our men are asleep in their dugouts—yet I could not sleep myself before writing to you of the wonderful events of Christmas Eve. In truth, what happened seems almost like a fairy tale, and if I hadn’t been through it myself, I would scarce believe it. Just imagine: While you and the family sang carols before the fire there in London, I did the same with enemy soldiers here on the battlefields of France!

As I wrote before, there has been little serious fighting of late. The first battles of the war left so many dead that both sides have held back until replacements could come from home. So we have mostly stayed in our trenches and waited.

But what a terrible waiting it has been! Knowing that any moment an artillery shell might land and explode beside us in the trench, killing or maiming several men. And in daylight not daring to lift our heads above ground, for fear of a sniper’s bullet.

And the rain—it has fallen almost daily. Of course, it collects right in our trenches, where we must bail it out with pots and pans. And with the rain has come mud—a good foot or more deep. It splatters and cakes everything, and constantly sucks at our boots. One new recruit got his feet stuck in it, and then his hands too when he tried to get out—just like in that American story of the tar baby!

Through all this, we couldn’t help feeling curious about the German soldiers across the way. After all, they faced the same dangers we did, and slogged about in the same muck. What’s more, their first trench was only 50 yards from ours. Between us lay No Man’s Land, bordered on both sides by barbed wire—yet they were close enough we sometimes heard their voices.

Of course, we hated them when they killed our friends. But other times, we joked about them and almost felt we had something in common. And now it seems they felt the same.

Just yesterday morning—Christmas Eve Day—we had our first good freeze. Cold as we were, we welcomed it, because at least the mud froze solid. Everything was tinged white with frost, while a bright sun shone over all. Perfect Christmas weather.

During the day, there was little shelling or rifle fire from either side. And as darkness fell on our Christmas Eve, the shooting stopped entirely. Our first complete silence in months! We hoped it might promise a peaceful holiday, but we didn’t count on it. We’d been told the Germans might attack and try to catch us off guard.

I went to the dugout to rest, and lying on my cot, I must have drifted asleep. All at once my friend John was shaking me awake, saying, “Come and see! See what the Germans are doing!” I grabbed my rifle, stumbled out into the trench, and stuck my head cautiously above the sandbags.

I never hope to see a stranger and more lovely sight. Clusters of tiny lights were shining all along the German line, left and right as far as the eye could see.

“What is it?” I asked in bewilderment, and John answered, “Christmas trees!”

And so it was. The Germans had placed Christmas trees in front of their trenches, lit by candle or lantern like beacons of good will.

And then we heard their voices raised in song.

Stille nacht, heilige nacht . . . .

This carol may not yet be familiar to us in Britain, but John knew it and translated: “Silent night, holy night.” I’ve never heard one lovelier—or more meaningful, in that quiet, clear night, its dark softened by a first-quarter moon.

When the song finished, the men in our trenches applauded. Yes, British soldiers applauding Germans! Then one of our own men started singing, and we all joined in.

The first Nowell, the angel did say . . . .

In truth, we sounded not nearly as good as the Germans, with their fine harmonies. But they responded with enthusiastic applause of their own and then began another.

O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum . . . .

Then we replied.

O come all ye faithful . . . .

But this time they joined in, singing the same words in Latin.

Adeste fideles . . . .

British and German harmonizing across No Man’s Land! I would have thought nothing could be more amazing—but what came next was more so.

“English, come over!” we heard one of them shout. “You no shoot, we no shoot.”

There in the trenches, we looked at each other in bewilderment. Then one of us shouted jokingly, “You come over here.”

To our astonishment, we saw two figures rise from the trench, climb over their barbed wire, and advance unprotected across No Man’s Land. One of them called, “Send officer to talk.”

I saw one of our men lift his rifle to the ready, and no doubt others did the same—but our captain called out, “Hold your fire.” Then he climbed out and went to meet the Germans halfway. We heard them talking, and a few minutes later, the captain came back with a German cigar in his mouth!

“We’ve agreed there will be no shooting before midnight tomorrow,” he announced. “But sentries are to remain on duty, and the rest of you, stay alert.”

Across the way, we could make out groups of two or three men starting out of trenches and coming toward us. Then some of us were climbing out too, and in minutes more, there we were in No Man’s Land, over a hundred soldiers and officers of each side, shaking hands with men we’d been trying to kill just hours earlier!

Before long a bonfire was built, and around it we mingled—British khaki and German grey. I must say, the Germans were the better dressed, with fresh uniforms for the holiday.

Only a couple of our men knew German, but more of the Germans knew English. I asked one of them why that was.

“Because many have worked in England!” he said. “Before all this, I was a waiter at the Hotel Cecil. Perhaps I waited on your table!”

“Perhaps you did!” I said, laughing.

He told me he had a girlfriend in London and that the war had interrupted their plans for marriage. I told him, “Don’t worry. We’ll have you beat by Easter, then you can come back and marry the girl.”

He laughed at that. Then he asked if I’d send her a postcard he’d give me later, and I promised I would.

Another German had been a porter at Victoria Station. He showed me a picture of his family back in Munich. His eldest sister was so lovely, I said I should like to meet her someday. He beamed and said he would like that very much and gave me his family’s address.

Even those who could not converse could still exchange gifts—our cigarettes for their cigars, our tea for their coffee, our corned beef for their sausage. Badges and buttons from uniforms changed owners, and one of our lads walked off with the infamous spiked helmet! I myself traded a jackknife for a leather equipment belt—a fine souvenir to show when I get home.

Newspapers too changed hands, and the Germans howled with laughter at ours. They assured us that France was finished and Russia nearly beaten too. We told them that was nonsense, and one of them said, “Well, you believe your newspapers and we’ll believe ours.”

Clearly they are lied to—yet after meeting these men, I wonder how truthful our own newspapers have been. These are not the “savage barbarians” we’ve read so much about. They are men with homes and families, hopes and fears, principles and, yes, love of country. In other words, men like ourselves. Why are we led to believe otherwise?

As it grew late, a few more songs were traded around the fire, and then all joined in for—I am not lying to you—“Auld Lang Syne.” Then we parted with promises to meet again tomorrow, and even some talk of a football match.

I was just starting back to the trenches when an older German clutched my arm. “My God,” he said, “why cannot we have peace and all go home?”

I told him gently, “That you must ask your emperor.”

He looked at me then, searchingly. “Perhaps, my friend. But also we must ask our hearts.”

And so, dear sister, tell me, has there ever been such a Christmas Eve in all history? And what does it all mean, this impossible befriending of enemies?

For the fighting here, of course, it means regrettably little. Decent fellows those soldiers may be, but they follow orders and we do the same. Besides, we are here to stop their army and send it home, and never could we shirk that duty.

Still, one cannot help imagine what would happen if the spirit shown here were caught by the nations of the world. Of course, disputes must always arise. But what if our leaders were to offer well wishes in place of warnings? Songs in place of slurs? Presents in place of reprisals? Would not all war end at once?

All nations say they want peace. Yet on this Christmas morning, I wonder if we want it quite enough.

Your loving brother,

Tom