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harukimurakitty · 11 months ago

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Take Me Home, Country Roads (2): First Day of My Life

❥ NakedToaster x Reader

August 31st, 2009

The following morning, something in the air felt different- aside from the sudden lack of humidity, that was. It was a lighter, breezier feeling that might’ve been enough to convince people more optimistic than you that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn’t be as bad as you initially suspected. You had experienced that sensation before in Colorado; it was the same feeling you’d get after finally reaching the top of a tall mountain while hiking along the Front Range. The atmosphere was so crisp that it was almost as though you were back on Grays Peak, overlooking the Coloradan wilderness.

As nostalgic as it was, you had little time to reminisce over the fond memories of your home state, thanks to your sister and her prioritization of the pursuit of knowledge. You hated her sometimes- you really did. Rather than sleeping soundly after hours of reading road signs and navigating maps, you were trudging along a dusty path in the middle of a forest with a sore shoulder. You hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night, mainly due to how uncomfortable the couch was, but admittedly to first-day nerves as well. If Texas schools were anything like what you had heard, you had every right to be anxious.

The longer you walked, the more your stomach grumbled. You hadn’t had time to eat breakfast at home, so you had shoved a prepackaged muffin and a Starbucks bottle of iced coffee into your backpack before heading out. The sad thing was you hadn’t even woken up late; it just took an hour to find the life force to get out of bed and get dressed. Somehow you had accomplished the feat, but as you dragged further along the trail to school, you were unsure if you could do it again tomorrow.

Although you were reluctant to acknowledge it, the path was quite a sight to behold, at least by Texas standards. The ground was flat, much like the rest of the Coastal Plains region- but there was one section with a rickety wooden bridge that ran directly across a river. The stream itself wasn’t too impressive, it was maybe fifteen feet across at the widest, but it was quite a ways below the surrounding land. That was your favorite part of the trail by far.

You knew you were approaching Ottawa High once you heard the sound of tires screeching and country music. You took the music as your warning to put your headphones on, adjusting them to your ears. After another minute of walking, the trees began to separate and the dirt underneath you was replaced with asphalt- a harsh reminder that sidewalks were no more. The front of the school entered your field of vision not long after, and the sight shocked you.

Truth be told, you were expecting Ottowa to be a small and crumby building, not whatever you were looking at when you stepped into the clearing. Instead, there was a three-story, quarter-mile-long school with a parking lot big enough to fit at least four hundred cars. Your mouth was agape at the sight, and you were quickly starting to regret not moving before orientation day, as Sable had suggested. You pulled your iPhone out of your jacket pocket to check the time, seven-forty a.m., and sighed a deep sigh. You had to be in class by eight at the latest, which left you just under twenty minutes to figure out where the hell your first class was.

Getting through the parking lot was the worst part of your walk- you had forgotten how annoying teenage boys with trucks could be. After nearly getting run over a couple of times, you made it inside what you assumed was the front entrance and began scanning room numbers for 3-234, AP Environmental Science. After five minutes of searching, you overheard a teacher explain to another student that the first number of a room correlated to the floor number. Though you were grateful for the sense of direction, a pit began forming in your stomach at the thought of having to climb three floors first thing in the morning for the rest of the year.

Predictably, your legs felt like jelly by the top of the stairs. The most difficult part of the climb wasn’t walking up the flights, but trying not to sound like you were about to pass out. Your breathing was so labored by the end that you had to take a second and lean across the railing; somehow, you were fortunate enough to be the only person in the stairwell. After catching your breath, you stepped into the main hallway and continued the search for your homeroom. Finally, you stumbled across your class the second the minute bell rang. Putting your hand on the door handle tentatively, you prepared yourself for weird looks and lingering stares- you were the new kid, after all. Then, you inhaled deeply and swung the door open with as much vigor as you could muster.

You stepped inside, braced for the absolute worst, and were promptly met with… nothing. Nobody had even looked in your direction. Lord, you had never been humbled so quickly before. Your cheeks burned as you awkwardly stood at the front of the room, looking for an available seat. The desks were two per row, and the only ones available were toward the back corner of the room. One was directly against the wall, next to a boy with long hair that was hunched over, presumably asleep. The other was further up the aisle, next to an awake emo-looking girl. Neither were particularly good options, but you settled on the seat by the emo girl. The last thing you wanted to do was make an enemy by accidentally waking Mr. RuPaul up in the middle of his nap. As you made your way over to the emo girl, she moved her backpack from the floor to the seat you were seconds from sitting in, all while making direct eye contact.

“Sorry, I’m saving this seat for my friend.” The late bell blared through the hallways the second she was done speaking. “Um. She’s running late.” The girl looked away with a bugged-out expression. You laughed out an “It’s okay,” but a deep panic began to set in. You weren’t even good enough to sit by an emo. As you walked to the very back of the class, you heard a couple of snickers and felt the stares you had tried preparing for. What you hadn't expected, however, was being rejected by the reject.

Luckily, the guy at the back had no objection to you sitting next to him. By the time you reached the back, he had sat up and was rubbing his eyes sleepily. Now that you were closer and he wasn’t lying down, you picked up on more of his features. He was a lot taller than you first thought, looking about six feet, but he was scrawny overall. His hair had a pinkish tint to it- not just a strawberry blond, but a light, rose-colored pink that complimented his pale skin. The unnamed guy looked delicate as hell, to put it bluntly. He stood out a lot compared to the other guys in the class, who almost all had mullets and naturally colored hair. While you tried to check him out, you accidentally made eye contact and darted your eyes away. You knew you had to say something after, or else it’d be awkward for the rest of the period.

“Um, do you know where the teacher is?” You gave a small smile and twirled a strand of your hair nervously. He glanced at you, big, blue saucer eyes shining through his round glasses, before looking around the room.

“...I think he said something about going to make copies…?” His voice was meeker than you expected it to be, like glass. Really, really thin glass.

“Oh. That’s cool.” A beat passed. The two of you sat in silence until he reached over to his backpack and pulled out a sandwich baggie. Inside was a singular piece of toast wrapped with a paper napkin. You couldn’t help but give a judgemental stare as he unwrapped his… breakfast, if it even counted, and ate it dry. You hoped it had been buttered at the very least or had a thin, barely visible layer of jam or something. Before you could think about it much longer, a man you assumed to be the teacher walked through the door with a stack of paper in his hands. He passed out the pieces to each row wordlessly.

The sheet itself wasn’t anything interesting; it was a bunch of typical icebreaker questions- favorite food, color, etc. After the teacher was done, he went to the front of the room and introduced himself briefly as Mr. Neale. He did the standard first-day routine of reviewing the syllabus, late work policy, and other house maintenance rules. By the time the bell rang again for the second period, you practically ran out of the room. You had never been so grateful to hear such an irritating sound.

According to your schedule, your second period, AP Lang, was all the way back down on the first floor. As you descended the stairs, you pondered whether it’d be easier to throw yourself out a third-story window or continue your high school education. You settled on the window option but continued walking to your class regardless.

The first floor’s layout was way more challenging to navigate than the third’s and a lot busier, too. You went through the same routine of checking passing door numbers and wandering around aimlessly, but it didn’t seem to work nearly as well as the last time. By the time the minute bell rang, you were on the other side of the school frantically speed-walking around corridors to find your class. It wasn’t like you could ask anybody, either- everybody was already in their classrooms. Just as you felt your chest beginning to constrict from panic, you saw your holy grail- the toast boy from first period. Before he could turn the next corner, you called out to him.

“Hey!” You yelled. No response. You ran up a couple of feet behind him and tried again. “Dude with the pink hair!” At that, he turned around, glancing around as if he wasn’t the only person in the hall, let alone with pink hair. “Uhm, you have any idea where 1-324 is?”

“O-oh, I think we’re both headed there? AP Lang, right?” Toast Boy (you really should’ve paid more attention during roll) said.

“Yeah. Shit, no way.” You lightly jogged next to him and walked side by side down the hall. The late bell rang, but you were just happy you finally knew where to go.

“Are you new this year?” He asked, looking down at you. Now that he was standing right by you, you got a sense of how tall he really was. He was over six feet easily- around six feet three or four.

“Mhm. Did the whole “getting lost” thing give it away?” You chuckled, embarrassed.

“Er- kind of. This school is big, but it’s easy to get around. The first number of a room is–”

“The floor level, right?” He nodded.

“The number after that is the side of the building. The left side is the 100s, the middle is the 200s, and the right is the 300s. This is the 320s hall.” Toast Boy explained. “And that,” he pointed to a classroom down the hall, “is 324.” The door was still wide open, which you took as a sign that you wouldn’t be reprimanded for arriving late. The two of you walked inside and shuffled awkwardly to the back of the class. Inside was a short woman taking roll at the front, who smiled as you passed by to find a seat.

“Mr. Schmidt, you’re just in time. Glad to see you’ve already made a friend.” Toast grimaced, a lot less amused than she was. She glanced down at the roll call list in front of her and back up at you. “(Y/N) (L/N), I’m assuming?” You nodded. She wrote something down and put her clipboard on her desk. if

“I’m Ms. Roberts. I’ll be your AP Language teacher this year- potentially next year, too, if you fail. As some of you know, I was the art teacher until Mrs. Clarke went on maternity leave. Quite frankly, neither of us wants to be here, so don’t make this year any harder than it has to be, and we’ll have a fun time. Right?” Ms. Roberts asked with a forced smile. A few people around you nodded in agreement.

“Good. Now, I was going to review the syllabus today, but the copy machine on this side of the building has been broken since last May, and I didn’t want to go to the library and pay a hundred dollars for papers most of you will throw away by tomorrow, so we’re going to write your first journal entry today. If you did what the school asked and bought a notebook for each of your core classes, you’ll be fine. If not, get a sheet of notebook paper from the front.” Some people stood up and grabbed a sheet from the front. You and Toast Boy both had your notebooks- he had a light green pattern, and yours was the regular black and white print.

“Your assignment is to write about how your first day is going. We’re only in second period, but there’s bound to have been something noteworthy so far. It doesn’t have to be long, just have it turned in by the end of class.” And with that, she sat at her desk and began scrolling through her computer.

You had your entry done within ten minutes; you weren’t necessarily a fast writer, but you didn’t have much to say. Most of what you wrote was about how much you hated Texas, but you included a bit about Toast Boy, too. Toast had written even less than you had, filling up a quarter of the page compared to your half. After ripping the page out of your journal, you generously offered to turn in both sheets to the turn-in tray at Ms. Roberts's desk. You caught Toast Boy’s eye as you sat back in your corner seat and decided to strike up a conversation.

“Dude, your last name is Schmidt? Like the guy from New Girl?” You asked, leaning closer to Toast Boy. He gave you a blank, unimpressed stare.

“I uh, never thought about it that way, but, yeah, I guess.” You laughed a bit, unsure of what to say next. Everyone around you was talking amongst their friends or on their phones; you felt weird being one of the only two sitting silently.

“So, how does Ms. Roberts know you?”

“I had her freshman year for art. I ate lunch in her room all year because I hated how loud the cafeteria was.” He cringed, presumably at the thought of the cafeteria and not eating lunch with Ms. Roberts. A few more seconds of silence passed before Toast spoke up. “Um, what’s your schedule like?” You grabbed the wrinkled paper out of your pocket and unfolded it, then handed it to the pink-haired boy on your left. He skimmed the paper with his soft, blue eyes and then looked at you again with a gentle smile.

“We have the same fifth, seventh, and eighth periods.” You returned the smile and reached for the paper, reading it yourself. Graphic Design was your fifth period, APUSH your seventh, and Yearbook your eighth. It made sense; Toast Boy looked like he would be involved in nerdier electives like Graphic Design and Yearbook. Something about him just radiated geek vibes, not that you minded.

“And if we have the same fifth period, then we have the same lunch, don’t we?” You asked.

“Yeah.” A beat passed.

“So… wanna eat lunch together?” A light blush settled across Toast’s face, which you took as a sign that you fucked up. “Only if you want to. It’s fine if you don’t.”

“No, yeah!” His outburst slightly startled you; you didn’t know he could get that loud. “Uhm- that’d be really cool, actually.

“Sweet!” You grinned.

The rest of the period was uneventful; you and Toast talked some more about classes, directions, summer, and every other generic topic under the sun. There was still awkwardness between you when you left second period, but significantly less than there’d been in the morning. Your third and fourth periods, Pre-Cal and Culinary, were painfully slow. You had never been the best at math, and cooking was only fun on your own terms, so they were far from your favorite classes. You watched the clock for all of Culinary, waiting for it to hit eleven so you could go to Graphic Design. You didn’t have much to say to Toast Boy- you had used all of your conversation starters in second period, but it was nice having someone else to be alone with.

When fifth period came, you were one of the first people inside the Graphic Design classroom. A middle-aged woman asked for your name, checked something off her clipboard, and told you to sit wherever. Although you had enough self-awareness to know sitting in a corner for three classes made you look like a recluse, you felt uncomfortable sitting in the middle of the room. As you glanced around the classroom, budget cuts were evident. The room looked like a computer lab, with a computer between every two seats. There weren’t desks like in the other classrooms; instead, there were three long tables in a U-shape along the walls.

People began to file in shortly after, with Toast being one of the last inside. Through your conversations, you had picked up his distaste for school in general. It explained why he was fast asleep for the first part of Environmental and why he ran late to class despite his familiarity with the school’s layout. He glanced around the classroom when he entered until his eyes landed on you. His eyes widened when he saw you staring back, and he gave a nervous smile as he walked over.

“How were your last classes?” You said when he sat down beside you. He made a sour face and shrugged in response.

“They were… what I was expecting. Uh, what about you? How bad is it here compared to your last school?” Toast Boy said the last part as though it were a joke, but it lacked humor. If there was anyone in that school who hated Ottowa more than you, it was definitely him.

“Like,” you thought about the most delicate way to phrase your words, “...pretty bad.” You and Toast shared a quick laugh. You made sure to not be too loud so the teacher wouldn’t get you in trouble, but you were hidden well in the corner. “I miss my friends. I miss my old house, especially my room, and I never thought I’d say this, but my old school, too.” Toast nodded.

“Where did you transfer from?”

“It’s a little far from here. You… probably haven’t heard of it before.” You winced.

“Try me. I’ve lived in this state since ever. I probably know it.” He assured.

“...Colorado?” You forced a smile. He gave you a blank, open-mouthed stare.

“Colorado. What in fuck’s name posessed you to move to Ottowa of all places?” Toast said audibly in disbelief.

“Well, it’s not like I chose to come here. My sister moved here for college, and my parents–” oh fuck , you thought, how were you going to explain it to him? “My parents, uh, they didn’t want her… to be alone?” It was the worst lie you’d ever told, but when you glimpsed back at him, it was clear he was eating up every word.

“Well, if no one else says it,” he trailed off a bit, formulating his words, “I’m sorry.” Just as you were going to respond, the lunch bell cut you off. People made a mad dash for the door, except for Toast, who stood next to his seat and waited for you to join him.

“Sorry for what, exactly?” You asked when you stepped into the hallway.

“Having to move here. You’ll get used to it, but it doesn’t get much better.”

“Fun.” You chuckled dryly.

“I know, right.”

You followed him until you reached the cafeteria, which was just as massive as the rest of the school. Toast Boy led you to the line that, according to him, had the most edible food, and you began walking to where all the lunch tables were. You made it a couple of steps before he softly grabbed you by the shoulder. You turned around to see his face flushed pink as if he wasn’t the one who initiated the contact. He stared for a few seconds until he realized it was his cue to speak.

“Oh! I, uh, know somewhere else we can eat. If you want.” You thought it was funny how worked up he got over a shoulder touch.

“Yeah, sure. I wasn’t looking forward to eating here,” you gestured to the cafeteria, “to begin with.”

Toast laughed and walked past the cafeteria and into what you assumed was the courtyard. He turned into an alley between the main building and the natatorium, glancing around every few seconds. Although you didn’t want to get suspended your first day, you didn’t want to pussy out of a potential friendship, either. You two came to a side door on the main building, with a sign on the front that clearly read “FACULTY ONLY” in bold, red letters. He jiggled the door handle with as much force as someone trying to balance a lunch tray in one hand could muster, to no avail. You were about to ask if the door was locked when you heard a quiet click. Toast Boy looked back at you, beaming, as he swung the metal door open.

“It leads to the roof. There’s another entrance from the staff room, but it’s usually empty during lunch.” He explained as he stepped into the building. Inside was a stairwell, with another door leading to the staff room he mentioned. You stuck close behind him as you climbed the stairs, doing your best to keep your breathing steady. When you reached the top after what felt like an eternity, Toast opened another door, and you were met with a blinding light from the Texas sun.

“Goddamn, that’s bright.” You groaned, covering your eyes with the hand that wasn’t carrying your lunch.

“It’s way better when it isn’t boiling outside, especially during fall, but it beats the cafeteria any day of the year.” He walked to the nearest ledge and sat next to it, his long legs splayed out over the concrete. You stepped over his legs, careful not to accidentally step on him, and looked out over the railing. It was a sick sight, to be entirely honest. You could see the middle of town and the forest around the school from where you stood. Splotches of green, red, and orange proved fall was just around the corner, even if the temperature made it feel like July.

“So what do you think?” Toast asked in a quiet voice.

“Pretty.” You grinned, looking down at him.

“This guy from my art class showed it to me freshman year. He graduated, but he was super protective of this spot. He was all like, ‘Soren, I’ll kill you if I catch any freshmen up here vaping,’ and then after a week’s worth of threats, he led me up here.” He reminisced.

“Soren?” You asked, confused. You wondered if you had heard him wrong- sore-in. Swear? Swear I’ll kill you?

“...My name?” He stated as if it were obvious. You sucked in a deep breath, a feeling of regret washing over you.

“No, like… is it… Irish. Or something.” You stuttered. Soren’s face turned a bright red, embarrassed at his “mistake.”

“O-oh my god, I’m so sorry. I really thought you didn’t know my name.” You laughed nervously along with him, guilt eating you from the inside.

“As if, I mean, we’ve had how many classes together?” You faked a nonchalant shrug and crossed your arms.

“It’s German, actually.” He corrected. Soren Schmidt. Definitely not something you’d heard before.

You slid down next to him and began munching on your stale, cold pizza. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the rest of lunch, just eating and enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally, a breeze would blow through, and you’d get hit with a wave of nostalgia from Colorado. The environment was completely different, from the temperature to the people. There were no mountains around for at least a couple of hundred miles, or sidewalks, or public transportation in general, yet a feeling of home lingered in the air. The top of Ottawa High School was no Grays Peak, but with Soren, it’d do.

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster bp

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starry-hughes · 1 year ago

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what’s kasey up to(since she’s in ottawa rn)

laying on brady’s couch and staring at a blank tv screen

they got her out of bed for breakfast and she ate. last night was hard because she saw mackie scored. she talked to matthew on the phone today who was trying to cheer her up.

emma said she will be taking kasey shopping tomorrow and kasey asked if she should dye her hair and everyone quickly said no

#kasey and mackie

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claireelle18 · 2 years ago

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Everything has Changed - Brandon Hagel

That simple name from months ago, a split second introduction to his name during a look at the other hockey games during the Lightning versus Capitals. The announcers brought his name to her attention. He had scored with seconds left in the first period for the Chicago Blackhawks versus the Ottawa Senators, putting the Blackhawks on the board.

Later that season, his name came across the hockey Twitter side with the remarks of him scoring his hat trick against the New Jersey Devils. The entire reason? Bagels thrown all over the rink in honor of his nickname Bagel.

A handful of weeks later, in the midst of the trading deadline - his name presented by the Lightning's social media. Everything she knew has changed. JBB pulled a quick one, shipping off some big pieces to acquire him. A small reserve about the newbie chatted about online, but her gut feeling was that he was going to be good and something important, to get to know him better. Little did she realize how quickly the young player would be making his introduction into her world.

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She was grateful for the day off and decided to treat herself to a massive coffee and a breakfast pastry at her favorite local coffee shop. Down on the bay's edge, nestled in a co-op, she could people watch while enjoying the sunshine. There was a small line for the shop, but she didn't mind. "Is this coffee any good? I am in dire need of a good cup and figured local might be best," a deeper voice asked.

She briefly glanced at who was behind her, taking note to the younger face as she originally assumed it was an older man behind her. "As someone who requires a massive cup occasionally, I promise this is some of the best around. I recommend any of the breakfast options, never can go wrong with their bacon, egg and cheese croissant," she answered.

"Thank you for the recommendation," he said. She stepped up to order and as she went to pay, he interjected, "I'm buying your breakfast and coffee. It's the least I can do for the pretty lady with recommendation."

"Well what if you hate it?"

"Then miss, I guess you'll just have to show me another local place," he laughs with a wink.

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The pregame hustle and bustle of downtown Tampa provided an adrenaline rush that she survived off. It allowed her to turn the constant run of her brain off and focus on the buzz created by the game. Rumors surfaced around town that he would not be in the game, but would come down to the arena that night to spectate.

In a rush and not watching where she was going, a taller figure stopped in her pathway, reaching out for the curtain that separated the hall from the seats. "Hi! Can I help you?" a male voice questioned. Snapping out of her own world, she took in the sight in front of her. Two men in suits, one older, and one younger with a face she couldn't place right away were peering back at her. Everything was changing in that instant. She recognized him from earlier in the day. He stepped up to buy her massive iced coffee earlier that morning.

"Well hello again miss," the younger man started. "Nice to see you again. Didn't realize I'd be running into you this soon."

"Are you in the right section dear?" the older man questioned further. That's when realization dawned on her. She was a few sections off, her friends probably wondering where she was. Further realization hit her when she remembered that she carried a couple of drinks in her hand. The contents contained within adult Capri Sun pouches.

"I should be going," she sheepishly whispered. She started to take a step back when the young man spoke again.

"Wait, can I at least know your name and maybe have your number?"

"There you are! I was wondering where you wandered off too!" her friend called. "Oh! Hi there! Am I interrupting something?"

She shook her head no, but he spoke up, "I'm Brandon Hagel. See you around I guess." He looked like he was going to offer to shake his hand with hers, but he stuck them in his pants pocket instead.

"Yeah Brandon, I know I will see you around," she smiled.

"Not gonna tell me your name now?"

"I like to keep you guessing," she laughed.

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An overcast day was the perfect day for grocery shopping. Not many were wanting to chance getting caught outside while the skies opened up upon them. Her cart slowly becoming fuller as she continued to wander up and down the aisles of the Publix blocks from her apartment.

For this location, the shelves were a few shelves taller, leaving her to stand on her tip toes to retrieve the cereal box off the top shelf. "Need help with that?" a familiar voice asked. She whirled around to see the same guy from the other day looking back at her. It was just out of her reach, but he grabbed it with no problem.

"Thank you," she smiled. "It seems you're everywhere now. You sure you're not following me?" she laughed.

"Nope, I promise. I'm just trying to learn the way of the land down here, and some of the other guys told me to check this place out. Apparently some very good subs are made here," he chuckled.

The two separated to respectively finish their own shopping, but bumped into each other again at the check outs. He offered to help her out to her car. Reaching the automatic doors to outside, the sky opened up, torrential downpour. "Care to run or to join me for a sit? The one part of Florida is these thunderstorms will last for a little while then clear up," she explained.

"You know, it's nice to have someone who is willing to help out a newbie. I've been here for a matter of days, and everything has changed," he said. She was studying him, inspecting him a little further than the previous times. His eyes warm, feeling comfortable around him, even if it was for those quick few times they had interacted. She felt like he would be someone good to be around for a while. He was feeling the same way about her. Like he would be seeing her more often. "It would be nice to know you better."

"I think I like the sound of that idea," she replied. "Seems like everything is changing. I think we will be seeing a lot of each other's face a lot more." The weather changed from the downpour to a light drizzle. "Now come on newbie, better make our move before it pick back up."

Seemed like the two were going to become very familiar with each other continuing on. Everything did change for them.

#brandon hagel #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #imagine #tampa bay lightning #tblightning

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tianshiisdead · 2 years ago

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5, 7 and 36!

5. how accurately is your country depicted?

(For Canada) He fits the global stereotype but, like some people have pointed out, I'd have expected him to be a bit more rugged and woodsy loll the amount of people I grew up with who just hiked and camped and mountain climbed and hunted all over the place all the time every weekend 🤯 I'm also from Alb*rta though so my opinions basically mean nothing! Now that I'm living in Ottawa for school, I think Canada should've been meaner underneath his veneer of shy politeness (noah fence to Ontarians I'm just not used to how you guys interact with each other kdjslhgf)

(For China) Hmm this is a difficult question ngl LOL there are some things that I was super pleasantly surprised about, Hima once said he made China more cold and cruel/intimidating seeming but after meeting actual Chinese people ended up making him more cutesy, I think the affection for pandas and hello kitty and cute things is accurate, these things are popular in China! I like that he's a little bad-tempered and irritable with western countries and the way he's proud and overbearing and clearly ancient both in a humourous grandpa way and in a serious and slightly tragic way.

However, parts of his characterization bother me a little... low-hanging fruit, but I hate 'aru' deeply and with a passion, whether or not the concept of Chinese people saying 'aru' really did come from the colonial era, it's just tired either way and I cringe whenever I hear it. I don't love how clumsy and stupid he acts, like I think it's cute in an isolated way, but in the greater context...

Ultimately, I don't think it's horribly egregious. A lot of Chinese and Sino diaspo fans enjoy his character and/or have interpretations that still clearly have their roots in canon, and I'm personally fairly satisfied with it. Oh, and one thing I loved is how originally all of the provinces were supposed to be their own characters who live in China's house! I wish Hima had brought that up more than once, I love that idea.

7. food-related headcanons?

MAN ok hmm! China has 8 great food regions, Anhui, Cantonese, Fujian, Hunan, Jiangsu, Shandong, Szechuan and Zhejiang, and I'd imagine he can cook them all, but as Han Chinese culture has always been more concentrated in the vaguely more Southern regions, I'd imagine he'd prefer relatively more Southern food... dishes from Dongbei and Inner Mongolia, the north, in general, all have heavy influences from Mongolia and northern groups, and tend to be more wheat, butter, and milk heavy. and I'd imagine he's lactose intolerant and prefers rice LOL although he still enjoys Northern food that he can digest! For an example, breakfast.

I think China likes to make food from scratch sometimes taking days at a time to cook, but also enjoys instant noodles (though he modifies them and adds eggs and veggies) and pre-made food but he would never admit it. This is based off of canon, but he also likes fusion food and international food! Hotpot with cheese-filled rice cake and fried chicken, salmon sashimi was popular in parts of China for a while recently iirc, he's just a big foodie who likes a variety of flavours. He's very adventurous.

I think he likes to cook most of his meals but goes out for breakfast a lot, before a meeting or while out on his morning walk he just swings by one of Beijing's many breakfast stalls for a doufunao, some youtiao, shaobing, some doujiang, etc. I can't speak on Southern breakfasts, but when he spends time down there, I imagine they would also have a lot of cheap and fast breakfast shops, though the food is very different.

General headcanons: I think when he's tired he just gets a flavourless bowl of congee with some salted duck egg for breakfast, and that when one of his kids are sick he makes them steamed eggs and boiled pear soup. He has a strong grasp on the different elements of food in Chinese medicine and can integrate it into his cooking easily! He also makes his own xiancai (pickled veg) and has a doujiang machine for homemade fast soy milk. His cabinet filled with spices and vinegars and chili oils and cooking wine and so on and so forth is this huge walk-in closet of a place organized with homemade labels and filled from the top to the bottom. When he cooks, he has several stoves going at a time, frying and boiling and steaming and chopping all at once, before celebrations like new years he spends days in the kitchen. The only thing he doesn't make from scratch himself for celebrations are dumplings, while he's working away everyone gathers around the cleared-off dining table and Macau shapes the dough and they all make dumplings together and Hong Kong puts weird fillings in some dumplings as pranks and Taiwan folds them into cute little animal shapes and fills them with brown sugar.

I have a lot of things to say about food but if I say anymore it'll turn into a book, so I'll leave it at that for now hehe maybe I'll make a proper post on it's own sometime!

36. if you could, what event would you host?

Hmm maybe one for OCs, or minority/native culture OCs! I don't think it would get enough traction, but I'd also love to host a China based event LOL I just don't think there would be enough people to participate :')

#ask #ask game #kitaychan #hetalia #hws china #long post #food #thank u for the askk mwah

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clementinefight · 2 years ago

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Sorry if you haven’t heard from me, whoever’s waiting to hear from me. May was hard. May was Captain of a lot of things that didn’t feel so good. I watched a lot of Shetland & one night made brownies from the box. I think it was the same night, oh dear. It all goes flashing down the rear. May was like, “how is it possible the flowers can bloom when I feel like this, So pointless, aimless, out of wack And unretrieved or left behind, How is it all coming up as I’m going down, Shouldn’t we, as nature, be in a tandem dance.” May, I was alone a lot and felt it. Though that is nature – up and down in tandem, Good and bad in the same exquisite sandwich. I take a bite. Cloudy day. I’m just in it. Glad to be in it – I love the thorn in the rose bush as that’s what makes it rose bush.

I’m in Nova Scotia, baby, it’s my first time here. Flew in from Toronto with my sister (not twin, who is in Italy) and my cousin. It only took 1 hour and 44 minutes in the air to get somewhere I’d never been in my life. We are here for my birthday on Monday but also because BenIsHerFriend.

Cold air out here, no? Walking into the tiny shack where we’re staying my sister said about the cold, “I can feel it in my bones.” But the air is fresh and sparkly green. Green everywhere. Green landing. I brought a book – never let me go by Kazuo – but I probably won’t touch it, I just don’t have those kinds of eyes at the minute. Staying in a boat shack in LaHave, as I somewhat mentioned, which is an hour twenty-minute drive out from Halifax. The highway, if that’s what it is, is very nice, grey and bordered in tall trees, a thrumming yellow-green embroidery. We didn’t rent a Jeep Wrangler but that’s what the car rental place had for us after losing (?) our original car and having us waiting near an hour for its replacement. It was a fine wait, huddled at a high bar table in the airport with English breakfast tea and a morning glory muffin. And we got a cool Jeep at the end. I felt like this was special, because we’ve always wanted to drive in a big hulking Jeep machine in a space with nice, open skies. Hopefully the weather will warm to the point we can take the roof off and if it doesn’t, maybe we’ll do it anyway and shiver for a bit of time.

Today, though, today I’m sodamntired but coffee isn’t helping. Do you ever have something to do that you just can’t fucking do? So it just runs in your brain as something you’ve GOTTA do! It’s not all bad. I enjoyed a cheese croissant and two lemony dolmas for lunch which was great, and lemon loaf for lunch-dessert. Rain glides in the air, and on these blustery days, a note of lemon cracking through does real business.

Also – I got a Graphic Design internship! With an animation festival in Ottawa. It’s virtual, forty hours a week and starts tomorrow and runs until the first day of September. I’ll be helping design the festival book. Maybe in the fall will drive to Ottawa to meet them all in person / attend a few of the shows. But this means I’ll have to lower my hours on the island, so hopefully that’s cool. Otherwise, I’ll quit the island. That could only have been a summer job anyway.

Tomorrow, will visit Lunenberg :•)

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olliethescribe · 2 years ago

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Ok but hear me out warren centric set in ottawa fic ykyk bc

I’m so cool /j

I wrote way too much for this. Heads up, it's on the angsty side and contains a death mention. I am a sucker for giving Warren Stone shitty parents. (This is also canon to Only Brooches - taking place three months before Breakfast). Enjoy!

It was supposed to be a weekend trip, straightforward in its depressed purpose as Warren had been called up north to engage in family matters. He was less than thrilled, keeping his mind on Ron and the boys, hoping that leaving them with the mini-van would be enough while he was away. It should be enough, fine even. Just two days and then he’d be back, basking in the warmth of their home, holding Ron tight and never letting go. Would’ve brought him up too had the magician’s passport not been expired. No, Warren had to brave it alone.

The last time he’d heard from his parents was during Christmas, taking a chance on an unknown number with a Vancouver area code, a rough cough breaking the silence on the other end as his mother asked him if he’d gotten the socks she and his father sent. They had no idea that he’d moved, or had gotten engaged and married, or was far smarter than the nineteen year boy he used to be when they called him after running away all those years ago. Warren spoke in short and curt reponses, cutting off tangents before they could branch. He knew the tactic, make small talk then, as he was distracted, ask for money. It only took forty-five seconds for him to end that call.

So when they called again just a week prior to this drive, asking him to join them at ‘home’? He should’ve hung up with record speed. But no, he had to listen, finger hovering over the end-call button when they told him his cousin passed, that he had been named in the will as a recipient.

The newscaster hit a bump as he grumbled to himself, eye twitching as he turned down the nearest exit. Couldn’t get a call for the funeral, nah. Had to be about the will. He paused his thinking for a moment as his fingernails dug into the steering wheel of his BMW. “I’m an idiot! Newsflash: it’s still about money!” Warren looked up at the signs arching over the road. Thirty kilometers to Ottawa. Better than the alternative. He foresook his GPS, trashing the idea of seeing his ‘family’. Ron was right, this felt off, it felt like a trap. Warren didn’t feel like getting caught in another one.

“Hey, babe,” he said, ringing Ron who answered instantly, “yeah, it’s not happening. I’m coming back tomorrow. No, I didn’t get there yet, managed to stop myself. Is everything good on your end?” Warren made another turn, driving down a long stretch of road before arriving at a roundabout. Ten kilometers away now. “What do you mean by ‘sad purple sheep man’? Oh, they weren’t kidding about the two dads thing, huh? Don’t ‘four dads’ me, I swear to… yeah, that checks out.” Five kilometers now, almost there. “And yes, I’ll bring back a case of coffee crisps. You’re welcome.” Warren smiled, eyes on the road. One kilometer to go. “Wish you were here, think you’d like where I’m stayin’. Next time. Love you too, Ronny.”

Warren pulled up to the outer limits of the city and stared in awe for a bit, the capital of his home country glimmering in gorgeous shades of pink and orange in the dying light of the winter afternoon. He’d have an hour or so maximum before the sun gave up its light for the day, looking for something he could feasibly do. Warren passed by the Rideau Canal, taking a brief glance at the boats below before Google spat out the brilliant idea to visit ByWard Market.

The newscaster would’ve picked a museum had he been with Ron, the two getting lost in all types of exhibits for hours. Another go-to for them were typically live performances, frequenting theatres owned by small creators as the two quietly whispered to each other about not understanding what was happening but enjoying themselves all the same.

Warren glanced across the street as he parked his car, an art gallery catching his attention painted in red tones, people streaming in, couples with their arms linked and laughing with each other as the gallery owner passed around glasses of sparkling wine. He felt his chest begin to dully ache, trying hard to ignore the feeling as he got out of the car and onto the sidewalk. He’d be home soon enough, would be back with Ron soon enough. Had to keep reminding himself.

As it turns out, ByWard Market was less of one market and more so a conglomeration of shops and establishments within four city blocks. The area hummed with soft jazz, people out and about, enjoying the evening chill. Shops were nothing short of crowded, and food stalls were only slightly less so. The newscaster decided to wait in line for a coffee, fucking up his order at the last second by requesting a green tea instead. He drank it anyway as he strolled, the hot leaf water reminding him of his husband.

Warren found himself bobbing in and out of shops, taking a keen interest in the fashion establishments that lined one block, walking away as soon as he saw the price tags. He couldn’t afford a decent suit in Ottawa, that was for certain. There were queer bars and loud resturants, speciality grocers and tattoo parlours. All lively, all inviting. The warmth that emanated from yet another gallery drew him in long enough as he warmed up, taking in the sights of a private collection of Georgia O’Keefe paintings as curated by the gallery’s owner. To view art of a desert so vast and lonely, well, it certain made him feel less so.

The newscaster eventually left, checking into a hotel a block over, running back to his car once he realized he’d left his luggage behind. His phone was ringing non-stop, no calls yet from Ron but plenty from the ones that claimed to have raised him. He turned the ringer off, dragging his suitcase into the elevator and ascending to the fifth floor.

His heart beat dully in his hollow chest, frowning as he stared out his window that overlooked the city. The guy at the front desk said it looked prettier in the daylight. Warren would have to take his word for it.

#no crime only brooches au #fanfic #fanfiction #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfic #warren stone #hypnopotamus #hypnowarren #hippoworm #tw death mention #a sad man alone in canada

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briantravels60 · 2 years ago

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Day 9 – Ottawa to Plantegenet – 62 km

Trail: Mostly flat; 71 m up, 83 m down; 11 km paved, 51 km unpaved; A

I spent last night in an Ottawa jail (originally spelled gaol) built in 1862.

It was converted to a hostel in 1973 and is called the Saintlo Ottawa Jail Hostel. The cell was small but the bed was comfortable. Sheets, pillow, blanket, soaps, and a good breakfast were provided. Recommended for one night. A lower cost alternative is the Ottawa Backpackers Inn.

Getting out of Ottawa seemed so easy. I just got on the path and followed the river. Unfortunately, I realized, after about 25 minutes, that the river had turned south and I wanted to go east. I had to backtrack. Fortunately, the trail system in Ottawa is so well developed that I was able to jump on other trails and zigzag my way right back to the trail. Just a little extra time needed. It was also very cool to see so many people on the trails going to work, shopping, exercising, some riding as couples, some with children.

As if bears weren’t enough. I had to worry about wild parsnips. There were no signs warning of bears, so these parsnips must be quite dangerous. I rang my bell periodically and fortunately didn't see any.

The trail was excellent again today. Once I got out of Ottawa, the surface was hard packed fine gravel.

The bridges had surface boards turned perpendicular to travel so that there was no risk on catching a tire in a crack and having a spill. The trail ran primarily through flat farmland, through the towns of Notre-Dame-des-Champs, Navan, and Bourget. To buy food I had to leave the trail and ride into town. Not a big deal.

There were plenty of squirrels on the trail today (and previous days as well). They would seemingly wait until I was close then they would run across the trail in front of my bike, then look back and stick out their little tongues. These are the daredevils of the TCT.

Of historical note, was the Bourget train station. Originally built in 1893, it is one of the few remaining train stations of its era. Unfortunately it is falling into disrepair.

The trail was referred to as Route 3 East in Ottawa. On the outskirts of Ottawa I turned onto the Prescott & Russell Link Pathway which became the Prescott Russell Recreational Trail after 25 km.

I decided to take to not take the northern horseshoe route of the TCT. The route along the Prescott Russel Recreational Trail was 325 km shorter, flatter and more direct. I acknowledge that I gave up a much more scenic route.

There were a handful of bikepackers on the trail today. I met Daniel from Quebec City on his way to Vancouver, about 5,500 km (over 3,000 miles) and Dave who was riding from St. Catharines, Ontario to the New Brunswick border. Wow, humbling.

I was struck (not physically) by a woman that rode past me today. She passed me like a Porsche on the Autobahn. I thought that I was riding at a pretty good speed but she was really going fast and she was possibly twice my age. She must have a really good bike.

My timing was good today. I got to Plantegenet just before the heavy rain started. It had rained lightly in the afternoon, but not long. It was nice to not have to ride in heavy rain.

I am now in Frenglish Canada. It's amazing to people speaking in both English and French in the same sentence. Even with Duolingo I'm having a tough time understanding.

#transcanadatrail #sainteannedebeaupre #hiking #biking #travel #camino #ottawa #sentiertranscanadien #Plantegenet

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fleurcareil · 2 years ago

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West Quebec: Papinau-Labelle, Lac Simon and Mont-Tremblant

On the last morning in Ottawa I met my friend Claire (namesake of my sister!) for breakfast during which we caught up on our respective lives, including her recommendation to continue writing the blog foremost to record my experiences for my own benefit as the risk of prolonged traveling is that memories become a bit of a blur... I also use it as a motivation to take pictures & then redact them to the few I want to post, so that I don't end up with hundreds of pics never looked at again. Before leaving Burlington, I went through two boxes of photos that I had carried with me for the last 20 years of which I got ~300 digitized, and also triaged the many Facebook and WhatsApp pictures, so that I now finally have a collection of photos that I really like and can put on a digital photo-frame once I move to Chile.

The sun was gone in Ottawa and when I drove north I was getting concerned about whether I was driving straight into the forest fires and poor air quality, however luckily it didn't get worse and the sun broke through eventually. I spent the afternoon driving through the Réserve faunique de Papineau-Labelle, which is a wilderness area mostly used for hunting deer and moose. The roads are unpaved and sometimes get quite small, however I did cross 7 other cars which is not a lot but still reassuring I was not completely alone 😊. The beach of Lac Echo was very attractive in its stillness with only some robins taking a bath, but I didn't feel like paddling so instead went up an observation tower and saw... moose!! I love it when it's advertised that you might see something and that it then actually happens! The two moose (a large one and the other smaller = younger/female?) were munching in the water on the other side of the marsh however I could see them clearly in my binoculars and the distance allowed me to move around freely and eat my own lunch while watching them. I've seen moose a few times before but their sheer size keeps impressing me. On the drive out, I suddenly saw what seemed to be two ostriches running ahead of me until I realized they were turkeys on their high legs jumping up & down for higher speed, funny to see!

At the Lac Simon campsite, I sat on the beach with a beer to watch the sun go down, however it disappeared behind the smog early on. I've become BFFs with my newest garment: the buff as it's really effective in preventing mosquitos getting to my neck... I must confess I never thought buffs to be cool (apologies to Debbie who's a big fan) but I'm starting to see their value now. I promise not to complain about mosquitos for the next 4 months however I'm still adjusting to my new reality of having hundreds of "friends" wherever I go, who like a stray dog keep following me without being able to shake them off 😜. In the morning, I got bitten twice in my right eyelid while in the washroom so there's no refuge anywhere!

Back at Papineau the next day, I went on a 9k return hike to Mont Devlin which has undoubtedly a beautiful viewpoint had it not been masked by the smoke. Just when I got there, I heard the first thunder rumbling so it ended up a mini-stay at the top and then record speed back down... The rain started before I got to the end, but protected by the forest I arrived mostly dry at the car. Rolling thunder continued for a bit and then suddenly stopped whilst the sun came back out! My campsite did seem to have received quite a downpour but luckily everything in my tent stayed dry and most of the "living room" stuff too. Phew! Reading a Canadian Geographic magazine for a few hours over a cup of tea was a welcome rest. Early bed tonight :)

Waking up with slight rain, I packed everything before taking a shower, and thought that I had covered my face sufficiently with buff/hat/scarf/sunglasses to avoid being bitten without needing to spray... BIG mistake! Turned out that midgets had gone under my glasses & bitten the hell out of me. Started ok, but the eyelid ended up swelling so much for the next two days that it was really impacting me (you'll see my droopy eyes in the pics), but it's luckily getting better now after some medications. Could not have been a better timing though as I spent two days at ALICE, which consists of the lovely Ivan-Cynthia family with their three daughters and grandparents. Their house in Mont-Tremblant is so comfortable that apart from little errands, including a visit to the new Canadian Tire store 😊, I just hung around the kitchen table with a cup of tea which allowed me to recharge again. It made me realize that I should break up my camping more frequently with hotel stays to allow some recuperation from the constant work at a site to make a cup of tea, set up/pack the tent, do dishes etc. Queue: my next 2 nights at the national park of La Mauricie got cancelled because of the fire risk, so am going to Quebec City instead.

Although I didn't go on any hikes, Ivan showed me around the Mont-Tremblant village and resort area which are stunning in summer (I had only been twice to ski), and also explained how it is to live there with amazing municipal programs for the kids, constant outdoor activities and a lively community, which make it a great place to live. No wonder that they're staying, I would too if I were not on my own way already! 😎

This concludes my first week of the road trip; been great so far although also got to re-evaluate my accommodations strategy to ensure that I keep my energy levels high!

Wildlife: 2 moose (Papinau), 2 turkeys (Papineau), 2 deer (Tremblant)

SUPs: none, too cold

Hikes: two at Papinau

Driven this week: 824 km

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rabbitcruiser · 2 months ago

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National Maple Syrup Day

Many people, even lovers of this delicious liquid gold, don’t know maple syrup has its own day dedicated to learning about and celebrating it!

So, before delving into the history of and the most popular thing to put on pancakes, waffles, French toast and more, it’s probably a good idea to take a moment to thank the maple trees for the sap that becomes the sweet syrup that everyone knows and loves today!

That’s the whole focus of National Maple Syrup Day!

History of National Maple Syrup Day

National Maple Syrup Day was created to celebrate the amber substance people have all come to know and love. Much of the maple syrup that most people experience today is almost always manufactured in Canada, but even the United States has its own maple syrup production area–mostly surrounding the northeastern states, such as Vermont, but also other northern states, like Michigan.

Maple syrup is a substance that’s usually made from the xylem sap of a few different varieties of the maple tree, including the sugar maple, red maple, or black maple tree, although it can be made from other species of maple as well. In cold climates, these trees store starch in their trunks and roots before the winter. The starch is then converted to sugar that rises in the sap in late winter and early spring, bringing with it a delightfully sweet flavor.

Maple trees are tapped by drilling holes into their trunks and collecting the exuded sap. This sap is then processed by heating it to evaporate much of the water, leaving the concentrated syrup. In earlier times, maple syrup was first collected and used by the indigenous people of North America.

According to aboriginal oral traditions, as well as archaeological evidence, maple tree sap was being processed into syrup long before the Europeans arrived in the region. Perhaps the Europeans, who eventually settled there, actually learned the refinement process from the indigenous people who had been living on that land for centuries.

Legends exist of when maple syrup was first created, one of the more popular legends tells of how maple sap was used in place of water to cook venison served to the chief of the tribe.

Another story of the Chippewa and Ottawa peoples goes that one of their gods saw that his people were becoming too lazy to hunt and only wanted to drink the maple syrup directly from the trees. So he cast a spell on them to make them watery, requiring them to work hard prior to being able to enjoy the syrup!

Now, the Canadian province of Quebec is by far the largest producer of maple syrup, contributing to more than seventy five percent of the world’s output of maple syrup. After Canada, the United States takes a close second.

How to Celebrate National Maple Syrup Day

To celebrate this day, all it takes is to find a few ways to indulge in this rich, tree-blood based syrupy delight! Try out these different ideas or come up with some other unique ways:

Enjoy Maple Syrup for Every Meal

Start by making a breakfast that would go well with real maple syrup. For example, pancakes, waffles, French toast, and crepes would all be an excellent choice to start off this National Maple Syrup Day celebration.

For lunch, make a PBMS (Peanut Butter and Maple Syrup) sandwich. Instead of jelly, we will use maple syrup in its place, and enjoy the rich, sweet goodness.

For dinner, it would be possible to use maple syrup as a glaze for ham (not just for the holidays), as a side dipping sauce for sushi, or even a topping for vegetables (such as carrots or sweet potatoes) for anyone who might feel like it.

Learn Fun Facts About Maple Syrup

Get on board with National Maple Syrup Day by sharing interesting facts and tidbits that many people won’t know about it. It’s a great way to learn a bit more and educate the people around you as well! Here are a few fun facts to get started with:

One gallon of maple syrup requires gallons of syrup to make. This is because the sap comes out of the tree very watery and requires a heating process to turn it into actual, pure maple syrup. And since a single tree produces between 5 and 15 gallons of sap each year, it can take a few trees just to produce one gallon of syrup.

Maple trees that make syrup are pretty old. In fact, they usually are not ready to be tapped for syrup until they are around 45 years of age. That’s pretty old to just be getting started in a career. The good news is that a maple tree can yield sap for around 100 years–so their life span is pretty good!

Retrieving sap from maple trees requires particular weather conditions, where the ground is very cold at night and then warms up during the day. These fluctuations in temperature creates positive and negative pressure to get the sap flowing.

Indigenous people not only taught the European settlers about making maple syrup, but they also taught them to preserve meat through the use of maple curing, which is functional and delicious.

Stay Healthy with Maple Syrup

While some people might avoid maple syrup because it is a bit on the sugary side, those are not empty calories (like maple-flavored syrups). Maple syrup actually offers a few different nutrients to the body, such as zinc, calcium, potassium and magnesium, as well as antioxidants. As long as it is used in small quantities, maple syrup can be a smart way to provide a bit of sweetness to a healthy diet.

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Discover the Best Breakfast and Brunch at Egg Club Ottawa Downtown

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months ago

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"Marvellous Progress by Unemployment Camps," Kingston Whig-Standard. May 15, 1934. Page 3. --- Project 42 a Revelation - One of Wisest Moves on the Part of the Federal Government. ---- One of the wisest and most thoughtful measures which the Federal Government has taken in connection with the unemployment problem, which has faced Canada during the past few years, was the establishment at strategic paints of unemployment camps for single men. Two of these camps have been established just outside of Kingston, and on Monday morning the publishers of The Whig-Standard had the pleasure of being shown over Project No. 42 by the officer in charge, Brigadier W. B. Anderson, CMG, DSO, D.O.C. Military District No. 3. This project was established Just one year ago, and the progress which has been made in twelve months is nothing short of marvel.

The camp is located on what will eventually be the headquarters of the Royal Canadian Corps of Signals, which is at present established as Camp Borden, and all the work is being done with a view to a permanent establishment in its new location.

Naturally, the first work undertaken was the building of temporary quarters for the men. Seven dormitories were erected and each dormitory holds sixty-three men. They are well equipped with comfortable beds and attached to each dormitory is a large wash-room.

Model of Cleanliness The dining-room for the men is large, airy and comfortable and a model of cleanliness. Everything has been done to make the men happy and comfortable. There is a lending library of books, a small gymnasium and a shower bathroom. The shower bathroom is unique in that the water is mixed to a proper temperature in the boiler-room before it goes to the baths, making it unnecessary to have more than one valve for each shower. A record is kept and each man must take at least one bath a week. As a result of this careful system of inspection there has been no vermin in the camp. The men are given regular issues of clothing and shoes from the stores. Their shoes are kept in good condition in the shoe repairing department.

Camp Self-contained A very interesting feature of the camp life is its self-containment. It has its own waterworks; the water is pumped up from the River St. Lawrence, is chlorinated and filtered and tested periodically. A plentiful supply of pure water is always available and there has been very little sickness in the camp all through the winter.

The camp has its own laundry. Each man's garments are numbered and his laundry work treated individually. Nine hundred pieces a day are handled and the work is all done by a staff selected from the men in the camp.

The spirit of the camp is excellent. There is no military discipline and the very best feeling exists. The work hours are from eight to twelve and from one to five. After five o'clock, the men are free to do just as they please and are under no restriction, They are also free to leave permanently at any time. It is Interesting to note in this connection that the camp is not at present up to strength. It will maintain five hundred men and this has been the number taken care of during the winter. At the present time the total strength is only four hundred and seventy, how- ever, and Brigadier Anderson stated that at the present time neither Kingston, Ottawa, nor Oshawa had any more men available for the camp.

Excellent Meals The men are clothed, well-housed and well fed. Excellent meals are provided. The men were just about to sit down to dinner as the representatives of The Whig-Standard were leaving on Monday, and the food which was being served out was most appetizing The menu for Mon day was as follows:

Breakfast: Rolled oats, pancakes and syrup, bacon, bread, butter and

Dinner: Soup, beef, potatoes, fresh vegetables, pudding, cake, bread, butter and tea

Supper: Stew of hash, potatoes, apple sauce, cake, bread, butter and tea.

Meals equally as good are served every day and in looking over the menus for one week, it was noted that the diet is not only a most nourishing one but is varied from day to day. During the winter the men were given a treat when the Dominion Government sent down over twelve tons of buffalo meat from Wainwright Park, Alta.

The Permanent Work The most important feature of the work of Project No. 42 is, of course, the permanent work which is being done in connection with the establishment here of the Canadian Signal Corps. An excellent metal road way has been built. A waterworks plant and a sewage disposal plant are in the course of construction The latter will be built along most modern lines and all the sewage will be treated and purified before it empties into the river. In connection with the waterworks system a fire protection tank has also been, erected in which is continually stored five or six thous and gallons of water.

The permanent buildings of the Canadian Corps of signals will be most delightfully situated. The officers' mess and the permanent quarters of the officers will be erected on the sloping bank of the St. Lawrence River and will command a magnificent view. At the present time work is being concentrated upon one of the barracks which is being built in the shape of an H. Each of the wings of the letter H will contain dormitories, while the centre bar will have rooms for the sergeants, bathrooms and other conveniences. This bar- racks la being built of reinforced concrete and is completed up to the first floor. The work has practically all been done by unskilled men and is a testimony to the conscientious enthusiasm which they must have put into it. The "forms" are now erected for the second storey which will be built of cement blocks, all of which have been made on the premises. A heating plant will be put in which will arrive all the buildings.

In connection with the work twenty-four horses have been used all winter. These horses have been rented from farmers of the district at relief rates of 400 a day. They have been well fed, well stabled and well treated and have had veterinary attention under Col. Tamblyn and his staff. As the work progresses, of course, it is expected that skilled in labor will have to be employed and already quite a number of Kingston mechanics are on the job. The open stretch of land alongside the permanent roadway will be the parade ground, and at one end will be the permanent offices of the Signal Corps.

12,000 Trees Planted A feature which we would like to mention, which is due to the thoughtfulness of Brigadier Anderson, is the planting of 12,000 trees on each side of highway No. 2 from the end of the "Barriefield cut" clear through to the Brooks and McLelland farms. Cedar, pine and Carolina poplars have been planted under the supervision of the Ontario Department of Forestry, and in a few years these will form a fine avenue of trees which will become at one and the same time a delightful approach both to the headquarters of the Canadian Corps of Signals and to the city of Kingston.

The operation of Project No. 42 and the work that has been done is one upon which we feel Brigadier Anderson should be heartily congratulated. These projects are a moment to the humanitarian attitude with which the Federal Government approached the problem of the single unemployed man. The success of the two Kingston camps No. 42, under the direction of Brigadier Anderson, and No. 37 under the direction of Brigadier Elkins, D.8.0, are a testimony to the wise, sympathetic and understanding manner in which these distinguished military men have administered them.

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236: New Swears // Funny Isn't Real

Funny Isn't Real New Swears 2013, Bruised Tongue (Bandcamp)

For all its stultifying reputation as a drab, bureaucratic, suspiciously clean town, in the ‘00s and ‘10s Ottawa had a thriving garage and punk rock scene. Even so, New Swears, the band that came closest to breaking out of that scene, was an outlier. Born in the basement of their (wretched, gross) shared home, the Fun Boy Clubhouse, New Swears started life as a Black Lips clone playing joke songs for their friends. Before long they were getting gigs around the city, with seemingly every show debuting a new gimmick: huge wigs and sunglasses; spraying the audience with so much soda and breakfast cereal that the floor became a glutenous bog; crawling on stage dressed like accident victims (it was not Halloween); forming a human pyramid in the middle of a song. New Swears shows were colourful, sticky, boozy parties, and people came out for a spectacle nobody else in Ottawa was even attempting. Within a year of forming, the boys had also come up with ten nearly perfect garage punk songs that shared early Black Lips’s campy, slack, sleeve-hearted take on the form, with a hyper-local twist.

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Their musical shtick (shitty but expressive gang vocals, thin twanging guitar sound, mock heroic solos) doesn’t obscure that these guys had a great ear for hooks, the kind of hoser rock that sounds brilliant driving too fast down a bumpy dirt road or shotgunning beers in a snowy backyard. A lot of this is in the service of jokes in questionable taste: the peppy, Kinksy “Pig Farm” is about stinky notorious serial killer Robert “Willy” Pickton, while “Jon’s Coke” tells the story of a girl who thinks she’s as good as married to a dude because she did blow off his dick. (Notably, I’m pretty sure both of these tracks were briefly removed from streaming services for a minute in the late ‘10s during what I imagine was a sweat over being cancelled.) Occasionally the full brunt of the humour requires local translation, as on the rave up “See You in Hull,” which perfectly documents the experience of crossing the provincial border to get booze in Québec where the drinking age is 18 instead of 19. (Word to Québec Classiques cigarettes.) But there’s also a dose of what my buddy Logan calls Sunday Morning Existentialism to “Paradise,” an ambivalent ode to getting fucked up that hides a quietly brutal chorus in plain sight: “All this alcohol is bad for my brain / But it’s legal, it’s legal / All this dirt won’t wash off my face / ‘Cause it’s bruises and these bruises won’t go away.” And tucked away at the end is “Two Darts,” one of the most boyishly cute punk love songs ever recorded.

I’m a part of that small cult that’s heard these songs hundreds of times, but also a part of that smaller sub-cult of people who were never friends with these guys, perhaps barely friends of friends, which is as disconnected as its possible for two points to be in such a small music community. There was eventually a micro-backlash against them, as is inevitable for a band in their position: too many young people got too fucked up for too long at the Funhouse for bad feelings not to find some cause, and there was always muttering about some of the boys coming from households in the well-heeled suburb of Kanata with too much money for their acting out to seem charming. But they were also catching on right as I was coming out of a long, aimless depression and seeing Ottawa as if for the first time. I threw myself headlong into local music and poetry, and it rewarded me with a life I’m a lot happier with than what I had before. I had some of the best times I’ve ever had at New Swears gigs, and I’ll always have this pimply little record in part to thank for it.

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Medals: (Highest Rank to Lowest) Medal of Honor, Victorian Cross x2, Distinguished Flying Cross, Legion of Merit, Order of Merlin - First Class x2, Bronze Star Medal, Atlantic Campaign Medal - Bronze oak leaf device, European Campaign Medal,

It's February 14th, 1975. A dark glimpse night on Valentine’s day in Arnhem, Holland. Members of the Order of the Phoenix fighting Death Eaters in the streets along with members of the Danish Auros, up in the night skies, both sides took a moment to look up in the clouds, all they hear the engine sound of a Bristol Pegasus 30 from a Swordfish MK II chasing after Death Eaters in attempting to shoot it down. A black and dark blue coating can be seen on the bird as it swoops down to the building’s top-level as it continues the chase. Dogging charms, jinxes, and curses in the attempt of hitting the bird down, from both grounds and behind, was surpassed by the tail gunner’s dual 30 cal. Her name inspired the admiration of dread, and it’s heard on everyone’s lips. A name that holds as much fame and respect from the Order of the Phoenix. She was an ace beater of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, rejected joining the Order ten times, descendent from a military family, and was among the highly decorated daredevil pilots of the 101st Bomber Regiment earning a Medal of Honor. Her name was Diana “Kelly” Tim.

Born on July 10th, 1960, in Ottawa, Canada, she was raised in a middle household. Her real name wasn’t Diana; it was Madeline Karmigel. Her father, Stijn Karmigel, was a veteran pilot for the RAF, joined the Dutch Air Force at the age of seventeen and a half while lying about being the age of eighteen, he was able to pass flight school on his first try having a passion of flying the new monoplanes the Hawker Hurricanes and the Supermarine Spitfires; instead he was placed in gunner of a B-17 the “Flying Fortress” part of an exchange program he volunteered to be sent over to the RAF in the upcoming bombing to support the landing of Normandy. After the war, he oversaw the Berlin Airlift operation of ensuring no cargo was left behind before take-off and had enough fuel to make the entire trip back. During the war, he met and married a radio operator Annabella James. They both met in a bar in London while Stijn was on leave; they both got along very well after Annabella found Stijn drunk and passed out at the bar table after drinking just one bottle of spirits. She took him to her house for the night; the following day, Stijn woke up on the couch as Annabella came over to feed him breakfast. They got married on December 24th, 1944, in Ottawa, Canada, where they both stayed there for the rest of their life. Annabella had a miscarriage at the age of twenty-two; she didn’t get pregnant again till in her mid-thirties; she gave birth to Madeline Karmigel on July 10th, 1960. That date was referenced to the first day of the Battle of Britain. And a year later, have a sister named Isabella Karmigel on December 7th, 1961.

Throughout her childhood, the parents decided to move back into London when Madeline was just five years old, by the time she reached the age of six; she attended St Michael’s Primary School throughout her childhood; teachers described her as “Too over-eager and aren’t very ladylike” Madeline would show off her acrobatic skills on the playground one her stunts was balancing herself on top of the monkeys’ bars on the sides, when the teachers confront her, she front flip on the ground in front of them, and was later taken to the deans and have her parents called which they didn’t seemed to mind. Madeline started to develop strange feelings; she began to pick up objects with just her index finger and turn her mom’s water into red wine from red wine to a rabbit; it was then she was approached by Dumbeldore and told her that she was preselected of becoming a Witch and attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In her first year at Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw, where she met Amelie Lacroix and Rachel McCaffrey. She took up Potion and Flying Lessons, taking on deadly stunts when she was told not to, “apparently” knocked out a Slytherin boy after calling one of her classmates a “Mudblood'' on her broomstick; she was noticed by Madam Hooch of trying out for Ravenclaw Quidditch Team as a Beater, being the first youngest Beater to be part of the Quidditch team. She was given the nickname “Hitter Helen'' by her team, known for beating her opponent with a quick dive with a blunt to the head, making them have a head concession. A year later, she was able to pull some strings from her couch of letting her sister become a beater. Still, Madam Hooch insists on having Isabella join after Isabella showed off her standing on her broomstick as if she was surfing on it and dodging pixies fairies at her by her classmates. Within two weeks before Madeline and Isabella’s first Quidditch match with the Ravenclaws faced Gryfindore resulted in a defeat after Amelie broke her arm after James Potter forced her broom to crash to get the golden snitch. The three girls stayed up all night watching and reading up on WW2 fighter tactics that involved using Basic Fighter Maneuvers, training their minds on situational awareness for incoming Bludgers or Quaffle balls by renting the Quidditch Stadium for practices every Friday after school.

In their fifth year at Hogwarts. During their Quidditch match. A tampered Bludger knocked Isabella off her broom, aiming for her head and falling to her death. Madeline was shedding tears as she hugged her dead sister into her arms Dumbeldore and McGonagle tried to calm her down, but they didn’t want to provoke her. The entire school shared their condolences to Madeline with a wreath on her casket inscribed in “To our gallant and worthy Beater.” James, Remus, Seirus, and Peter came up to Amelie, McCaffrey, Elizabeth, Cathrine, and Madeline two weeks after the funeral. James told Madeline that he wanted to “clear” the air and wanted to go on a date with her; Amelie snapped and slapped him across the face. The girl walks away. In the following months, Madeline developed deep depression by going to the Three Broomsticks every Friday to get drunk on butterbeer, staying up late during curfew on a Sunday, two sudicel attempts were made yet failed after McCaffrey was able to come to her senses.

The following fall, Woodrood has sent an Aide-De-Camp at Hogwarts to recruit potential JOCS Candidates; Woodrood picked their loyal officer for the job, Lieutenant William Tim, a Senior Guardsmen of the 229th Royal Guard, and soon to be war hero of the Devil’s Brigades, known for his leadership and being the 7th Generation to become an Officer. He was looked upon dimly by the schoolgirls in his Class A in his crusher caps. Despite all the girls asking him to go on a date, William kindly accepts every gift and love letter yet discards the letters into the fire, taking it as hospitality from them. But one letter he kept was from Madeline:

“With my regard, Lieutenant. Most of my classmates when they first laid eyes on you in your Class As it reminds me of my parents, during their time in the Second World War, father was a RAF bomber crew, yet had experience flying Spitfires during the Battle of Britain, me mom was a radio operator. Though she may have “kidnapped” my father when they first met (story for another time) I've been through hell and still am after the death of my little sister during Quidditch and decided to write a narrative, still haven't worked on a title yet. I'll send you a copy, if I can come up with a title… Best wishes, Madeline Karmigel.”

Touched by William, he decided to write her back by setting up a meeting in his office next to the staircase leading up to Dumbledore’s office. Amelie and McCaffrey had her dress picked out, but Madeline didn’t want to be fancy, so she wore her regular Ravenclaw school uniform. Madeline and William had a good time talking about the Royal Guard histories from the beginning, even the Royal Guards defeating Durmstrang in 1912 with the help of the 17th Royal Hussars, led by Captain Erika Von Miller. The following months. William called Amelie, Madeline, and McCaffrey to Dumbledore’s office.

William asked the three if they wanted to enlist as a commissioned officer, McCaffrey objected as she pursued becoming a potion specialist, Amelie and Madeline signed up for three months of JOCS courses the following summer. After graduation out of the 88th Cadet Corp in 1975 she decided to try out the Royal Guards as Lieutenant in the 17th Royal Hussars, being fitted in cavalry uniform, she enjoyed her time in office, change of pace from Hogwarts and getting to know Prince Connie on her off-duty and made her a member into the Royal Household, an honorary tile in Canada.

On October 1st, 1975, Queen Jessica declared war on Voldemort after an incident on the UoM campus triggered a lockdown and captured the suspect of a Death Eater spy as a Muggle college student attempting to kill the Muggle governor of Minnesota Wendell R. Anderson. Colonel Silaeva Vadimovna founded the first All Women 101st Bomber Regiment to carry out night raids attack in Swordfish MK II; she didn’t hesitate and signed up after being requested an transfer from the Guards to honor her father's time as an fighter pilot. With the control and stealth tactics she was made Wing Leader of the 401st, during her first mission on a night raid assault on Fjeld Consultant dock she was to lead her wings to staff the dock with rockets and machine guns. She didn't see this as a raid operation; it was vengeance. Flying at high speed, her wing women swoop down onto the dock targeting the docked ships and dock workers of Death Eaters and elves unloading stolen cargos. Madeline’s navigator spots an oil spill that leads to an oil tanker refueling on one of the docked ships. Madeline hands her a flare gun and aims at it with a precise shot setting it on fire; her spotter and gunner were awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross on that day. Madeline and William continued their relationship while at Hogwarts while on leaves grew even closer than before, continuing writing her legacy with a fitting title of her memoir and members of the 101st: No Bullets Fly.

She was approached by Lily Potter asking her to join D.A, “Like hell, I’d join.” She said, calmly rejecting her. Sirius Black later asked her, same response but throwing oil grease at him, gets court martialed for getting into a fight with the first two got cleared thanks to Amber being her lawyer, James Potter tried to apologize to her for the second time and asked her to join the D.A, she asked him to go on “recon” out in the city later taking James on a dangerous stunt by flying upside down causing James to pass out and dropping him safely out her plane over London on top of Big Ben. She adopted and changed her name to Diana, meaning beautiful, known for wearing her Class As off-duty. Later, she found out having quarter-veela attracting men on base, Silaeva punished them by working overtime for flirting with her ace pilot.

Amélie received a letter from her boyfriend at Hogwarts; Gérard, after finding out who’s behind her sister’s death. Lucius Malfoy. She was enraged, which fueled her to kill every Death Eaters she sees in every sortie from Norway to northern France racking up kills, 18 Death Eaters, 21 Snatchers, in total of 39 confirmed kills but this changed on her leave in France till she drove passed down Death Eater. Still in anger, she gets out, pulls out her pistol and aims at the wounded with a pistol in her hand as she walks up to the injured, the Death Eater took off her mask revealing a resemblance of her dead sister. They both have their moment. The Death Eater reaches into her pocket while Diana pulls the hammer back of her pistol till she pulls out a photo of herself before she becomes a Death Eater. She was a dropout at Durmstrang Institute and made a horrible mistake joining Voldemort’s cause; she was fifteen at the time. Helped her by getting her into a nearby town. She checked the Death Eater into a Muggle hospital and stayed by her side till she recovered. A few weeks went by as they played chess by her side, yet never exchanged their names once; she was already in trouble with Colonel Silaeva Vadimovna forgoing over her leave; she replied, saying, “Aiding a downed foe and a friend.” Silaeva kept it a secret from the other pilots. Madeline checked herself out, leaving the Death Eater asleep to rest. Returned to base where Mad-Eye Moody approached her; he inferious with her of aiding a “thug” and should be punished to Azaband. She shouted back, saying, “What if she and I have something in common? We could’ve had things for sewing, talking about boys, and marriages. You DA are nothing but a damn fool!” Followed by some “colorful language” she gets slapped by Moody and leaves the base by flying on his broomstick. At least she did the right thing. Flying after sorties after sorties she racked up more victories for her plane. Totaling to 10 victories, 80 Death Eaters and 65 Snatchers on Broomsticks with some being shared from her tail gunner’s.

After the war, she got a job at the Ministry in the Statue of Secrecy, working with the Canadian Secret Service and the Office of Strategic Service on a fourteen-year investigation regarding Project Tears, Catherine, and the possible scandal has been set from the Ministry and at Hogwarts. During her time, Diana and William got married and gave birth to a boy named Charlie Tim. William thought it'd be best to give their son what he wanted, but she kindly objected to him because they didn’t want to raise a spoiled baby in later life. They move onto 4th Privat Drive, about behind the backyard of the Dursley, William starts getting to know them, what they didn’t know, William and Diana were tasked by Dumbledore to keep an eye on them. They continue taking part in Canada's winter offensive in Europe, while Gerard and Amelie babysit Charlie while taking care of their own daughter, Gretchen. After a security breach in the 2nd Wizarding Republic, the OSS and the CSS lead by Director Amber Markle, launched an operation of finding and killing Corban Yaxley and Travis, both double agents for Voldemort who has fully blended in working as an Operative in the CSS. Yaxley fed the information to Lucius about Project Tear, a project that can give Witches and Wizards the ability to open a portal to spawn or go into from anywhere at any time beyond their dreams. Lucius decided to go after both Charlie and Gretchen because both Diana and Amelie were the people that were tested during the war. McCaffrey did more tests on both Charlie and Gretchen till she realized, Gretchen may have the ability to open Tears but Charlie dosne’t as part of the DNA were genetically modified that only can see the Tears but can’t open, she figured out it has to be from Project Tears, she came to the conclusion that if the opposite sex loved one of another, granting them immortality meaning Charlie or Gretchen have to be in a relationship with each other.

McCaffrey informed Amber about Project Tears that they need Charlie and Gretchen alive, she agreed to help and dispatched her own bodyguards of 1SSF and 1st Raider Detachments. William and Diana went to Gerard and Amelie’s house to find them both almost broken and the crib were empty, both Charlie and Gretchen were missing. Diana took out her anger on Bellatrix after Elizabeth and Cole told them that Alice and Frank’s house were being attacked by Death Eaters. The kids were found unharmed, the stressed mothers and legendary pilots can lay rest After many days of disappearance.

Every year, on her dead sister’s birthday, she visits the grave of Isabella to lay a poppy flower and would spend the whole day grieving and wanting to be by her side when it is time; she’d continued visiting her grave since Charlie started Hogwart. She began to wonder what happened to the Death Eater that she saved all those years ago as a Night Bomber; during her search, Diana was diagnosed with Tuberculosis after showing symptoms of coughing out a lot of blood, passing out during court hearings and some of the official meetings to the point she had to be taken to St Mungo's Hospital for her treatment, it became contagious the nurses didn’t have enough resources to contain it. Still, they had McCaffrey giving her a serum to make her life just a bit longer before it wears off. In 1994 Diana received a letter from a Witch named Lyudmila Kaloyanova Ileva. She explained that she was the Death Eater that Diana saved. They met on the same day as Woodrood’s unofficial arrival at Hogwarts after Durmstarng and Beubaxtion arrived two weeks earlier, soon the stories of their encounter grew that caught attention of the Daily Prophet and the Daily Bulges were going head to head, which they wanted to have a chance to get a slice of the interview. Lyudmila and Diana decided to have both of them do the discussion but on one condition. It has to be a truthful and not a fake story about their meeting. They all went down to the Three Broomsticks to their discussions; everything was going well till Rita Skeeter asked Diana, “What made you think making friends with a Death Eater was a good idea?” Diana snapped, got up, grabbed Rita by the hair, and threw her into the snow leaving just the Daily Bulges; prior to the interview, Gretchen already had blackmail on Rita and wouldn't hesitate to expose her as an unregistered Animagus to the Daily Bulges, which Rita of course being Rita she is. Goes on slandering Diana's exploit. After the interview the Daily Bulges would publish both Diana and Lyudmila's story to the world, the Daily Prophet would get slander letters not just from their own people but also got the American, Canadian even the Queen of Wizarding Prussia got involved calling Fudge "Fat walrus taking the fame and respects for the respected pilots of doing the right thing" followed by letters of hateful language and even one letters was sent to the Head of the Daily Prophet with a mustard gas also in a package which was sent by both Julia and Cindy in retaliation but they were never traced back to them. Minister officials even Fudge himself battered Diana for making friends with a Death Eater calling her out as a “Traitor.”

Diana shot back with similarities of Charlie Brown and Franz Stigler’s encounters. Fudge had a reality check afterward and went to the Three Broomsticks to get drunk. After the backlash, Diana gave Lyudmuial her finished book with an special inscription that said: “In 1975, I lost my only sister during a Quidditch match, but during my leave. I have a chance to save a down Death Eater resembling my dead sister. I may not earn a Prefect or become Head Girl. I got something even better. Your sister, Diana.” The following day, she, Amelie, Charlie, William, Princess Connie, and now retired Silaeva Vadimovna presented her the Medal of Honor in front of the whole school during dinner at the Grand Hall. What happened, during the last day of the war, she stopped a hijacked train in Holland carrying the Muggle Prime Minister by firing her plane at the engine boiler, forcing it to stop and strafing the Death Eaters, knowing it was a suicide run might potentially hit the Prime Minister. She and Lyudmila were invited back into Holland for a memorial ceremony of the 101st Bomber Regiment in Arnhem, Holland, the exact spot where both DA, 101st Bomber Regiments, and the Danish Auro fought Voldemort’s Followers in a deadly four weeks of hell. But most of the credits went to the 101st for being forgotten of the heroes of the Wizarding World.

In 1995 both firm now friends went on their final flight just months before the Second Wizarding War broke out, she fought a woman named Bellatrix Lestrange at the Department of Mysteries; before the fight, she became very sick as she went over to her desk to take out her service pistol, Kingsley tells Diana to stand down and stay behind but she said that'll be her last fight and ready to die, during the fight, she was coughing till she sees Charlie was about to be hit with the killing curse, she threw herself in front of Charlie and fell into the portal. Diana Tim died at the age of thirty-six. Amelie, Gretchen, and Charlie go to Lyudmila’s house and tell her that Diana’s life is taken away. She snaps and goes after Igor for being a death eater by suffocating him in his sleep. Lyudmila cornered Bellatrix in an alleyway at Knockturn Alley, raised her wand, and then a flashing green light can be seen reflected in the sky. Lyudmila became the next victim to die. Lyudmila was also thirty-six.

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