#Terra Nova Coffee

[alchemypanda]

Skye always considered herself to be very professional, but when family friend and father figure Nathaniel Taylor asks her to represent his notorious son the last thing she thought would happen is she'd fall for the troubled man.

[outhaulscheme]

20 for hilleddie ❤️

20. Clumsy attempts at flirting

Gregory didn’t consider himself a history buff, but he had a thing for acts of heroism in the looming face of disaster. Sully Sullenberger’s Flight 1549, of course. The 1983 Soviet false alarm incident. And, a perennial favorite: the Antarctica expeditions.

“Have you heard of Lawrence Oates?” Gregory asked Jacob in the break room. Ideally, this line of questioning would generate a very agreeable series of events. Jacob would say no. Gregory would tell Jacob about the Antarctic explorer Lawrence Oates. Impressed by Gregory’s history knowledge, Jacob would leave the interaction thinking, Gregory is so smart. This compels me to start picking up on the increasingly obvious signs that he, Gregory, is romantically interested in me, Jacob.

Instead, Jacob raised his eyebrows and said, “The Terra Nova expedition, right? ‘I am just going outside, and may be some time’?”

Gregory’s heart sank. “Yeah,” he said. “He sacrificed himself for the rest of his party.”

“But they all died from hypothermia anyway,” Jacob said. “Honestly, I feel like Britain clung to these narratives of individual heroism out of, like, nationalism?” He took a sip of his coffee. “Still, it’s a fun story. I didn’t take you for a history guy, Greggeroni.”

“Oh, I dabble here and there,” Gregory said. He suppressed a wince. I dabble here and there? Come on, Gregory.

“I guess that’s just another thing we have in common! No wonder we’re best friends!” Jacob said brightly. He clapped Gregory on the shoulder and got up from the sofa, taking his coffee mug to the sink. “I gotta run in a min’, but I’ll see you on the flippity-flip.”

Gregory watched as Jacob shot him finger-guns. He continued watching as Jacob rinsed his coffee mug and headed out the door. This had been a mistake. An unmitigated disaster.

Maybe next time, he would try telling Jacob about the Battle of Agincourt.

[jesslovesboats]

whats your fav historical boat and why ??:)

Hello 🙂 I'm so glad you've asked this question and I promise to be extremely normal about it 🙂

I can find something to love in almost every polar and/or nautical expedition, but nothing has captured my attention and my heart like the Karluk, the flagship of the Canadian Arctic Expedition.

The ship herself was a disaster. Built in 1884 as a fishing vessel, she was repurposed as a whaler in 1892, then acquired by Stefansson in 1913 for the bargain bin price of $10,000. The Karluk was uniquely unsuited for polar exploration-- she was old, rickety, and had what chief engineer John Munro described as a "coffee pot of an engine" that was so ineffective that icebreaking was out of the question. Captain Bartlett almost refused to take her north, but in the end, he acceded to Stefansson's demands. He would come to regret this decision.

In the least surprising turn of events ever, the Karluk became trapped in the pack only a month into the voyage, hundreds of miles from her destination. She remained there until she succumbed to the pressure of the ice and sank five months later, setting the stage for one of the most unbelievable survival stories in the history of polar exploration.

Why the Karluk? For me, it's that the ship was such a perfect metaphor for the expedition itself, which is not always the case! For example-- Terra Nova was overloaded and leaked like a sieve, but the expedition she supported was meticulously planned. Endurance could not withstand the pressure of the pack, but even so, her entire crew survived. The Karluk, though? A nightmare ship with a nightmare (derogatory) leader and a nightmare (affectionate) crew for a nightmare expedition. No part of this should have worked, and it's a miracle that anyone made it home. If not for the selfless actions and basic human decency of a select few crew members and the kindness and generosity of the Indigenous peoples of the Arctic, no one would ever know what happened to them.

Stefansson was simply the worst leader imaginable for a venture like this. He was smug, aloof, selfish, willing to play games with the lives of his men, and hopelessly out of his depth. He failed to adequately provision the expedition, a decision that would prove fatal. The crew he hired were a mix of polar veterans with substance abuse and/or ego problems, Indigenous people (including a family with 2 small children), untested men recruited off the docks, and inexperienced scientists not coping well with the rigors of exploration, among others. I need you to understand that these are my boys and I love them, but they were a MESS. The atmosphere on the Karluk and in the subsequent camps was a toxic sludge of fear and anger and paranoia and egos. No one here was elevated by their suffering, there was no code of honor keeping the men in line, and there were painfully few moral leaders setting examples for the others. With apologies to The Terror, survival was a nasty piece of business. To top it all off, Stefansson abandoned the Karluk and her crew after the ship became frozen in. He went on a "hunting trip" but conveniently failed to return. Leadership!

Hopefully this helps to explain why the Karluk is a perfect metaphor for this part of the Canadian Arctic Expedition. Only an old, crumbling whaler with a tiny, ineffective engine could have shepherded this disaster team to the shores of Wrangel Island. The Karluk was not the ship they needed, but she was the ship they had, and even Captain Bartlett grieved as she sank.

For more information, I highly recommend checking out The Ice Master by Jennifer Niven and Empire of Ice and Stone by Buddy Levy. I also Karlukpost regularly, and you can find my screeching in the Karluk tag.

I hope this answered your question, thanks for a fun ask! ❤️

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Icarus “Russ” Castellanos Species: Siren Occupation: Pizza Chef at Sly Slice Age: 26 Years Old Played By: Jake Face Claim: Brenton Thwaites

"Am I a monster? Or is this what it means to be a person?"

TW: Parental death

Icarus ‘Russ’ Castellanos is from a fierce, reclusive, and traditional siren colony along the northern coast of Newfoundland. His people hunt the fog covered seas for fisherman and adventurous sightseers in the wilderness of their island home in relative seclusion in their small town located deep in the woodlands of Terra Nova. Though Icarus was very different from his people. While it wasn’t uncommon to integrate within human cities, it was usually a means to an end, Feeding on human hearts. The young Icarus on his hunt found a homestead owned by an elderly couple, the two men musicians, one a singer/guitarist and the other a pianist. He’d often hide in the trees and tall grass and listen to their music for as long as they played. Taking keen interest in their strange instruments. Their songs and music were very unlike the birdsongs of his people and it enticed him.

So much did young Icarus’ curiosity grow that he began to sneak into the nearby town, adopting a disguise as a vagrant youth. Stopping by a diner with an old timey record player. He wasn’t fond of human food, but the waitress there always gave him free coffee, a treat he began to enjoy, the bitterness often staving off the craving for their beating hearts. He found joy in experiencing the culture of the humans. The vibrancies of their culture, the songs of their people, and the joy brought about by art and song. All of these things made Icarus’ heart full and he only wanted more. Yet his time in the city was incredibly lonely and with no place to stay he’d return to the woods and back to his people. He’d be lectured and scorned by his colony, told  that the only ‘enjoyment’ found from a human was in consuming their heart. This didn’t sit well with Icarus and those feelings festered a general feeling of ‘not belonging’ until he adventured out on his own.

Fleeing from his homeland he went far into the city of St. John. He donned his human disguise once more, venturing into the port city to see all that he could. Visiting cafes, museums, libraries, and seeing as many musical performances in the local area as he could. Taking stark note of the horrible stories written about his people, but at the same time fascinated by what the humans created, their art and song most of all! He would often scribble in a journal the things he had seen or whatever inspired him be it poems, art, or music. He found a natural drawing towards the latter, and through that interest Icarus found friends! The homeless, standoffish Icarus finds camaraderie in ‘not belonging’ with three humans. Davis, Luke, and Kayleigh. The four were good friends visiting many of the port's more ‘under the radar’ venues. He had learned that Kayleigh’s father went missing at sea, herself believing it was sirens. Though the other two often mocked her belief in ‘fairy tales’, Icarus harbored a growing belief that he was at fault. Recognizing why his people were seen as monsters, and why he too was one…

As the group grew closer Icarus would often show them his poems, drawing, and lyrics but never perform for them, fearing what would happen. However, he would eventually give into that peer pressure and accidentally enthrall them. He was sickened at how he enthralled his best friends, even more so by that mouth watering desire to consume their hearts as he’d done so many times in his youth. So scared of his own nature he fled, his friends none the wiser to their enthrallment. Icarus vowed to never sing again, especially not to his friends, though they would frequently ask to hear from his lovely singing voice again he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something bad happened. Continuously lying to his friends, they could never know the truth.

Despite his best attempts at concealment, the truth comes out eventually. During an incident where he and his friends visited a festival outside of town, his true form was revealed. Finding out first hand how mirrors show a siren's true form, his monstrous visage was revealed to Kayleigh when the two were exploring a haunted house and entered a house of mirrors. The panicked Kayleigh shrieked, and despite his best efforts to comfort her. Razor claws and dagger like teeth were of no comfort to a scared girl, His friends Davis and Luke jumped to her defense protecting her from Icarus, that meant her no harm. His friends saw him for what he really was… A monster. The look on their faces was all he needed to know he’d never be accepted amongst them, and so, heartbroken and sobbing, he flew. He flew until his wings hurt, across the land, across the sea, far enough away he couldn’t be recognized. Somewhere where his people were nothing but legends in books, and so he came upon Wickeds Rest.

To the people of Wicked's Rest, “Russ” is just a normal guy. A starving artist trying to make ends meet. The standoffish cook at Sly Slice though he’s not a big fan of the job he enjoys its simplicity, often thinking of the next chords to a song or the next line of a poem. He’s a music fan, often frequenting downtown before and after work. A frequent customer at The Vinyl Countdown, and MuertArte, and The Siren’s Song. His apartment near Harborside allows him to go out to the docks and cliffs and occasionally stretch his wings, and feast upon fish hearts (His substitute for human hearts). He’s a gentle soul and many would assume him quiet. It’s clear he’s passionate about his craft though rarely shares it, and when he does it will never be through a performance. He has a meager, simplistic life, though it’s clear he has more than one chip on his shoulder. Is Wicked's Rest a place he can finally find happiness? Or is it yet another tragic chapter waiting to end?

Character Facts:

Personality: Haunted, lonely, eloquent, sensitive, curious, gentle

Vastly prefers to go by ‘Russ’ as it's a more modern nickname. He barely responds to the name now, so accustomed is he to the nickname. 

A creative mind. He is often distracted thinking of his next poem, drawing, or cords of a song. Though he is loath to show others his work, it’s clear he’s passionate about it.

Frequents poetry slams, open mic nights, and small indie shows though he will never openly participate for fear of exposing himself as a siren. Though his heart yearns to participate, doing so would end badly.

Born to a siren colony to the northeast in Newfoundland, his family was particularly traditional, feeding off sailors that traveled too far into the dense fog and mist on an early morning. Icarus, however, was entranced by human culture and desired to live amongst them. Even venturing into the city of St. Johns on a few occasions. Meeting a few friends through mutual interests, though still learning human social cues he managed to endear a few humans to befriend him. When they wanted to hear his songs he’d been working on he accidentally enthralled them leading to them figuring out his identity. He was reamed as a monster, exposing his true form and his friends fled in terror. 

See’s himself and his people as monsters, but wants to overcome the traditions and nature his colony instilled in him. Working as a chef allows him to feast on scraps of meat and leftovers from the pizzeria. He adores fish and even though it’s nothing like a human’s heart. He claims to his family it’s just as good and he’s doing fine in Wicked’s rest. 

Adores Coffee and other bitter foods. Typically drinks his coffee black, finding the bitterness soothing the cravings for human meat. 

Has a few ‘bird’ like mannerisms. Often whistling when idle or cooking pizza in the back of Sly’s. Is particular about keeping clean, ‘preening’ over his jacket, clothing, and hair like a bird would its feathers. He likes to feed birds the leftover bread from Sly’s. He is uncomfortable around cats.

[littletinyissues]

25/2/24

Went downtown with mum today, walked a lot and managed to eat barely anything. Felt so good while everyone else was eating and I was clutching my coffee.

Went to the shops, got some clothes.

I got so many comments about my weight, from my mother, who usually goes on a rant about her weight and how she needs to lose so much of it while "you're one to talk, you're getting so skinny so easily"

As if it's easy.

Random women chimed in, I was holding a dress which was saying size small but it looked more like a medium and I said so. Apparently one woman next to me was shocked to have that be my issue while "looking like that". Another told me I could wear anything with this body.

It all went to hell -major breakdown in a fitting room at Terra Nova- when I had to switch from an xxs pair of pants to an xs one. This meal plan bollocks ruined everything and I'm still not back to where I was.

Alas.

Small rant because nothing exciting happens, the days do not pass and I feel like I can't achieve anything.

[freemase]

Mason couldn’t sleep.

It just wasn’t his usual phoenix proclivities that stopped him falling into slumber – he’d pushed himself to the limits on the training deck, went as hard as he could against anyone who was willing to take a match. Even Maddox, eyes alight, relishing the opportunity to repeatedly throw Mason to the mats still hadn’t been enough to dispel the restless energy plaguing him.

He was sore and tired and while his body yearned for rest, it was his mind that wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

His mind… and maybe something else square inside his chest that ached in a particular way he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

Fuck. He needed to rest. He needed to close his eyes and shut himself down enough so that he would at least not look like a corpse in front of the captain at their meeting in the next duty cycle. Mason was self-aware and vain enough to know without Cerberus’s continued maintenance, he wouldn’t always be a beacon of physical perfection.

And somehow, what the captain thought… mattered.

Mason didn’t know when it happened. He didn’t understand when his axis started to tilt. Somehow all the most important things he’d aligned himself to didn’t seem so important at all. All that was right was still right… but also just a little bit wrong

The last time he had felt like this, he had followed his instincts. He had listened to the voice screaming inside him and he’d walked away from his unit, from Cerberus. 

And he’d survived.

The band on his finger burned. He itched to take it off and then wondered why. It felt like a lie, just a cheap grab for normality in a time when the entire universe was falling apart. It was supposed to represent a promise, but it wasn’t a promise Mason wanted to keep anymore.

And fuck. That was the rub of it, wasn’t it? Absence hadn’t made the heart grow fonder. Absence had only proved to him he was better off this way.

He just... simply wasn’t in love with Sabre anymore.

He was in love with the Captain. He was in love with Isaac.

Surprisingly, the realization came with an overwhelming wash of relief. Once he had finally admitted it to himself, it felt less like a burden, less like a weight on his chest and more like simple this is how it is. It was an undeniable fact. The interest had always been there – Mason was curious about the captain for the sheer reason he wasn’t curious about Mason or his phoenix roots. At all. For Mason, the lack of interest had been refreshing. It was a boon. And then they started finding each other around the ship more – first the meetings, then the runs, the poker nights, the shared whispered burdens and the shared coffee – an occasional midnight bump-into-each-other-in-the-mess. Isaac had started to open up and so had Mase.

And he hadn’t had to fight for it.

He learned about the captain, his childhood on the farm, his spitfire for a mother, his hard fought battles as a part of the alliance – his climb through the ranks. Mason had learned other things too. Luca’s secret parentage, Isaac’s love of books, about the dogs he had waiting for him back on Terra Nova, his mildly embarrassed confession that sometimes he liked to play guitar alongside his son.

Mason had learned more about the captain in the space of a few weeks than he ever had about his husband in all the years he’d known him.

And the more he learned, the more he enjoyed and a little bit closer he got to the edge until he was helpless and slipping. He’d gone over and now here he was, smashed on the rocks.

And fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They were in the middle of a war, neither of them had time for this.

Still, Mason conjured up the captain’s face, his dark eyes, his tanned skin, his unmistakable wide jaw – when he frowned, Mason wanted to stand at his shoulder and offer support. When he laughed, Mason wanted to laugh right along with him.

How ridiculous to go and fall in love with a man Mason knew for a fact, was absolutely, utterly straight.

“He’s practically engaged to the fury,” Mason told his reflection in the mirror. “He’s straight. You’re being a fucking moron.”

His reflection agreed. But his reflection also showed him just how hard only the mere thought of the captain had made him.

It felt wrong, but it felt right too when Mason finally reached to take himself in hand. His thick cock was aching, already half hard at just the memory of the captain’s secret smile. Mason had been with a lot of men and women, passed around for his body in pleasure as much as for his body in a fight and a tiny part of him wished he could be the one to show the captain how good two men could be together. He’d show Isaac everything - strip him slowly, touch him everywhere, stroke him... delve into the places he’d probably never allowed himself to feel pleasure in.

God. Mason knew he could make it so good. Good enough to make him forget the Fury. Good enough to make him come back for more. Good enough that maybe, just maybe, he would allow Mason to claim him for good.

Mason sighed. It was a nice fantasy - if an utterly unachievable one. His interest dick before was now standing hard and proud and rock fucking hard. 

What the fuck was he supposed to do with this?

The captain wouldn’t know, surely, Mason told himself, curling his fist and giving a practised stroke – Mason was tired of trying to ignore it. Tired of trying to tell himself he was unaffected. Tired of the long nights lying tortured in his bed.

What the captain didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. He would never know Mason was there on his ship, jerking off to the memory of his voice, his broad shoulders, his knowing eyes and warm smile all the more precious for how rare it was.

The captain didn’t have to know. Mason’s absent husband didn’t have to know. It was only Mason, lingering in his weak shame and fierce desire holding his dick in his hands and grunting as his bed sheets splattered with load after load.

Eventually, he slept.

[alittletoosmarttobestraight]

✨get to know me better meme✨

I was tagged by @chris-pikes and @nomilkinmyteaplease

3 ships: HMS Terror, Terra Nova and... Jopson/Crozier

first ever ship: I don't remember but it might have been characters from A Picture of Dorian Gray

last song: something on the radio, I am not sure

last movie: The Menu, which I also did see at the cinema

currently reading: nothing/too many books that I am half way in and haven't finished

currently watching: None

currently consuming: I just drank a coffee, I need to make some breakfast

currently craving: I need the loo and then something to eat and then to change my bedsheets...

I'm tagging: Anyone, I don't care, you see this and want to do it, tag me in it and I'll read it <3

[alemdomestre]

CRIT & COFFEE: DAWN OF A NEW BREW

Prelúdio

Ano 120 A.C.C. – A Era do Café.

Era o último ano de uma era de ouro para a humanidade, ou assim acreditávamos. O ano 2034 D.C, agora conhecido como 120 A.C.C. (Antes da Cúpula de Café), foi marcado por uma insegurança crescente e um frenesi mundial. O planeta abrigava mais de 11 bilhões de almas, e todos compartilhavam um vício primordial: o café. A produção agrícola havia atingido seu limite, e os primeiros sinais de escassez abalaram civilizações. Os líderes do mundo, em pânico, decidiram enfrentar o que consideravam o maior desafio da era moderna: a ameaça à produção de café.

Medidas draconianas foram tomadas. Em um esforço desesperado para salvar as plantações, toneladas de pesticidas e inseticidas foram despejadas sobre as lavouras como se fosse a última linha de defesa de uma fortaleza em ruínas. Os cientistas, vozes solitárias na tempestade de decisões políticas, advertiram sobre o desastre iminente. Eles profetizaram um desequilíbrio ecológico colossal, uma catástrofe sem precedentes. Foram ignorados.

Nos primeiros meses, a vitória parecia certa. As pragas recuaram, as colheitas cresceram, e o café voltou a fluir... brevemente. Mas logo, o preço dessa vitória ilusória foi revelado. Os polinizadores, os delicados arquitetos das plantações, morreram em massa. O ciclo natural foi quebrado, e a terra respondeu com silêncio. No ano seguinte, a produção caiu 10%, e a hiperinflação devastou o mercado.

O caos se espalhou como fogo em palha seca. Revoltas tomaram as ruas, governos caíram, e o café, outrora uma bebida comum, tornou-se uma mercadoria mais valiosa que ouro. Mas a verdadeira destruição estava ainda por vir.

Uma nova ameaça emergiu das sombras: A PRAGA. Aqueles insetos que haviam resistido aos pesticidas agora eram monstros mutantes, insaciáveis, vorazes. Eles não apenas sobreviveram, mas prosperaram, crescendo em número e tamanho, devorando 80% das plantações restantes. A civilização, como a conhecíamos, foi varrida pelo desespero, e o mundo mergulhou em 60 anos de escuridão.

Mas mesmo na mais densa treva, houve aqueles que mantiveram a chama da esperança. Entre os cientistas, mentes brilhantes haviam previsto o apocalipse do café. Em segredo, eles trabalharam em um projeto ambicioso: a criação de cúpulas agrícolas autossustentáveis, onde o café poderia ser cultivado, protegido e venerado. Eles armazenaram sementes como relíquias sagradas, esperando pelo dia em que o mundo pudesse renascer.

E então, no ano de 2134 D.C. ou agora 0 D.C.C. (Depois da Cúpula de Café), a primeira cúpula funcional foi ativada, trazendo de volta o que restava das cidades humanas. A história da humanidade foi dividida em um novo marco temporal, e o café, mais do que nunca, tornou-se o alicerce da reconstrução de um novo mundo.

Agora, as Cúpulas do Café são o coração pulsante da civilização. Quem controla o café, controla o futuro. E quem ousará desafiar este novo império?

Apoie o projeto por favor!

[schoje]

Balneário Camboriú tem mais um festival gastronômico para chamar de seu! O Passeio San Miguel, o boulevard mais famoso de Balneário Camboriú, localizado na Avenida Brasil, 3322, apresenta a partir desta quinta-feira (1) o seu festival, Passeio Gastronômico – Um Festival de Experiências, com menus completos (entrada, prato principal e sobremesa) por um valor único de R$99,00. E ainda, consumindo 3 menus diferentes, o público ganha um presente exclusivo! A gastronomia é parte fundamental dentro do turismo de experiência e a culinária de Balneário Camboriú é vasta – a capital do turismo catarinense é reconhecida por sua versatilidade quando o assunto são seus restaurantes e o Passeio San Miguel reúne grandes nomes. O público poderá aproveitar 10 opções de menus saborosos das operações gastronômicas do boulevard, criados especialmente para o festival gastronômico, que segue até 31 agosto; incluindo opções para duas pessoas, desde comidinhas de boteco, cortes especiais de carne, wrap, massas, frutos do mar, culinária latina e comida japonesa. A gerente executiva do Passeio San Miguel, Ana Maria Furtado, destaca que o festival gastronômico está imperdível e promete surpreender quem já conhece a gastronomia do boulevard como para quem tem curiosidade de conhecer. “Se você é apaixonado por boa comida, o Passeio Gastronômico é um prato cheio de qualidade e novas experiências! Todos os nossos 10 restaurantes do Passeio, criaram menus exclusivos para o Festival. Há pratos que combinam mar e terra, cortes nobres de carne, comida italiana, sushi e sobremesas tão lindas que dá vontade de comer com os olhos. Venha aproveitar essa experiência única!”, diz. Três noites de abertura O festival contará também com três noites especiais de abertura neste final de semana (de quinta à sábado, 01 a 03 de agosto), com participação especial da cervejaria Barra Sul, com várias torneiras trazendo variedade e o melhor chopp artesanal, e ainda muita música boa: bandas de rock, blues e sambarock. Vale lembrar que o Passeio San Miguel oferece também estacionamento próprio e conta com música ao vivo todas as noites. Mais informações podem ser conferidas no Instagram @passeiosanmiguel ou em www.passeiosanmiguel.com.br. O Passeio Gastronômico – Um Festival de Experiências é organizado pelo Passeio San Miguel, com patrocínio de Barra Sul Cervejaria, CCS Telecom e Imobille. Confira os menus participantes do Passeio Gastronômico – Um Festival de Experiências BLACKBOXCOFFEE Entrada: Italian salad – Mix de folhas, tomate cereja, crispy de bacon, mix de croutons de fermentação natural, temperado com azeite cítrico e sal rosa do Himalaia. Prato Principal: New Zealand Surf and Turf – Entrecôte, mashad de batatas, camarões salteados, finalizado com molho Hollandaise e mix de legumes salteados. Sobremesa: Mil Folhas Coffee Latte – Leve massa folhada com creme de café de especialidade e um toque suave de laranja. BOTECO YUJIN Entrada: Pastel de queijo – Mini pastel de queijo com molho Sweet Chilli. Prato Principal: Escondidinho – Escondidinho de aipim com costela desfiada. Sobremesa: Fondue de chocolate – Fondue de chocolate com frutas. CAMPANO CAMPO CARNE & FOGO Entrada: Tostada de Mignon – Tostada de mignon com queijo provolone. Prato Principal: Chorizo Black Angus com crosta de queijo, purê de batatas com Demi-glace acompanhado de legumes na brasa. Sobremesa: Torta mousse de doce de leite. INPOT Entrada: Crispy de batata doce Prato Principal: Big Wrap Salmão Fresco – Alface americana, queijo parmesão, edamame, cubos de salmão fresco, molho Ranch, envolto na nossa tortilha de trigo. Sobremesa: Iogurte Tropical – Iogurte natural, geleia de manga e coco em flocos. *Menu serve 02 pessoas. KOMBINA FELICE Entrada: Bombom de bacon com Crostini – Cream cheese com limão enrolado no crocante de bacon, acompanha crostini de alecrim. Prato Principal: Fettuccine Alfredo com Camarão – Clássico da culinária italiana, que na versão da Kombina é preparado com nata fresca, queijo parmesão e acrescentado camarão selado na manteiga.

Sobremesa: Cannoli de Creme com Gotas de Chocolate – Massa crocante recheada de creme de baunilha com gotas de chocolate. MAKA GASTROBAR Entrada: Tartar de Calamar – Cubos de lula fresca em marinada de kimchi, óleo de gergelim e shoyu, servido com massago em base de avocado. Prato Principal: Arroz con Pato – Coxa e sobrecoxa de pato confitado, servido com arroz a base de legumes e coentro, salsa huancaina, salsa criolla e ovo. Sobremesa: Leche Crujiente – Leite frito com cereais, servido com brigadeiro, sorvete de limão siciliano e farofa de chocolate. MINO OSTERIA Entrada: Tutti Tomate – Três snacks de beiju: tomate seco, mousse de bursin, tuile de manjericão. Tomate confit, aioli de limão e parma. Picatta de tomate, abacate, cebola roxa e limão. Prato Principal: Ravioli Rossetto – Massa fresca de Ravioli feita ao restaurante Max’s, recheado com burrata de búfala, servido no molho de tomate 100% italiano. Sobremesa: Cristtali di Murano – Torta de limão com merengue maçaricado, compota de pera, crumble e pera cristalizada. PIZZA BIS Entrada: Bruschetta de Manjericão – Bruschetta crocante e macia com muçarela, tomate cereja confitado e pesto de manjericão. Prato Principal: Pizza Calàbbria – Molho italiano, muçarela, fatias de calabresa, tomate em cubos, folhas de manjericão, parmesão ralado e finalizada com azeite de oliva. Sobremesa: Brownie – Brownie cremoso, sorvete de vanilla e cobertura de chocolate. VINO ALMARE Entrada: Crostinis de Camarão – Focaccia artesanal coberta com camarão ao alho e óleo e maionese de mostarda. Prato Principal: Ballotine na Panko – Ballotine de linguado com pasta de camarões, cream cheese e limão siciliano empanado na farinha Panko. Acompanhado de molho funghi e aspargos salteados. Sobremesa: Sorvete de Manjericão com coulis de morango e vinho branco. YUJIN TEMAKERIA Entrada: Caldo de Mexilhões – Caldo de peixe com mariscos e alho poró. Prato Principal: Comb Festival – 3 Sashimi salmão, 2 sashimi atum, 1 dupla jou ebi, 1 dupla jou shimeji alho-poró, 1 dupla jou picante, 1 dupla de jou, 1 dupla niguiri salmão hara, 1 dupla niguiri atum, 1 dupla niguiri peixe branco com limão. Sobremesa: Sorvete de Gengibre.  

[pacosemnoticias]

Delta lança primeiro café português produzido nos Açores

A Delta lançou o primeiro café português totalmente produzido nos Açores, um arquipélago que tem "condições muito propícias" para ter uma produção de "extrema qualidade", segundo revelou o presidente executivo do grupo.

"O mais especial de tudo é tornar o impossível em possível. A Europa não tem condições climáticas e de terreno para produzir café. Aquilo que nós chamámos-lhe foi de 'Impossible Coffee [Café Impossível]", afirmou Rui Miguel Nabeiro em declarações à agência Lusa.

E acrescentou: "A Europa, sendo um dos maiores consumidores, não produzia café e agora tornou-se possível produzir café na Europa, em particular em Portugal e nos Açores".

A Delta Cafés anunciou em Lisboa o lançamento do lote de café dos Açores, que resultou de uma parceria entre o Governo dos Açores e a Associação de Produtores Açorianos de Café, que vai estar disponível nas lojas "Delta The Coffee House Experience".

O diretor executivo do grupo lembrou que o "sonho" de produzir café em Portugal começou em 2018, aquando da entrada da empresa na International Coffee Partners.

Naquele ano, a Delta teve conhecimento da existência de pequenos produtores de café nos Açores e no ano seguinte promoveu um estudo para "perceber quais as espécies de café" mais propícias ao clima açoriano, uma investigação que resultou num relatório entregue ao executivo regional.

"Nestes últimos quatro anos, temos vindo a apoiar todos os pequenos produtores de café nos Açores. Nesta altura, como já há algum café, acabamos por conseguir, comercialmente, lançar um lote com 100% café português, 100% café dos Açores", salientou.

O café agora disponibilizado é de espécie arábica, mas Rui Miguel Nabeiro destaca que as ilhas açorianas têm condições para produzir outros tipos de café.

"Os Açores têm um clima muito propício. É um clima muito húmido, com chuvas constantes e temperatura amena. A própria terra vulcânica, que pensaríamos que poderia dificultar a plantação, acaba por ter, ao fim desses últimos quatro anos de estudos, condições ótimas para a produção de pelo menos seis espécies de café", afirmou.

O diretor executivo da Delta realça, contudo, que ainda existe "muito caminho a percorrer" para "estimular a produção de café" no arquipélago.

"O café que se vai produzir nos Açores é um café de especialidade, com um sabor muito próprio, com uma qualidade extremamente alta. Não vai haver grandes volumes, mas sobretudo um café muito, muito bom", vincou.

Na cerimónia de apresentação, o presidente do Governo dos Açores (PSD/CDS-PP/PPM) considerou a Delta como o "parceiro ideal" para aumentar a produção de café na região.

"Estamos a fazer história (...). Vamos fazer de Portugal um país de produção de excelência no café", assinalou José Manuel Bolieiro.

O líder regional defendeu que os Açores devem apostar na "excelência" e na "dimensão do valor acrescentado", em detrimento da produção em "quantidade".

"O lançamento do café dos Açores honra a região, mas não representa um fim, antes o começo de uma nova etapa. Valorizo, enquanto presidente do Governo Regional e enquanto açoriano, o trabalho desenvolvido em parceria com a Delta", afirmou Bolieiro.

[style-yesnews]

時間過得太快了，轉眼又到一月尾... 趁一月過去前，要努力完成新年立志：每月最少update兩次blog；所以又來清一清久違了的溫哥華旅記吧！💪（小聲說：還不寫的話，很快又要啟動冬季 Calgary & Toronto 之旅了！😅）

在溫哥華的 Day 4，開始覺得酒店的早餐是負累；因為不同小溫（溫尼伯），大溫區到處都是美食啊！不過每天能以水果、乳酪開始一天，還是有利腸胃及消化的，而且這間 Holiday Inn 的 Cinnamon Bun 非常好吃，我們每人每天都一定會吃上一個～

甜魔家的早餐胃口是很大的，最後兩天我們算是留肚了，Day 4 早餐後一個多小時，我們就去了 T&T，除了掃貨、買手信，也是去新鮮出爐的 Bakery / 點心檔（有T&T的城市真令人豔羨啊～😍）買上午茶吃～

Chloe還找到心心念念的榴榴😍 當然又買下來了～😜

這天中午打算到訪著名的 Queen Elizabeth Park，買了上午茶後就在中途路上一個小公園坐下，讓Matthew Chloe開心玩樂同時，兩口子又開心嘆一嘆蝦餃、燒賣及新鮮出爐的葡撻了～如果不是中午訂了一間著名靚景餐廳，一定會買得更多、吃得更盡興的！

到達大名鼎鼎的 Queen Elizabeth Park 了！公園除了面積大，另一特色是位於山上，可以眺望繁華的市景。雖然景色不如老家香港太平山的壯麗，但相比既沒山也沒繁華市景的溫尼伯，也算是極其難得的風光了！真的，搬到溫尼伯兩年多後，才開始明白旅客來到香港／紐約等滿佈摩天大廈的城市的驚歎感。

行公園絕不是兩兄妹的愛好，兩口子倒是頗享受其中，趁上午茶未落格／餐廳訂位未夠鐘，到處逛逛走走又拍拍。雖然溫哥華的公園又美又好逛，但也要吐槽一下泊車真的苦，找位子費時又要用S形方式泊入（我們已經是平日，而且開身型較小的car去了！開 SUV 一定更難...），而且公園泊車費也不便宜，大概是C$5/小時。

去到山頂又一個圓拱形的玻璃屋，裡面是個小小的溫室，可以付費進去參觀，但訂檯時間快到，我們隨便在外面走走拍拍，然後就趁著美美的陽光（是的，太陽伯伯露面了，景色頓時美了不少～😍）去嘆陽光下的靚景午餐了！

這就是我們午餐的地點---Seasons in the Park，餐廳分為露台 Terrace Dining 及室內玻璃室用餐兩部分，如果極端天氣下不用想一定室內用餐，但9月尾的溫哥華還是風和日麗，氣溫清涼舒適，我們跟大部分的用餐客一樣都選在露台用餐。

靚景絕對是餐廳的一大賣點

餐廳是出發前約兩週預訂的，當時媽媽備註寫了是慶祝爸爸的ID生日，不過轉頭又忘了，沒想到餐廳是有上心的，最後送了一小件蛋糕，但主人公沒能吃到又是後話了～

iPhone 隨意合照後就到認真拍照的時間了！這裡吃的是西餐，我們隨意點了火腿芝士拼盤、龍蝦尾、青口拌麵包，再加一份炸魚薯條分享。食物中上��素，最好吃是鮮嫩熱暖的龍蝦尾，拌上熱牛油極其鮮香，青口也是老公至愛。

吃到差不多，由於泊車時間到了，老公就率先離座去取車，由媽媽來埋單；埋單時侍應才表示餐廳準備了一件蛋糕，打算等爸爸回來人齊才送上... 由於那時爸爸已經開了車出來在兜圈（誰叫太多人在等位？），最後蛋糕由媽媽及MC合力清單，埋單後再匯合爸爸。這頓埋單C$140多，比溫尼伯的餐廳性價比高太多了，就是泊車好煩！

一直在抱怨泊車煩，會不會不租車，去到坐的士／巴士更好？也許吧，但我們還是慶幸租了車，因為可以在有限日子內，去多很多地方玩。午餐後，我們去了 Charleson Park Playground & Garden 遊玩，那裡除了有極美海景，又有一個設計精良的 playground，兩兄妹都玩得極開心！😎

說真的，同時擁有動人壯美海景以及 cityline 的 playground，坐加拿大應該只有溫哥華能做到了！

 玩累了，上午買的急凍榴槤也解凍得差不多了。榴槤忠粉兩父女，不客氣在公園享用「風味獨特」的下午茶啦～～～😜   

依依不捨地離開超靚景公園後，我們又到 Granville Island Public Market 觀光。這裡主要是一個食物市集，而我們坦白說沒多少胃納剩下，但一場來到，還是去走走看看吧！

由於 Granville Island 三面環海，又夾在幾乎是最繁華的 Downtown Vancouver 及 Central Vancouver 之間，風光註定是動人壯麗。時間充裕的話，其實可以在這裡搭 Ferry，圍著 Vancouver 岸邊走一圈，但我們晚上還約了中學同學吃飯，怕趕不及就不來回搭了～

面對琳琅滿目的美食，沒多少胃納的我們只到 Petit Ami Coffee 點了一杯大的 Cappuccino，再去 Bon Macaron（它家有很多古靈精怪的新口味）買了半打小巧不頂肚的 Macarons，坐下來享受一下海邊風光好了～

其實 Granville Island Public Market 還有一間人氣十分火爆的冬甩店叫 Lee's Donuts，但我們太飽又不想排隊，或者以後有緣再來再試吧。

晚上與中同的飯局是約在 Burnaby 區，正好我們可以探索一下大溫區住宅區的情況，熱愛排球的老公更在該區找到一間排球用品專門店，晚餐前也去了一逛，果然有斬獲！

晚餐是在溫尼伯也有的 Joey，餐廳環境及佈置都相約，老土的是怎麼兩口子都覺得 Burnaby 這間 Joey 要比我們家附近那間好吃不少？😅 有競爭就有進步，果然是千年不變道理。

兩兄妹點的是 Kid's Menu，份量挺足的，註定又是一個肚滿腸肥的一晚；兩口子就點了牛扒及雞扒沙律，兩款都很有水準，明顯將溫尼伯店的水準比下去了。

也拍了中同的餐點，看著也挺有胃口的！

大合照後開餐啦！因為肚子不餓，原本以為會吃不完的晚餐最後通通默默吃掉，甜魔媽媽及Chloe更加碼分享了一個 Chocolate Molten Cake，香濃又流心果然又是好吃，太滿足了～～～😍 晚餐連稅連貼士也是C$130多，絕對比溫尼伯店抵食。

飯後，我們更不客氣到訪了中同家裡，並對他們沖的港式奶茶一飲傾心，原來又是T&T的出品！翌日馬上去買了兩罐（如果不是搭飛機行李位有限，一定會買更多；事實上出文時兩罐一早飲完了...😢），又得到更多港式早餐貼士後，才依依不捨離開～

剩下最後 Day 5 的行程，希望也能在出發去 Calgary 前完成！

延伸閱讀

2022 Vancouver Trip Summary ✈ 溫哥華靚景暴食喪玩之旅 ✈ 總結篇

2022 Vancouver Trip ✈ 溫哥華之旅 Day 1-2: Lynn Canyon Park + Chinatown + Gastown + Downtown + Stanley Park

2022 Vancouver Trip ✈ 溫哥華之旅 Day 3: Steveston Fisherman's Wharf + Terra Nova Adventure + 滬江

2022 Vancouver Trip ✈ 溫哥華之旅 Day 5: 麗晶茶餐廳 + 王子海鮮酒家 + Root98 at Winnipeg Airport

Our 2nd Road Trip to Calgary ✵ 2023 卡加尼冬季路駕遊 ✵ Summary 總結篇

2023 Toronto Trip Summary ✮ 再訪多倫多活力之旅 ✮ 總結篇

2022 Calgary & Banff Trip Summary ❤ 加拿大卡加利 + 班夫之旅總結篇

  ** 想得知最新飲食情報，可追蹤 甜魔媽媽；欲得知甜魔一家消息，就追蹤 Matthew and Chloe 吧~~

飲食資訊由熱新聞提供 原文連結: 2022 Vancouver Trip ✈ 溫哥華之旅 Day 4: Queen Elizabeth Park + Granville Island Public Market + Joey's Bu 更多相關內容

2022 Vancouver Trip Summary ✈ 溫哥華靚景暴食喪玩之旅 ✈ 總結篇

Yan Lo 甜魔媽媽的新天地，在這裡與大家分享美食、育兒，以及旅遊資訊~~~24小時為你介紹不同的餐廳，各國美食精選等！

[robertapimenta]

Food & Jazz Natal anuncia nova programação

Com novo período para sua realização, depois de mudanças de datas por conta dos últimos acontecimentos no RN, o Food & Jazz Natal anuncia sua abertura nesta quinta-feira (23) e segue até o dia 02 de abril. O festival continuará com sua proposta de 11 dias de programação diversa, movimentando bares, restaurantes, cafeterias e docerias da cidade, além de trazer atrações musicais e realizar oficinas gastronômicas. A abertura nos estabelecimentos ocorre a partir das 17h, e a abertura geral acontece no Largo do Atheneu, no dia 23, às 19h30, com participação da Bossa & Jazz Street Band, ressoando as notas do jazz pelas ruas de Petrópolis, Tirol e Lagoa Nova, além de apresentações de malabares. Uma verdadeira junção cultural que permeia os sentidos e os sabores, e que você não pode perder.

Idealizado por Juçara Figueiredo Produções, a mesma criadora do Fest Bossa & Jazz e do festival gastronômico Sabores da Pipa, o Food & Jazz Natal abre os festivais gastronômicos de 2023 no RN, e acontece sob a coordenação do chef Marcelo Labre, com uma gama de estabelecimentos participantes, entre eles: Old Five, Le Paradis du Café, Restaurante Mipibu, A Casa de Minas, Wesley's Bar, Meu Barraco Boteco Bistrô, Babalu Cozinha, Páprika Pizzaria e Restaurante, Piazzale Itália, Ô Fuxico Bar, Praiou Ponta Negra, Severina Gastrobar, Espaço Ávalon & Taverna Pub, Empório 52 Confeitaria Afetiva e Criativa, Pousada e Restaurante Genipabu Praia, Estação do Malte, Adocee Doceria, Bistrô Platter For You, Mormaço, Bem Eu Confeitaria, Calígula Pizzaria e Ristorante, Effó Restaurante, Restaurante Navarro, Just Food&Coffee.

Como funciona

O Festival oferece pratos e drinks específicos e tabelados, em cada estabelecimento parceiro do Food & Jazz: Drinks (até R$ 25); Entradas (até R$ 33); Pratos Principais (até R$ 63) e Sobremesas (até R$ 31). E, nos dias 24 e 25, o evento também acontece em uma arena, montada na Praça Ecológica de Ponta Negra (Praça do Gringos), com apresentações de jazz e Cozinha Show.

Cozinha Show Food & Jazz Natal - Praça do Gringos (Praça Ecológica de Ponta Negra)

No dia 24 (sexta-feira), as oficinas fazem parte da Cozinha Show, e a primeira traz a chef Gabriela Sales, com o tema “Gastronomia Polifônica”, tendo participação de lideranças femininas indígenas, da comunidade de Rio dos Índios (Ceará-Mirim) e do pesquisador Damião Vieira, às 17h. A segunda, às 19h, é com o chef Marcelo Labre, e o tema “Da Terra do Jazz à Cidade do Sol: a versatilidade da ostra em preparações culinárias e suas harmonizações”; como mediador, Zeca Camargo.

No sábado (25), às 17h, a primeira oficina, também mediada por Zeca Camargo, traz o chef Josifran Gomes, sobre “Cozinha de Fusão entre o Sertão e a Capital”. Já às 19h, a segunda oficina, “Releituras de drinks de New Orleans e Harmonização com Charutos Menendez Amerino”, com barman Wesley D’elia Oliveira e Ceo Cigar Ismaelson Rêgo.

A Cozinha Show acontece no pavilhão da Praça dos Gringos (Praça Ecológica de Ponta Negra), e precisa de inscrição para participar (link para inscrição será liberado em breve).

Oficinas Gastronômicas SENAC RN

O Food & Jazz Natal também proporciona oficinas gastronômicas, e a primeira acontece na segunda-feira (27), no Senac Barreira Roxa (Via Costeira), com a chef Amanda Navarro, sobre “Croqueta Gumbo”, das 14h às 16h. E no dia 28 (terça-feira), a chef Elizabeth Assunção, trata sobre “Roti Sanduíche”, mesmo horário. Para participar, é necessário levar um 1kg de alimento não perecível, que será destinado ao projeto Mesa Brasil, e realizar inscrição prévia pelo link: https://forms.gle/NCYoB3RPrx4XrvuHA

Apresentações Musicais Food & Jazz Natal

Para anunciar a chegada do Festival em Ponta Negra, no dia 24 (sexta-feira), a Bossa & Jazz Street Band (RN) realiza apresentações nos estabelecimentos parceiros da Via Costeira e Ponta Negra, a partir das 20h convidando todo o público a usufruir de uma boa música aliada a gastronomia que o evento proporciona.

Na sexta-feira (24) serão muitas atrações musicais gratuitas, das 20h às 22h, na Praça do Gringos. Iniciando com Cortejo pela Avenida Praia de Ponta Negra até o palco na praça do Gringos, às 20h, com a Bossa & Jazz Street Band - a tradicional banda de rua do Fest Bossa & Jazz, inspirada em uma das maiores tradições musicais de New Orleans; às 20h30, Anderson Pessoa Hot Five (RN) - grupo formado por músicos que são referência na cena jazz de Natal, apresentando um repertório montado especialmente para o festival; às 22h, Sueldo Soares e Sâmela Ramos (RN/SP) - dois artistas de forte presença e carisma, emprestam suas vozes potentes para um show repleto de Funk, Groove e Soul.

No sábado (25), Cortejo com a Bossa & Jazz Street Band, às 20h; em seguida, Catarina Rosa Quarteto (PE) - Destaque no The Voice 2019, a jovem e talentosa cantora pernambucana traz, pela primeira vez ao RN, um tributo às Divas do Jazz e da Soul Music e releituras de sucessos do Pop. Às 22h, sobe ao palco, Banda Camba (RN) - o reencontro de um icônico grupo potiguar, dedicado à interpretação da música com sotaque e tempero latino. Sergio Groove, Gilberto Cabral, Yrahn Barreto e outros grandes músicos de Natal, em um show para sacudir Ponta Negra.

O Food & Jazz Natal é patrocinado por Coca-Cola e Café Santa Clara através do Programa Cultural Câmara Cascudo do Governo do Rio Grande do Norte, com apoio da Prefeitura do Natal, Senac RN, Abrasel, Revista Deguste e realização da Juçara Figueiredo Produções.

Mais informações - Siga: @foodjazzbrasil

[handsome-edvard]

Thank you to my favorite @deagle for the tag, my favoritest most favorite!!!! ☺️

Favorite color: Olive green, yellow

Last Song Listened: Gym

Currently Reading: “The Kingmaker’s Daughter” by Phillipa Gregory

“Remedios del Convento para el Cuerpo y el Espiritu” by Anastasia Zanoncelli

Currently Watching: SWAT

Currently craving: nothing, I just ate + life is great!

Coffee or Tea: Tea 🍵

Current AU: I’m not writing anything but I’ve been thinking a lot about one of my short stories that I started writing last year, occasionally thinking about a modern Witcher AU for Geralt/Yen, and still thinking about Mira and Cmd. Taylor getting together in Terra Nova 🌏

Tagging my favoritestestest most favs! @quaritchscupquake @snailsandpuppy-dogtails @somewhat-intelligent @gangstertogangster if you wanna!

I've been tagged by @typicalopposite (thank you) and I just had a couple of minutes, soooooo:

Favorite colour: Black :)

Last song I listened to: uuuuh wait Spotify says... Separate Ways, Eva Under Fire.

Currently reading: "You Like It Darker", Stephen King

Currently watching: I don't have any shows right now 😭 I'm desperately looking for something good.

Currently craving: that the house would clean itself

Coffee or Tea: coffee!

Current AU: that's an oddly specific question but yeah, you know, there IS an AU slumbering in my WIPs. Not sure I will ever write it, but it's about Buck being a firefighter in some insignificant small town and Tommy being sent from L.A. to supervise him. Or something like that 😂

Tagging *eying who typicalopposite has already tagged* uuuuuh @designatedgrape, @deagle, @lightineventide, @mannafromtevan, @lavenderleahy AND whoever sees this because I'm lazy

[affcgato-archived]

   tag drop 3/3. Alec Lightwood ( from @takeseffort​ )

[jemmalynette]

for 2 ocs of your choice

what deadly sin do they represent

are they petty and jealous

their dream wedding

favorite drink

what scares them the most

Thank you for the questions! I'm going to choose my Grace Mason (Falling Skies) OC and my Michael Taylor (Terra Nova) OC.

what deadly sin do they represent

I'd say Michael is lust. The whole crux of his story is he would do anything for Alicia, the woman he longs for. I think pretty much his main motivation through both the stories I've written is his feelings for Alicia and how he wants to protect her and be with her.

Grace is wrath. She has a lot of anger and frustration inside which can lead her into trouble, with her friends and her enemies.

are they petty and jealous

Even though these are quite unattractive traits, I have to say that Michael can be these things. He can hold grudges, but he learns to forgive and understand the other person's POV. He is jealous of Jim when he becomes Michael's father's trusted second. He is jealous at the idea of Wash being with anyone else. But he eventually matures and controls these negative feelings.

I don't see Grace as a petty or jealous person. She grew up in a big family so she must have learnt to deal with these things. She owns up to her mistakes pretty quickly. She's not really jealous of anyone. Maybe she envies a little bit, but she's not jealous. She doesn't hold other people's mistakes against them either.

their dream wedding

This is a cute one to think about. Michael would want a smallish ceremony, maybe somewhere with a view overlooking the colony. Alicia would be in a pretty white dress, he would be in a smart tux. They'd exchanger their own vows in front of friends and family before having a buffet meal and drinks at Boylan's. Time to get drunk and have fun before disappearing off with his lady love for some alone time as newly weds!

Before the invasion I think Grace would have wanted a big, traditional white wedding. Y'know, posh venue, white flowing dress, beautiful bright decorations. Post alien invasion, something wayyyy small. Like family and close friends only. You take what you can get in the apocalypse! A dress would be nice, preferably white, but what are the chances of finding a clean white dress during war time? Her beau would be as smart as possible - I mean a wash and a change of clean clothes would do. She'd have her hair up in braids. No guns would be nice but not practical. Her dad would accompany her down the aisle. They'd say their vows and then sit with friends by the fireside telling stories until it was time to fight again.

favourite drink

There's not a lot of choice in the Cretaceous period. I'm not actually sure what they even served at Boylan's Bar or what they drank apart from Moonshine, but I imagine Michael drank a lot of whatever the closest thing to beer was! I also like to think once Boylan started making cocktails - out of some pre-historic fruits no one's ever heard of - he became really fond of those and Skye made fun of him for it.

For Grace - coffee, coffee, coffee!

what scares them the most

I think for Michael it must be losing Alicia.

For Grace, any of her family members dying.

Thanks again!

[roccet]

tagged by:  @zimwy​ ( thank you for thinking of me, bby ) tagging:  shit   @avengerled, @shespy, @overclocks, @hitsharder​ ( so I have an excuse to do on other blog )

   𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name.   Rocket 89P13  nicknames / aliases.  Rocket Raccoon, Trash Panda, Prisoner # 12615 size.  144 ⋔⟟☊⍀⍜⏚⎍⌰⟒⌇  or  28 inches/71.12 cm , 168 ☌⍀⟒⏁⌇  or  19lbs/9 kg.           ( He’s just a racoon standing up. ) age.  ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏, but he’s past his life expectancy which is 16-20 years. zodiac. ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏ spoken languages.  All. Universal language translators is common place in space.

   𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

hair colour.  Dense brown fur, white and darker markings on face     eye colour.   Red skin tone. Dense brown fur, long bushy tail. body type. He just a raccoon on two legs, slightly less chonky tho dominant hand.  Ambidextrous, very sensitive paw-hands though. posture. Stands tall and straight, but is very limp and spinless when he’s laying or sitting scars.   Large panels fused to his spine and bald patches down his back, ports are visible as well as unknown cybernetic pieces. tattoos. Too furry birthmarks. 6 black rings on tail most noticeable features. Cybernetic skeleton. Enhanced phalange 6 metacarpal bones, genetically augmented cerebral cortex.  

   𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃

place of birth. Halfworld siblings. ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏ parents.  ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏

   𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

occupation. Thief, sometimes hero current residence(s). Milano ( Pry that from my cold dead hands other comic readers ) close friends. The Guardians + Nova, sometimes the Avengers relationship status. Not looking for anything, still hung up on Otto. financial status.   Varies from moment to moment. Rocket is a have it all lose it all. Sometimes he’s riding high from a job, and the net moment he’s lost everything to very sexy Andorians. driver’s license. He has no licenses for anything, most places don’t recognize him as an intelligent species to be given a license due to being an experiment. Not that he’d ever want to waste him time getting one. criminal record.  13 counts of theft, 23 counts of escape from incarceration, 7 counts of mercenary activity, 15 counts of arson.  vices. Alcohol. So much alcohol for such a small body. Coffee and Eating coffee grounds on Terra.

   𝐒𝐄𝐗 & 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

sexual orientation. Otto preferred sexual role.    ⎍⋏☍⋏⍜⍙⋏ turn-ons. Otto. turn-offs. Otto dying. love language.  Otto. relationship tendencies. Otto.

   𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

hobbies to pass time. Stealing, arson, building explosives, making plans to rob places mental illnesses. The knowledge that he was a being forced into sentience though pain and suffering. Though relentless experimentation and knowing that in those moments he was helpless and his whole existence was pain he could not escape from and didn’t understand why it was happening. Suffering from cruel things he thought were gods only to get free and see the universe for how big and cruel it really is.