#Whistle Buoy Brewing

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Whistle Buoy Brewing Co: Desolate Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout

Whistle Buoy Brewing Co: Desolate Bourbon Barrel-Aged Imperial Stout

Whistle Buoy Brewing in Victoria’s Market Square released Desolate in mid-November, a bourbon barrel-aged Imperial Stout. According to the label and website, it is the “first-ever release of our barrel program and is extremely limited”. My bottle was number 177 of 800. It’s encouraging to see that even such a small-scale brewery as Whistle Buoy can still find the money, time, and motivation to…

[nwbeerguide]

Tickets on sale for the 30th annual Great Canadia Beer Festival! The festival starts on September 6 & 7.

https://bit.ly/4cgo5M8 Press Release The Great Canadian Beer Festival (GCBF) was launched in 1993 and has been held annually since then except for 2020 and 2021 due to the pandemic. The festival, which celebrates craft beer from across Canada, will take place on Friday, September 6 from 4-9 pm and Saturday, September 7 from 12-5 pm. Tickets for this popular event go on sale Thursday, June 20th. This year, GCBF will have a new home at Topaz Park, moving from Royal Athletic Park where the festival has been held for the last two decades. “The move to Topaz Park gives us a blank slate to reimagine the festival not only for the 30th anniversary but many years to come,” said Ryan Malcolm, Executive Director of the Victoria Beer Society. GCBF gives festival-goers the opportunity to taste beers they can’t find anywhere else in British Columbia. This premium tasting event will feature up to 250 different beers from up to 80 breweries from coast to coast, many of them served by the brewers themselves. It’s a rare opportunity to talk to these folks about what makes their beer special, and to try some new and classic brews from their lineups. The full brewery and beer list will be announced in the summer. Special hotel packages have already been set up and are available on the website. Over the coming weeks, GCBF organizers will continue to work hard to ensure that the event features a diverse mix of beers. The brewery line-up is shaping up to be as exciting as ever with breweries spanning across BC and featuring several out-of-province breweries as well. The BC Ale Trail will also be in attendance showcasing hand-picked BC beers. The festival is also organizing fun and original ways to celebrate the 30th year. GCBF founders Gerry Hieter and John Rowling, who retired and handed the festival over to the Victoria Beer Society in 2018, will be in attendance to lead the media tour and ring the opening bell. This year, GCBF is excited to offer a Premium Ticket option for the first time ever. Indulge in a masterfully crafted beer-and-food pairing provided by Chef Brian Tesolin of the Courtney Room. Featuring four collaboration brews between the Courtney Room and Victoria beer standouts, Île Sauvage Brewing, Herald Street Brew Works, Small Gods Brewing and Whistle Buoy Brewing, each beer will focus on a foraged ingredient to then be paired with gourmet snacks, curated just for Premium ticket holders. Add in perks like separate entry, six extra beer tokens and a Premium lounge, and it's the ultimate way to elevate your GCBF adventure. Save the Dates: 30th Great Canadian Beer Festival: September 6 & 7, 2024 in Victoria, BC. Tickets on Sale: June 20, 2024 from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3VQggGV

[missrosiesworld]

Café Connections

The gentle hum of the TV subtly blended with the bubbling of pots and the soft whistling of kettles, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere in Café Leblanc. The warm, inviting lights enveloped the café, making it a serene retreat from the bustling streets of Tokyo. Behind the counter, Akira Kurusu stood in quiet contemplation. His gray eyes moved attentively yet distantly over the café, a testament to his introverted nature as he managed the café's daily operations.

The mundane rhythm of his morning was interrupted by the sound of the bell above the door. A woman with long, curly hair in a rich copper mocha hue entered, her hair cascading down her back and shimmering in the café's warm lighting. Her tan skin radiated a natural glow under the soft lights, and her green, gold-flecked eyes sparkled with an enchanting charm.

Approaching the counter with a warm, engaging smile, she greeted him softly, "Good morning. May I have a cup of your finest coffee, please?"

Akira, momentarily taken aback by her striking presence, returned her smile. While usually reserved, he found her demeanor disarming, her beauty more than just physical. "Certainly," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of newfound enthusiasm. "Would you care to pair that with some breakfast? Our menu ranges from light toast to more substantial meals."

She pondered his suggestion, her fingers idly playing with her hair as she perused the menu. "I think I'll have breakfast," she decided, her voice tinged with curiosity. "What do you recommend?"

In his methodical manner, Akira detailed the choices available – from savory bacon and eggs to sweet waffles and French toast, along with simpler options like cereal and yogurt. "Anything catch your eye?" he asked, his smile slightly more pronounced than usual.

"Hmm, let's go with something classic and comforting," she chose, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toast, please. And, of course, a cup of your best coffee."

With a quiet "Got it," Akira excused himself to the kitchen. As he prepared the meal, he found himself unexpectedly intrigued by the woman at the counter. Each dish was prepared with an extra level of care ��� the eggs fluffy, the bacon perfectly crispy, and the toast golden and buttery.

Returning to the counter with the well-prepared breakfast and a cup of freshly brewed coffee, his smile was genuine. "Your breakfast is ready! Enjoy, and if there's anything else you need, just let me know," he said, meeting her green eyes briefly before averting his gaze.

The meal was a testament to his careful attention: the eggs were soft and fluffy, the bacon crisp to perfection, and the toast golden brown. "The coffee is freshly brewed as well," he added, a hint of pride in his voice.

Her eyes sparkled with delight at the sight of her meal. "Thank you so much," she said, her appreciation clear in her voice. "It all looks fantastic."

As she began to eat, a thought struck her. She realized she didn't know the name of the thoughtful individual who had prepared her meal. Looking up at him with a friendly smile, she inquired softly, "By the way, I don't think I caught your name."

Akira, taken aback by her question, chuckled softly, a blush tinting his cheeks. "Ah, I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I'm Akira Kurusu," he said, a bit awkwardly. "And your name is?"

With a gentle gaze, Miya responded, "I'm Miya Saito. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Kurusu."

"The pleasure is all mine, Saito," Akira replied, his smile sincere but reserved. He mentally noted her name, appreciating its sound. Tentatively, he added, "Saito, that’s a beautiful name."

Realizing his comment might have been too forward, he hastily amended, "Ah, um... I didn't mean that to be strange. Sorry."

Miya's reaction was a warm smile. "No need to apologize, Kurusu," she reassured him, her voice filled with mirth. "And your name, Akira Kurusu, it's quite unique too, isn't it?"

Akira, buoyed by her playful tone, responded with a slight nod and a small smile. "I guess it is, in its own way," he said, a hint of self-consciousness in his tone. "Thank you."

Their light-hearted banter brought a relaxed atmosphere to the café, signifying a comfortable rapport between them.

Akira, driven by a budding curiosity about Miya, leaned in slightly. "I can't help but notice you're new around here," he started, his tone reflecting his careful approach. "May I ask what brings you to this area?"

Miya's face lit up, clearly pleased by his interest. "I've recently moved here," she shared, enthusiasm lacing her words. "Exploring the neighborhood and finding Café Leblanc has been a delightful surprise."

"That's wonderful to hear," Akira responded, his enthusiasm genuine but subdued. "Welcome to the neighborhood. If you need any guidance or have any questions, please feel free to ask."

"Thank you. Your kindness is much appreciated," Miya said, her gratitude evident. "I might just take you up on your offer. It's lovely to find such a welcoming place."

As they continued their conversation, Miya casually mentioned, "I'm actually starting at Shujin Academy on Monday," her voice betraying a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Akira's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and shared understanding. "Shujin Academy? That's where I study," he revealed, his smile more pronounced. "I could show you around if you'd like. It might help to have a familiar face on your first day."

Miya's relief was evident. "That would be wonderful. Thank you, Kurusu," she said, her smile reflecting her growing ease.

"How about meeting at the school gates on Monday?" Akira suggested, his tone conveying a genuine willingness to help.

"That sounds perfect," Miya agreed, her appreciation clear.

Their conversation then turned towards their experiences at Shujin Academy. Akira shared insights and tips, revealing a side of himself that was observant and thoughtful. "There's a quiet courtyard that's ideal for breaks," he mentioned, describing it with a quiet enthusiasm.

Miya's laughter, blending seamlessly with the café's ambient music, signaled her growing comfort. As they discussed their personal interests, with Miya speaking of her love for music and Akira discussing his culinary passions, their dialogue became a vibrant and engaging exchange, revealing more about each other's personalities.

As their engaging conversation unfolded, the sound of the café door chiming with new arrivals caught Akira's attention. He cast a brief, somewhat regretful glance towards the door, indicating his need to return to work. "I should attend to the other customers," he said, his tone apologetic. Despite his words, his gaze lingered on Miya for a moment, silently expressing his wish for her to stay.

Miya, understanding his unspoken request, smiled reassuringly. "I'll be here," she assured him, her voice warm and understanding, her smile a silent agreement to wait.

A wave of relief washed over Akira, accompanied by a small, thankful smile. "I'll just top up your coffee before I go—it's on the house," he said, giving her a brief, somewhat shy wink, before turning to greet the new customers. As he moved about the café, he occasionally glanced back at Miya, ensuring she was comfortable.

From her vantage point, Miya watched Akira as he skillfully balanced his duties, her eyes following his quiet, efficient movements. The quaint charm of Café Leblanc enveloped her, each detail contributing to the warm, welcoming atmosphere that Akira's presence enhanced.

When Akira returned with a fresh cup of coffee for her, their eyes met briefly in a silent exchange. He placed the cup gently on the table, his smile subtle but meaningful.

"Apologies for the interruption," he said, his voice carrying both apology and warmth. "I hope you're still enjoying your visit."

Miya's eyes sparkled in response. "It's been a wonderful afternoon, thanks to you," she replied, her tone conveying genuine appreciation.

Akira hesitated, his internal struggle apparent as he balanced his responsibilities with his desire to continue their conversation. "I'll be back to join you shortly," he promised, his eyes holding hers for a moment longer than necessary before he turned away to tend to his other duties.

As he moved away, Miya watched him with a sense of admiration for his dedication and kindness. She took a sip of her coffee, the warmth of the drink reflecting the café's inviting ambiance. Despite the activity around her, she felt a sense of belonging, a rarity in new places.

Throughout his tasks, Akira's glances towards Miya were subtle yet meaningful, each one a silent promise of their continued conversation.

Once the café had quieted down, Akira returned to Miya's table, his demeanor more relaxed. "Things have calmed down a bit," he said as he sat down across from her. "Sorry for the wait. Let's pick up where we left off, shall we?"

"There's no need to apologize," Miya responded, her voice filled with sincere admiration. "It was actually quite nice to see you in action. You're clearly skilled at what you do."

Akira's cheeks tinged with a hint of a blush at her praise. "Thank you," he said modestly. "I just try to do my best. So, about our conversation..."

They resumed their discussion, delving deeper into their personal stories and aspirations. Miya shared her dreams and passion for music, her enthusiasm infectious. Akira listened with a quiet intensity, his thoughtful responses and focused gaze reflecting his genuine interest in her stories.

As they conversed, their connection deepened, their shared laughter and stories intertwining to form a bond between them. The café's ambient music and the soft murmurs of other patrons provided a comforting backdrop, encapsulating the essence of their growing friendship.

As their conversation gradually came to a close, Miya checked her watch and expressed surprise. "Oh, looks like I need to head out. I have some errands to take care of," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of regret.

As she reached for her wallet to settle the bill, she looked up at Akira with a sincere smile. "I really enjoyed today, Kurusu. Thank you for the great company, and the food and coffee were wonderful."

Akira accepted the payment, but hesitated for a moment, holding the money as if weighing his next words. He looked at Miya, a blend of determination and a slight shyness evident in his demeanor. "Saito, wait," he said tentatively. "Would it be okay if we exchanged numbers? It'll make coordinating for Monday's school tour easier and," he paused, his smile growing warmer, "I would like to stay in touch."

Miya's reaction was one of both happiness and surprise. "I'd like that," she responded, her tone warm. "Continuing our conversations would be lovely."

As they exchanged their phones, their fingers brushed slightly, a brief yet impactful moment that resonated between them. They shared a shy smile, a mutual recognition of the growing connection they felt.

Entering their numbers, there was a sense of anticipation for what the future might hold, each digit typed symbolizing the promise of future conversations and a deepening relationship. The moment felt significant, as if the world around them paused to acknowledge the start of something new.

Once they saved each other's contact information, they returned the phones, their smiles reflecting a blend of joy and a touch of nervous excitement. Miya gathered her things, her movements now carrying a lightness that hadn't been there before.

"I'll see you on Monday," she said, her voice light but genuinely eager.

"Monday it is," Akira replied, his smile mirroring hers, his tone sincere and warm. "I'm looking forward to it."

They shared a moment of silent understanding, recognizing the meaningful step they had taken in their friendship. It was a small gesture – exchanging numbers – but it held the potential for so much more.

Miya headed towards the door, her steps light and carefree. Akira watched her leave, feeling a sense of contentment and hopeful anticipation for their future interactions. This chance meeting at Café Leblanc had grown into something unexpectedly significant for both of them.

"Take care," he called out softly, his voice imbued with a note of hope and expectancy for what was yet to come.

At the door, Miya turned back to offer Akira one last smile, a silent promise of the future conversations and laughter they would share. Then, she stepped out into the world, leaving behind a café that had become a place of new memories, newfound connections, and limitless possibilities.

As Miya walked away from Café Leblanc, the cool air outside sharply contrasted with the warmth she had felt inside. Her mind replayed the conversation with Akira, bringing a smile to her face. Pulling out her phone, she acted on impulse, typing a quick message to Akira. It read, "Thank you for the coffee and the chat! I'm really looking forward to Monday. Enjoy the rest of your day! 😊"

Back inside the café, Akira was immersed in his routine, his actions precise and deliberate. The post-lunch quietness provided a rare moment of reflection, his thoughts returning to Miya and the easy rapport they had shared.

His phone buzzed, interrupting his reverie. He paused, wiping his hands before retrieving the phone. The message from Miya brought an uncharacteristic warmth to his face. He stood there, formulating a reply, wanting to convey his thoughts just right. After a brief pause, he typed back, "It was my pleasure. I'm glad you enjoyed your time here. Looking forward to showing you around Shujin Academy. Have a wonderful day!"

Content, Akira slipped the phone back into his pocket, a subtle change in his demeanor. The mundane tasks of cleaning and organizing the café now carried a sense of anticipation. For the first time in a while, he felt genuine excitement about the future.

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This was inspired by a Character.Ai. I'm not sure if I'll continue, but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

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Buy Beer, Save the Whales: Vancouver Island Brewing's Pod Pack Launches for 2021

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What do beer and orcas have in common? The Pacific Salmon Foundation.  Salmon are a food source for our resident orcas.  From now into early summer Vancouver Island Brewing is partnering with the Pacific Salmon Foundation to offer a special beer pack, the “Pod Pack”, where a portion of the funds will go to support the Foundation, which will then support our orcas.  Here is their press…

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  A group of men had been grinning and smiling for a short time, waving and whistling to get her attention. She was pointedly ignoring them and was convinced that these well-dressed men surely had better things to do than bother her. “If I ever think about moving to Stormwind and opening my own business and owning my own house, you should stop me.” She said grudgingly towards the black cat in her lap.

           The whistling and the callings faded as a female guard walked towards the group and began talking to them; they left shortly after that.

           Neia felt her whole body relax, the tension draining from her forehead. “Humans,” She sighed, stroking the feline who settled back into her lap, “You don’t see any of the other races doing such ridiculous things, at least not openly,” she added softly.

           Her surroundings grew brighter as the common sounds of the city drifted inwards. The giant tree she sat under shifted gently in the wind, the sound of seagulls cried out, the distant sound of boat horns echoed, and on occasion, the sound of men hollering from far, far away.

           “I’m glad we live in Ironforge,” she said again, looking down at the feline. Her stroking had ceased, though she couldn’t remember when she had stopped, and the cat was stretched out on her lap, paws hanging over her legs.

            A chirp caught her attention, more of a caw, and landing down beside her was a black raven, all sleek and shiny in appearance, he looked up at her with black eyes; it clacked its beak, and she stroked its head.

           The raven jumped to and fro before going still and staring off into the distance, she followed its gaze, catching the shiny sheen of a paladin’s armor. A group of them were walking on the upper levels making their way most likely to the Cathedral.

           Neia smiled weakly, as she let her eyes draw back to the feline in her lap. “You think we should get to work as well?”

           “Of course, the lady is always right.” Neia smiled warmly as she adjusted herself to give a better view of her more expensive items. Necklaces with medium size stones that were of different colors, with metal designs that were elvish in idea but had taken on a more human style. “As you can see, each color harbors a special power, that’s why you always see mages with stones on their fingers and necks. I normally only leave these for my magically gifted customers, but since the lady seems to know, she won’t be fooled by cheap imitations, and surely, she will have to depend on her own wits to find exactly what she likes. Lucky for you, I don’t sell cheap, fake stones meant for charms and enchantments, and her impression of you will clearly soar, and maybe, the lady can find some relief in knowing she can depend on you a little more.”

           The man frowned deeply as his eyes took in the new items as his thoughts were clearly elsewhere.

           Neia waited.

This customer was commonly dressed, but she saw the way he held himself, how his shoes were clean and new despite that she had decided set up in the upper levels of the harbor today, and he had a silver metal ring with mini stones of diamonds cut in the way that they shone different colors in the light.

           “You really have nothing else?” He said in a matter-of-fact tone that indicated he wasn’t at all interested, and if she didn’t pique that interest, he would find his business elsewhere.

           Neia reminded herself that he wouldn’t have come to her if he hadn’t already checked all the other known jewel crafting stores.

           “A lady knows her jewels,” she said smoothly, picking up one of the necklaces that was a beautiful opal of silver and blue. “And you won’t find any crafted in such design in a Stormwind shop. In such pure silver. With a cut that shines with both perfection and color.” Neia shifted the necklace in a way that the opal of silver and blue shifted into oranges and red.

           The man eyed her for a moment longer before drawing out his purse, “How much?”

           Two gold slithered there way into her boot. Uncomfortable, of course, but at least this way the silver and copper laid at her hip and no one would be the wiser. Naturally that was if they didn’t try to steal her gems, but she had a secondary defense for that, she thought as she looked down to the black cat sleeping on the box behind her set up.  

           The sun was beginning to dip in the sky, the air still warm and thick a good indication that it still would-be long hours before the day would be over. She scanned the area catching several guards, sailors, and an old woman with a young child running out towards the edge of street; the old woman called out in a panicked tone, but the child had already come to a halt a foot from the edge eyes wide with awe.

           “Keystone Jewelry, masterly cut gems fashioned in anyway you desire! Personal request tomorrow, walk away with a gem today. Enchanted and non-enchanted. Rich or poor, items from copper to gold!” Neia called out letting her voice carry elegantly and softly in a way that a voice could drew crowds in a tavern as music hummed in the air.

           A pair of earrings and another necklace was sold leaving Neia with two gold, and fifty silvers for the day. A good haul for certain. The docks always seemed to garner the best days, but she could tell the crowd was shifting from its normal daytime individuals to a shifter, unsettling group that roamed at night; already a group of hard eye individuals had passed no more than an hour ago setting her spine tingling with unease; the feeling hadn’t drifted away.

           Despite the sun still being an hour or so from sunset, she began picking up gems and necklaces, setting them in individual boxes, and shoving others altogether in a mess of metal and string. Her table folded in neatly, and her display cloth acted as a secondary bag for all the less important gems and simple metal designs. She tied the cloth bag to her backpack and hefted it over both shoulders; the weight was an additional ten pounds at least, but Neia was use to it and it gave her little bother, especially when from the corner of her eye she could see two individuals, one male, one female, staring at her from the shadows that they thought were hiding them.

           Perhaps it would be hiding them if she had normal eyes, but their outlines were obvious, and so were the hilts of weapon and greyish leathers.

           Her second reason to leave now than later was due to the lack of guards patrolling the area, guards and sailors.

           Ever part of her was screaming to find the closes guardsman, but the only real voice that seeped in was to go find Savian. He was her third reason for leaving. Savian would be getting off work shortly and he was at least a ten-minute walk.

           Table in hand, Neia made her way towards the tunnel connecting to the park; the two people she had spotted were talking too each other now, frustration clearly etched into their wrinkles, an argument brewing.

           Neia frowned as she entered the tunnel. They hadn’t yet followed her, still every physically part of her edged for her to run towards the sun light, while mentally her vision blurred to an image of a man with a knife in the dark tunnels of Ironforge, his breath hot on her neck and words he spoke that sent a chill down her spine.

           The smallest part of her knew running would only draw attention and reveal weakness, and that was the part that won.

           A soft meow drew her attention down too her feet. The feline was looking up with green eyes searching hers. She smiled as she stepped out of the tunnel. Her raven let out a squawk as it flapped it wings beside her, landing on the bag on her back. It gave a little caw, a clack of its beak, before it said, “Hello.”

           She chuckled, “Hello to you too, would you like to go tell Savian I’d like an escort home tonight?”

           The raven dubbed its head, clacked its beak, and stayed where it was.

“Yes, I’ll buy you some strips of meat for the deed.”

The raven buoyed up and down before taking off and flying away. She watched for a moment before looking down at the feline. It stayed in line with her steps, careful not to be in her way, ears flicking around in watchful anticipation, but it never looked back, and so, neither did she.  

[austennerdita2533]

A/N: Here’s an exploration of Klaus’s final thoughts while dying because why write happy AUs when I can suffer in canon hell instead? Loosely inspired by (THIS) gifset.

**ALLUSIONS TO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH**

(A03)(FF.net)

Happy reading!

xx Ashlee Bree

There are few constants in this world. Though it’s not the most revolutionary thought to be archived, there is none more relevant to a monster who’s currently stretched thin and waning piece-by-piece into the cityscape, his mind drifting off like flecks of paper as he expends his last gulps of borrowed air into the dusk until he disappears.

Such a stark truth helps to put everything back into perspective. His eyelids can flutter closed with one less regret now because he knows…yes, because he knows…

Hardly anything stays the same here.

The sun rises then sets, only never in the same way twice. Opportunity gushes forward when it should trickle in instead. Blood sustains but it too runs dry the longer his fangs cling to the carotid of some nameless human’s neck, that prayer for help already fallen silent on the tip of a person's tongue so it’s gone before the gods can hear it, before they answer it - that is, if there truly are any gods left.

Perhaps they still exist somewhere, or perhaps they never did?

Klaus wouldn’t know since humanity’s fickleness deletes old beliefs faster than it ushers in grander ones on spools of sacred carpet. He doesn’t care because a thousand years have lapsed, and he’s never seen one. Never heard from one, either. Not a’once.

It seems only the agents of hell reign here. So either he’s indebted to them, or cursed, or he’s a member of their demon dregs? It doesn’t matter which one it is.

There aren’t many consistencies to be found around him regardless. There’s little to no predictability.

Sometimes, though, a giggle will leave its mark in surprise or in dread, in humor or in cruelty, so that it echoes in his head. Not that such a sound matters at all to the wind carrying it like a letter, because how could it? Why would it? There is no promise it shall arrive again before it’s missed.

Thoughts, cultures, foods, and dreams all disappear in the seconds it takes to sneeze.

Klaus snaps his fingers and the Berlin Wall tumbles, he whistles and soon the arctic ice thaws into puddles of boiling salt that raise the seas. Applause turns to duels and duels turn to kisses faster than he can flip to the next Shakespearean act and read it all the way through looking for hints, searching for clues that will tell him what to expect at the end.

Another extinct language is continually born to die in ashes that were made to flicker after they fall. Some embers drift away unseen almost as readily as others which remain behind, stacked higher than gray ant hills. Those are the ones built to thrive and condemn all who come into contact with their illegible numerals in the first place. With no ears to listen, and with no hands to point or shoes to kick it along, the fiery wind above delivers a message that may or may not be read by those who remain below, still standing; the lot of them still stuck in a moment they’ll soon learn to forget because they can, because to survive they must march ahead.

Nothing stops in this world, and Klaus knows it. He’s seen it.

History blows past everything with a wink. He feels the edges spinning away from him day after day - splitting into shreds he’s too slow to catch.

Transience is a terrible companion for a man like him, for all creatures who ache for perpetuity or an anchor of sorts to brace them against the onslaught, but sometimes that’s all there is. Sometimes fleeting brevity is all one gets.

Rain often washes the paint and charcoal from his fingertips, for example. Snow likely cools the fury he wears curled under his breath before exchanging it for mercy, or the precious little of it he still possesses. Hope can be moister than a stick of gum when he tucks it back against his molars, but it never stays fresh. The taste is sweet at first, then more and more sour when the mint decays into chalk along the inside of his cheek and drills a hole of white through his tongue, the bloody thing a grave which opens deeper with every smile and charming word he speaks. Cementing like an abscessed cavity when he must count his losses in soon-to-be-archaic syllables.

New species of flowers proliferate then wither in his palms over and over again. Leaves green before they redden, orange, yellow, and brown so as to hibernate with all the foes he doesn’t know exist, or hasn’t bested yet. Time becomes nothing more than a string of multiplying paragraphs before it starts to unravel at the seams to make it impossible to remember where one fantasy begins, and another reality ends.

Barely anything Klaus touches remains steady. Most of it crumbles, turning to sawdust in his lap.

“Permanent” is neither a word he applies to many things in this universe nor to an existence which has done its damndest to convince him of its rarity.

His whole life already buoys on a globe of volcanic nothings, does it not? He’s observed how it perches precariously on a bed of tepid somethings which is always moving, always changing in a rhythm that quakes until it turns deaf from the relentless pound pound pound of his fists. The fog billows around mountaintops so the centuries pass in a whisper, or so year after year zooms by in a screech so loud it could perforate the eardrums. Yet each one remains special somehow because it cannot be weathered by anything else except progress. And evolution. And transformation.

All the lightness and darkness in him blurs while bourbon drowns the red screams that come from another city’s throat. Then from another…and another…and another…ad nauseam. The cycle continuing in squawking refrain because—oh, how the Endless hurts!

Buildings wobble. Cobblestone rots. Parchment crinkles, yellowing at the edges. Lanterns light a crowded alleyway which soon will be filled with rubble, with parking spaces or picnic tables, with ghosts of people he met too long ago to recount every individual face with clarity.

Hills and meadows and streams, and gravel and grasses and blacktopped streets—they crack beneath his feet the longer he treads on this earth with the continents drifting apart, with the waves crashing back together in a lover’s chaotic embrace because that’s how reunions spark throughout the ages: violently and with no care to preserve the prettiness of the land it once abandoned. And that’s okay. It’s this thirst and hunger for uproar which sprinkles life in destructive beauty. It’s what makes eternal adjustments so spontaneous, so thrilling.

The truth is Klaus is no stranger to changeability.

Nor is irregularity a foreign concept to a cunning mind like his that’s forever plotting, always considering new plans for domination or survival, so none of that scares him. Nothing of the erratic sort can, or should, or will unsettle his thoughts enough to drag him from sleep to brew a war which blazes inside of himself because he’s lost a hold of something the world never gave him, something it never promised he could keep.

He's acknowledged all the while how inconstancy is more likely to web around and throughout him as he continues forward into the eclogues of forever. He’s accepted it, breathed it in like the oxygen he no longer needs.

So what terrifies him isn’t that variables still abound as they always have but that he’s stumbled over something much more disconcerting in the pulse of his own throat, in the wretched tremble of his knees as a single look or word pins him to the floor on all fours, willingly damned like some besotted fool straight out of every bloody Victorian novel that was ever penned. It’s how he’s unearthed a kind of endurability in himself where none should be yet is in spite of all he knows or may confess in truths yanked from his soul like teeth—and that’s her. She’s the singular point of alarm behind everything.

Caroline.

She’s equal parts beautiful, infuriating, and fierce. She’s impossible and inescapable, she’s the answer behind every question he’s too afraid to ask out loud. In the forgotten silence, it’s her voice carrying everything he wants to hear: a ‘so long’ sweeter than a peck on the mouth, a slap of reckoning, a right ‘ol pinch in the arse for being disappointing; light that never dims, never burns down to black; charm and kindness with a dash of audacity, the loveliness of an elbow to the gut when it’s warranted, since it often can be with Mikaelsons around; and hope so pure it covers him like heaven’s own golden sleeves.

Klaus was struck by her the moment they met. He continues to be so every minute, hour, year, decade of time he’s fortunate enough to know her. See her. Wondering about feelings she may or may not reciprocate even as a peculiar heaviness starts to settle over his limbs, then robs him of any action except thinking.

Permanent in a way that will never fade, irrational love for her is the one truly indestructible thing he owns. It belongs to him completely. It’s the thumping heart of his entire universe, but then again...so is she.

However, with Death’s fingertips about to shut a lid over him and all they could’ve been one day, a single thought scratches hauntingly through Klaus’s mind; a final pang shoots across his heart before goodbye rots his lungs for keeps because it’s not until then that he realizes:

Caroline will never learn how much she’s cherished now, will she?

There are few constants in this world. It’s a fact, not a mystery. Yet while physics may write the laws and answers for everything else, for him, she - only she - is a perpetual feeling.

[etudocomida]

[PT-BR] A Whistle Buoy está localizada no coração de Victoria e apesar de estar dentro do histórico Market Square, a cervejaria é super nova, ela abriu no verão de 2019. O acolhedor tap room é uma mistura dos climas costeiro de Vancouver Island e urbano do centro da capital de BC. Parte da decoração é feita com material de origem local e reciclado.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Os lotes das cervejas são pequenos: 800 litros por receita. Mas a cerveja carro-chefe (e a melhor!) Coastality Pale Ale tá quase sempre por lá. Essa American Pale Ale é feita com dry hop de Citra e Mosaic e tem os sabores e aromas cítricos certeiros. Outro destaque é a Fernwood Coffee Stout, servida com nitrogênio, ela é aveludada, saborosa e linda com aquele efeito cascada.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Já disse que o tap room é acolhedor, mas repito, porque nos fez querer ficar mais e tomar mais cervejas. Nós ainda provamos a Fashionably Late Festbier, Western Clash IPA, Stone Cold IPA e Hidden Gem Hazy IPA.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ [EN] @whistlebuoybrewing is located in the heart of Victoria and despite being inside the historic Market Square, the brewery is super new, it was opened in the summer of 2019. The cozy tap room is a blend of the coastal vibe of Vancouver Island and the urban style of downtown from the capital of BC.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The batches of beers are small: 800 liters per recipe. The flagship beer Coastality Pale Ale is the best! This American Pale Ale is made with dry hop Citra and Mosaic and has the right citrus flavors and aromas. Another highlight is the Fernwood Coffee Stout, served on nitro, it’s velvety, tasty and beautiful with that cascading effect.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I've already said that the tap room is cozy, but I repeat, because it made us want to stay longer and have more beers. We also got the Fashionably Late Festbier, Western Clash IPA, Stone Cold IPA and Hidden Gem Hazy IPA.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ check #BCbeerMoB for all the breweries I visited. . . . #beerVancouverMoB #BCAleTrail #thegrowlerbc #cerveja #beer #craftbeergirlfriends #beersoftheworld #girlsdrinkbeer #beersommelier #beerwoman #craftbeer #cervejaartesanal #ale #bcbeer #beersommelier #sommelierdecerveja #mulheresquebebemcerveja #craftbeerlife #mulherescervejei (at Whistle Buoy Brewing Company) https://www.instagram.com/p/CYXMHJsv0rG/?utm_medium=tumblr

[beermebc]

Whistle Buoy Brewing Co - Outer Peace Spruce Tip Pale Ale

Whistle Buoy Brewing Co – Outer Peace Spruce Tip Pale Ale

2021 will likely be one of the greatest in recent memory for seasonal beer releases following the all-time low of 2020, in which breweries seemed to struggle to produce anything beyond core beers. One ingredient that seems to be benefiting from this uptick in seasonal releases is the mighty spruce tip. What could be the quintessential West Coast flavour is noticeably underutilized in BC, outside…

[nwbeerguide]

Turning three, June 25th, Whistle Buoy Brewing announces the first of their anniversary parties.

Press Release

Victoria- Whistle Buoy Brewing Company is celebrating their birthday with an all-day music and beer festival in Market Square that features local food vendors and live wrestling entertainment.

The three year old brewery is celebrating its birthday for the first time, as the majority of the business’ life span has been within the COVID-19 pandemic.

Whistle Buoy is hoping to make up for lost time and to thank the people of Victoria for supporting their small business and getting them through a very challenging few years.

“We want to do something playful and fun that would be unexpected for this venue and put some smiles on people’s faces”

The event will be held in the lower courtyard of historic Market Square, a beautiful heritage brick courtyard in the heart of downtown Victoria on June 25, 2022. The event will go from 2pm to 10pm and will feature five local bands including Alle, Neighbourly, The Projectors, DJ Juice, and Downtown Mischief. The MC will be comedian Evan Mumford. Between musical acts, live wrestling performances will be held by the athletes at 365 Pro Wrestling, a local wrestling entertainment group that is setting up a full wrestling ring at the event. 365 owner Mike Becherer said about the event:

“365 Pro Wrestling is thrilled to be a part of Whistlemania. For people that have never seen our avenue of entertainment before, you’re in for a treat. There will be high flying, bone crunching action, there will also be comedy and technical wrestling. Think of it as a smorgasbord of wrestling so there will be something for everyone”

You can read more about the event and tickets here, or watch the cheeky promotional video of Whistle Buoy owners getting slammed by Damien Caines, a pro wrestler that will perform at the event.

Food will be provided by The Wandering Mollusk, Los Panas Kitchen, Wannawafel, and coffee by Hey Happy. More food vendors to be announced. Tickets have recently gone on sale and are still available.

from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3yZi31s

[hottesome]

Sippin not trippin 1🍺🍻🍺🍻🍺 #beerflight #britishcolumbia #canada #craftbeer #ipa #marketsquare #mondaymood #saison #veganbrew #veganbeverages (at Whistle Buoy Brewing Company) https://www.instagram.com/p/B90Cx0_JAYE/?igshid=7qh5vk3052ij

[spikeinthebox]

Spent my last day in Victoria with a visit to the city’s newest craft brewery, @whistlebuoybrewing. There, I grabbed a trio of crowlers (no growlers/howlers yet), including Coastality West Coast Pale Ale, Cranberry Beret Saison (Prince reference?), and Monkey’s Wedding Alt Beer Altbier. At the tasting room, I got to sample the bright citrus, mild bready malt and mild honey sweetness end of Gulagubben Scandinavian Golden Ale, a great summery sip, and the smooth, creamy, high-gravity swirl of cocoa nibs, bitter lactose nip, molasses and coffee swirl of Mouth Velvet Coffee Milk Stout. These were so good, I can’t wait to crack open that trio of monster cans! #whistlebuoybrewing #whistlebuoybrewingcompany #coastalitywestcoastpaleale #cranberryberetsaison #monkeysweddingaltbeer #gulagubbenscandinaviangoldenale #mouthvelvetcoffeemilkstout #latergram (at Whistle Buoy Brewing Company) https://www.instagram.com/p/B640GB4h6xU/?igshid=131ip5zlx9zxs

[mywinepal]

I read recently that our Southern Resident Killer Whales are endangered with a population of only 74 in total alive today (https://bcaletrail.ca/vancouver-island-brewing-pod-pack/).  To help support our orcas, the POD PACK 2021, 4 craft beers from 4 Vancouver Island breweries was produced, with a portion of sales going Pacific Salmon Foundation to support wild BC salmon stocks, a food source for orcas.  Today I opened the @whistlebuoybrewing Mike Rosé Pale Ale. Mike is the name of one of our resident orcas. I will elaborate in my article on mywinepal.com. The White Buoy Mike Rosé Pale Ale has a medium intensity peachy copper colour.  It has a light mousse upon pouring that dissipates quickly. A light hop plus peach aroma.  Dry with a medium body.  Peach flavour and hoppy tartness with medium bitterness on the finish.  I also note some hibiscus flavour as well.   I am not sure how this particular Rosé Pale Ale is made, but somewhere there should be contact with wine grapes and/or wine barrels from what I have researched online.  I hope Whistle Buoy Brewing can comment on this post so we are in the know. I enjoyed this beer and may try it with a stuffed salmon that I am currently baking in the oven. You can order the Pod Pack at this link: https://podpack.vibrewing.com/#section2 Help yourself, #salmon, and #orcas! @pacificsalmonfoundation #craftbeer #beerstagram #beerlover #instabeer #beerporn #bier #birra #beergeek #bar #wine #cheers #food #beers #brewery #drinks #beerme #beertography #beertime #drinklocal #craftbeerlover #beerlovers #craftbeerlife #beersofinstagram  https://www.instagram.com/p/CQKWpRFsC9k/?utm_medium=tumblr

[writer59january13]

Mad at self for dozing off while meditating

(alternately titled: venerated

uber transcendent state haint give me no lyft)

Ultimate mission (ofttimes possible)

closed eyed insight courtesy meditation

ideally buoys state of consciousness

to naturally induced doze zen realm

disgruntlement arises if yours truly

unaware headstrong winds overtake helm

I invariably drift into light sleep

hours later jostle awake

(analogously experience self named

compressed Rip Van Winkle syndrome)

just smidgen fifty plus shades

gray grizzle coating chin

clumsily amble toward nearest sink

splash cold water across face

apply towel - daub cheeks

various sundry mucus loosened

thick globs phlegm

subsequently, significantly, satisfactorily

expel smallish secretion

out nostrils (pressing one damned nostril closed expelling repeating process

other nostril cleared) Semitic nose

clean as a whistle

don glasses to espy time

digitally printed white within rectangular panel

courtesy electricity illuminating

Verizon set top box

reckon eyes clockface reads

what the ƒ*©* in dog's name...

of Sam Hill, Judas Priest, Matthew Scott...

dadgummit yikes, the time

way past bewitching hour

relaxation cast sleeping spell,

I awoke with a start

'curse saliva drooling and curdling

chin see? ole beastie boy body (mine)

aging baby boomer codger

don't be fooled by

boyish good looks (mine)

nevertheless feral, corporeal

being somewhat refreshed

particularly quaffing CALIFIA COLD BREW MOCHA

to smooth edges jagged grogginess

thus set self able, eager,

ready, and willing to dash off

aforementioned poem at expense

handily deferred (furloughed)

exercise ma moose hills with two fifteen pound dumbbells

least till complete literary task

which snuck up

from outer limits of twilight zone.

[lovethedrunkengoat]

Indeed Peach Bum IPA to be released on June 5th

Indeed Peach Bum IPA to be released on June 5th

[Press Release:] (Minneapolis, MN) – Made for the hazy days of summer, Indeed Brewing’s Peach Bum is ripe for the picking. Aromas of fresh peaches, apricots and blueberries wet your whistle for a dip into this refreshingly fruity Peach IPA. Buoyed by subtle notes of peach cobbler and tart citrus, Peach Bum bobs on waves of tropical-tasting hops. Sun-drenched and juicy, it’s your new summer jam.…

[beermebc]

Victoria’s Whistle Buoy Brewing Company makes Canada’s first crypto beer

VICTORIA’S WHISTLE BUOY BREWING COMPANY MAKES CANADA’S FIRST CRYPTO BEER “Is it a beer or a piece of digital art?” you might ask, and to that we say, “absolutely.”

Victoria – Whistle Buoy Brewing Company released NFT IPA this week, marking the first crypto beer produced in Canada, and perhaps the world. We know you’ve all been waiting patiently for an NFT you can actually drink…right?…You’re waiting for that? Well it appears we might have misread the room, but we went ahead and made an NFT beer anyway, because there’s not much else going on and it was…