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Cocktails in Cambridge | Brook Indian Pub Cocktails

With summer officially here, we could all use a little extra time to relax outside with a refreshing drink, basking in the sun. Locals know and love the cocktails served at Brook Indian Pub since they are among the best in town. The majority of our neighbourhood regulars frequent the bar for our handcrafted cocktails. Stop by the Brook Indian Gastro Pub this summer for the most authentic Indian cuisine and a wide selection of intriguing cocktails, ales, beers, gins, and spirits.

Best Cocktails in Cambridge

Blue Hawaiian Mai Thai:

Blue Hawaiian:

Traditional ingredients for the Blue Hawaiian include pineapple juice, coconut cream, white rum, and blue curaçao liqueur. Its most distinctive features are its bright blue hue and sweet, fruity flavour. Tropical or warm-weather events, including beach parties, poolside get-togethers, or vacation resorts, are ideal for sipping this cocktail. Many people use it for summer parties or to feel like they're in a tropical paradise because it is colourful and refreshing.

Mai Tai:

The Mai Tai has a long and storied history; it was popularised at tiki bars after having its roots in Polynesian culture. Rum (often a blend of light and dark varieties), lime juice, orange liqueur (like curaçao or triple sec), and orgeat syrup are the customary ingredients. The intricate combination of citrus, almond, and rum flavours in a Mai Tai makes it a signature drink. You should have one of these cocktails as a relaxing evening cappuccino or after supper. The exoticism and tranquillity that a Mai Tai brings to any occasion make it perfect for cocktail parties, informal get-togethers, or anytime you're in the mood for a tropical treat.

Tropical flavours abound in both drinks, but their cultural connotations and actual tastes couldn't be more different. When craving a tropical getaway, nothing beats a Blue Hawaiian or a Mai Tai—two of the world's most popular tropical cocktails. Whether entertaining guests at a summer party, relaxing by the pool, or wanting a little island flavour, these cocktails will satisfy your thirst.

Bombay Spiced Mary:

The original Bloody Mary recipe calls for vodka, tomato juice, and various seasonings and spices; this "Bombay Spiced Mary" takes a somewhat different approach. The name "Bombay" alludes to substituting Bombay Sapphire gin for vodka, which gives the classic recipe a botanical and aromatic touch.

Like the classic Bloody Mary, the Bombay Spiced Mary is an adaptable drink that works well for various events. Here are a few examples of when it could be helpful:

Brunch-

A Bombay Spiced Mary or any Bloody Mary will surely be a brunch crowd-pleaser. The savoury and spicy flavours enhance breakfast foods like eggs benedict, omelettes, and delicious crepes.

Daytime Events-

Bombay Spiced Marys' rich and refreshing profile makes them perfect for daytime occasions like garden parties, picnics, or weddings.

Social Gatherings-

When you want to wow your guests with a savoury and refined cocktail, serve them Bombay Spiced Marys.

Watermelon Martini-

When you're craving something light and summery, or when the weather is warm, whip up a Watermelon Martini. It's a delicious and delightful beverage. In these circumstances, in particular, a Watermelon Martini is delightful:

Summer parties-

Summer barbecues, pool parties, and beach picnics are perfect for watermelon martinis. Watermelon's mild flavour is great for hot weather.

Outdoor Events-

Serve watermelon martinis at concerts, festivals, and rooftop parties. The delicious, bright cocktail brings summer enjoyment to outdoor events.

Girls' Night In-

Enjoy Watermelon Martinis while watching films, playing games or hanging out with pals on a girls' night in. Its sweet, refreshing taste makes watermelon popular among friends.

Palm Beach:

The term "Palm Beach" does not refer to a particular kind of cocktail but rather to a generic term that, depending on the mixologist or barman, can describe several different beverages. The word "Palm Beach" may conjure images of the posh Florida vacation town, but in a cocktail context, it could mean tranquilly, opulence, and the tropics.

Keeping that in mind, I've come up with a few ideas for when a "Palm Beach" cocktail would be appropriate:

At the Pool or on the Beach-

Imagine yourself soaking up some rays and feeling the salt air on your skin in a plush cabana by the pool or beach. Enjoying your downtime in such an environment would be much more enjoyable with a Palm Beach cocktail.

Summer Break-

Drinking a Palm Beach drink can take you to a place of peace and luxury, whether on a tropical vacation to a faraway island or just relaxing in your backyard.

Luxurious Hotel or Ski Resort-

An elegant Palm Beach cocktail perfectly matches your opulent setting at a five-star resort or hotel with its verdant palm trees, powdery white sand beaches, and discreet butler service.

Formal Occasions or Festivities-

Palm Beach might conjure images of fancy parties, lavish soirées, or high-class gatherings. Try serving a classic Palm Beach cocktail at these events for an air of refined elegance.

Evening Cocktails-

Picture this: as the sun sets over the horizon, a beautiful display of sunset colours—pink, orange, and gold—reflects off the ocean. One way to enhance this once-in-a-lifetime event and make memories that will last a lifetime is to sip on a Palm Beach drink.

Slow Comfortable Screw:

A drink called the "Slow Comfortable Screw" is made with sloe gin, Southern Comfort, vodka, and orange juice; its name is a little oblique. Because of the powerful blend of components, it is usually regarded as a strong drink, which could affect the timing and manner of consumption.

In the following cases, a Slow, Comfortable Screw could be a good choice:

Relaxed Get-togethers:

Relaxed social events like outdoor BBQs, game evenings, or casual parties could call for this cocktail. Perfect for laid-back get-togethers, thanks to its high alcohol level and fruity taste.

Cocktail Parties:

One possible speciality cocktail to serve at a cocktail party or event themed on mixed beverages is the Slow Comfortable Screw. Because of this, the menu is more exciting and gives customers more options to sample.

Late-Night Drinks:

The name and strength of the Slow Comfortable Screw suggest it could be a good choice for a nightcap at a club or bar. You might ask for this cocktail if you are craving something robust and savoury.

Brunch:

For some, brunch calls for a fruitier, sweeter cocktail, and the Slow Comfortable Screw might be just the thing. Its orange juice base is traditional for brunch drinks, but the sloe gin, Southern Comfort, and vodka kick it.

After-Dinner Drink:

It is possible to have a Slow Comfortable Screw as a digestif following a meal, as is the case with many cocktails that contain fruit juice. Its lemony sweetness can provide a nice balance to heartier fare.

Matcha Pisco Sour:

The Matcha Pisco Sour adds a novel spin to the traditional Pisco Sour beverage by incorporating matcha powder for a vivid green hue and earthy taste. Consider sipping on a Matcha Pisco Sour on the following occasions:

Cocktail Parties:

The Matcha Pisco Sour is a show-stopping choice when entertaining friends or hosting a cocktail party. Its unusual appearance and interesting taste are sure to turn heads.

Brunch:

As matcha is often used in breakfast and brunch dishes, the Matcha Pisco Sour can be an energising and refreshing option for brunch parties. Its one-of-a-kind taste complements many brunch options.

Japanese or Peruvian Nights:

One possible cocktail option for a dinner party with Japanese or Peruvian food is the Matcha Pisco Sour. An intriguing touch that enhances the flavours of both cuisines is the blending of matcha with the typical Pisco Sour ingredients.

Summer or spring afternoons:

Enjoy a Matcha Pisco Sour at a picnic, outdoor party, or just a lazy afternoon on the patio because of how refreshing it is. Its verdant hue also makes any gathering in the spring or summer more lively.

Mixology Sessions:

Making the Matcha Pisco Sour at home or in a mixology class would be interesting if you're into trying out different cocktail recipes or are interested in mixology in general. Its unusual components and preparation method provide a chance for experimentation and inventiveness.

It all comes down to personal preference and the setting when it comes to when you can enjoy a Matcha Pisco Sour. Whether you're hosting a themed dinner party, want to cool down on a hot day, or want to wow your guests with a creative cocktail, the Matcha Pisco Sour is a great choice.

To enjoy some of the best drinks and food in Cambridge The Brook Indian Gastro Pub is the place to visit. Along with food and drinks we also entertain our customers with live music events, karaoke nights, open mic events and quiz nights. If you love to try some unique and traditional Indian Gastro Pub food then The Brook near Mill road, Cambridge is the place to visit.

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cassandra-tangled · 5 years ago

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Cassandra Appreciation Week Day 1: Friendship

Hi guys! Here’s a little oneshot for day 1! I’m a little late (it’s 1 am on the 16th in my time zone), but better late than never!

Here’s the AO3 link

The word count is 3,653

And a brief summary is: the gang celebrates Cass’ twenty-eighth birthday. If you read my fic it’s not related but I had fun writing this and might add a birthday chapter at some point.

They do drink and I think there’s like one curse, just an fyi.

Well, here it is! I hope y’all enjoy.

Cassandra awoke from her sleep to a persistent tap, tap, tap on her shoulder.

“Cass? Cass, wake up. Come on, wake up!”

Groaning, Cassandra rolled over, shifting from her usual sleeping position on her stomach to lie on her back. She forced her eyes open and glanced at the clock on her wall--it read seven o’ clock in the morning. Admittedly, she’d usually be up by now or within the next few hours, but her thoughts had kept her up last night, and she hadn’t found slumber until three o’ clock in the morning, when she usually let herself rest at ten or eleven o’ clock. Her eyelids were heavy, her eyes swollen, and her hair a ruffled mess of black bed-head.

“What do you want, Raps? I’m tired.”

“You’re not allowed to be tired!” Rapunzel shook her head, pulling the covers off of Cassandra and throwing them across the room.

“Hey,” Cassandra growled, instinctively rolling onto her side and drawing her knees in close to her chest. “Come on, Raps, why’d you do that?”

“Today is a very special day, Cassandra.”

Cassandra paused. It was? She couldn’t quite bring to fruition why today would be different than any other, unless it was another Coronan holiday she’d forgotten about whilst on the road. She’d been on the road for a while, and just recently returned home to relax and rest up a bit. Living on the road, especially on your own, time tended to be but a blur. The days congealed into weeks, the weeks into months, the months into years--honestly, Cassandra would have had no idea how long she’d actually been gone if Rapunzel hadn’t counted the days and announced it upon her return. She was back on somewhat of a visit, and hadn’t decided if she was going to stay and work in Corona or leave once more, but she knew one thing for certain--she had no clue why today was ‘special’.

“Uhhh...special day?”

“Cassandra.” Rapunzel huffed, shaking her head. Her emerald eyes glimmered with a hint of amusement. “You can’t be serious. Stop joking.”

“No, Raps, I’m serious. I’m sorry, but whatever Coronan holiday today is, I have no clue. I have no concept of time anymore, honestly.”

Rapunzel clicked her tongue. “I’m glad you’re back then, so that I can remind you.”

“What is it?”

“Cass, it’s October 30th. It’s your twenty-eighth birthday!”

“Oh.” Cassandra’s cheeks flushed red. “I really forgot my own birthday? Honestly, time on the road was a blur. I wasn’t even really sure if I was twenty-six or twenty-seven...”

“Well, yesterday you were twenty-seven. Today you’re twenty-eight.”

Cassandra sat up and groaned. “Oh my God, I’m old.”

Rapunzel shot a judgmental glance in Cass’ direction, and playfully swatted at her shoulder. “Oh, hush.” She paused, a laugh escaping her lips. “Now you know how Eugene feels.”

“Hey, don’t compare me to Fitzherbert. I’m not thirty yet.”

“Whatever you say. Are you ready for your special day?”

“Uh, no, honestly. I didn’t know it was my birthday. I’m not...emotionally prepared for whatever craziness you have planned today.”

Rapunzel let out a faux gasp. “Cass! I have no such craziness planned.”

Cassandra cocked her eyebrow. “Sure you don’t. Besides, who knows if today is even my actual birthday? It’s probably just a random date I gave my dad when he took me in. I was only four, I probably had no concept of my birthday. Anyway, I don’t need, er, a celebration.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Yes you do! Besides, today is the day you’ve been celebrating your birthday since Cap took you in. If it doesn’t count as your real birthday, I don’t know what does.”

“Uh, hopefully nothing does. I hate birthdays.”

“Hate birthdays? How could you hate birthdays? I mean, there’s presents, cake, streamers, singing, parties, friends...it’s gonna be a perfect day.”

“Uh, I hate most of those things. Streamers are annoying, parties are annoying, singing is annoying, and presents make me feel like I owe the gifter something in return. Friends and cake are good, I suppose…”

“Well lucky for you, I know you, and I didn’t plan a party, exactly. It’ll just be dinner between me, you, Eugene, Varian, and Lance. Lance is even leaving the girls home so it can be an adult-only gathering. No singing, I promise.” Rapunzel paused. “Except maybe happy birthday? Oh, and there will be rum. And wine. And ale.”

“Rum and wine and ale?” Cassandra sighed. “Oh, okay, you got me. As long as it’s really just the five of us.”

“Okay, perfect! Dinner is at seven o’ clock tonight.”

“Right. So you woke me up twelve hours before...why?”

“Erm…” Rapunzel’s face flushed red. “Because I wanted to see you before I have to work. I missed you, okay? I wanted to give you this, too.” Rapunzel reached into the trusty satchel that Cassandra had gifted her long ago, and pulled out a small black drawstring pouch. “I mean, Eugene and I got you a present for dinner tonight, but here. This is from me.”

Rapunzel gently passed the black pouch to Cassandra, and Cassandra took the velvety, dark pouch in her hand. Tenderly, Cassandra opened the pouch and reached her fingers inside. Her digits met with a small, cool item, which she wrapped her hand about and pulled out. When she opened her hand, her eyes landed upon a small, black ring with a large purple stone mounted in the center. Circling around the stone were several smaller clear stones, also mounted into the dark black metal of the ring.

“Wow, Raps. It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Cassandra slid the ring onto her left ring finger. “It fits perfectly, and now creepy men won’t hit on me when I’m back on the road. I love it.”

“Oh, no problem! I made it myself.”

“You what?”

“I know, right?” Rapunzel laughed. “I made it pretty soon after you left. I wanted to have something to give you when you came back, but since you came back so close to your birthday, I decided to wait ‘til today. It actually took, like, five tries. Xavier helped me mold the ring itself. I got the Cassandrium from, well, Varian, and the smaller stones are tiny little diamonds.”

“Diamonds?” Cassandra’s eyes widened. “Raps, this is far too expensive, I can’t--”

“Cass. I’m a princess. I don’t mean to sound braggy, but suffice to say, I want for naught. It’s yours.”

“Wow.” Cassandra drew her finger up closer to her face, examining the ring more closely. “Thank you, Raps. I love it.”

“Of course.” A warm smile spread over Rapunzel’s face. “Well...sadly, I have some duties I have to attend to before dinner tonight, so I’ll let you get back to your slumber.”

“Mmm. Slumber sounds nice.”

“I bet it does, sleepyhead.” Rapunzel stood up and let out a chuckle. “It’ll be in the main dining hall, after my parents have finished having their dinner, okay?”

“Sounds good. Thanks for not inviting the whole kingdom, Raps.”

“Of course. I’ll see you at seven.”

“See you at seven.”

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Before Cassandra knew it, it was six o’ clock at night. She’d slept til a bit past twelve o’ clock noon--extremely late for her, but reasonable, given her lack of sleep the night prior. After she woke up, she spent most of the day alone in her room killing time--she sharpened her weapons, read about half of a novel, and took a brief walk about the castle to kill some time.

At six forty-five, she began to make her way through the wide, dim, labyrinth-like halls of the castle. To the untrained eye, the castle would be immensely confusing--but Cassandra had grown up here. She knew all of the halls like the back of her hand, the twists and turns ingrained into her mind from youth. Her legs carried her effortlessly to the doors of the grand hall.

Cassandra was unsure if the King and Queen had finished their meal, and didn’t want to disturb them if they hadn’t. As such, she leaned her back up against the wall next to the door, and began to absentmindedly fiddle with her hands. Her mind was riddled with both anxiety and excitement as she thought of the night to come. Birthdays weren’t her favorite, and parties weren’t exactly her strong suit, but at least this evening would hopefully be more relaxing and drinking with friends.

Suddenly, the door beside her swung open, and Cassandra fixed her posture. She wasn’t sure if it was the monarchs or Rapunzel, but better safe than sorry.

“Oh, hello, Cassandra,” called a sweet, melodic voice. “A certain princess informed me that it’s your birthday. Happy birthday, dear.”

Cassandra turned, her eyes meeting with Queen Arianna’s. She quickly averted her eyes, and engaged in a quick, respectful curtsey. “Thank you, Your Highness,” she smiled, “it means a lot to me.”

“Of course.” Arianna paused both her speech, and in the doorframe momentarily. “You know, I remember when you were about yea big.” She gestured down towards her side, and a gentle smile spread across her face. “You’re surely all grown-up now. It makes me feel old. How old are you?”

“I’m turning twenty-eight today, Your Highness.”

“And to think you came to us when you were only four.” She paused for another moment and glanced off, as if thinking, before turning back to address Cass once more. “Well, I’m off, but Rapunzel is waiting for you in there. Frederic has already adjourned, so feel free to make your way in whenever. Enjoy the rest of your night, Cassandra.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. You as well.”

Cassandra took a deep breath, analyzing the interaction in her head. She recalled the Queen’s bittersweet fondness towards her as a child, and a pang hit her stomach. She’d always looked forward to running a message to the throne room for her father as a child because she might be there, or running into her in the hallway. There was some sort of strange, unspoken bond and appreciation between them, at least on Cass’ end--that of a mother who’d spent much of her adult life yearning for a daughter, and a daughter who spent most of her childhood yearning for a mother.

Cassandra shook her head, cleared the thoughts from her mind, and pushed her way in through the tall, dark doors of the throne room. The room was well lit by candlelight in the fading twilight. Rapunzel and Eugene stood by the table, and Lance and Varian were already seated. The table was laid with a fine dinner of roasted chicken, steak, potatoes, and peas. Sat at the center of the table was a modest but beautifully decorated cake, a bottle of rum, a bottle of wine, and a bottle of ale, as well as glasses suited for each. Cass felt a blush spread over her face, flustered that such a celebration was for her.

“Well, if it isn’t the birthday girl!” Rapunzel moved towards her, and her slender arms wrapped Cassandra in a brief hug. She gestured to the seat at the head of the table, where the King usually sat. “Take a seat.”

Cassandra’s cheeks burned red. “I am not sitting there,” she laughed, “that’d just feel wrong.”

“Well, then,” Eugene jested, “I’d be glad to take your place. Happy birthday, Cass.” He moved over towards Cassandra, and also wrapped her in a brief hug, before raising his hand in a fist motion.

“Fitzherbert, don’t even think about giving me birthday punches. I will cut your hands off.”

“Geez, geez,” Eugene laughed, pulling his fist back. “My hands didn’t survive years as a thief just to be chopped off by the dragon lady.”

“Watch yourself, then.” Cassandra grinned slyly and sat down, with Eugene and Rapunzel following suit. She turned her attention to the other two men at the dinner. “Good to see you two,” she smiled.

“Happy birthday, Cassie,” Varian smiled. “You’re old.”

“Shut up, kid, don’t remind me.”

“Not as old as me,” Lance interjected. “But soon! Happy birthday.”

“Thanks for the cheer, guys.”

“You can always count on us,” Lance winked.

“Okay, I need a shot,” Cassandra laughed, “someone hit me.”

“Tsk, before dinner, Cass?”

“Oh, yes, Raps. It’s my birthday, remember?”

Lance chuckled and obliged, reaching for a shot glass and the bottle of rum. He poured Cassandra a shot glass and slid it across the table to Cassandra. “Anyone else?”

Eugene raised his hand, followed by Varian, and then a shy Rapunzel.

“Wow, Raps,” Eugene poked, “you normally stick to your wine.”

“Well…” A slight smile spread over her face. “It’s a special occasion!”

Lance poured out four more shot glasses--three for the others, and one for himself. He distributed them, before raising his up in the air. “Cheers!”

A jolly ‘cheers!’ commenced, followed by glasses to mouths and scrunched-up faces, particularly on the parts of Varian and Rapunzel.

“Lightweights,” Eugene teased under his breath.

“Okay, everybody,” Rapunzel interjected, “let’s eat!” She shot a glance at Lance and Eugene. “Birthday girl first.”

Cassandra served herself a bit of each dish, and the others followed. Cassandra was blown away--you tend to appreciate royalty-level meals after living on the road. The chicken was tender, the steak cooked to perfection, the potatoes whipped and soft, and the peas sweet in her mouth. Before long, plates were filled, then soon cleared--only for some to be filled again, and cleared once more.

When Cassandra was done, she pushed her plate back and wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “Well, that was fucking amazing. Thanks for putting this together, Raps.”

“Of course! Are we ready for cake?”

“Mmm, nope. I need some more rum. Lance?” Cassandra tipped her empty shot glass in his direction.

“Oh, fine,” he laughed, topping her off. “After this, you guys are on your own.”

“Hey, not my fault the rum’s on your side of the table.” She raised the shot to her mouth, and consumed it in one smooth gulp.

Lance grinned sarcastically and pushed the bottle to the middle of the table. “Problem solved!”

Cassandra shook her head, amused. She noticed Varian reaching for the bottle, and let out a chuckle. “So, you drink now, Varian?”

“Oh.” He poured himself another shot, and raised it to his lips. “Uhhh...sometimes?”

“God, you’re still a child in my head. Stop growing, kid.”

“I can’t. Or I mean, I probably could, given my skill set, but I don’t want to.”

“Oh, trust me, you do. It’s not worth going to those lengths, though.”

“Yeah, no,” Cassandra chuckled, reached for the bottle, and poured another out.

“Slow down, Cass,” warned Eugene. “We’re not walking you back to your room, girly.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes. “Number one, don’t call me that. Number two, I can handle my alcohol, Fitzherbert.”

“Oh, sure you can.”

Cass raised the glass to her mouth and tipped it back. “Try me.”

“Okay, now,” Rapunzel laughed. “Your bickering is endearing, but I think it’s time for cake.”

“Please don’t sing to me,” Cassandra groaned.

Rapunzel pulled a candle from, it seemed to Cassandra, thin air, and stuck it in the cake. “Oh, we’re singing.”

Cass examined the cake in closer detail--the base icing was white, highlighted with blue flowers and green leaves around the edge. The middle read simply, “Happy Birthday, Cassandra!”. At this point, the ‘irt’ in ‘Birthday’ had a candle stuck straight through it.

Rapunzel grabbed a random candle mounted on the wall, and lit the candle that was sat atop the cake. “Okay, everybody ready?”

“No,” Cassandra sighed. “Get on with it.”

“Okay, everybody,” Rapunzel chirped, “let’s go!”

Cassandra felt a deep red blush spread across her cheeks as her friends sang the all-too-familiar song.

“Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Cassandra,

Happy birthday to you!”

“Make a wish, Cass!”

So, she did. Cassandra closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and made a quiet wish in her head--no matter where life was to take her, let her remain always as happy as she was with these people, these friends, in this moment.

Cassandra blew out her candle.

“Woohoo!” Rapunzel leaned over and poked Cassandra on the nose. “Whatcha wish for?”

“I can’t tell you! It won’t come true.”

“Oh, fine.” Rapunzel reached for the knife, cut out a neat slice of cake, and placed it on a plate, before handing the plate to Cassandra. “It’s Atilla’s,” she winked.

Cassandra took a bite, and the sweet taste of vanilla topped with buttercream hit her mouth. “Mmm, I love Atilla’s cake.”

“Who doesn’t?” Eugene took a piece of his newly served cake, and shoved it into his mouth. “Mmm. No offense, Cassandra, I know it’s your birthday--but I’m so taking these leftovers.”

Cassandra shrugged. “Fine by me.”

“Eugene, can we give her our gift?”

“If you want, Sunshine.”

“Okay, okay, I do. Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back.” Rapunzel jumped up from the table and ran to the corner of the room, retrieving a medium-sized wrapped box with a bow from the corner. She quickly made her way back to the table and set it in front of Cass. “Okay, go ahead!”

“Okay…”

Cassandra gingerly removed the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside were a multitude of small items--a sharp, sheathed dagger, a leather notebook, a quill, a deep red sweater, black tights, and a new pair of boots, Cassandra’s old spirit bracelet, and two neatly folded, painted paper cards. Cassandra removed the cards and examined them--on the cover of one was a painting of Cassandra, Rapunzel and Eugene, and on the other, a painting of all five present in the room. She unfolded the one with just the three of them on the front, and read the inside.

“Cassandra,

Happy birthday! I hope you’ve enjoyed your birthday, and like these gifts. Whether you stay or go, these are pieces of us you can keep with you. We love you!

Raps and Eugene.”

With a smile on her face, she opened the other card.

“This one’s just so that you have a picture of all of us together. I hope you like it!

Raps.”

Cassandra leaned over and embraced Rapunzel. “Thank you, Raps. You too, Eugene. I love it.”

“I’m glad you do,” Eugene shrugged, “but Rapunzel deserves all the credit.”

“Oh, I know,” Cassandra laughed. “I’m just being polite. Seriously, I love it.”

“Okay, me next!” Varian pulled out a small pouch from his pocket. “Here you go, Cassie.”

Cassandra opened the pouch, and peeked inside to see an array of colorful crystals and gems. There was, of course, a few pieces of Cassandrium, some small green gems, a large chunk of deep blue crystal, and a large clear, polished gem.

“I’ve found these in my work around Corona. Well, except the Cassandrium, of course. I know it’s not much, but…”

“Hey, I love it. They’re beautiful. When I go back out on the road, I’ll have even more of Corona to take with me.”

“Uhhh, I got you a bag of candy,” Lance interrupted. He pulled out a familiar bag, one from Monty’s Sweet Shoppe, and slid it across the table to Cassandra. “Thank me later.”

“I’ll thank you now, or I’ll forget.” Cass let out a chuckle. “Thanks, Lance.”

“I’m sorry to say it, you guys, but this princess is tired out. Anyone else?”

“Uh, ditto,” responded Eugene.

“You guys are lame.” Varian reached for another shot. “I don’t sleep.”

“Well, you probably should,” Rapunzel laughed.

“Mmm,” Cassandra shrugged, “I’m a little drained. One more shot for me, and I’m out.”

“Oh, fine. I’ll leave too.” Lance reached for the rum, and emptied a little into his shot glass. “Another round for everyone.” He slid the bottle to Cass, who slid it to Rapunzel, who, in turn, slid it to Eugene. Once everyone’s glass was filled, Cassandra raised the rim to her mouth.

“Cheers.”

“Cheers!”

Soon, each glass was emptied, and the table was surrounded by a tipsy, droopy eyed crew.

“I’m going to bed,” Eugene declared, standing up from the table. He moved in Cassandra’s direction and gave her a teasing pat on the head. “Happy birthday, Cass. Goodnight, everyone.”

“Night.”

“Night, Fitzherbert.”

“I’ll be up soon, dear, I’m going to walk Cass back to her room.”

Lance stood up from the table as well, followed quickly by Varian.

“I guess this is our cue, Cassie.” Varian moved to the other side of the table, and gave Cass a quick hug, before making his way to the doors. “Happy birthday, Cass. Goodnight.”

“Night, kid.”

“I’m out too, Cass,” Lance sighed, eyeing the bottle of rum, before ultimately drifting towards the tall doors. “The girls have probably destroyed the house by now. Either that, or they’ve cleaned the entire thing. It’s a guessing game with those two.”

“Well, good luck,” Cassandra laughed. “Night, Lance.”

“Night, Cass.”

Before she knew it, Cassandra was alone with Rapunzel. She slumped forward, leaned on her hand, and picked a frosting flower from the side of the cake.

“Thank you, Raps,” she smiled, placing the flower in her mouth. “Tonight was fun.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Rapunzel winked. “Ready for bed?”

“Mmm, yeah, or to get back to my room, at least.”

“Let’s get going, then. I’m worn out.”

Cassandra placed the bag of gems and the bag of candy in the box with the rest of her presents, before heaving it up to carry it. Rapunzel grabbed a candle to light the way, and the two made their way back to Cassandra’s room in a pleasant silence.

“Well, Cass, this is your stop!” Rapunzel leaned over and swung the door open. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you for everything today, Raps.”

“Hey, there’s no need to thank me. It’s nice to have you home.”

“It’s nice to be home. Goodnight, Rapunzel.”

“Goodnight, Cassandra.”

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shipping--hell · 5 years ago

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Finding His Light

Chapter 4/?

The two of them leave the bookshop only twice in the next week.

The first is for a date at the Ritz.

On a drive back, because Crowley insists that he gives Aziraphale a ride somewhere, the angel is trying to police Crowley’s driving while ignoring two things.

One, Crowley’s vibration has been spiking at random intervals. Two, his own is threatening to do the same.

As an angel, he doesn’t see auras like that witch from Armageddon, but rather a sort of heat feeling from those with stronger energy fields. Other ethereal beings require little effort to sense, but Crowley has always been easy, no effort required, since day one.

And due to the previous day, his demon’s had random and violent flashes of heat radiating from him, most of them catching Aziraphale off guard, and some of them requiring the angel to actually comment on it.

They get back to the shop and Crowley leads him inside.

“Your vibration is staggering, dear.”

“Ah, it’s nothing, Angel. Just been a little all over the place lately.”

“You don’t have to hide things from me, Crowley.”

“You know what I mean, it’s just.. er, it’s- it’s all the…”, he gestures wildly to the space between them.

“The recent events?”

“Yes, yes of course, the recent events, yes. It’s all… everywhere.”, he indicates this by wiggling his fingers around him.

“Well, I’m glad you’ve been happy.”

And there it is again.

Aziraphale rolls his eyes and Crowley lounges on the loveseat.

He sits down next to him and gives himself momentary courage to sit touching.

Crowley puts an arm around him, glad for his glasses.

What can he do? The love of his life has actually agreed to be the love of his life, he can’t help overreacting inside.

He pulls Aziraphale closer to him and renews his promise again by telling himself to protect this angel at any cost. His scent is nearly intoxicating at this proximity, and Crowley lets out a soft snort when his angel’s own vibration begins to steadily increase.

“You know how great this is?”

“What?”

He doesn’t want to have to say it. He’s never been mushy, and he isn’t about to start now.

“It’s just nice. I wish you wouldn’t hold yourself back like you are.”

Aziraphale stiffens. Of course Crowley’s able to see that he’s having issues fully giving in.

“But, you don’t have to right now. I’ll help you catch up, but we aren’t rushing anything.”

Aziraphale relaxes under his arm and Crowley takes his glasses off, miracling them away. The angel raises his legs up after miracling his shoes elsewhere, and then leans properly into Crowley’s side.

His eyes are closed, but Aziraphale isn’t sleeping. He never has, and probably never will. He lets himself relax and inhale, breathing in that weird gasoline and soil scent of Crowley’s that he loves so much.

How is he supposed to act? Does anything have to change? He rather enjoys this new form of closeness with his demon, despite never understanding why humans did it themselves. Aziraphale probably would never experience arousal, but he was more than okay with that.

Nasty human activity, sex.

He was pretty sure Crowley wasn’t a fan of it either, despite his nature.

The pair lay like that for a while, Aziraphale noticing when Crowley begins to slump, then breathe heavier.

He lays with his eyes closed on Crowley’s lap for quite some time- until the demon wakes up.

The second time they leave the bookshop isn’t as pleasant. Aziraphale is off to visit his barber, as well as a couple other friends, while Crowley needs to check on his plants and the rest of his house.

The demon is definitely not deciding what needs to go and what is getting brought to the shop.

He snaps, and his door is unlocked.

Despite this, he is uneasy. He feels something big. He focuses on sensing it, but remaining calm, as he strolls in and waters what needs to be watered, as well as taking out the good rum and ale from his liquor cabinet.

He sets a bottle on the table and feels the big thing closer, yet… less.

There’s four things.

He can feel more clearly now, and as he lines up what he plans on taking to the bookshop, he feels Beelzebub.

Crowley stops.

“How rude of you all to show up at someone’s place uninvited!”, he lifts his head and calls out, gathering what little composure he has in the face of this threatening vibration coming from the Lord of Hell.

Hastur, Ligur, and Beelzebub appear from the shadows, followed by a lesser demon.

“You’re coming with us.”, says the lesser demon.

“No, I’m not.”, Crowley snarls, gathering his energy.

Beelzebub flicks an arm and a bat appears, dripping with something awful and infested with flies. Crowley summons a pipe and twirls it.

Ligur rushes him, and he swings. The lead pipe connects with the taller demon’s abdomen, and Hastur growls. Ligur is behind him in seconds, and Hastur gets to him almost as fast. Crowley hears a thunk with he strikes Hastur’s head, but while preoccupied, is hit in the side by Beezebub’s bat.

He drops his weapon as the wind is knocked out of him. Ligur immediately has his arms uncomfortably held behind him. He summons his wings as a last ditch attempt to throw him off, maybe taste a few feathers, but Ligur is prepared for it.

Another crack of the bat, this time where his shoulder and neck meet.

The lesser demon approaches with something in her hand.

A… a sewing needle?

She stands in front of him, and he struggles madly, kicking the best he can.

Beelzebub stops him with another hard smack.

She dips the needle into a small jar she’s pulled from her sweatshirt, then quickly shoves it into his neck.

Crowley screams for a moment, then feels a little off.

He feels his neck relax, numb, then his shoulder, his chest, his other arm and a leg, his face, then everything else. His eyes close, his mouth falls open, and he is unaware of everything next.

When he wakes up, he is in a room. An empty bathtub sits in the corner, overturned, and he’s suddenly very afraid of holy water.

He goes to stand, but nearly falls over with how weak his limbs are. He gets himself against a wall and leans, breathing shallow and eyes wide without his glasses to cover them.

“What is this?!”, he screams, “Fuck all of you!”

He restrains himself from jumping at Beelzebub’s voice.

They come through the door, locking it behind them.

“If holy water doesn’t kill you, we figured we’d just beat the shit out of you instead.”

“Why are you doing this? Why now?!”, he asks, refusing to have his spirit broken or his fear show.

“Shut up!”, Beelzebub walks up and hits him hard, in the legs. He crumples to the floor like a soda can, and the attack is followed by another to his back.

Right in the middle, and he can feel it spread like a disease.

He struggles to sit up, but when he does, he receives a sharp blow to the back of the head.

Of course, this doesn’t knock him out.

“Stay down.”, he feels compelled to obey, as this is the Lord of Hell, and he is a demon.

Despite this, he tries to sit back up, only to be met with another blow.

He tries again.

And again.

And he keeps trying, because now he isn’t on Earth, and Heaven knows that Aziraphale is alone.

He isn’t about to let his angel go unprotected for another minute.

He lets out a scream as his legs and arms decide to work with him. He swings, misses, and they hit him behind the knees.

Crowley’s knees hit the concrete hard, and he knows he’ll be unable to heal this with a miracle.

He just hopes Aziraphale is fine.

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shannaraisles · 6 years ago

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Eclipsed - Chapter 2

Beware the company of wolves, my dear … beware the spawn of the dark. Where one rises, so does the other, and black blood runs in the streets. An old fable, perhaps, but one that is playing out on the streets of Denerim right under the noses of those not born to take notice. What happens when a mortal woman learns about the secret lives lived by the friends she thought she could trust? - A Modern Urban Fantasy Paranormal Romance AU

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"There you are! ... it is you under all that, isn't it?"

Katrina narrowed her eyes playfully at Isabela, laughing as the dark woman reached out to help her untangle herself from her layers of wool. As her mouth was uncovered, she stuck her tongue out at Isabela, though her eyes were busily looking around the bar. It was comfortably dark, with pools of yellow light illuminating tables and chairs set across the wide space in front of the bar. At the far end of the taproom lay a small stage, already set up for a soloist performance. The bar itself was just the right kind of busy - not too full and nowhere near empty, the level of chatter a warm buzz that wasn't too intimidating for Kat's first time out since moving to Denerim. In fact, the only group that might have seemed intimidating was a collection of men and women who had grouped too many chairs around one small table off to one side, and seemed to be playing a lively game of Go Fish.

"I'll have you know my arse is freezing," she informed Isabela cheerfully, grateful for the help in removing her coat and accoutrements.

Isabela snorted with laughter, looking her over in approval.

"Thigh high socks? Darling, in Ferelden, that's practically risque."

Kat looked down at her chosen outfit - pan-collared sweater dress, thigh high socks, warm winter boots - and back up at Isabela, worry touching her expression.

"Is it really?" she asked in concern. "Only ... well, I couldn't find my leggings, and all my tights had holes in -"

"Precious, you look wonderful," Isabela promised her, gently chucking her chin. "And far too easy to tease."

Kat rolled her eyes, her smile just a little shy. It had been a long time since she'd ventured out for an evening that didn't involve entertaining her little sister or talking to Tatum's tutors; she was nervous enough as it was without Isabela teasing her mercilessly all night, too. But her sultry companion could clearly sense that. Isabela simply wrapped an arm through hers, drawing her over to the bar.

"A drink should warm you right up, kitty," she predicted with confidence, catching the eye of the elven bartender as she parked Kat against the smooth ironbark counter.

"And who have you brought me, pretty Isabela?" the elf said, his accent Antivan, his voice smooth enough to send a ripple of pure lust down Kat's spine. His eyes were warm, gentle in their appreciation as he looked her over with a charming smile. "How much to taste her?"

As Kat's eyes widened in shock, Isabela smacked the bartender's hand soundly and laughed.

"Zevran, what have I told you about trying to buy my friends?"

The bartender chuckled, drawing his hand back with another of those charming smiles. His teeth seemed to glint in the reflection of light behind the bar as he smiled, turning his head to show off two supple lines of dark ink on his cheek.

"You cannot blame a man for trying when the lady you present is so delicious," he defended himself.

The comment should have been offensive, but there was a decided playfulness about Zevran, a self-deprecating awareness that his flirtations were just flirtations and nothing more. Despite her initial shock, Kat found herself relaxing, smiling at him even as she shook her head.

"I thought the point of a bar was for the customers to buy drinks, not for the bar staff to buy the customers," she pointed out.

From the over-crowded table behind her, a strong Starkhaven voice called out.

"Zev, are you propositioning my customers again?"

Kat turned curiously to find the owner of that voice, forcing herself to let her eyes scan over the group crowded around their chosen table. They were quite the collection, she had to admit, every one of them compelling in their own way. Three men, three women, most not even glancing up from their lively game of cards - the women were beautiful, in a warm kind of way; not a beauty that declared itself as aloof, but one that invited you to come closer to enjoy the people behind the smiles. One of the dark-haired women was sitting in the lap of one of the lighter-haired men with an easiness that screamed out their relationship status, yet didn't look out of place among the group. The only one of the men sporting dark hair was the one who had spoken, setting his cards face down on the table as he rose to his feet to make his way over to the bar. Kat bit down on a snicker as the other dark-haired woman, who had been sitting next to him, took the opportunity to look at his cards and switch some with her own.

"When you say it like that, it sounds so dirty, my friend," Zevran was saying as the Starkhaven man approached. "I was merely being friendly."

"Why don't you be a friend and get me a rum then, darling?" Isabela suggested to him, laughing as he rolled his eyes with playful reluctance and turned to do just that. "Kitty-Kat, let me introduce you to the owner of this fine establishment and one of the sexiest backsides known to Andraste - Rylen McKenna."

Kat tilted her head back to meet the gray-blue eyes looking down at her, ignoring the little voice in the back of her mind that had decided to wake up and exclaim about the gorgeousness of the male specimen standing right there. She took Rylen's hand with a smile, shaking it more confidently than she felt.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rylen," she said politely. "I'm Katrina."

"Likewise, a pleasure for me," he answered, bending a little to loom over her for a moment before drawing back. Was he ... sniffing my hair?

"Isabela, my dulcet delight, here is your foul liquor."

Zevran's voice drew Kat's mind away from that odd moment, a little relieved when Rylen released her hand. She discreetly caught a hank of her loose hair, drawing it past her nose. No, she didn't smell of anything but her shampoo. Isabela claimed her glass with a grin, tapping the bar in front of her friend.

"I'm paying, kitty, order something sinful."

Distracted, Kat snorted with laughter, letting her hair fall back over her shoulder as she considered what was on offer. She wasn't a fan of beer or ale, and she definitely didn't want to get completely plastered tonight. Beside her, Rylen leaned his forearms on the bar.

"Mind if I make a suggestion?" he asked, drawing her attention to him once again.

"What makes you think you can suggest something I would like?"

Kat tilted her head as she surveyed him, realizing that what she had taken for shadows on his face were, in fact, inked lines that looked almost dwarven in origin. And despite the fact that she was fairly sure he had sniffed her, he didn't seem dangerous or all that strange. He radiated an aura of warm assurance that she found herself drawn to, her vague nerves at meeting new people eased by the confidence of his friendliness. Rylen grinned at her once again.

"Judging by that accent, you're a Marcher like me," he pointed out. "Markham, maybe, or ... no, you've got the Fereldan tang. Ostwick, aye?"

Impressed, Kat nodded. "Very good. Why not Kirkwall?"

Rylen snorted with laughter. "You're not shady enough for Kirkwall."

Despite herself, she laughed, her shoulders rising as her head dropped forward for a moment in a mirthful giggle that just didn't want to stay quiet. Mortifyingly, she then snorted as she breathed in, turning bright red under the sudden amusement of the three people standing with her.

"Now that is adorable," Isabela stated, patting the top of her head with a friendly hand.

Chuckling, Rylen nodded to Zevran. "Firemead for our new wee friend, Zev."

Kat raised her head, feeling her cheeks still burning brightly. She hated when her laugh produced that little piggy snort; it was excruciatingly embarrassing, and yet everyone around her seemed to think it was the epitome of sweetness and hilarity. With fingers pressed to her cheeks, she couldn't even meet Isabela's eyes, much less Rylen or Zevran's.

"So what brings you to the Broken Templar, Katrina?" Rylen asked, straightening up as Zevran slid a small glass of golden mead across the bar and into her hand. "Pretty lady like you shouldn't go unescorted after dark - no lover to hold your hand?"

"She doesn't need a lover, she's got me," Isabela declared, throwing her arm around Kat from behind.

"That does sort of suggest that you render the physical act of intimacy completely moot just by existing, 'Bela," Kat pointed out, one corner of her mouth twitching upward as Isabela planted a loud kiss on her cheek.

"That is unacceptable," the sultry sea-goer replied affectionately. "The best part of any relationship is the orgasm."

"Maker's breath. Can you stop?"

Kat raised her glass to her lips, swallowing a mouthful of the potent mead in one gulp in the hope that somehow the exquisite burning would make Isabela magically not be a walking talking how-to of practical sensuality for the modern woman. The dark-skinned woman simply grinned at her, glancing up at the stage as the redheaded woman who had been sitting with Rylen and his companions stepped up onto the stage.

"Ah." Isabela's smile warmed. "Showtime."

She nudged Katrina up onto one of the bar stools, looping a friendly arm about her shoulders to lean against her from behind. Rylen, in turn, slipped behind the bar to dim the lights, a warm spotlight illuminating the redheaded woman as she took up her guitar and settled onto a stool behind the microphone. She didn't waste time with introductions or coy attempts at humor; she simply began to play, and Kat felt herself instantly relax.

It had been so long since she had been able to see any music performed live, the sensation of witnessing something wholly unique for one night pouring through her like crème Orlais, lifting her expression into an enthralled smile. Leliana played with a delicate confidence that Kat couldn't help but envy, thinking guiltily of her own guitar still packed away after all these months. The redhead's voice was clear, her tone pure, drawing an innocence from the simplicity of the melody. Her repertoire was a familiar challenge; created from old songs of Thedas given a twist of her own design, a twist that breathed life into cultures that, in some cases, were almost entirely gone. Almost without realizing it, Kat found herself singing along quietly, testing out harmonies that came naturally, unaware that her vocal enjoyment added a new layer to the performance for anyone who could hear her. The other sounds of the bar faded for Kat, so absorbed in the music that she didn't even notice when Zevran refilled her glass, or when Isabela tried speaking to her. Only when the last note faded and Leliana took her applause, announcing an intermission before her second set, did Kat return to her full senses, glancing around a little self-consciously.

"Oh, back with us, are you, precious?" Isabela asked laughingly. "You are too adorable for words. I am going to have to take you out for musical evenings a lot more often."

Blushing, Kat dipped her head, turning back toward the bar in embarrassment.

"I can't help it," she muttered, the defensive note in her voice fading to an almost forgotten excitement for the music she had just allowed herself to enjoy. "Her voice, her playing, it's enchanting. The songs are so familiar to me, but they sound like her, not like the old men I learned them from. And her use of the language, the phrasing, the complexity of chords set against the simplicity of the melody, and -"

She trailed off in the face of Isabela's raised brows. The sea-going woman looked startled by the sheer passion in her friend's voice, the enthusiasm in her gestures and eagerness to make her opinion easy to understand. Given that Kat generally spent most days as a quiet shadow with a ready smile and not much to say, it must have been something of a shock to find a subject she could get so easily fired up about.

"Oh, then you must tell her yourself!" a new voice behind her said delightedly.

She turned her head, confronted by the dark-haired woman who had, until recently, been sitting on the lap of one of the handsome men at that rowdy table. The voice declared her to be Antivan, the cut of her clothing declared her to be of a significantly higher income bracket than most people in the bar, and her smile just sparkled in the low light. She was, in a word, gorgeous.

"O-oh, I ... I don't know her," Kat began, her protest cut off by a wave of the woman's hand.

"Nonsense, you won't know anyone until you take the first step," she said cheerfully, taking hold of Kat's hand in a gentle grip. "Isabela, are you coming?"

Isabela was grinning widely at the warm bulldozer that was clearly another close acquaintance of hers taking Kat in hand and refusing to let her be shy and retiring. She caught Kat's eye, and for just a moment, her expression turned from teasing to reassuring. This was a person that could be trusted.

"Of course I'm coming," she informed the Antivan woman. "But introducing yourself to my friend before you drag her off to sit on your boyfriend's lap might be advisable, princess."

"Hmm?"

The tall Antivan blinked, looking down at Kat, who managed a nervous smile back at her. This produced a wider, brighter smile from the dark-haired beauty.

"Of course," she agreed. "My name is Felicita, though everyone you are about to meet calls me Fabs. And you are?"

"Terrified of you," Isabela murmured, snorting with laughter when Kat shot her a swift frown.

"Katrina," she introduced herself, drawing her gaze back to Fabs.

"Well then, Katrina, we have now been introduced," Fabs declared. "Come, come!"

She turned, still holding Kat's hand, and pulled her toward the table where Leliana was sitting with the rest of their party, Isabela trailing along behind them. Rylen was swiftly shooed out of his seat to make room for Kat, but unfortunately for the other unknown man, Isabela was already dropping onto his lap before he could stand up, tugging her fingers through his curls as he grimaced at her.

"Yes, hello, 'Bela," he muttered from behind his glass, jerking his hair out of her grasp as she laughed.

"Oh, Cullen, still so grumpy," she teased. "And here I thought you might be able to summon that devastating smile of yours for my friend here."

"I am not in the habit of smiling on command," he complained, his gaze skimming over Kat briefly before returning to his glass.

She frowned, feeling very out of place, unconsciously wishing to make herself smaller. From the corner of her eye, she saw Isabela flick the man's - Cullen's - ear hard enough to make him wince, but Fabs was already pulling her attention away.

"Katrina, amiga, meet more people," she declared brightly, nestling back into her seat on the lap of the friendlier-looking man. "This is Alistair - Josephine - and, of course, Leliana, whom you were so eager to meet in the first place."

It appeared as though the rest of the group were far friendlier than the man Isabela had decided to torment, judging by the bright smiles that were turned onto Kat by the introduced trio. Alistair winked at her over Fabs' shoulder, already raising his glass to his lips as she made herself comfortable on his lap.

"So you're Isabela's new squeeze, hmm?"

Kat spluttered around her own drink as Isabela let out a sultry laugh.

"Unfortunately for me, Alistair, I lack the appropriate parts to entice her," the dark-skinned woman informed him through her grin, seemingly quite content to make Kat's blush deep enough to resemble a plum tomato.

"And here I thought you were always prepared," a warm voice teased from across the table, drawing Kat's eyes to the woman who had been performing - Leliana.

The redhead's eyes were sparkling in the low light as Isabela laughed again, glancing toward Kat herself with curious interest as Rylen reappeared at the table with an extra chair. He wedged it in between Kat and Josephine and thumped down with a grin, and a moment later, Isabela had launched herself across Kat's lap to crawl into his, stroking the bar owner's jaw affectionately.

"Abandoning your golden-haired boy, 'Bela?" he asked, the Starkhaven brogue giving his cheerful comment a homely feel for the Marcher in their midst.

"Somehow I don't think he's that interested in being felt up tonight," Isabela answered just as cheerfully. "Oh, Leliana ... this is Kat. She sings like an angel."

Kat's jaw dropped.

"You've never heard me sing!" she protested, that blush returning in embarrassment as the group around the table all seemed to turn to her with curious eyes.

"Oh yes, I have," Isabela insisted. "Just now. You were singing along with our sweet Nightingale for most of that set and it was gorgeous. Like honey on the ears."

"Maker's breath ..."

Aware that her ears were now burning as hot as her cheeks, Kat closed her eyes, dropping her face into her hands in a futile attempt to get some kind of control over her embarrassment. She'd had no idea Isabela could hear her singing to herself, vowing never sing along to anything ever again unless she was locked in a soundproofed bathroom.

"Isabela, you have no tact," she heard Leliana say, that sweet Orlesian accent easy to place. "It is a rich compliment for any musician to have inspired an audience to join in."

Reassured a little that the performer wasn't upset by this revelation, Kat hesitantly raised her face from her hands to find Leliana and the woman beside her - Josephine, wasn't it? - smiling with encouraging warmth in her direction. A tentative smile lit up her own face when no more teasing was forthcoming.

"Indeed, the music I play is meant to be shared in such a way," Leliana went on, still warm in the face of Kat's grateful smile. "And these melodies can be enhanced beautifully with a second voice."

"I learned a few of them years ago," Kat admitted, glad to be able to engage in conversation. "The harmonies come easily even now."

Josephine's face lit up with excitement, one hand falling to Leliana's arm.

"Haven't you been saying you wished for a partner for your music?" she declared, revealing herself to be just as Antivan as Fabs. Kat couldn't help wondering if they were related in some way as Josephine continued. "I do not suppose you play an instrument as well, Katrina?"

"Ah ... well, I play guitar, but I haven't picked it up for almost a year," Kat answered a little awkwardly.

"Would you like to?" Leliana asked, something that was almost hope lighting up her eyes.

Startled, Kat stared at her. "Excuse me?"

Leliana flashed her a wide grin as she rose to her feet.

"Stay and talk to me when I am done with the second set," she said, her words more an order than a request. "If Isabela says your voice is like honey, then it is a treat I must hear clearly at least once."

"O-oh, I -"

But the redhead was already making her way back up to the stage, leaving Kat to glance worriedly at the rest of the table. Josephine smiled proudly at her.

"Do not worry, we will protect you from her enthusiasm," she promised, the mischief in her expression drawing an unexpected laugh from Kat's throat.

"Yes," Isabela agreed. "If all else fails, let's arrange a safe-word. You say it, and Rylen here will whisk you away and give you the finest rogering of your life. Won't you, darling?"

As Kat's eyes widened in shock, she was relieved to see that Rylen looked just as shocked, if only for a moment. The handsome Starkhavener looked completely cornered for a brief moment, his gaze snapping from Kat to the man next to her and back before forcibly relaxing under her eyes. He drummed his fingers on the table.

"Oh, but 'Bela, you know I've eyes only for you," he declared, grinning as Isabela kissed the tip of his nose for the compliment. "Katrina, I'm no help when it comes to, uh, rogering, but have you met Cullen?"

He jerked his head to indicate the man sitting on Kat's other side, and before the words registered in her mind, she turned to look at him ... and found herself gazing into the most gorgeous pair of eyes she had ever seen. Amber-bright with whisky notes and earthy warmth, they truly belonged in the stunningly handsome face that was staring at her in turn. How had she not noticed him before? Cullen was broad-shouldered and incredibly easy on the eyes, a perfect manly package wrapped up in an aura of watchful wariness. In short, he looked and felt like a predator, dangerous and beautiful and impossible to resist.

Then Rylen's intention sank into her mind, and Kat didn't think she had ever blushed so uncomfortably in her life. As Isabela chuckled, she glanced down at her lap, hearing Cullen clear his throat uncomfortably. She was vaguely aware of him looking over her head at Rylen for a moment, then he rose abruptly to his feet and left the table, abandoning her to the reaction from his friends. Wow, I must be even more repulsive to men than I thought.

"Ah, bollocks," Rylen muttered. He patted Isabela's leg, moving to rise himself. "Up you get, pet."

To Kat's surprise, as Isabela was rearranged in Rylen's wake, Fabs slid down from her perch on Alistair's lap to pat her hand affectionately.

"It was not personal," the friendly woman assured her. "Cullen is terrible with women."

"And worse with women he likes," Josephine added from across the table. She, too, was offering up a reassuring look. "That is a very good sign. I have not seen him too embarrassed to even talk to a woman before."

"How is that a good sign?" Kat asked, trying not to feel hurt and humiliated by the odd little encounter. He was gorgeous, but apparently had no manners at all.

Alistair snorted with laughter. "Well, if he hadn't liked you, he probably would have done the same thing, only with more speed," he offered up in amusement. "Took him a while to stop staring into your eyes."

"Yes," Fabs agreed, squeezing Kat's hand. "There was clearly a lot to see."

"If he plays his cards right, he'll get to see a lot more," Isabela predicted with lazy confidence

"Maker's breath, I do not need to be rogered, 'Bela!" Kat burst out, rubbing an awkward hand through her hair. "I'm not ... on the market."

Relief gripped her as Leliana began to play once again, dragging her attention back to the stage and away from the excruciating conversation. She was so focused that she didn't see the significant looks on the faces of her table-mates as they exchanged knowing glances; didn't notice Cullen's astonishing eyes on her from the bar, soft with something not even he could put a name to, not yet. There was just the music and, once the embarrassment faded, the calm camaraderie of enjoying the show in the company of people who might, one day, become friends.

Six new friends in one night. Perhaps Tatum had been right, after all.

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travelonlinetipsofficial · 3 years ago

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Rio de Janeiro Brunch Restaurants: 10Best Restaurant Reviews

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Rio de Janeiro Brunch Restaurants: 10Best Restaurant Reviews

In beautiful Rio de Janeiro, there are few better ways to spend a lazy morning than lingering over over a meal that crosses the breakfast/lunch divide with style.

Brazilian breakfasts tend to be feasts in themselves, with cakes, fresh fruit, freshly-baked breads, cheeses and sliced cold meats all present and correct, alongside fresh-squeezed juices and wonderfully strong Brazilian coffee.

Brunch is a concept that has been slow to take off in Brazil – in fact, there’s no Portuguese word for it, but nobody will bat an eyelid if you order breakfast items at noon. Our top pick, Da Casa da Tata, offers indulgent breakfast and lunch spreads as well as a-la-carte sandwiches, soups and the like, while the cakes and cookies here are legendary across the city.

One restaurant that has picked up on the brunch concept is Pergula, Copacabana Palace hotel´s famously chic poolside restaurant, the Sunday brunch is appropriately grand (smoked salmon and Champagne are both part of the indulgent offering.) It comes at a predictably eye-watering price, too, but it makes for a memorable experience.

More accessible prices can be found at Cultivar Brasil, up in the hills of Santa Teresa. This tiny organic cafe has delicious vegetarian-friendly snacks, including the best Pao de Queijo (little rolls made from manioc flour and cheese) in town. For brunches with a sea view, it’s hard to beat Copacabana’s Cafe 18 de Forte, which has some extremely good cakes and pastries as well as fruit salads and the like. Meanwhile, visitors hankering after hash browns, waffles or other home style North American goodies, meanwhile, can join the hordes of ex-pats who flock to Ipanema’s Gringo Cafe for a taste of home.

Whether you’re a staunch vegetarian, a health-food enthusiast or even a carnivore who has tucked into one steak too many, this cosy corner restaurant in Leblon is just the ticket. Healthfood and organic eating is a growing sector of Rio’s dining scene, but this Leblon favorite was one of the first to open, and is still unarguably one of the best. At lunch, diners can load their plates high at a wholefood buffet including soups, salads, beans, rice, soya dishes and a range of healthy pies and pastries for a set price, while a-la-carte options are available in the evening. The vegan version of ‘feijaoda’, the usually-meaty national dish, made here with smoked tofu, is legendary.

Recommended for Brunch because: You don’t need to be a vegan, or even vegetarian, to appreciate the yummy buffet at this Leblon instition.

Lucy’s expert tip: Fancy a drink that doesn’t come loaded with too many toxins? At Vegetariano Social Clube you can choose from a range of organic wines, or enjoy a caipirinha made with organic cachaca.

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Located a few blocks from Ipanema beach and right next door to the strip of backpacker lodgings dubbed ‘Hostel Alley’, this health food store, buffet restaurant and snack bar offers a huge range of wholesome ingredients for self caterers as well as a range of eat-in dishes that are every bit as tasty as they are nutritious. While there is plenty of choice here for vegetarians, New Natural is not entirely meat-free, with low-fat chicken and fish putting in a few appearances on the menu. The buffet operates on a pay-by-weight system, and prices here, while on the high side, are reasonable for the neighborhood. There’s an air conditioned lounge upstairs and a couple of sidewalk tables and chairs, making New Natural a favourite spot among backpackers looking for a quick, healthy lunch.

Recommended for Brunch because: This health-food cafe opens early in the morning until late at night, and serves coffee and light snacks as well as full meals.

Lucy’s expert tip: Don’t feel like a sit-down meal? There’s a range of takeaway snacks too, among which the oven baked, wholemeal pasties are stand outs. The palmito (palm heart) with soft cheese version is addictively good.

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What 'Authenticity' Actually Looks Like in an Influence-Marketing Collaboration

June 24, 2021 8 min read Opinions expressed by Entrepreneur contributors are their own. “Authenticity” would win the award for most-overused word in the influencer marketing world these days. Which means it would also elicit the most eye rolls. Nevertheless, authenticity remains the key differentiator between an influence-marketing activation that resonates with an audience and one that doesn’t. It is imperative for success, even if most people would have a hard time putting a finger on what a truly authentic influencer endorsement looks like.In broad terms, authenticity simply means the message from the influencer to their audience is believable. But it’s more than just someone saying, “I like this product," or even, “I use this product.” Consumers are savvy enough to know that when there’s money involved, even cut-rate influencers can put on a smile and act like they like a product. They can spot a fake while thumb-scrolling their way through Instagram without ever stopping.So what does an “authentic” influencer endorsement actually look like? I went searching and found a perfect example.Related: Meet the Agency Disrupting Advertising By Creating Influencers

The brand

Q Mixers is a spirits accessory brand, if you will. Its line of carbonated beverages, typically canned, complete a cocktail. Think club soda, tonic water, ginger ale, ginger beer. Most of its competitors market themselves individually, while Q Mixers — even in name — indicates they’re more interested in being an accompaniment to whiskey, rum, vodka, gin or tequila. “As a small brand, our goal is to drive awareness and trial,” says Catherine Vodola, Q Mixers' executive vice president of marketing. “People spend a ton of time selecting amazing spirits but don’t realize that when the majority of your drink is mixer, the quality of that mixer matters.”The brand claims that by using natural ingredients, perfect carbonation and making their beverages less sweet, they allow the “subtleties of great spirits to shine through.”Vodola knew influencer engagements were important for the brand because they provide instant expert recommendations. “We need advocates to help tell that story," she elaborates. "To elicit an ‘a-ha!’”

The influencer(s)

Patrick Janelle began his professional life as a graphic designer, but Instagram vaulted him into the influencer stratosphere in the mid 2010s. Self-crafted imagery from his life traveling and living in New York City includes beautiful interiors and architecture, snappy personal fashion ideas and a peek into a trendsetter’s lifestyle. That hipness helped him grow to almost half a million followers at @aguynamedpatrick. As Janelle’s popularity grew, so did his awareness that influencers like him needed help. In January of 2020, he founded Untitled Secret, a management firm that represents content creators. One of its clients happens to be Elliott Clark, also known as The Apartment Bartender, a cocktail creator with a fairly engaged audience of more than 74,000 Instagram followers. Q Mixers approached Janelle about a partnership. Untitled Secret’s managing director, Mauricio Abascal, says the original concept came about serendipitously last fall amid relaxed Covid restrictions. “Initially, Patrick was going to be in L.A. for work and Elliott was going to be in San Diego for a shoot,” he recalls. “We figured we’d have them meet in person to shoot an interview-style, co-hosted, socially distanced tutorial video for Q Mixers.” Alas, a renewed surge in infections late last year derailed their travel plans, so the conversation shifted to what might take the place in lieu of an in-person conversation.

The execution

Eventually, someone threw out the idea to film the two influencers having a virtual meeting from a fly-on-the-wall perspective, rather than the flat, Brady Bunch grid boredom of Zoom. “We’re all pretty collaborative, so it’s hard for me to remember who exactly came up with what idea,” Abascal admits. “But we figured that recording their Zoom interaction and shooting it from an outsider’s perspective would allow for a more dynamic, almost cinematic edit to an otherwise simple social media video.”Janelle adds: “So, it was really a conversation about what does that look like? What are we talking about?”The most important element of the plan, according to Janelle, was thinking through how to deliver interesting and engaging content that also happens to have the product and brand integrated in a meaningful and thoughtful way.“Ultimately what they really wanted to showcase was the versatility of the product at home,” Clark says. “We wanted to bring something a little bit more interactive, where it’s more about the conversations that are being had over the product versus it being strictly about the product.”The execution was perfect. The two are friends and share a mutual love of cocktails. They jumped on a Zoom call to catch up before the holidays. The video was posted on December 21, 2020. In the clip, Janelle asks his expert friend what makes a good cocktail. Clark’s answer is quality ingredients. The list includes the type of mixer you use. The B-roll lays in Q Mixer product shots. The conversation then shifts to holiday cocktail ideas, and Janelle asks what Clark is drinking. A list of ingredients includes Q Mixers Grapefruit. Janelle then goes deeper into Q Mixers ingredients as his reason for liking the brand. Queue the talking points.Clark then asks what Janelle is drinking. His Dark & Stormy includes ginger beer, another Q Mixer flavor. Then the banter turns to Janelle’s favorite place to travel and that he is often asked whether or not Clark is single. (He is.)You can tell the two have a genuine rapport. The brand is highlighted and talking points are made, but not in an overly pushy fashion. You can watch the less-than-two-minute video and walk away with some information or entertainment value without feeling like you’ve just been handed a marketing tagline.

The results

Before your brain jumps to the question of ROI or how many cans of mixers this Instagram video sold, let’s go back to the client’s goal: to drive awareness and trial of Q Mixers. “We are not a direct-to-consumer brand, so we can’t track (sales) directly,” explains marketing EVP Vodola. “We use the traditional methods of reach, engagement rates and swipe-ups. We also indirectly track follower growth.”Another way brands can measure awareness is through social listening. If an influencer (or two) talk about your brand on social media, one would think the ensuing conversation would generate some online buzz around your product or service. According to data from social listening platform Talkwalker, the highest point of online conversation about Q Mixers in the last two years? The week of Janelle and Clark’s conversation post.“When you find the right person, that individual brings your message out effortlessly and with great authenticity and authority,” Vodola says. “Both Patrick and Elliott are super personable and great individuals, but they have a real passion and authority in the drink space. They totally get why Q Mixers is a better mixer and that it matters. And they tell that story well.”Related: SAG-AFTRA Agreement Falls Short of Solving Pay, Benefits Gap for Influencers

What it takes

It’s important to note that the success of influencer marketing is best defined by long-term gain for both the brand and the content creator. Clark discussed and promoted the collaboration on his Instagram stories to support Janelle’s placement of the content, but this example is a single video post. Q Mixer has collaborated with both Janelle and Clark over time to reinforce the messaging and add frequency to the reach both provide.The content here was also driven by a creative concept formulated by two influencers, a talent-management firm and the brand marketing and PR teams all working in collaboration. The production was far more elaborate than just a phone and a selfie stick. Both Janelle and Clark use professional videographers and photographers to produce their content. “It was a good bit of work,” Janelle confirms. “We had to be creative about how we were executing and be sure the brand was completely happy with the end result.”They were, and the brand was, but it came together because the influencer content was treated like a high-quality creative execution. Q Mixers didn’t undervalue either of the two content creators by simply renting their reach. They invested in the creative direction and production value each provides. It came together because the concept was right: Put two friends together having a real conversation that happens to include the brand, arm them with the talking points the brand hopes to convey, and let them present it in a way that the audience will notice without skepticism or furled brow. It came together because it was authentic. To the brand. To the influencers. And to their audiences. Read the full article

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Drinking Alone Chapter 1

Author’s Note: I was going to keep this out of my tumblr. I didn’t want to people to get the impression I was cheating on Kardeva. I’m not. However, given the information received from dataminers yesterday... I couldn’t let it stand.

I don’t know who that ‘Theron’ is BUT Theron Shan isn’t a traitor. He’s not not my betrayer. In this piece of fanfiction, I will reveal the real betrayer. This is for you, @therealtheronshan

Prequel to this story is here.

Chapter 1: I Need You

“What is the meaning of this?” I march up to Lana with datapads in hand. “I said I won’t spy on my own people. What did you think I meant?”

I hand them to her and she reads them over. Her eyes widen and looks up at me. “Unfortunately, they don’t bring us closer to the traitor.”

“Which is why I said I wouldn’t do it. This is pointless, and against my orders. First the Republic and Empire think they can go behind my back, and now it seems…”

“Commander,” Lana rolls her eyes, “Can you forget about past experiences and focus on the present? I didn’t disobey your commands.”

“Then who…” I glance towards the cantina and then face palm, “Of course. Forgive me, Lana.”

She hands the datapads back. “Is he…”

“Still not sleeping,” I answer quietly, “and I suggest you revise how you respond to me. I know we’ve been through everything but I’m the commander first.”

Lana bows and nods, “Yes commander,” as I walk away.

2 years. It’s been 2 years since we were in Odessen’s Wilderness. 2 years since I officially became a Force user. This makes it about a year since the war turned to fighting Vaylin, and a year of the Eternal Alliance governing the galaxy. Eternal is a long time, Commander Crimsèn, I think to myself, don’t get cocky!

Theron Shan keeps me from getting cocky. He’s my rock in the face of uprisings. He reminds me I’m not solely ruling for myself. It seems with each passing moment, especially now that Valkorian/Vitiate is gone, I fall for him more. He and I are more in sync, and more open than ever. He’s my only family outside of what’s left of my biological/adoptive one on Korriban. In fact just before Iokath I considered perhaps…

But then I sided with the Empire and turned him against his father. How can I consider that after I’ve done this?

I walk into the cantina and there he is.The bartender is getting him a refill— Is he upgrading to two whiskeys a night, now? He lifts the glass to his mouth and takes a long sip. The glass is half empty when he sets it down. Condensation slides down the glass and drips on his pant leg. He doesn’t wipe it off. His eyes are closed and the bags under his eyes getting worse. They make his 5 o’clock stand out more, and his implants look worn.

He sets the glass down, eyes return to the data pad again, red at the rim. Crying again? I won’t ask why he cried alone— I wouldn’t want to cry with the man turned him on his father. I don’t know biological connection, but I know losing much. But Theron didn’t take someone from me, like I took from him. Still… I reach out with my senses to envelope him in the Force.

I see him start to relax. I smile a little: Best part about my Force training back on Odessen, and throughout all the trials of defeating Arcan, Vaylin, and Valkorian was the fact I could comfort him with my Force presence. I could send him my love with it. I could send him many emotions, many thoughts if I wanted. But I only send emotions— his mind is his, not mine.

Though I wish I could comfort whatever thoughts are going through his mind. I wish I could undo killing his father. I wish I could do that… How did things go so wrong when the galaxy seemed so content?

I glance down at the second datapad in my hand:

From: The Monitors Subject: Surveillance Report: Theron Shan

[Note]: The following surveillance report was compiled for the Alliance Commander only.]

Subject: Theron Shan. Former Republic SIS. Alias: Technoplague

Family: Parents Jace Malcom (deceased), Satele Shan (status unknown). No siblings

Report: Shan’s routine is unpredictable, but marked daily by calibration of his cybernetic implants, managing Alliance crisis reports, and reading aid requests. Drinks Cafe (to wake up) and whiskey (alone before bed). Shan is constantly hyper-alert and routinely scans his surroundings, a possible sign of guilt or residual SIS training. Recently made several anonymous donations to Republic charities in Jace Malcom’s name. He attempts to hide his grief, but his father’s death still affects him.

Threat Degree: inconclusive.

Next Steps: Elevate Shan to Stage 4 Monitoring. Flag any personality spikes or other abnormal behavior as he mourns his father. Watch for communications to mother Satele, whose location is unknown.

“I could’ve told this report all of this… Minus the charities part,” I mutter, “what good are they? Monitors telling me things I already know from merely walking around?”

Theron blinks his eyes, and goes back to reading. Still hasn’t noticed me? Such in his own world. I’m not sure I can reach him… But I will try. I’m his lover after all.

That is why I now walk up and quietly sit next to him at the bar. I read Lana Beniko’s letter silently,

From: Lana Beniko Subject: Theron

I know it’s not my business, but I’m worried about Theron.

He’s more agitated than usual, and judging by the bags under his eyes, he’s not getting enough sleep. I’m concerned he’s still distraught over his father’s death He’d never show it, because he wants to be strong— for you and for the Eternal Alliance.

I’ll keep an eye on him, but I should you should know.

P.S. Don’t mention this to Theron. If he knew I was worried, I’d never hear the end of it.

I put it away with a small smile- It’s nice to know Theron is a well-loved ally. Hopefully he’ll know his family is with me, with the Alliance. I look at him- his side is facing me and despite the bags under his eyes he still looks handsome. Very handsome. I want to reach out and pull him to me, but he seems in his world. So I will wait.

Instead I nod at the bar tender, and say in a low voice, “Blood wine, please.”

I sense Theron turn to me. I look to him. He tries to smile, I squeeze his shoulder and smile. “Is that,Tarisian ale?”

I know he’s drinking whiskey, but I’ll pretend otherwise to engage in some conversation. Theron doesn’t reply, he just shakes his head.

Quiet remains. “I prefer…” he answers finally, “the whiskey from Korriban’s Academy.”

“Really? Can’t say I’ve tried it.” Aka, I've never heard of it. Blood soup? Yes. Blood wine and blood rum? Yes. Any kind of whiskey? Always brought from off world.

“The bar tender just gave it.”

His force presence moves closer before his body does. I smile when our arms brush. I use it to send him more warmth. I don’t think he pulls away from it. “Good," I mouth.

The bar keep comes and gives me my order. He refills Theron’s drink again. I sigh at that. “Akise, do you know the time?”

Theron’s head leans against my shoulder now. I wrap my arm around his. “Time for work?” he smirks a little.

“That’s your answer every time I find you here,” I answer quietly, stroking his shoulder lightly, "but it's not helping."

He drinks up the rest of the whiskey and sets it down. His eyes focus on my chest, which is slightly exposed since I’m wearing my jet black mantellian privateer- usually I wear a black tank underneath it, but tonight I just threw on clothing when I realized Theron wasn't sleeping beside me.

Perhaps dressing hastily was a mistake? Theron’s hands are drawn to my skin on the inside. His body follows them onto my lap. His eyes meet mine. “Crimsèn…” he breaths and our lips meet.

At first, I wanted to leave it as a chaste kiss. Theron won't have it! His tongue pushes inside my mouth, and his fingers dig into my waist. I should like this, I should love this. I should dismiss the bar tender and bend Theron over the bar. But I don’t. I can’t. This isn’t coming from a place of love. Not entirely. If it did, he wouldn’t be digging his nails in more. He would know he doesn’t need to mark me. We need to talk, not give into our passions.

“Theron,” I finally say when his mouth leaves my lips, “we’re in public…”

He glances up, one of his eyes water, and the other loses a tear “But… you like adventurous sex— you said it yourself a year ago."

He goes back to kissing and biting my skin. I take many breathes to force the words through the sensations. “Yes but not…”

I shake my head when the bar tender comes back for a refill. Theron doesn’t need more alcohol. One good thing about his hands and mouth being preoccupied with my body is he can’t use them to drink more. Still, I can’t give in. He needs me. He needs us to face the pain…

Unfortunately, he knows how to shake my resolve. I feel Theron’s mouth reach the right spots. I feel my leather jacket slide down my arms. Somehow, I hold back my shudders until I'm certain we're alone when. This is going too... too...

We can't be discovered or disturbed either way. I reach for my commlink and say in it, “Everyone but myself and..." I think a moment, "Commander Shan are forbidden from being in the cantina! That's an order!” and toss it aside while using the Force to turn off every last security camera.

“Bad move,” Theron states as stops his movements to look at me, “there's a traitor. A traitor who's about to cost me... everything."

“I don’t care. You need me here, now, with no others- I refuse to let my betrayer get in between us!"

Theron’s hands reach up to my face and traces it. I close my eyes, and feel them move along my eye ridges, over my nose, and around my jewellery. "I'll hold you to that."

I sigh when he traces my lips, and facial scars on the right side of my face to the back of my skull. “Theron. Why did you disobey my orders and send out monitors to everyone?”

“To protect you," he murmurs and kiss my scars lightly.

I whisper quietly, “But you disobeyed me…”

He wraps his arms around my neck and straddles me. “Are you going to execute me like you did Kaliyo?”

I widen my eyes, then close them and shake my head violently. “How can you ask that?! How?! I can live without her. I can’t live without you. Don't you understand? I almost lost you to the Revanites on Rishi, I did lose you on Yavin, and almost again to the General on Iokath. How could you think..."

Theron hides his head in my shoulder, and quietly sobs. I return the embrace tightly and speak, “Akise… I'm sorry for my outburst.”

I try to center myself, and slow and physiological reactions to Theron’s touch. I realize it’s probably in vain given how passionate my species is, and how well he knows my body and my soul, but I have to try. “Akise…” I try again, “You need to go to sleep. You need rest.”

Theron pulls back and his voice is lower than a whisper, “I need you. I have no one else.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Theron." I look into his eyes. Those beautiful, hazel eyes with implants on the side. “The traitor didn’t get me. They won’t get me. But if we turn on our people, we’ll let them win!”

“No,” he answers to that and I feel his hands go south beneath my waistline, “no, I can’t accept that. I can’t let my only real family go. I can’t. I won’t!”

"Theron... Ahhhh... Theron, I didn't say you had to! I said we shouldn't be spying on our own," I try to say and then grab his wrist to try and pull him off, "you won't lose me."

He looks up at me with wide eyes and his other hand moving along my chest. “Please… I need this. I need you.”

I close my eyes and shudder. My resolve waivers. We can talk later... He needs to know I'm still here. He needs to feel my strength for him, and my strength inside him, now.

“Well,” I mutter quietly, “if it means you won’t be drinking alone…”

I let my jacket drop to the ground around, and his soon joins mine. Theron murmurs, “Thank you…” and our lips meet.

I won't leave him to drink alone.

#swtor #fanfiction #Theron Shan #oc: crimsèn #imperial agent #Sith Empire choice #mlm #MMSWTOR #response to datamining #TheronIsAnAlly

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I’ll bite even though it’s no longer Monday :p. Answering for the Titan OCs because I need to ask other people about the Star Wars lot.

Selene: Her favourite thing to actually savour and drink is a good rum sourced from the coast of the Gulf of Shamaz. Yastromo used to get all sorts of things from the coasts sent to him and, while he was a port man, he introduced Selene to the rum that he’d gotten given that one time and she enjoyed it. For getting wankered though, she prefers vodka. As for stopping, she didn’t get a choice once she moved in with Edwin because he’d had enough of his friends using alcohol as a coping mechanism for their various traumas ^^;.

Edwin: Speaking of, Edwin is a fan of stout. It was something of an acquired taste for him, but the dwarves he lived among were happy to help him find something to suit. He doesn’t drink often, mind you, but when he does his drink of choice is the Ironforge brew.

Meredith: Drinking alcohol is like breathing to most dwarves and Meredith is no exception. Her favourite tipple is her uncles double malt whisky, though it’s something she drinks fairly rarely (mostly because Snorri doesn’t make a lot of it to begin with). For the most part, Merri drinks ale and doesn’t really mind where it comes from so long as it’s dwarven made ^^;. She does stop drinking unwatered alcohol during her pregnancies, but otherwise she sees no real need to.

Yoruk: For a dwarf, Yoruk doesn’t really drink to excess. Ionah disliked seeing and hearing the drunken debauchery that is common to her people and passed this distaste to her son (though Yoruk is more relaxed about others, he would really rather not get drunk himself). His drink of choice is an ale sourced from the brewer that sends their wares to the upper districts and the palace. If he was asked to forgo any alcohol at all, Yoruk is one of the very few dwarves in Titan that actually will, even if he would grumble incessantly about it for a few days to start with out of habit :p.

Meet & Greet Monday Open Ask 11 Jan

Happy MGM again. Still in the vein of typical “January resolution” things:

Does your OC drink? If so, what’s their drink of choice? Do they wish they could stop?

@stsmgm

#writeblr community #Meet and Greet Monday #open ask #as an addendum Edwin was also mortified enough by Selene's behaviour when totally wankered he made her stop the morning after Ragnarok's end

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Well, hello! How about the pirate AU where Vex gets in trouble and gets in jail, and while the crew is making plans to save her, Percy sneaks out and save her... With a bloody cannon.

Yes yes yes, amazing! You’ll find it under the cut. (SORRY IT GOT SUPER LONG OMG)

Give me some prompts!

In Percy’s defence, the plan had been absolutely and utterly stupid to begin with. It wasn’t like he was to blame that it had backfired. Maybe he was, a little bit, but that wasn’t something he was willing to admit.

What they had to do was easy; nothing that the crew hadn’t done before. During the couple of months he had been travelling on board the Vox Machina, Percy had seen them pull much riskier stunts - and had participated of most of them-. There was no reason for this to go wrong, but alas, this particular group of misfits seemed to have a knack for things to go south very easy very fast.

It had been some days since they had heard some of the village guards had snatched important documents containing ships’ descriptions, captains’ names and details about legal and no so legal trading routes. Now, in the wrong hands that information could be catastrophic for every single pirate out there. If those papers reached their destiny, they would have armies all over them in merely a few days time. The need to get the papers back as soon as possible went without saying. Of course the extra knowledge that would fall on them when they did was always a more than welcome plus.

The mission would have been simpler had they been in Emon. They were used to bypass Emperor Uriel’s Royal Guard. They had even made friends - sort of - among their lines that would have been able to aid them. This was Wildmount, though. This continent had no sovereign and each region had its own leader and military. According to what they knew, most of the guards were as corrupt as the worst pirates they knew, so this was unfamiliar ground. Scanlan had pulled some strings and found out the name of the tavern the group of soldiers in possession of the documents were staying in for the moment, before reporting to their authorities they assumed. He had had to cash a couple of favours for it, but you didn’t get to be the captain of a ship like the Vox Machina without gaining some important connections on the way up.

Percy had stated his opinion from the beginning. There weren’t a lot of guards, the tavern didn’t have a very good reputation. They would most likely be able to take them and go in and out with the papers without causing much fuss. Grog, obviously, had agreed. However, it hadn’t been that long since he had started travelling with them, since he had become the ship’s new member, in charge of the artillery and most weaponry. Unfortunately, being the newcomer meant that most of the others didn’t trust him enough to make strategic decisions yet. They wanted to be sneaky about it, so after much deliberation and despite Grog’s protests the plan was finally laid.

Vex’ahlia was going to be in charge of creating a distraction while Vax’ildan and Scanlan himself sneaked into the guards’ room to steal the papers. Percy, Grog and Pike were supposed to go to the tavern with Vex and act as a contingency plan in case everything failed.

“You’re not coming, then?” Percy had asked Keyleth once everyone had left to get ready.

“Wha- no, not really. Not much of a fighter, and not much of a talker either.” She had shrugged. “My specialities lie elsewhere. Besides, someone has to stay here in case we need to bolt.” The redhead girl had leaned forward and whispered “Which honestly happens way too often.”

Percival should have known there and then.

A group of pirates like them - and Percy couldn’t deny he was more than a bit surprised when he started considering himself as a pirate - had no problem blending in the second they went into the tavern. The bear that accompanied them was a different story..

“I don’t mean to offend anyone but I believe the sensible thing would have been to left Trinket behind.” he commented, already expecting Vex’s snarky remark about her animal companion. Most ships’ first mates had parrots, monkeys, even eagles. This woman travelled with a bloody bear. A giant one. But if there was something Percy had learned during his stay on board so far, was that there was nothing ordinary about Vex’ahlia. The remark never came though, and he stopped on his tracks to look behind him. “Wait, where’s Vex?”

“She disappeared right at the door. She does that sometimes, pretty much like Vax. It’s kind of their thing.” Pike had offered a soft smile to conclude her explanation, while patting Grog on his back. He also seemed confused about where the other woman had vanished to, but had quickly shrugged it off and started talking to Trinket. The animal was following them, seemingly undisturbed by the fact that they were inside an establishment full of humans that were giving him foul looks.

The place was uncommonly filled with people, even at that time of noon. Once they found a place to sit, Trinket easily curled on the floor behind Pike, Percy noticed the stench that surrounded them. It was a mix between sweat, salt, and alcohol. There was a band playing some awful tunes in the corner, but the musicians seemed a bit too scared by the drunken men dancing around to even try to change their style, as out of tune as it might have been. “Well, I don’t know if Scanlan is already here but he must be horrified at this.” Pike laughed as she brought a bottle of rum to the table with two glasses in her other hand and some ale for Grog, who cackled in return. Percy just chuckled and shook his head briefly, searching around for the guards; a feeling of discomfort settling in his stomach. “Who are we looking for exactly?” He didn’t even turn to look at his companions while he threw the question in the air. The fact that Vex wasn’t there worried him even more. It was not as if he thought she couldn’t protect herself, but lately he found the he felt more at ease if she wasn’t out of sight. His eyes scanned the place once again, trying almost desperately to spot any stain of turquoise among the crowd. Nothing.

“Yeh, where are them, Pike?”, Grog asked, his face already buried in his beverage.

“I’m- well, I’m not really sure. Vex will let us know. Just pay attention and we’ll know when we see her.” And as if it had been previously planned, as soon as the blonde woman finished her sentence, Percy saw her. Her hair was down, bright blue feathers entwined with black wild silk waves; her lips were red and full, evidently exalted by some sort of makeup. She was wearing a dress now, in contrast to her usual pants, boots and loose shirt. Vex was very comfortable with her body, that much was clear, so this was not the first time Percy had noticed her figure; but this dress was something else entirely. It fit perfectly in all the right places, it showed just the right amount of skin to keep anyone wondering, it was definitely a sight. Giving the nature of the distraction she had planned, he figured that was kind of the point.

He adjusted his glasses as his eyebrows went up in what was probably the most unoriginal move ever. His jaw hanging would complete the picture of a pathetic being, but he managed to gather some self-control. She wasn’t the only woman dressed like that inside the establishment and he had known enough of the world to understand how a courtesan was supposed to look, but she stood out so naturally with her graceful movements and her sharp looks; it was a fool’s errand not to be mesmerised by her mere presence.

“Hello boys.” She approached three men nearby with a wink, sitting on their table and shamelessly crossing her partially uncovered legs. Percy felt his cheeks flush and tried to look away, failing completely. It was only when he heard Pike’s voice behind him that he was able to blink a couple of times and snap out of the trance.

“Percy are you listening? Percy! Hey!” She tapped his shoulder delicately.

“Yes, yes dear, I’m sorry. I was just-” Staring. He was just staring. He made a quick scan of the men sitting next to Vex. Definitely soldiers. He needed to come up with something clever to say to save what was left of his dignity. “So there are three of them. It doesn’t seem they’re waiting for anyone else. They’re armed, but not heavily so. It’s plausible they have left some weapons in their room.”

“That’s good, isn’t it? Will make it easier if- well, if everything goes to shit.” There was a little giggle escaping from Pike’s lips and he found himself chuckling fondly as well.

“Funny. Keyleth basically told me the same thing on our way out.”

“It’s been over two months, you’re no stranger to our plans now. Or to how they have this tendency to go terribly wrong.” Her tone was amused and relaxed, almost as if the fact that they were actually risking their lives there was an ongoing joke.

Pike’s words ended up being prophetic once again. Vex was playing her part to perfection, making the large men paying drinks for her, winking, subtly placing her hands on their knees, stalling. Vax was supposed to give some sort of signal when everything was over and done with, so she could make an easy escape. At the moment the soldiers - more drunk and nastier by the minute - were discussing which of them was going to be lucky enough to take her to their room.

“Let’s all take her. We can take turns. She seems like a tough one.” The guard whose back was nearest to Percy grabbed her forcefully by the waist, trying to plant a kiss on her.

“Sorry darling.” Vex didn’t seem to lose her composure. “No game until you pay.”

“Oh come on! We need a little taste before we give up our money. Don’t be feisty.” One of them stood up, hovering over her. Two towering bodies cornered her in a split second, while the third one kept her firm with a massive arm around her.

“… Pike.” Percy’s brow was furrowed and he was instinctively reaching for his gun.

“Don’t worry, she will ask for help if she needs us to intervene. Believe me, I’ve known Vex for years. She’s really tougher than she seems.” But even though Pike’s voice seemed as steady as before, her eyes were fixated on the scene in front of them. Grog had also stopped drinking and had an expression of alertness, pretty much like a beast getting ready to attack.

And then he saw her look. Or at least he thought he had seen a look. A single glance of discomfort that had him freaking out immediately. He breathed once, twice, considering what to do. When his mind reached its own accord, he nodded to himself. Percy stood up and walked towards one of the corners of the place. One, two shots directed at random targets. One glass broke, a simple hat got blown up. That was all it took to start the brawl.

While Trinket launched at the three guards, Pike pulled out her sword and Grog started simply using his fists. Ducking under a table, Percival crouched and moved towards Vex, but he hadn’t been fast enough.

“You’re coming with us, love.” The man grabbing her by the waist was suddenly carrying her on his shoulders.

“The fuck I am.” Vex’s dagger was swift, but she was clearly overpowered and outnumbered.

“Well, well, well, someone’s pretty arse will be thrown into jail for obstruction.”

That was the last thing he had heard before someone had collapsed on top of him and he had lost sight of her and her captors. Trinket hadn’t had any luck either, returning to them some minutes after with an injured paw.

Now Vex’ahlia was being held at the stockades and they were all back on the ship, planning once again, sitting around Scanlan’s table.

“Leave this to me. No one interferes. I sneak in, I get her, I sneak out. Done. We got the papers, we don’t need to draw any more attention to us or they will find out.” Vax was adamant, and when it came to his sister, no one seemed to be able to deny whatever decision he made. Percy cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses.

“It’s too risky. There are more than three brute soldiers there. Do you think you can take them all? With your sister who is mostly unarmed and unprotected? It is madness.”

“It was too risky to go ahead n’ try n’ play prince charming, De Rolo, and that definitely didn’t stop you.” Vax’s stare was more piercing than his daggers at the moment. Percy, however, was not easily intimidated. Never had been. He just rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. “Grog, if you please? I need your help outside for one moment.”

Once he was alone with the massive man, he crossed his arms and leaned onto railing. “I’m having a thought, and I believe you will appreciate it. We need a distraction if we’re going to make this work, preferable of the explosive kind.” As imagined, that definitely peaked his crew mate’s interest.

Sneaking past the militia and knocking two poor devils out to steal the armour they wore as some sort of uniform was no challenge. Grog’s didn’t fit very well, but it was not like they were going to keep the clothes anyway. The artillery at the stockades was poor, to say the least, but Percy found what he needed after some minutes. The old cannon hadn’t been used for years, he could tell, but it couldn’t be that difficult to make it function. The wheels under the base that supported it needed a bit of mending, but Grog’s strength came in handy for that. He then proceeded to quickly pack the black powder and grab the ammunition.

“Listen to me Grog, as soon as we leave, I will fire this thing and you take care of the poor assholes that come running. I will go to the cells and get Vex out and then we run. Fast.” The man in front of him nodded, wide grin plastered on his face.

“Yeh, let’s fuck shit up.”

And so they did. As soon as the east part of the stockades blew up in the air, a group of more or less ten guards ran towards them without their armours and barely carrying any weapon. Grog practically cackled, and Percy nodded, leaving him to his fun while he moved towards the cells. It didn’t take him too long to find the entrance. Two guns in hand, he knew his distraction had worked when he didn’t find more than two or three guards on his way. He reached the prison and the sight there made him stop altogether.

Another couple of men were knocked out in front of an open prison door, key hanging from the lock. He easily recognised two of the ones who had been at the tavern previously. Unsure of what to do, he looked around, not knowing what to expect.

“My hero.”

Vex’s voice came from behind him, leaning against the wall, her lips curved in a smug smirk. So much for a rescue mission. She chuckled and walked towards him, her brown eyes scanning his form up and down. Percy’s cheeks felt warm again, and a sudden feeling of self-consciousness took over him. He held her gaze for a moment, before looking away at both his hands.

“Your bow was… a little complicated to bring along. We left in a rush. Can you handle one of these?” He handed her one of his guns.

“Come on darling, what kind of pirate would I be if I couldn’t shoot one of those? I’m just old school. Let’s get out of here while they’re paying attention to the BOOM.- wait, did you bring my hat?”

This time it was Percy’s time to chuckle. With a pompous bow, he passed over the three pointed hat to her. It was a gift from Scanlan, and from what he knew she was supposed to wear it every time she stirred the ship. Now it was just a habit. She gently placed the hat on her head. Her hair was back in her usual braid and the dress’ skirt was now turn to shreds, probably self destructed to give herself more mobility. She examined the gun closely for a second and just when he thought she was going to walk out of the place, she moved to stand even closer to him.

“Thank you. For everything. Really.” The smirk turned into a fond smile, and as she stood on her toes, he felt a soft kiss on his cheek that lingered one second more than it probably should have. But as fast as it came, it was gone. Vex was already going for the door and he stood there, blinking and touching the place where her lips had been with his now free hand. He snapped out of it right before she rolled her eyes and took his hand in hers, practically dragging him outside.

“Percival! we have to get going now!”

“Yes, of course, we just have to make sure to pick up Grog on our way out.”

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puffy-cries · 5 years ago

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Cats 2019 Review

Kind of? Also a lot of spoilers and long!

So I just watched it and I gotta say it’s not that bad. Maybe this is just because Cats is my special interest and I generally love anything that has to do with it but here’s what I think about every song.

Also keep in mind that I live in Germany ans they translated every song and not just the dialog. So I’ll be both talking about the German version I saw in the song and the English version I listened to on YouTube.

1. Overture: It’s the Introduction song what can I say. It sounded good like always the only thing a little bit weird was when the cats kind of danced in a circle around the bag Victoria was still in. But other than that it was good

2. Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats: At first I didn’t know about the electronic beat but I gotta say it sounds really good. It adds a whole new feeling to it and when it’s starts picking up it’s really amazing. Now the German version is basically the same except that when they sing the part Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats they only translated the for, but it would be hard to rhyme otherwise and fit the longer German words in with the melody. They also took the same lyrics from the original German soundtrack and didn’t retranslate it which is good. I also really loved that Macavaty said the word “What” as a reaction to Victoria and that every cat each sang a cat type alone. The scene seemed a little bit weird but it didn’t stand out to me as much as others so I can’t really say anything about it

3. The Naming of Cats: Not as creepy as the stage production but definetly still creepy. I don’t like how they completely changed Demeter to a grey mean cat and had her and I think Cassandra start the song by asking Victoria what her name is. But I like how the only one cats sang a name and the rest was sung together. However I really don’t know how to feel about Munkustrap basically performing the mating dance together with Victoria. That just had a really weird and kind of uncomfortable feeling to it. Just like basically everyone trying to seduce Victoria throughout the whole song but you get used to it. I can’t find the English version on YouTube so I can’t say anything about that.

4. The Old Gumbie Cat: Weird and uncomfortable. The mice were not okay, the roaches not either and even tho the singing was good they completly ruined Jenny’s Character. I just really don’t like her in this movie. Especially how she sometimes just picks up a roach and eats it? Like what? It was overall just very weird. And that part where she changes into the dress is just not okay. The German version just like the English. And they cut out the Tap!

5. The Rum Tum Tugger: Two words, very uncomfortable. He’s overly straight, no Bombalurina and instead Victoria, weird joke from Jenny, Misto saying his line to Victoria instead of Tugger, every girl with no exception is a fangirl and that weird milk scene. Jason you’re great but this Rum Tum Tugger is not it, not at all. In the German version Jenny makes a joke about his high voice that I’m not gonna repeat, it was just very uncomfortable. I don’t know what she does in the English version and I don’t know if I want to know. So in short I really really don’t like this part.

6. Grizabella the Glamour Cat: It sounded good. I just don’t like that Demeter again seems more mean rather than sad or something like that and that again she is paired with who I believe Cassandra is and it does seem a little bit weird that Munk first stops them from singing but then joins in. But other than that I liked it. Jennifer Hudson did really good. Again, I don’t know why but I can’t find the English version.

7. Bustopher Jones: This is a different Bustopher than the stage version for sure but I still like the song. There was this awkward moment when they wanted to catapult him on top of that thing and then the champagne scene after but you can pretty much ignore that and then it’s a good song. I also liked the little butler guy, he was nice. It was overall a fun little relief song from all the awkwardness and uncomfortable things before this.

8. Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer: It’s different to say the least but I absolutely LOVE it! It’s my favorite part of the whole movie. It gives a whole new feeling to them and it just sounds really nice. It also for once doesn’t seem like they’re trying to seduce Victoria but rather spoil her a little and invite her to come with them to their shenanigans. It has a very nice and relaxing tone to it and the singing from both the English actors and German voice actors is really amazing. You can really forget about all the bad movie things during this song. They have a great dynamic too! With each other but with Victoria too. Ah, I just love this song a whole lot

9. Old Deutoronomy: No Tugger and therefore no brother dynamic between him and Munk. He just sang the whole song by himself. I’m not gonna lie it was still good and I liked it, they did a good job and I actually love Judi Dench als Old Doot. The song still had a nice feeling to it but it’s just not the same without Tugger, sorry

10. The Jellicle Ball: It wasn’t as great as the stage version and some of the dance moves were really awkward. It was mostly Victoria and Munkustrap dancing and every now and then someone trying to seduce Victoria again. It was okay, I’m pretty neutral about it.

11. Memory and Beautiful Ghosts: Memory was great but they just took away the importance off Victoria touching her and let her get to Grizabella way too early and they completely cut out Jemima/Syllabub! But Jennifer did really good once again and I can’t complain about her part at all, it looked really good too. Now for Beautiful Ghosts. It’s an absolutely beautiful song and very emotional. It’s sung so good too, German as well as English. In German it’s the Shadows of the Night instead of Beautiful Ghosts by the way but I love it. The only thing that I don’t really like about it is that it’s sung by Victoria. Don’t get me wrong Victoria is great but she’s just a dance character for me and doesn’t sing and I as well as many others headcannon her as mute and maybe even deaf so this doesn’t really work but I can get over that fact because as I said it’s really fucking beautiful.

12. The moments of Happiness: Cut short but beautiful performance by Judi. Again, I hate that they just completly cutout Jemima/Syllabub. Other than that I don’t have anything to say about this one.

13. Gus the Theatre Cat: Second favorite part of the whole movie! It was so cute and amazing. Just sadly no Jellylorum. But Sir Ian McKellen did so good and I absolutely adored this performance, also the way Misto helped and was incorporated. I don’t even know what to say about this, it was just so good. He seemed so happy singing to them and how the three kittens reacted when he sang about them was adorable. And the reaction of all the cats at the End was great because everyone treated him like a real star and that was great. Also amazing was that Munkustrap still seemed to be really excited to listen to him again.

14. Skimbleshanks the Railway Cat: My 3rd favorite part of the whole movie! It was also amazing and adorable. I loved that they made it a tap dance. The first time sounded like a train starting and that was amazing. The second was just really adorable with all the other cats dancing with him and mimicking him. Then the scene in the train was absolutely amazing and cute. The singing was great even tho I was a little said that Old Doot didn’t sing any of it. But German as well as English did a great job and I just adore it. It was only a bit awkward at the end when he did these endless turns into the air because of Macavity but it’s still absolutely amazing.

15. Macavity the Mystery Cat: I absolutely loved the Song in English but really didn’t like it in German. The sole reason I could forgive them that they cut out Demeter’s part and just had Bombalurina sing the whole thing was that Idris’ singing at the End was absolutely amazing. I loved his performance but the German voice actor just felt kind of flat and not really fitting. He started out good but as the film went on he got worse and worse. Taylor did a good job by the way and the German voice actress wasn’t that bad either, but she didn’t do good either. Now the movie scene was really good at the end but like the first three quarters were horrible. I get that the catnip was supposed to make them obidient and so that they wouldn’t try ti intervene but it just seemed to make them incredibly horny. That part where they showed Mistoffelees on the chair? Not necessary and really really uncomfortable. But as I said the End was still really good and the English version sounds amazing too.

16. Mr Mistoffelees: NO! NO NO NO! This was by far the worst part of the movie. Why would he sing the song himself? No Tugger dynamic whatsoever? It gave me so much Anxiety. Like how they forced him to go on stage and sing about himself, how he said “Please don’t force me to do this”, Munkustraps looks during the whole song and the very awkward moments when the tried to get Old Doot back but it didn’t work. Then the only time Tugger did anything that stood out was at the very end when he sang higher than the others and that’s it. You don’t have to present them as boyfriends but you can’t just completely erase their whole bond because at the very least they’re very good friends. It’s important that he sings Misto’s Song because Misto seeks validation and someone that says “Hey, you can do it” and Tugger is the one who does that. He knows he has amazing powers but still wants to know that from someone else and that’s very important to him. The bit with him and Victoria singing at the end was somewhat cute but still. It’s nothing like the Stage version, like at all. He didn’t have a dance solo, no Tugger and instead Munk, Misto almost sang the whole song himself and everyone seemed to not really believe in him and was more like “this is not gonna work anyway but we have no other choice. I could rant about this for hours but I’ll stop it here and say that I really hate this version of the song because they completely ruined it and it’s whole meaning. Worst part of movie in my opinion.

17. Memory (Reprise): Tears, Tears man. It was emotional as always and both Jennifer and the German voice actress did amazing jobs. But, once again, they completly cut out Jemima/Syllabub and replaced her with Victoria and took away the importance of someone touching her. It sounded great, yes, but the meaning and importance of certain things has been taken out and I don’t like that. I also was never a big fan of the German lyrics but they’re not that bad. In short they missed some great opportunities and really important things but still made it a great performance.

18. The Ad-Dressing of Cats: It was never one of my favorite songs but it does sound really amazing and that’s not different in the movie, the German just as the English version. I also loved the Judi looked at the camera during the song, it gave me good goosebumps and it felt like she was truly talking to me and that was nice. I mean I can totally see why people think it’s uncomfortable but I honestly really liked it, especially because Old Deutoronomy always looks at the audience while singing this song so it really fits.

Wow, what a ride. While I absolutely couldn’t stand some parts of the movie, overall I really liked it and enjoyed watching it. So I’ll see when I have the energy to do Part 2 with the characters ranked. And remember this is just my opinion and you can think whatever you want of this movie.

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alexandriaswilliams · 6 years ago

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Bermuda is an island literally in the middle of the ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, not the Caribbean as most folks think it is. This means it’s closer to North Carolina and year around the weather is pretty nice. The coldest month is February, which in Bermuda the winter season consist of the low 60s degrees but watch out for the hot and humid summers.

While you can visit Bermuda year-round, this guide is for my runners for the Bermuda Marathon Weekend Event, which takes place during January. This Marathon weekend consists of 1 mile, 10k Walk/Run, and either the Half or Full Marathon. If you do all three events, you have completed the Bermuda Triangle.

Traveling Tips

Get global entry because the custom wait is a pain in the butt! There is no TSA-precheck, so everyone has to wait in the same security line. Buy at the airport for your rum as it’s a bit cheaper there but do enjoy the varieties of rums that the island has.

Book a connecting flight if you can to save money. Instead of flying from Dallas to Bermuda, which was almost 800, I saved money by splitting it up into Dallas to Miami and Miami to Bermuda. It was great to split up as I could stretch my legs and have a small break, but also it saved several hundred dollars

Easy For Newbie International Trips & Races: For your those who haven’t experienced an international race, it’s a great international destination. You don’t have to worry about currency conversion as the United States Dollar and Bermuda Dollar are interchangeable. Packing is a breeze as they have similar plugs, weather and most of the locals are very helpful if you need anything.

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Where to Stay in Bermuda

If you are only focused on running one event during the weekend, then you have multiple options that I will list below otherwise here are my top picks based on running the races. If you are running all three events, then I recommend staying closer to the city where everything is taking place.

Hamilton Princess & Beach Club

This was the former Fairmount but was taken over by a royal princess, so thus the name is called Princess hotel. It’s close to everything and has a gorgeous courtyard, within walking distances of most shops and local restaurants, and you can see the ships and docks. They are also home to the famous Food Network Chef and star Marcus. The Hamilton Princess is houses the packet pickup and is the start-and-finish of the two of the three races from the weekend. The views are spectacular as you are right off the ocean and can rent a scooter, electric car or walk to most areas of the popular island.

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Fairmont South Hampton

This has everything you need in one stay from a beach within a short bus ride to over 5 different restaurants within walking distances. You could rent scooters and even play golf all within the hotel. Windows on the Sound restaurant at the Fairmont Southampton allowed for me to taste a variety of local cruises thanks to their Sunday Brunch which locals and folks from all over attend this brunch. You know I love a good brunch. When you get a chance make sure you take advantage of the Spa Services, which were amazing. I had a massage and was able to spend most of my day with a gorgeous view of the ocean and delivery of juices and food while I hung out at the pool or hot tub.

Places & Things to See In Bermuda

So, I did a lot while there but there is a lot still to do in Bermuda. I am going to list some of my favorites that I recommend but explore the island by all means.

Concerts: In the Fairmount south Hampton, a lot of shows happen in the hotel which ranges from Chaka Khan to a Jazz ensemble

Trails & National Parks: Make sure you pack your shoes for a variety of national parks and trails around Bermuda. Public transportation is easy and there is easy to use but cab are everywhere so feel free to take a ride and hike out of the resort or hotel and really see the island.

Twizy Cars: These small electric cars are so cool and cheap. A great way to get around the island and avoid the taxi rides. If you don’t like these then rent a scooter.

Golf & Spa: They are within a few feet if you stay at the Fairmont South Hampton, which I highly recommend. You can enjoy a great ocean side view and personalized service without much hassle.

Local Foods: Codfish breakfast, Hoppin John, Fish Chowder and Black Rum are all the local norms so make sure you enjoy any way you can.

Rum Tasting: Goslings Tour is great for getting a true taste of Bermuda Rum and history of the company as well. But don’t forget to stop by Barcadi International as their headquarters is right in the heart of Bermuda.

North Rock Brewing Company: Pair locally brewed ales with international cuisine at North Rock Brewing Company, located in East Bermuda near the City of Hamilton.

Bermuda Aquarium, Museum & Zoo (BAMZ): With the ocean all around the island, visiting the BAMZ will make you appreciation and enhance your knowledge of the sea and wildlife as it’s one of the world’s oldest aquariums. BAMZ showcases more than 200 species of fish and delicate marine invertebrates from our shallow coastal waters, spectacular northern coral reefs, and the deep ocean.

Dinning: Wahoo Water Side Bistro was probably my favorite place to go. The fact that I can be sea side and relax was perfect. Sunday Brunch a great place is Windows on the Sound, which the locals enjoy from all over. This is a taste of true Bermuda with local and famous chef picks every week. If you want to grab a cup of coffee and walk around, check out Victoire Cafe.

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FTC: This blog and video are sponsored in partnership with Bermuda Marathon Weekend. However, this does not impact reviews and comparison. I try my best to keep things fair and balanced, in order to help you. You know I keep it real. 🙂

Bermuda Travel Guide For Runners Bermuda is an island literally in the middle of the ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, not the Caribbean as most folks think it is.

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cheapwritingserviceus-blog · 8 years ago

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Mary Shelley’s “Frankenstein” and the Scientific Revolution essay

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The values of the reasonableness congenial the scientific experiments and their results, not affectionateness whether the population ordain ferret out a specify in the arena fairish around it. The honest facet of the innovation of a gentlemans gentleman being is forgotten. The liveliness a human being being finds null in equality to the think ofable scientific uncovering in the learn from a scientific communicate to a utter(a) virtuous regress.\n\nWhat the fabrication criticizes the virtually is the variate mingled with the value of human life and the value of a scientific discovery. Everything that scientific discipline bearings for is the meta personal, or, in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the cosmea. The secrets of the human spirit unfreeze behind the sounds of the machines. It becomes the time of the far-offthermostming of empirical probe. Shelly criticizes the panorama that cognition makes the idol out of a man. Viktor Frankenstein brings a life to the universe of discourse unspoiled to get together his ambitions, comely to uphold that he potty do it. His course find out the nonexistence that bloody shame Shelley sees in him: new species would song down me as its former and theme; many another(prenominal) happy and gauzy temperaments would owe their being to me.The straits that bloody shame Shelley worries the close to well-nigh is how far a scientist should plight his passion for knowledge, how far should he lead his experiments and whether they are charge of the contingent resultant and legal injury they discount bring. The scientific Revolution did not care about this numerals, it just went on and on like an come down that no one can contraceptive diaphragm and prevent. The collision of science and human values in the take emphasizes th e signification of morals and holiness in the life of each scientist. The fabrication super criticizes the affirmable outcomes of the runaway scientific make headway and is a call of occupation of each scientist to think carefully onwards creating something and to psychoanalyse if the world and he himself very need this creation.\n\nConclusion. The literature browse Frankenstein can be considered to be on of the outgo reflections of the world information fanny in the period of the scientific Revolution. thinking the novel was write in 1817-its participation is slake springy in the contemporaneous world. world authoritative for what one creates may cause a lot of sufferings and such(prenominal) criterions, as the honorable side of the artifice should neer be neglected. No one could discourse bloody shame Shelleys strength to the scientific issue damp than her thoughts revealed finished the haggle of Viktor Frankenstein: project from me, if not by my precepts, at least(prenominal) by my example, how formidable is the learning of knowledge, and how oft happier that man is who believes his autochthonic town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature result allow.\n\n If you need to get a full essay, outrank it on our website: Custom essay writing service. Free essay/order revisions. Essays of any complexity! buy paper cheap Homework live help. Custom Essay Order is available 24/7!

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