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galaxy-charm · 4 years ago

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after the angel's death, dean finds a notebook cas once used, tucked away neatly into the drawers of the bedside table. feeling nothing, he takes it, holds the feather-light weight in his hands. the cover is plain in design, the colour the shade of dean's eyes. he knows he shouldn't pry, but he can't help himself. he collaspes by the side of castiel's bed and flips through the pages, gently, because this is all he has left of the angel and he can't ruin it too.

the first entry is dated 'sunday, 10 november 2013', in faded blue ink. it was a long time ago.

castiel's orderly and neat handwriting fills up the slender margins and flows from line to line as if it were a stream, like water. dean lets the angel's soundless voice guide him along; he was drawn and could do nothing else.

the angel writes about a lot of things.

he writes of his fall, of his newfound sensations, of his hunger, his pain, his regret. he writes of his brothers and sisters, of better times, of the time before god left. he writes of a neighbourhood cat, his expenses and savings, his dreams. he writes of green eyes, of foolishness, of things he should not think about, things he should have left alone.

each word settles in dean's chest like birds made of stone. unable to move, unable to shake away.

but time moves on. the angel gets his grace back. the entries fill the pages less, and are dated less frequently. many of the paragraphs are reduced to words, to drawings, to splashes of ink, to stains of blood.

the angel writes, more unrestrainedly now, of his ruined wings, of being incapable of washing the blood off his angel blades, of(f) his hands. he writes of wishing to fly, of worrying about those in his charge, of wanting to check in but something preventing him, of green eyes.

he writes of demons, demons with green eyes dogging his steps, haunting in his wake. he writes of lucifer, of cain, of billy, of mary, of sacrifice. he writes of jack, of hope, of fathers, of sons, of fathers and sons. of the pastel moon, of golden stars, of brown oak. and of course of green, green, green, green.

by this point, dean has his head in his hands. he isn't sure whether to blame himself for being so dense or to blame the angel for burning so quiet. its always been the fire that takes everything good from him, everything worth saving.

hours, days must passed since he last left this room, since he picked up the cursed book and never set it back down. sammy must be worrying about him, but he decides he's too empty, too depthless to care. taking a swig of bear, he flips to the next page.

the entry marks 'sunday, 1 november 2020', in fresh blue ink. it seems a long time ago.

the entry reads:

fates, forgive me, for what i will confess before these pages. days are coming to an end, and i fear above all else that time will not come. so i will lay down my sins before you, on paper, across from the fire, below the impending darkness.

i, the fallen angel falling again and again and again and again,

i will fall one last time against death.

i will fall for the righteous man.

i pray that i am wrong, but i, the blind man, see no other way. i fear death will become a threat, and jack must save his strength. someone must stop her, and i will pay the price for my faults all those years ago. all those many, many, many years ago.

i do not regret what i have done, for it led me to the most bittersweet years of my existence, the most selfless man i will ever know. i only regret that i may never find the courage to say it to those green depths, so i will say it here:

i, castiel, love dean winchester.

i have loved him since i healed and raised him from perdition, and i love him still. i love him even though he believes he is only made from fire, from war and catastrophe. i love him even though he cannot love himself, he cannot love me.

i will love him always,

like hydrangeas blooming in the apricity of snowlit sun, in these bloodstained hands.

but what i want, it cannot be true. there are much more things at stake, so much more to give. to atone for.

dean, if you ever read this, forgive me, for all i can do to bear with this pain is love you, love you more than time and fate has allowed me to, love you more than i ever have.

and it is with this love, that i will go into nothingness.

the words bleed onto next page. 'monday, 2 november 2020':

i love you.

'tuesday':

i love you.

'wednesday':

i love you.

and the entry, titled 'thursday', is blank.

with shaking hands, barely legible words, dean fills in the achingly untounched margins:

i forgive you, for all of it. i'm so sorry for not saying back. please, please, please, just come home. i pray for it, i ache for it, and right now i'm begging for it. please, just this once.

i love you too, cas.

come home soon.

#i just wanted to write a little bit of angst today #but my brain said no #enjoy #:D #destiel #spn #my writing

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doctors-star · 4 years ago

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writing challenge prompt: apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter. (Pairing Peter/Alex/Ruth if you fancy it)

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apricity - the warmth of the sun in the winter

The farmyard looks like it’s on fire. Great coiling, curling masses of steam are rising off it and ascending heavenward, for all the world as if a large dragon had set up shop beneath the chickens’ feet and is now puffing away to itself. The steam is solid silver and grey in the midmorning light, swirling on invisible thermals like Degas’ ballerinas, and edged with sunlight that is altogether too bright to look at.

He is looking anyway.

His eyes are scrunched up with an intensity usually reserved for awkward texts and inscrutable hill forts, brow furrowed and creased over heavy, dark brows. He’s got one hand on his hip, the other wrapped thoughtfully around his chin; his feet are planted squarely in boots coated in solid, cloying mud. He looks immovable as an oak tree, there in the farmyard. The world around them could end, he thinks, and Peter would still be standing.

Peter shifts, hand moving from chin to forehead to form a slight shield against the vivid wall of brightness. His sleeves are rolled up and it is possible to watch his muscles shift under his skin, as has been impossible for the past few weeks of seemingly endless rain. It has been cold and wet and miserable for all of January, feels like, and the dawn of February has not given them much cause for hope; but now, the rain has stopped, the clouds cleared, the mercury in the thermometer made the effort and risen above five degrees, and Peter has his jacket off and sleeves rolled back right away, as if this is the only sunshine he expects this year and he had better appreciate it.

In fairness, it is Britain. Stranger things have happened.

And anyway, Alex can understand the idea. He is, after all, watching Peter as though the man might disappear; as if this is his only opportunity to lean propped up on the cart in the sunlight and see him, sleeves pushed back and squinting and lit up by light and steam. How very long the winter has seemed.

Alex leans back a little and folds his arms, glaring into the east a little more himself, to look the same way as Peter. Ruth - of course, of course they are watching Ruth - is talking with great animation to their flock of chickens, hands on her hips as she chides them. They keep ducking about around her feet rather indignantly, dipping their heads with their strange stop-motion movements to tap their beaks unenthusiastically against the frozen ground as if to say why aren’t you feeding us? we cannot possibly be expected to feed ourselves in this weather! And Ruth is laughing at them, with the sun behind her head and behind the trees so that the rays are oddly defined; segmented spikes, like a great art deco sunburst.

“I will not feed you,” she is telling the birds with stern amusement. “You do not need it. It is a glorious day, at last, and you can go and enjoy it. And eat all the other things who are out enjoying it, too. It’ll be good for you. Lazy sods.” One of the chickens, the buff-coloured, famously bad-tempered one, darts forward and then struts nonchalantly away towards the pig sty. Ruth sputters an indignant laugh, jaw dropped in surprise. “Did you just peck my shoe?” she cries after the retreating bird, who puts on a burst of speed. “The audacity!”

Alex can feel the grin that’s lodged on his face; Peter, face still screwed up against the light, snorts inelegantly and she looks his way and beams. “Are you no longer a chicken authority?” he asks her very solemnly and sympathetically.

“My shoe has been pecked!” she informs him, rather redundantly, but it makes them both grin all the same. “They’ve lost all respect for me.” She watches the other chickens follow the vicious ringleader towards the patch of grass by the pigs where they peck morosely at the grass and dirt as if they don’t expect to find anything and reckon they’ll have starved by lunchtime. The various worms and insects which have ventured to the surface to enjoy the rare sunlight and which are now being snapped up by the sharp, aggressive movements of the chickens appear to do little to make them feel better.

“Get free-range chickens, they said,” Peter sighs, not unhappily. “It’ll be so rewarding to watch them hunt for themselves, they said.”

Ruth turns back to him, hand dropping from over her eyes, to laugh. Then she tilts her head on one side, offering him a lop-sided smile. “Are you alright?” she says. “I’m sure the camera crew would lend you some sunglasses until we film, if we haven’t got any thirties specs - face all screwed up, you look like a gargoyle.”

“I’m feeling great, thanks,” Peter says, voice all level and dry to make her laugh. “Really complimented and supported too. Have we actually got any proper shades, though? Alex’ll love them - he likes pretending he’s in Top Gun.”

“I do not,” Alex protests automatically and without a great deal of conviction.

Peter and Ruth turn to the sound of his voice, faces open with pleasure and slight surprise. “Oh, hello lurker,” Peter says cheerfully. “Was wondering where you’d got to.”

“I do not pretend I’m Tom Cruise,” Alex tells Ruth firmly, ignoring the lurker comment. She raises her eyebrows, one finger pressing against her mouth in futile prevention of a smile, and waits with interest for him to elaborate. “That - that bloke in The Mummy,” he finds himself saying, snapping his fingers as the name escapes him. “He’s got to wear sunglasses at some point, hasn’t he? I’ll be him.”

“Who, John Hannah?” Peter says, chirpy and obtuse with a grin from ear to ear and his hand cupped around his eye to shade against the February sun. Alex sends him a mock-withering glare and his smile somehow widens; Ruth laughs, bright and affectionately evil. “You do kind of look like John Hannah, you know,” Peter says, very deliberately reasonable.

Alex points at him warningly. “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” he tells Peter’s smirk, “but you know I was talking about the other one. O’Connell,” he says, snapping his fingers again in triumph.

Peter tuts and shakes his head sadly. “Nope, the hairstyle will out - you’ll have to be Hannah and I-” he places his hand on his heart like an old-timey Shakespearian actor about to monologue his way through a half-hour death scene, “-shall be O’Connell.”

Alex spreads his arms in indignation, appealing to Ruth in supplication for aid; as expected, she laughs at him.

“Ruth can be whatsherface. Evie,” Peter adds happily.

“No, no, I’m being Lara Croft,” Ruth corrects. “I want to run about in temples and have a mansion and a butler.”

Alex nods, conceding this point. Peter wanders over and places one large, sun-warmed palm on Alex’s shoulder, gesturing at him with the other and squinting towards Ruth. Heat leeches from the sun to the air to Peter, and he presses it into Alex’s joints like a balm. It soothes and steadies, even as Peter says “Do you want Alex for your butler?”

“Oh, yes please,” Ruth says cheerfully and Alex sighs, as deliberately and falsely put-upon as the chickens. Peter snorts and hauls him closer, half hug half headlock; he goes willingly, even as he makes an effort to look hard-done-by for Ruth.

“Why aren’t there any more cool archaeologists?” he says.

“Well,” Peter says, sounding rather apologetic, “there is always…”

“Indiana Jones is a terrible archaeologist,” Alex says firmly. “Great jumped-up cowboy.”

Ruth huffs a laugh at the tired old argument and tips her face up into the sun rather than engage with its well-trodden lines. She breathes deeply, inhaling great lungfuls of warmed, clear air; against his back, Alex can feel Peter breathe slow and steady and perfectly in-time. There’s something soothing about it, in the same way that there was something soothing about watching Peter watch Ruth: it is nice to know, sometimes, that other people operate the same way he does. For a moment, there, in their long-awaited sunlight, the whole thing had been as mana from heaven, all warmth and brightness and that peculiar kind of beauty that cannot be looked at head-on. He’s not sure he had really noticed, before, how much the interminable, rainy January had worn on him, until he had been confronted by the sunshine; by Ruth’s art deco halo, and Peter’s scrunched-up gargoyle face; by truculent chickens for the laws of farm and man. And intensity of emotion can be isolating, if the moment is not shared - but it is. Ruth is breathing it; Peter is holding him a little too tight; they are all together under a sun a little too warm for the season.

“There should be more films about historians,” Ruth declares to the sky, eyes resting closed. “What’s not cool about this?”

“Right,” Alex says. “We haven’t been rained on for, ooh, must be twelve hours now. Hours of action and entertainment in this line of work.”

“What’s it mean for Candlemas weather predicting,” Peter says, shaking Alex’s shoulders slightly but letting him stand fully and lean into his side, “if Candlemas itself is disgustingly wet and rainy but the day following is worryingly sunny?”

“Worryingly?” Ruth snaps, cracking an eye open to frown at them.

Alex ignores this and sucks his teeth. “Oh, nothing good, I’m sure. We’re being lulled into a false sense of security, mark my words.

Peter frowns with deep and false concern. “Snowed in by the morning?”

“If we even last the night.”

Ruth works one glove off her hands and throws it at them, nailing Peter in the chest; he scrambles to catch it. “Worse than the chickens, you two are,” she says, fighting a smile. Peter holds out the glove and she presses her lips together and crosses the yard. Her fingers fold around the leather in his palm; his thumb falls gently to rest over her knuckles. Ruth looks up at them, all amused reproach. “Can’t you just enjoy it?”

Alex and Peter share a look, and then Peter shrugs. Alex looks back at her, and the sunlight, and the chickens and the pigs and the way her hair shines copper and Peter’s scrunched-up face and the warming, thawing ground - like spring is coming. He shrugs too. “We’ll give it a go,” he says.

#all heavily influenced by the time i yelled the audacity! in a public place because a pigeon peckedd my shoe #a pigeon!#the audacity!!#i'm not over it.#incidentally it's minus two and snowing today so this is based on a day last week #i'm cold :(#thanks for the prompt!#i am working on the others #this is your captain speaking

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circuitsys · 3 years ago

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Introductions

Wire - Host - any pronouns, mechs/honk/xe/slots/it + way more

- Favourite Minecraft block is stone or spruce

Max - he/she/it

- He never elaborated on his favourite block.. But it’s the mining/exploring type.

Jack - he/him

- Favourite Minecraft block is granite

Sam - he/him

- Unbiased to Minecraft blocks, but is a fan of oak

See more from most of us at https://linktr.ee/l1vew1re ! We’re able to be more active there because it’s easier to do at school.

Also, tone tags really help us! We try our best to use them and would apricate if you did the same :) /g

If anything changes we’ll update this!

Have a good [DAY/AFTERNOON/EVENING/NIGHT] :D

#introduction #honestly this is just for pronouns lol #and us wanting sorta an online journal thing #also no one is getting our medical history #unless we wanna overshare #also i will block #without hesitation #uh idk what to tag this #i wanna tag this under system stuff #but hm very hesitant #anyways #i should write the post now #ive spent too much time on tags

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vairuler · 6 years ago

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" some days, I don't know what the hell to think. "

｡ﾟﾟ SOUGH OF OAKS’ LIMBS & CONVERSING OF FEUILLEMORT foliage —– —- – it clogs the 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 of sound / the tacenda of tongues . apricating strands of his vacillate ‘midst zephyr , unveiling ultramarine pools so doleful / so subsumed with 𝙑𝘼𝘾𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙔 . * 𝙾𝙷 . 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 . ❝ that is why sometimes it is best to not think at all . ❞ speaks , marcid simper oozing a wilted lament . 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 , hushed , & pangs of raillery . opulent gems scintillating whilst chin lowers , stygian lashes shrouding earthbound irises . —– —- – ❝ or to think of everything at once ….. for distractions . ❞

—– —- – ❝ is that what you need , sir ? distractions ? i have plenty of horrifying stories to have your mind focused on them instead . ❞

lost meme . 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ♡ . . . !

#kenneidy #°｡ﾟﾟ ☼ ┊ ❪ ᶦᶰᵇᵒˣ . ❫ ROYAL COURT . ❜ ╯#this is so sloppy rIP im gonna slamdunk myself into the bin

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mvssive · 8 years ago

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Lost Cat

He spent the lost season leaping, winnowed with the chaff, breathing warmth onto his own tail and curled body, shielded, earthward, with the mice and mossy voles, by a dense forest of the highland’s lanky grass. He surveyed the horsetail clouds, the surrounding bosky hills, where all plot and property went unmarked. He savored the oaks near their creaking, pebbled streams, flush with spawning salamanders. His bluish tuxedo fur stirred at apricity’s feral licks.

#poetry

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nwbeerguide · 8 years ago

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Portland Farmhouse Fest and Wild Ale Festival at Saraveza

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3/14/2017 Portland, OR - The 5th annual Portland Farmhouse and Wild Ale Festival, part of the inaugural Portland Farmhouse Weekend has announced their participating beer and breweries list, official exclusive beer by Logsdon Farmhouse Ales and additional affiliated events. Portland Farmhouse Weekend runs March 31st - April 2nd, 2017 with the main festival Sat. April 1st and Sun. April 2nd featuring over thirty breweries and 80+ beers presented by Saraveza and Point Blank Distributing.

This years Farmhouse Festival features an exclusive new single barrel bottled and limited draft release from Logsdon Farmhouse Ales called "Portland Farmhouse Fest Saraveza Sour." Only forty cases of 375ml bottles and two kegs were made of this unblended, spontaneously inoculated "methode van lembeek"-style beer will be on sale for $13 each. Saraveza has also unearthed two cases of last 2016's official festival bottle release "The Croze" by The Commons Brewery which will be on sale for $12.

Portland Farmhouse Fest Saraveza Sour Description: A single, unblended barrel brewed in the style of "Methode van Lembeek." This beer was brewed with traditional methods & ingredients in the winter of 2016 and spontaneously innoculated in the coolship at the Logsdon Farmhouse Brewery. It spent nearly a year aging in French Oak before the final refermentation in the bottle. This beer embraces the raw natural flavors of the Hood River Valley flora. Ingredients: Water, Pilsner Malt, Raw Wheat, Aged Goldings. ABV: 5.5%

Participating breweries (subject to change): Logsdon Farmhouse Ales, De Garde Brewing, The Ale Apothecary, Benedictine Brewery, Holy Mountain Brewing, The Commons Brewery, pFriem Family Brewers, Upright Brewing, Alesong Brewing & Blending, Perennial Artisan Ales, Propolis Brewing, Agrarian Ales, Block 15 Brewing, Against the Grain, Blackberry Farms, The Bruery, Great Notion, De Garde, Culmination Brewing, Ruse Brewing, Little Beast Brewing, Reach Break Brewing, Solera Brewery, Stillwater Brewing, Three Magnets Brewing, Urban Family Brewing, Wander Brewing, Engine House No. 9, Wolf Tree Brewery, Yachats Brewing, Matchless Brewing and Sixpoint.

Beer List (Draft and Bottle)

The following beer will not be on tap all at once but some at booths and tables outside in a covered tent, and others rotating through the taps inside Saraveza and The Bad Habit Room over the full weekend.

Against the Grain: Wine Barrel-aged Coq de la Marche This Session Saison safely falls into step with those beers striding confidently along that most fateful walk. Brewed with a dash of spelt and a healthy late hop addition this fine, frothy friend was fermented warm to perfect attenuation and carbed up high for a flavor that is at once bright, rich, juicy and ultra crisp. Strut your stuff, man. ABV: 5.8% IBU: 31.1.

Agrarian Farmhouse Ales: Curiosity Biere de Mars 6%: This traditional spring farmhouse ale is bright a floral with a heavy dose of estate Mt. Hood hops. Two toast level Munich malt and a little Vienna malt make for a beautiful orange tint and balanced maltiness perfect for our balmy, Oregon springs.

Agrarian Farmhouse Ales: Apricity (2015 vintage) winter saison 8%: With a simple, clean base of organic pils and pale malts, and a restrained hand of Cascade hops, we let the Belgian Saison yeast shine in this tradition-inspired golden ale. Aromas of spice and stone fruit seem to jump right out of the glass at you, drawing you into its enveloping realm of complex fruit, malt, and spice flavors. Dry and yet rich, Apricity is sure to live up to its definition - the warmth of the sun in the winter.

Agrarian Farmhouse Ales: Country Song Saison (8.1%): Brewed in the classic style of a strong export Belgian Saison, with organic unmalted heirloom red wheat, organic pilsner malt, and generous additions of freshly dried, Agrarian grown hops, straight from our drier oast. It has all the fruity twangy spicy flavors you want in a good country song. Or rather, saison.

Agrarian Farmhouse Ales: Apple Fringe (6%): This beer starts with our barn pressed, spontaneously fermented cider that is aged for a year in a used Pinot Noir French oak barrel. The dry, oaky and sour cider is then blended with our bright and fresh malty Biere de Mars to reach a smooth mouthfeel and crisp yet complex tart finish.

The Ale Apothecary: 2015 Spencer Wild harvested blackcurrant in aged Sahalie

The Ale Apothecary: El Cuatro Ale aged in Oregon pinot barrels and brandy barrels

The Ale Apothecary: City Beer Store blend Collaboration with City Beer Store in SF. Beer aged in one distillery 209 gin barrel and one miraflores port barrel. Beer dry-hopped with redwood prior to packaging

The Ale Apothecary: Connor Collaboration with Mason Ale Works of SD. Oregon marion berries and magic veeder vineyard barrels

The Ale Apothecary: Therapy Ferret Collaboration with Tin Bucket. ale aged in 3 different whiskey barrels with rhubarb

The Ale Apothecary: Dry + Wet hopped La Tache Our La Tache aged additionally on 3 varieties of wet hops after our traditional dry-hopping stage.

The Ale Apothecary: Chenin La Tache Collaboration with Twist Wine Co out of Pacific City. La Tache aged in 2 Bull Run whiskey barrels with 75# of chenin blanc grape must in each barrel.

Alesong Brewing & Blending: Shake Your Tree (peaches) American Wild Ale aged in oak barrels with Peaches. 5.4% Abv.

Alesong Brewing & Blending: Saison du Vin Farmhouse ale aged in oak and acacia barrels and conditioned with Muscat Juice. 8.4% Abv.

Alesong Brewing & Blending: Cherry Parliament Wild red ale aged in Pinot Noir and bourbon barrels with cherries. 7.4% Abv.

Alesong Brewing & Blending: Here Comes the Sun Biere de Mars dry-hopped ale with citrus and spices. 5.6% Abv.

Benedictine Brewery: Saint Benedict Farmhouse Ale Light, rustic and spicy. Brewed with pilsner and wheat, and a touch of sugar, we let the Belgian yeast ferment at its own pace and temperature, usually landing between 78-82 degrees F. ABV 4.7%.

Benedictine Brewery: Mea Culpa I (one) NW/Belgian Wild Ale. The beer started as a Belgian IPA, and evolved into a wild ale. An accident, my fault, for sure. Citrus, fruit and subtle spice flavors from the grains and yeast are in balance with the hops from our own farm. And as the beer ages, the barn is finding its way into the flavor. ABV 7.0%.

Blackberry Farms: New World Cuvee (dry-hopped Saison) Inspired by classic Old World farmhouse ales, balanced by the bright character and nuances of New World hops, this golden dry-hopped saison features Wakatu, Equinox, and Comet hops. 6.3% Abv.

Block 15 Brewing: Here Comes the Sunshine 2017 Bière de Mars. Our nod to Northern France's springtime farmhouse ales, this Bière de Mars is inspired by budding flowers, new growth, and the sun emerging from its winter slumber. Its blend of North American malted barley, French Pilsner malt, and locally-grown white wheat produces a rustic grist character that is complemented by gentle hopping with Oregon and European varietals and fermentation with a pair of characterful yeast strains. Together, they produce a bright and lively farmhouse ale offering nuanced complexity and a crisp, refreshing finish.

Block 15 Brewing: Caves Saison Wild house cultured saison brewed exclusively for Block 15’s spinoff restaurant & bar Les Caves in Corvallis, Oregon. 5.1% Abv.

The Bruery: Tonnellerie Rue Tonnellerie Rue is a special variation of our rye saison that has been 100% fermented in oak barrels. Using this more traditional storage technique during the fermentation process adds further complexity to an already complex beer by allowing the natural yeast and bacteria, still nestled within the porous oak from previous fermentations, to eat away at the wort’s sugars while it slowly evolves into delicious beer. The final product is dry and earthy with a slight sour tinge, light rye spice and earthy funk.

The Bruery: Jardinier Jardinier, which is French for “gardener,” was inspired by the fresh, sessionable beers so often found on the Belgian dinner table. Bright and flavorful with an assertive hop character, Jardinier is a perfect beer for any occasion, casual or ornate. 4.5% Abv.

The Bruery: Elements of Funk Brett Claussenii designed to showcase the similarities and differences between four strains of Brettanomyces, which the cool kids call “brett”. This release features the Brettanomyces Claussenii strain. 6.5% Abv.

The Bruery: Elements of Funk Brett Lambicus designed to showcase the similarities and differences between four strains of Brettanomyces, which the cool kids call “brett”. This release features the Brettanomyces Lambicus strain. 6.5% Abv.

The Commons Brewery: Brett Urban Farmhouse Ale our flagship, award winning farmhouse ale aged in oak barrels with Brettanomyces Bruxellensis

The Commons Brewery: Citrus Myrtle dry hopped sour ale with grapefruit peel, orange peel and yuzu juice

The Commons Brewery: Farmhouse to Market saison with white sage and white peppercorns made specially for Zupan's Market

The Commons Brewery: Viognier Grissette barrel aged table bier with Viognier grape juice

Culmination Brewing: Foed for Thought A foeder fermented NW Farmhouse Ale that was dry hopped with Southern Hemisphere hops. It is straw colored and hazy in appearance with flavors and aromas of white wine, pineapple, coconut, oak, and bright citrus fruits. 7.1% ABV 14 IBU

De Garde Brewing: The Archer Lambic-style ale aged in oak barrels with pinot noir grapes. 7% Abv.

De Garde Brewing: The Lily One of the oldest barrels from our stock, a lambic influenced sour ale.

We added a hefty harvest of whole cluster Southern Oregon grown Tempranillo grapes from a favorite vineyard. Big rustic and spicy fruit aromas with a bracing acidity, and earthy backdrop. 7% Abv.

De Garde Brewing: The Vigne A wild ale aged in oak wine barrels with Zinfandel Grapes

De Garde Brewing: Elements of Composition We’re pleased to introduce Elements of Composition, a blend of beer and friendship spanning the course of years. In February 2016, brewers from De Garde Brewing, Jester King Brewery, and Sante Adairius Rustic Ales in met in Tillamook, Oregon to blend beer from each of their respective breweries. Three year old, 100% spontaneously fermented beer from De Garde was blended with two year old, 100% spontaneously fermented beer from Jester King, and mature, foudre aged saison from Sante Adairius. The result is a beer distinct from, but not greater than, the sum of its parts. 6.2% Abv.

De Garde Brewing: Special Rouge Wild red ale aged in oak with raspberries and cherries. 6.5% Abv.

De Garde Brewing: Nectarine Premier A wild farmhouse ale aged in oak wine barrels with nectarines. 7.1% Abv.

De Garde Brewing: Bu Weisse Our version of a barrel-fermented and barrel-aged Berliner-Weisse, but fermented with ambient yeast and bacteria. Tart with citrus and fruit notes, a subtle grain character, and a hint of funk. 2.3% Abv.

Engine House No. 9: Redamancy Barrel-aged saison.

Engine House No. 9: Tayberry Saison Brewed with Tayberries, fermented in oak with a house brett strain. 6.4% Abv.

Great Notion Brewing: Petal of Roselle Petal of Roselle' is a Farmhouse Ale brewed with Continental Pilsner, Munich malts, white wheat and oats. The beer was fermented with a Belgian yeast strain and conditioned in French wine barrels with a mixed culture of bacteria & brett for two months. The Petal of Roselle (hibiscus flowers) were added to the beer three weeks before packaging, to add a soft floral flavor, and beautiful pink color.

Holy Mountain Brewing: The Seer Foudre aged hoppy Saison

Holy Mountain Brewing: Anareta Sour ale fermented in oak and aged on blueberries

Holy Mountain Brewing: Covenant Barrel fermented dry-hopped Saison

Holy Mountain Brewing: Dust to Dust Barrel aged Brett Pale Ale brewed in collaboration with Jolly Pumpkin

Holy Mountain Brewing: Crystal Ship Foudre aged Saison brewed with hop bract

Little Beast: Fera Farmhouse saison crafted with European malts and Noble hops, and then fermented entirely with Brettanomyces yeast. Drinks dry and crisp with a mildly tart, fruity and complex finish.

Little Beast: Bes Tart Wheat Ale brewed with Belgian malts and Noble hops. Fermented with a blend of unique Saccharomyces yeast and then conditioned with lactobacillus.

Logsdon Farmhouse Ales: The Conversion #1 Logsdon's first wild ale, this is a tart, juicy ale brewed in the farmhouse tradition and opened to wild fermentation. 7.8% Abv.

Logsdon Farmhouse Ales: Kriek Vier A quadrupel based beer with intense Kriek flavor aged for 4 months in bourbon barrels with cherries. This beer was compiled by the Logsdon crew of 4 with 4 of our initial seizoen yeast strains and 4 more cultures of Brettanomyces and lactic bacteria. Krieke Vier is a big beer with great flavor intensity and incredible cherry complexity that is smooth and easy to drink. 9.2% Abv.

Logsdon Farmhouse Ales: Seizoen Bretta Special Brettanomyces yeast provides added dryness and crisp complexity to the Seizoen Bretta. Bottle conditioned with pear juice for a natural carbonation.

Logsdon Farmhouse Ales: Portland Farmhouse Fest Saraveza Sour A single, unblended barrel brewed in the style of "Methode van Lembeek." This beer was brewed with traditional methods & ingredients in the winter of 2016 and spontaneously innoculated in the coolship at the Logsdon Farmhouse Brewery. It spent nearly a year aging in French Oak before the final refermentation in the bottle. This beer embraces the raw natural flavors of the Hood River Valley flora. ABV: 5.5%

Matchless Brewing: Pink Moon A foudre aged mixed culture beer

Perennial: Meriwether Belgian-style Saison Dry-hopped with German Hallertau, Package Conditioned, Brewed in Collaboration with The Commons 5.5%

Perennial: Uncle Buck Amber Bière de Miel with Dutch Gold Buckwheat Honey from Lancaster, PA 8.2%

Perennial: Savant Blanc 100% Brettanomyces fermented Belgian Blonde Ale aged in Chardonnay barrels with Chardonel grapes 8%

Perennial: Foeder Saison Mixed Fermentation Foeder Aged Saison 5%

Perennial: Working Title Belgian-style Pale Ale conditioned with Brettanomyces 6.2%

pFriem Family Brewers: Oud Bruin Jammy, Leather, Vinous, Lovely pFriem’s Foudre barrel aged Oud Bruin is a deep crimson beer featuring aromas of marionberry, apple butter and Cabernet, big notes of raspberry, fig, Sherry and leather with a tart, jammy finish that will make any beer lover tip their hat. 8.7% ABV, 10 IBU

pFriem Family Brewers: Flanders Red Bright Cherries, Tobacco, Leather, Tart pFriem Flanders Red is a tribute to the Burgundies of Belgium, the red ales that once captivated the country. Each glass is rich with notes of cherry, hints of passionfruit and a Pinot-like flavor that comes from the eighteen months it spent in an oak barrel. Take one sip, savor the tart finish and you’ll understand how one beer could charm a country. 7.0% ABV, 10 IBU

pFriem Family Brewers: Barrel Aged Saison Pineapple, Citrus, Floral, Mineral Our rustic Barrel Aged Saison nods to its storied Belgian roots but is a thoroughly modern Oregonian beer. Six months in Chardonnay barrels followed by generous dry-hopping produces a full flavor with a satisfying blend of pineapple and melon, followed by a slightly tart, creamy, dry finish. 6.5% ABV, 30 IBU

pFriem Family Brewers: Abrikoos Apricots, Baked Lemon, Jammy, Tart 2.7 lbs. of fresh apricots per gallon of our Lambic-inspired Ale in pFriem Abrikoos may seem like a lot, but the aromas of grape, and cantaloupe and tart notes of baked lemons and pineapple nectar don’t lie. It’s just right! 5.4% ABV, 6 IBU

Propolis Brewing: Osoberry Tempranillo barrel-aged Amber Saison with wild Indian Plum. 7.5% Abv

Propolis Brewing: Beltane Elderflower Saison with Brettanomyces. 7.5% Abv.

Propolis Brewing: Litha Saison with lavender, sage and chamomile 7.5%

Propolis Brewing: Blue Huckleberry Sangiovese Barrel-aged Saison with Wild Blue Huckleberries 7.5%

Propolis Brewing: Fennel Saison Brewed with Valencia orange, clove and Fennel 7.5%

Reach Break Brewing: PDX Farmhouse Fest Saison A rye saison spiced with ginger and hibiscus.

Sixpoint Brewing: Farmhouse Renovation Aged for 6 months in Brooklyn Winery red wine barrels innoculated with a healthy culture of Brett. Funky, light acidity, lots of bright fruit character.

Solera Brewery: Weather Witch Cuvee Our classic saison brewed with pilsner malt, wheat, corn and Pekko hops blended with a 4 year old Solera barrel (Gen. 1) for bright acidity. 6.5% ABV, 22 IBU.

Stillwater Brewing/Toccalmato: Toats Gone Wild 100% oat malt saison fermented with multiple brettanomyces strains and dry hopped with Galaxy & Pacific Gem. 6% Abv.

Stillwater Brewing: Pineapple Fields Wild IPA brewed with Pineapples. 6.7% Abv.

Stillwater Brewing/Cigar City: 21st Century Means Multigrain brett Saison brewed with Buckwheat and Rye. 8.5% Abv.

Three Magnets Brewing: Because Ghosts a lightly smoked Brett farmhouse brewed as a collaboration with the yet to open Northish Brewing out of Tacoma

Three Magnets Brewing: 2nd Anniversary Ale sour red ale aged in red wine puncheons for 18 months

Three Magnets Brewing: Staying Alive pH 3.2 Lacto, Brett, and Sachromyces combine in a completely anerobic fermentation to create a lip puckering, yet refreshing, summer sour ale. Dry hopped with Amarillo to accentuate the fruity character. This beer is not a kettle sour; live Lacto! 5.6% Abv.

Three Magnets/Logsdon Farmhouse Ales: Sleeveless (Hoppy Black Saison) Pitch black with dank hop notes and a spicy finish this black saison hits all the notes with a powerful malt foundation, assertive hopping, and a blend of Logsdon’s house saccharomyces yeast along with Three Magnets blend of sacc and brettanomyces. 7.5% Abv.

Upright Brewing/Ruse Brewing: Sun Circles A collaborative two cask blend of light saisons from Ruse and Upright, both aged in wine casks with fresh nectarines and brettanomyces.

Upright Brewing/Level Beer: Saison TBD

Urban Family Brewing: Of Both Worlds Nelson Sauvin hopped farmhouse, bolder, big mouthfeel

Urban Family Brewing: Magnolia Redux Simcoe hopped farmhouse, cleaner/crisper than Of Both Worlds

Urban Family Brewing: Ruby Soho A mixed culture fermentation (house saison yeast, Brett, and Pedio) with pomegranate. Its not a fruited sour, by any means. Its a traditional wild fermentation that we kegged and have been aging out for a few months.

Wander Brewing: Wild Warehouse Barrel-Aged Farmhouse Ale European specialty malts. Slovenian and British hops. Aged nine months in fresh Chardonnay barrels. Glowing golden orange in color. Nectarine, fresh apple, pear, clover, tart. Dry. GABF 2016 Gold Medal Winner. 6.8% ABV // 23 IBU // 9 SRM

Wander Brewing: Sauraha Barrel-Aged Sour Blond American and European specialty malts. German noble hops. Conditioned 12 months in wine barrels with choice multiple strains of yeast and bacteria. Pours a hazy straw color. Distinct aromas of pineapple and nectarine give way to milder notes of funk and sea salt. Moderately tart, with flavors of kiwi, white grape must, and lemon zest. Dry and effervescent. 7.1% ABV // 5 SRM // 6 IBU

Wander Brewing: Sossusvlei Flanders-Style Red Ale European specialty malts. German noble hops. Conditioned 18 months in wine barrels with choice multiple strains of yeast and bacteria. Pours a hazy burgundy color. Dark fruit aromas give way to milder notes of funk and citrus. Strong lactic sourness balanced with acetic notes and flavors of red wine must and citrus zest. Semi-dry and effervescent. 6.6% ABV// 14 IBU // 18 SRM

Wander Brewing: Addo Kriek European specialty malts. German Noble hops. Mixed culture fermentation. Foeder aged for 9 months followed by 3 months of aging on Montmorency cherries. Crimson hued. Dark tart fruit, oak, clove, effervescent, sour. Dry. 7.3% ABV // 5 IBU // 18 SRM

Wolf Tree Brewery: Rosemary’s Saison Rosemary, Farmhouse, Delicious. 5.5% ABV IBU 20

Wolf Tree Brewery: Barrel-Aged Spruce Tip Ale Spruce Tip Ale aged in Pinot Noir barrels. Blending oak and red wine flavors with our flagship beer results in a super smooth, easy drinking ale. 6.5% ABV

Yachats Brewing + Farm Store: Cape Ranch (hoppy saison) The use of Idaho 7, Chinook, and Cashmere hops in this hoppy saison bring out a juicy, fruity and citrusy character.

Yachats Brewing + Farm Store: Viewpoint Saison with Lemongrass + Rose Bud

WHEN: Sat. April 1st 11am – 9pm and Sun. April 2nd 11am – 6pm

WHERE: Saraveza, The Bad Habit Room and along N. Michigan street at 1004 N. Killingsworth St, Portland, OR 97217

COST: $25 General Admission ticket for a branded glass and 10 drink tickets, additional tickets $1, 4oz pours 1-4 tickets.

TICKETS: http://www.merctickets.com/events/40844884/portland-farmhouse-and-wild-ale-festival

FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/PortlandFarmhouseAndWildAleFestival/

WEBSITE: http://portlandfarmhousefest.com

#Portland #Oregon #Portland Farmhouse Fest and Wild Ale Festival #Saraveza

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melted-moonlight · 8 years ago

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dandelion garden

There was a boy who grew up with the stars for cousins,

cumulus nimbi for grandparents,

back pocket journals for fathers, their pages wilted like roses,

The boy wrote with melted moonlight,

gathered every morning in the form of morning dew,

outside on the street littered with pot holes there were lamp posts that grew like arthritic fingers from the ground up,

it was these lamp posts where synthetic sunlight dripped from the sky downwards,

collecting in shallow puddles,

it was this light that bled through the blinds every night, prodded tired eyes open and kept the boy company while he wrote,

swirling the melted moonlight onto the page,

the synthetic sunlight dripping like thick honey onto the page,

merging with the silver strands of moonlight,

the boy who wrote and thought by night, and dreamt by day,

the boy who soon tired of fake smiles,

who could not sew a fake plastic smile in place with stitches neat like cursive,

instead he learned to wear a tired smirk that clung to his face loosely,

He wore that smirk like a flannel,

He learned to talk to oak trees, their roots dense with wisdom,

he learned to fall in love with the sway of dandelions, not the stiffness of roses,

The boy who spent his recess minutes conversing with the wind,

he wrote down everything she told him,

the boy grew up like the crooked lamp posts,

but, he learned and reread what the constellations had told him,

he learned to breath life into pages like the gentle blow that feeds the flame,

he learned to cultivate dreams like grey dandelions,

letting them flow freely in the moonlit air,

he learned to play and jump in puddles of star light,

he fell in love with apricity and watered every idea,

for,

the boys thoughts used to be roses, that died like wilted dreams down the shower drain,

and he knew,

that on his crooked block dreams fell into pockest half empty with asparations that they stay thre forgotten,

and he refused to let that happen,

and every idea was a delicate rose and he found himself outnumbered day after day,

they told him that his dreams were silly,

that those roses would wilt like his soul after a year,

that there would be nothing left but a brown stem and a dead rose,

and he refused to believe that,

he grew gardens in his notebooks,

burried his past mistakes under the roses,

and grew dandellions so that eh could have a wish for every drop of water on the earth,

he learned not to trust on the shooting stars or eyelashes,

but he knew that his garden of danadellions he kept hidden away in a journal that was wilted like roses,

he knew that in his garden, where dandellions were watered with moonlight and they blew in the wind,

he knew,

that in that place,

his dreams could flourish.

#tumblr poets #poets #poetry #moonlight #writing

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id-pack-archive · 9 months ago

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Winter Themed Names

alaska. alba. andri. aneira. angel. angelina. apricity. arctic. aspen. aster. aurora. ayden. balthasar. bell. belle. bianca. blanche. blizzard. blu. blue. carol. caspar. cedar. christina. christmas. clara. coco. cocoa. cole. cozy. crimson. crystal. december. diamond. douglas. edur. eira. eirlys. eirwan. elitsa. ella. elsa. ember. emmanuel. emmanuelle. estelle. everest. everett. evergreen. fionn. fir. fjolla. frediano. fritz. fros. frost. frostine. fuyu. gale. garland. ginger. gloria. hazel. holly. ice. icelyn. icie. iclyn. isbert. ivy. jack. jack.. jaki. january. janus. jolly. joseph. josephine. joy. juniper. kari. kit. lucas. lucina. lumi. mary. melchior. merry. miyuki. natalia. natalie. natasha. neve. nicholas. nick. nieves. noel. noella. noelle. north. november. oak. oakley. olwen. pepper. peppermint. pine. poinsettia. polaris. reign. robin. rudolf. rudolph. rudy. sally. scarlett. scrooge. sioc. snow. snowdrop. solstice. spruce. star. stella. storm. tundra. vega. vixen. warrin. whittaker. whyte. willow. winter. wren. wynn. yuki. yule. yves. yvette. zane.

Winter Themed Neopronouns

🐾 ◟ WINTER THEMED NAMES ◝ 🐾

🐾 ◟ WINTER THEMED NEOPRONOUNS◝ 🐾

#theme | weather #names

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momentosofmelancholy · 2 years ago

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#original character #apricity speaks #Apricity Oak

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nwbeerguide · 8 years ago

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Tickets on sale for Portland Farmhouse & Wild Ale Festival, March 31st - April 2nd

Press Release

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