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joachimnapoleon · 4 years ago

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“Aim for the heart, but spare the face”

The 4th and final part of my narrative of Murat’s last days. (Part 1: Murat’s Fateful Decision) (Part 2: The Capture of Murat) (Part 3: Prelude to a Show Trial)

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The commission chosen to enact the farcical trial of Murat convened on the 13th of October. A Sicilian named Captain Starace was to selected to serve as Murat’s advocate, and pleaded with Murat to change his mind about appearing in front of his judges to defend himself. Murat replied that the members of the court were not judges, but executioners; he ordered Starace to say nothing in his defense. Shortly after, the commission sent in a rapporteur to interrogate Murat, asking him his name, age, and homeland. Murat angrily declared: “I am Joachim, King of the Two Sicilies; get out, Monsieur!”

The trial concluded around four o’clock in the afternoon. He was unanimously found guilty, ironically on the basis of a law regarding insurrection which he had enacted himself in June of 1810. Murat received the news of his death sentence with, writes the Marquis de Sassenay, “a disdainful calm.” The sentence was to be carried out, he was told, in a quarter of an hour. He was permitted to write a final letter to his wife and children.

My dear Caroline,

My last hour has come; in a few moments I shall have ceased to exist; you will no longer have a husband, and my children will have no father. Never forget me; my life has not been tainted by any injustice. Farewell my Achille, farewell my Letitia, farewell my Lucien, farewell my Louise; show yourselves to the world worthy of me. I leave you without kingdom and without property, in the midst of my numerous enemies; be constantly united, show yourselves superior to misfortune, think of what you are and of what you have been, and God will bless you. Do not curse my memory. Know that my greatest pain, in the last moments of my life, is to die far away from my children.

Receive my paternal blessing; receive my kisses and my tears. Always have present in your memory your unfortunate father.

[Murat writes his final letter, by Jacques Onfroy de Bréville]

Into the envelope along with the letter, he placed several locks of his hair.

Completing this final task, he was met by Canon Masdea, the septuagenarian priest to whom Murat had bequeathed some money for the San Giorgio church two years prior. The priest prevailed upon Murat to sign a written declaration stating that he was dying as a Christian. He also managed to persuade Murat to make confession, standing firm on the matter when the officer on guard attempted to object due to a lack of time.

“Let us go,” Murat declared after receiving absolution, “and God’s will be done!”

At six o’clock in the evening, he was led out to the narrow courtyard of the castle. He coldly refused both the blindfold and the stool that were offered him. Scarcely ten feet separated him from the twelve-man firing squad. In his hand he held the miniature likenesses of his wife and children, which he now pressed to his chest.

“Soldiers,” he addressed the firing squad calmly, “do your duty. Aim for the heart, but spare the face.”

He gave the order to fire himself.

Details of the aftermath of the execution vary, with one account claiming three pistol shots were discharged into Murat’s head after he fell, which, if true, is excessive enough to appear as more an act of malice than a standard coup-de-grâce. There seems to be no doubt that he was killed instantly by the firing squad’s volley, fired at such a close range that his body was described as “mutilated.” His body was placed into a plain coffin and buried without ceremony in the yard of the church that had benefitted from his kindness two years earlier. Today a marker lies within the church, commemorating the spot where Murat’s remains are said to rest.

[Plaque marking Murat’s final resting place in San Giorgio church in Pizzo]

Caroline Murat had received no news of her husband’s whereabouts or well-being in months. Eight days after his execution, she wrote to Catherine, wife of her brother Jerome, that “this uncertainty is becoming unbearable.” Her older sister Elisa learned that Murat had ended up being apprehended in Calabria. Both sisters expressed the hope that he would be allowed to continue his journey from there to Trieste, but Caroline remained riddled with anxiety. “Oh, my dear Elisa,” she wrote, “loss of fortune seems nothing beside the agonies which oppress me and I would be happier completely destitute if I could thereby spare my husband and myself the cruel sufferings… until the hour when he can arrive and I can know him safe.”

The same day that Caroline wrote the letter above—November 2—news of her husband’s execution was printed in the Wiener Zeitung, the newspaper she had taken to reading daily since arriving in Trieste. Her servants endeavored to hide the paper, substituting another in its place; but she insisted on receiving it. It was yielded to her with reluctance. Catherine Davies, an Englishwoman who had served the Murats since 1804, describes the ensuing scene: “Upon reading the account of her husband’s melancholy death, she was attacked with violent fits which lasted until morning. The dear children were asleep, and knew nothing of their mother’s grief, nor of their own loss, till the following day, when seeing every one looking sad around them, Prince Lucien said to my late English companion, ‘Mimie, what is the matter, that you all wear such sorrowful faces: is papa dead?’ She replied she feared he was. At this moment, they all wept bitterly, for they were tenderly attached to their father, and he equally to them.”

While the Bourbon courts in France and Naples rejoiced at the news of Murat’s death, there were many who responded with horror, grief, and anger. General Guglielmo Pépé, who had come to love and admire Murat even in spite of his political differences with his former king, fell into this latter camp. “The tragical death of Joachim,” he writes, “plunged me into the deepest grief, which I only mastered after a long lapse of time: the whole country was horror-stricken by this sad event. Even to this day, when the inhabitants of Pizzo have occasion to travel the kingdom, they carefully conceal the place of their nativity, so great is the stigma it casts upon them.” Lord Byron, who had, years earlier, written a poem about Murat, likewise lamented the legendary cavalier’s sad fate. “Poor, dear Murat, what an end! …. His white plume used to be a rallying point in battle, like Henry IV’s. He refused a confessor and a bandage; so would neither suffer his soul or body to be bandaged.”

Napoleon, arriving on Saint Helena two days after the execution of his brother-in-law, did not receive news of it until months later. Writes Barry O’Meara, who briefly served as Napoleon’s physician on the island, “Some short time after his arrival at Longwood, I communicated to the Emperor the news of Murat’s death. He heard it with calmness, and immediately inquired if he had perished on the field of battle? At first I hesitated to tell him that his brother-in-law had been executed by military law. On his repeating the question, I informed him of the manner in which Murat had been put to death, to which he listened without any change of countenance.” This sangfroid was typical of Napoleon, who disdained outward displays of emotions (except for anger) in front of his subordinates. But his valet, Marchand, who had been with Napoleon longer and knew how to read him better, remarks in his memoirs that “This news had saddened him, and I heard him talking to Dr. O’Meara, which renewed this pain as he spoke. He said nothing of the King of Naples’ wrongs toward him, adding that to go down to Calabria with fifty men was the action of a madman, but those who had ordered his death were monsters.” General Gourgaud, in his diary, describes Napoleon, later in the evening after learning of Murat’s death, as “sad, preoccupied, plays mechanically with some coins during the reading. He suffers, we see it clearly.” Murat would remain a recurring subject of the Emperor’s conversation during his time on Saint Helena. His reflections on his brother-in-law were as conflicted as his feelings towards him had been throughout their relationship, ranging from fond reminiscences of Murat’s battlefield gallantry, to bitterness over his defection in 1814, to ridicule of his outlandish attire and poor judgment. He never ceased to regret Murat’s absence at Waterloo.

It is impossible to know for certain what Murat’s true intentions were as he began taking the road towards Monteleone prior to his arrest in Pizzo. He was indecisive by nature, but also stubborn. As appalling of a prospect as he found the idea of a life in exile in Austria, his desire to be reunited with his family was genuine; his children were never far from his mind. Yet equally abhorrent to him was the idea of living the rest of his life in a state of dishonor, having relinquished, without a fight, a throne he had never abdicated. The accounts of Galvani and Franceschetti both make it clear that his mind changed throughout the journey between Corsica and Calabria, his natural optimism and faith in himself repeatedly overriding the reality of the hopelessness of his original enterprise. Perhaps he truly had resolved to go on to Trieste by the time his party encountered Trentacapilli; if so, this only renders the outcome all the more tragic.

Some historians have theorized that his voyage to Pizzo was a deliberate act of suicide. This ignores not only his repeated insistences that he intended to join his family in Trieste, but also the resistance and attempt to avoid capture he made prior to his apprehension. If Murat was seeking death, he was not seeking it in the manner of a common criminal. He had been a soldier for his entire adult life, and would have preferred to die like one. Upon his return to Naples from his final defeat at Tolentino, where, like Ney at Waterloo, he appears to have been attempting to get himself killed, Murat dolefully remarked to Caroline that he had been unable to meet death.

“Thus,” writes his former aide-de-camp Macirone, “fortune was again adverse to courage, and the blood of a hero was permitted to be lawlessly, uselessly, and inhumanly shed, by a sovereign who had never been wronged by his victim. His death was ignominious only to his enemies. Those who had been his subjects will revere his memory. France may reproach it for the evils to which he unintentionally contributed… but when the book of truth shall be unfolded, it will appear that the errors of Murat were not errors of the heart.” It is as fitting an epitaph as that of Murat’s childhood friend Agar, the Count of Mosbourg, who devoted to him a monument listing his military exploits and achievements, closing with the declaration: “He knew how to conquer, he knew how to reign, he knew how to die.”

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Sources:

-Atteridge, A. Hilliard. Joachim Murat: Marshal of France and King of Naples, 1911

-Bear, Joan. Caroline Murat, 1972

-Cole, Hubert. The Betrayers, 1972

-Colletta, Pietro, General. Histoire des six derniers mois de la vie de Joachim Murat, 1821

-Davies, Catherine. Eleven Years’ Residence in the Family of Murat, King of Naples, 1841

-Franceschetti, Dominique-César, General. Mémoires sur les événemens qui ont précédé la mort de Joachim Ier, Roi des Deux-Siciles, 1826

-Galvani, Mathieu. Mémoires sur les événemens qui ont précédé la mort de Joachim-Napoléon, Roi de Deux-Siciles, 1843

-Gourgaud, Gaspard, General. Sainte-Hélène - Journal Inedit de 1815 à 1818 en 2 volumes

-Macirone, Francis. Interesting Facts Relating to the Fall and Death of Joachim Murat, 1817

-Marchand, Louis-Joseph. In Napoleon's Shadow: The Memoirs of Louis-Joseph Marchand, Valet and Friend of the Emperor 1811–1821, 2018

-O’Meara, Barry Edward. Napoleon in exile, or, A voice from St. Helena, Vol 1, 1827

-Pépé, Guglielmo. Memoirs of General Pépé, Vol 2, 1846.

#the last days of Murat #Joachim Murat #Napoleon #Napoleon Bonaparte #Caroline Murat #Caroline Bonaparte #Lord Byron #history #19th century #1815 #today in history

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josefavomjaaga · 4 years ago

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Eugène on Murat (end of 1814)

There aren't many direct quotes by Eugène on Murat after the fall of the empire, despite the fact he seems to have talked about him a lot. This is from a book I'll have to get at some point, for all the fun stuff in it. A. Fournier, "Die Geheimpolizei auf dem Wiener Kongress". The police report from November 3, 1814 mentions the Princesse Bagration (a favourite of Alexander at the time) who also seems to have gossiped to the police spies:

The said princess told me that Beauharnais had spoken to her about Murat, and that he had assured her that he held in his hand sufficient evidence to prove to our court that this rascal was deceiving it, that he had letters from him on this subject, but that he did not want to show them because it was not appropriate for him to push his revenge to this point. "Everyone knows that we are not well together, and it is more honorable for me not to meddle in this matter than to make open war on him, which would surely result in his ruin.

One might argue that by even mentioning this, he was already acting against Murat... Besides, they did not need his proof anymore, as at least Austrian diplomates had been perfectly aware of what was going on behind their backs, and for the rest the new French government and particularly Talleyrand were more than happy to dig in their archives and to even falsify documents, if necessary.

In any case, this was not over for him either. What Eugène clearly could not fathom (and apparently neither Murat) was that who had done what and who had been the honourable one in this affair did not matter to anyone besides them. The Euorpean governments simply tried to come to a compromise that was most advantageous for them, and for Austria and even for Great Britain there were indeed advantages in keeping Murat on the throne of Naples. You do not want to have the Bourbons in too strong a position either.

#joachim murat #eugène de beauharnais #congress of vienna #naples

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justjensenanddean · 5 years ago

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Jensen Ackles | NJCon 2019

He’s going to tell the story twice today - says last weekend he and friends went to music festival in Louisville. And also known for bourbon. Says distillery tour at Angel’s Envy. Jensen had a buddy call and ask for a private tour. They said booked and understaffed because of festival. Then the guy lets Jensen’s name slip. And the guys says “from Supernatural?” Then asks when want to come by and manager says will take care of it himself. Jensen and friends show up and David - the manager - says he and his wife are big friends and their dog is named Jensen. Not Dean? And wiener dog named Misha. [x] [x] [x] [x]

.@JensenAckles at the bourbon place - there were no tours until the manager was like wait, from #Supernatural? I’ll do it myself! #SPNNJ [x]

Question about if they had a gag reel of their lives what scene would they not want on it. Jensen says if there was a camera when his kids are around, “oh my gosh. it’s slightly controlled chaos.” #SPNNJ #NJCON [x] [x]

She is asking about Jensen “supposedly” playing soccer. Do you know how to play soccer? Yes - but nobody went over the rule book for the game, Jensen says. Jensen said he heard several people refer to it as football so game on. He says no one wants to watch actors try to play real soccer. They want to be entertained by entertainers. It was a pickup game of soccer with non-athletes. Jensen said he wanted to spice things up a bit - pick up the ball and go grid-iron. “No you don’t have to take it seriously. What are they going to do give me a red card? I got three that day.” Jensen. At one point Jensen had his whole team slowly walk on the field. Jensen said the goal was to provide entertainment and that’s why he acted like an idiot. [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

He says season 1 was so well crafted and it the foundation they have built on. #SPNNJ #NJCON [x]

#Jensen Ackles #NJCon19 #Convention #Legends & Stars charity soccer match #*

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abitnotgoodiebag · 5 years ago

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Blur

Title: Blur

Square Filled: I1 - Did they or didn’t they?

Warnings: drunkenness and terrible mental gymnastics

Word Count: 2,881

Summary: Sam thinks he needs an aspirin, better yet, he needs to get up outta here.

Link to AO3

Blur

Sam groans as he swims back into consciousness. Both his brain and his tongue are unpleasantly fuzzy and he wants nothing more than a cool washcloth, a cold glass of water and complete darkness and silence for the next decade. He is too old to be drinking himself into terrible hangovers. He knows the importance of staying hydrated and yet, here he is again, wishing for death to claim him. Sam can certainly say that he has never been the best at making good decisions.

As Sam debates the pros and cons of moving from his comfortable cocoon, he becomes aware of the sounds of soft snores uncomfortably close to him. He feels the body heat of someone else underneath the sheets of his (is it his?) bed. He also realizes very suddenly that he doesn’t have a single stitch of clothing on.

Shit.

Sam tries to think of who could possibly be behind him snuffling softly in slumber. The fact that he’s naked probably means that they are too and Sam could slap himself for the second time in as many minutes. The pounding in his head doesn’t help at all with his mood and Sam may have finally found the reason to quit drinking altogether. Waking up with strangers in bed is definitely something that is part of his twenties, not to be done when he’s staring at the front steps of forty.

Sam curses the fact that he is the first one to wake up and debates whether or not moving will wake his bedmate. His memories of the night before are patchy at best and the more he tries to piece together his time at the hotel, the more alarmed he becomes.

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It was the one year anniversary of the battle against Thanos and Sam would rather have been anywhere else. The country was not as accepting of Sam as they had been of Steve. Sam didn’t want to think too closely about why exactly that was (because it was way too easy to get angry and what would that solve?), but there were days that he just wished his detractors would say what they really meant, and not use their carefully-coded acrimonious checklists on why Sam would never be Steven Grant Rogers. Every single decision Sam made was examined under a microscope in the media. /r/notmycap can’t go a week without some viral thread castigating him and slightly less often, Bucky (It’s always the ‘Winter Soldier’ or ‘The Asset’ though, they seem determined to remind the world that Bucky had a violent and unsavoury past).

If the bad press wasn’t enough, the list of full time Avengers was embarrassingly short. The Defenders did their own thing, as did Reed’s little group. It almost wasn’t worth anyone’s time trying to talk to Charles Xavier unless the subject was mutant rights (not that there was a problem with that, Sam definitely knew how stupid people could be around anything they perceived as 'different'). No one wanted to work with the reformed psychopathic (his words, Sam wasn’t convinced) mercenary, well, Peter was trying to tell everyone that he wasn’t so bad but Sam wasn’t touching that with a ten foot pole. Sam, Bucky, Rhodes, and Wanda were all that was left of the Avengers Initiative. Sure they had emergency and consulting members, but the fact was, Sam was barely captain of anyone.

Sam’s cheerless thoughts had him spending his time at the bar, after quickly making the initial rounds to greet everyone. He had to admit, Pepper knew how to throw a party. While there weren’t a lot of full-time Avengers, Thanos had united the entire world against him, and so the rented ballroom (in the most fashionable of hotels) was full-to-bursting. He scanned his eyes across the room taking in the small groups that didn’t quite mesh together. Thor and his new traveling companions, the Guardians of the Galaxy stood in a loose circle laughing entirely too loudly. Thor finally found a group who also lacked inside voices, Sam was happy for him. He looked better than he did that day. That too-long day that Sam went to battle in the fields Wakanda and ended the fight on the remains of their battered home in New York five years and mere seconds later.

Sam was glad he wasn’t around to see Thor's slow slide into misery. He had heard Steve (over the phone, Sam still can't quite look at his wrinkled face) tell him the stories of Thor’s grief at losing his father, brother, best friend, and planet within a week only to lose half of existence the very next day. Sam couldn’t imagine that pain.

Sam dealt with a different sort of grief. He had missed five years. Five years of his mother's life, five years of his niece’s life. Unfortunately so had her mother, his sister. Sam would never understand how his mother dealt with losing both of her children for five years, believing them gone for good. His house and belongings were all long gone, leaving him and Bucky to scramble to find an apartment together in the aftermath on the ‘Unsnappening’ (fucking twitter called it that and unfortunately it seemed to be stuck). He refused to put any more stress on his mom by moving back in when Kayla had to get used to her mother being back. Besides, it was just easier to live with Barnes. He didn’t have any memories of those five years, as far as he could tell no one did, but he couldn’t help but feel it in his bones that he had spent the time with Bucky.

Shaking his head to dispel that line of thought, Sam looked for his best friend. They had arrived together, as usual, but Bucky was quickly called over by Yo-Yo and Shaw, both of them eager to hang out with the soldier (he’d taken to being a SHIELD operative surprisingly well, all things considered, he even had work friends, Sam was proud of him).

Turning back to the bartender, Sam ordered an old fashioned. He had recently discovered that between the two of them somehow Sam was the hipster, even though Bucky had refused to give up his ridiculous (fucking beautiful, if Sam was being honest) man bun. Sam refused to listen to modern music (unless it was Beyonce, but really, it’s Beyonce it goes without saying) and read his paper at the table instead of staring at his phone all the time. Sam couldn’t help it, he was an old soul and he had endured Bucky’s teasing goodnaturedly. He absolutely drew the line at handlebar moustaches and penny-farthings though.

“Birdman number two!” Clint said in what he probably thought was an acceptable volume, clapping Sam on the back.

Sam startled and grinned as he saw his fellow bird-themed hero. “Barton! How is life treating you?”

“Can’t complain.” He said with a cheeky smile as he leaned toward Sam and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “If I do, Laura will give me the old boot. But I’d deserve it because she is the world’s greatest wife.”

“Damn right I am.” Said Laura as she appeared next to her husband.

Sam sipped his drink and watched them bicker gently. He loved that in a couple. Sure the schmoopy ones were cute and all, but life is always better with laughter and it was clear the Barton’s were full of laughter. They excused themselves after two rounds, Laura saying that she was tired and Sam was once again left to his thoughts.

Before he could sink into them too deeply, his eyes landed on Bucky standing next to a scowling Valkyrie and taking a swig out of Thor’s comically enormous flask (Just because he was doing better didn’t mean that he wasn’t still struggling). Sam smiled slowly at the blush that spread across Bucky’s face after his second long pull. Seems like Thor brought the good stuff.

Sam, armed with his bourbon and a liquid loss of inhibitions, (after the second old-fashioned, Sam wondered why he was even pretending to do anything other than get hammered and stopped bothering with anything more complicated) pushed away from the bar and headed in Bucky’s direction.

“Hey there my good people.” Sam smiled lightly as he reached Bucky, Thor, and Valkyrie. “Is this the 5000 proof section?”

Bucky rolled his eyes fondly after his last pull and passed the flask to Val, Thor letting out a brief sad noise in his throat, knowing he wasn’t going to get another swig any time soon. “Sure is, pigeon. This is the cool kids table and you can’t sit with us!”

“Ten points to Hufflepuff for correct use of Gretchen Wieners.” Sam said as Bucky looked confused. Belatedly, Sam realized that they hadn’t gotten to the Harry Potter series yet, Bucky picking both Star Wars and Star Trek (every single iteration, Bucky was obsessed) instead.

“Friend Falcon-Captain! It feels good to have a night of revelry with all of my shield-broth-” Thor stopped, his smile faltering slightly. “My shield-mates! Let us toast!”

Sam tossed back the last few drops of his bourbon while Thor waited for Valkyrie to pass him the flask. Bucky just snorted at Thor’s naivete and headed towards the bar to grab a less alien drink. He reappeared a minute later with three glasses and handed two to Sam and Thor respectively. They clinked their glasses and drained half of their short tumblers as Valkyrie finally drained the flask.

Bucky and Valkyrie let out loud (and surprisingly deep) twin belches sending Thor and Sam into a fit of giggles. Bucky joined in their laughter while Val just rolled her eyes and walked off in the direction of the bar, no doubt in search of a bottle or two to occupy her hands.

“What’s so funny?” Shaw asked, coming up behind Sam and throwing his arm around Sam’s shoulder and resting his chin on the other one. Yo-Yo circled around to bump robotic shoulders with Bucky causing Sam an immediate sharp flare of jealousy in his gut. Yo-Yo and Bucky shared too many similarities for Sam to not see her as a potential threat for Bucky’s time and affection.

“Bucky was just showing us how to play the tummy pipes.” Sam said, his words slightly slurred. His laughter stopped abruptly.

Sam’s smile fell away and Bucky noticed immediately. He glanced briefly to Shaw draped over Sam before he was somber as well, leaving Thor confused as to what exactly was happening.

“Oh-kaaaay.” Shaw drawled as he picked his head off of Sam’s shoulder, leaving his arm curled around Sam's neck. Sam was confused, Shaw was Bucky’s friend, they’d met maybe 4 times total, but if Sam were to guess, he’d bet he was less intimidating to use as a prop than the once-king of Asgard or a super soldier.

Yo-Yo raised an eyebrow. “It seems like we need to catch up with you guys. I could smell you from a foot away.”

Shaw hummed in agreement even though he was clearly ahead of Yo-Yo too if his inability to stand up straight was any indication. “Valkyrie went off for more, but I fear that she does not intend to share anything she finds.” Thor said, sounding vaguely disappointed. “So I must go and fetch us another round!” He looked very proud of himself for thinking of that as he turned and strode away.

“He is amazing.” Shaw sighed, “What’s his deal anyway? Why doesn’t he stay here full-time?”

Bucky glared at Shaw and Sam watched on in confusion. So now it’s not just Yo-Yo he has to worry about, now Bucky has a thing for Thor? Sam (not for the first time) thinks sadly, that he’s just a man. He’s no Inhuman, he has no enhancements, he’s from plain old Harlem, not some mythical planet, and he can’t call lightning with a thought. He’s just Sam and maybe all he would do is slow Bucky down. So zoned out, Sam jerked when Shaw and Bucky laughed, making the room wobble unpleasantly. His obvious distraction just caused them to laugh harder while Yo-Yo’s lips curled into a small smile.

Sam, who realized he was the butt of some joke, flipped them off, making Shaw start all over again, finally taking his arm off Sam’s shoulder to cradle his midsection as he bent forward, cackling madly.

Thor returned with a tray full of shot glasses. “Let us drink!”

“Damn big guy, you do not mess around, do you?” Shaw sounded awestruck as he straightened up and Sam was not at all bitter about everyone’s obsessions with Thor.

Yo-Yo and Bucky grabbed two apiece, taking them in rapid succession just a hint of redness on their cheeks indicating that they were drinking anything other than water.

Shaw grabbed two shots, holding one out to Sam smiling wide, “Us normies gotta stick to our singles. I can’t believe we’re more meat and no tech and still manage to be the lightweights.”

Sam laughed at Shaw’s dig, even as he seethed inside at Bucky leaning down to murmur something to Yo-Yo, eyes on Sam the whole time. Thor ignored all of them in favor of knocking two shots back one-handed, looking disappointed at their flavor.

Sam, now unable to remember exactly how much he had already had, felt that being upright was overrated and sat down, hard. Bucky glanced at him in concern, opening his mouth to ask if Sam was alright, but Sam glared back insolently and Bucky’s jaw snapped shut and he turned back to Yo-Yo who had been watching them in amusement.

Shaw grabbed two of the last four shots and again passed one down to Sam, shrugging. “To bad choices!”

Sam quickly echoed the toast and gulped the offered drink before clumsily getting off the floor, not finding it comfortable craning his neck up at everyone. Yo-Yo ambled away, tray in hand, clearly off to refill it. Sam saw Bucky moving out of his peripheral vision, but by the time he turned his head to get a proper look, Bucky was nowhere to be seen.

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Sam squeezes his eyes shut as he realizes that the last person he can remember talking to was that irksome weirdo, Deke Shaw. Bucky had left him at the party alone with Shaw, clearly chasing after Yo-Yo. Sam is gripped by a combination of self-loathing and envy that almost chokes the air from him. He will never forgive himself if he has tumbled into bed with that asshole. This whole situation is entirely backwards. He’s pining after a grumpy, nerdy, absolutely gorgeous white boy from the past, not a strange, trouble-magnet from god-knows-when in the weird-ass future.

Sam knows who he wishes it was behind him. Every day he tries his hardest to be the best friend (who is he kidding, he’s doing a great boyfriend audition and has been for months) to Bucky. After living together for almost a year, they have a certain bond, but not quite the type Sam wants. He thinks Bucky wants it too, most of the time, but Sam knows better than to try and rush something before its’ time. Sam’s father always told him that anything worth having was worth waiting for if necessary and James Barnes was definitely worth having.

The person behind him snores loudly once, before Sam feels a hand reach around his middle, drawing him back into a firm torso. Sam freezes immediately, afraid to look down and finally solve the mystery. The body he's trapped against is mostly warm. Mostly, because Sam can definitely feel the not-quite-cool smoothness of what Sam will bet everything he owns is vibranium against his shoulder blade.

Sam relaxes and very slowly, smiles. All of the hatred at himself for possibly ending up with anyone else leaves him as almost quickly as it came. He can't wait for Bucky to tell him everything. Or Thor. Or even Yo-Yo, even though Sam will make Bucky do all the talking if that's the route they have to go. Sam is willing to bet he has some interesting message on his phone if he bothered to check it (If it was even still on at this point, who knows how late in the day it is). Knowing that he’s lying here with Bucky surrounding him makes the not remembering much easier. He has no regrets other than not committing every single detail of the previous night to memory to constantly replay over and over and over again.

Satisfied that it is indeed Bucky he’s woken up with (Sam breathes in deep and could slap himself, how did he not smell the traces of his own body wash? Bucky is always stealing it instead of using his boring bar of soap and smelling himself on Bucky drives Sam crazy) makes it easy to let his eyes fall shut and let the hangover pass. His best friend (and maybe, hopefully, probably, finally more) is curled around him keeping out the noise and light of the world and Sam needs to sleep this hangover off. He smiles to himself as he focuses on the soft snores and drifts into a peaceful sleep. Sam knows that everything is going to be just dandy.

#sambucky #sbbingo1 #winterfalcon #k's sambucky playlist #did they or didn't they?#I'm still unclear #fanfic #Sam is way too hard on himself #Bucky and sam are shits #Thor needs all the hugs #I'm only on season 1 of AOS so sorry about yo-yo and deke I have no real frame of reference yet

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jesterjamz · 3 years ago

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ALLSPICE AMARANTH ARTICHOKE ACAI

BANANA BARLEY BASIL BAY LEAVES BOK CHOI CHAI

SEITAN POT PIE MARBLED RYE

BEDHI'D BLACK EYED PEAS BING CHERRIES

CHIOGGIA BEETS (hold the meats) GOOSEBERRIES

CAYENNE CHESTNUT CHIA COCONUT CUSTARD

DAHLIA DATES SAFFRON DIJON MUSTARD

(You're flustered!) DURIAN CURRY KALE KASAVA

CLOVE EGGPLANT FLAX DEMITASSE KAVA

GARLIC KUMQUAT LYCHEE OCA ROOT

JALAPENOS GARBANZOS STARFRUIT SNAKEFRUIT

LAVENDER LIME KARELA KOHLRABI

JUNIPER JAK WAKAME WASABI

PAPAYA PAPALO MARIGOLD MANGO

OREGANO SAKE LEMON LUO HAN GUO

KIWI CATNIP CAROLINA REAPER

EGUSI ICACO (why can't this be cheaper?)

POPPIES ASPARAGUS QUEEN ANNE'S CARROTS

BROCCOLI a GAC and that'll take care of us.

You have more?

Wherefore dost thou obtain s'uch crazy food

thou crazy fuss?

COLLARD GREENS BUTTER BEANS VANILLA

POMEGRANATE PINEAPPLE SARSAPARILLA

RAMBUTAN DRAGONFRUIT TAPIOCA

ATEMOYA AKEBIA ROSE MOCHA

AMANITA MUSCARIA CHIVE POTATOES

WATERCRESS SPROUTS QUINOA TOMATOES

PARSLEY SAGE ROSEMARY wait...

Almost seems like this should be illegal.

(Will these even fit in the vehicle?)

WATERMELON MARIJUANA RHUBARB

TAMARIND TARRAGON TURNIP SWISS CHARD

BLUEBERRY CARAWAY FENNEL CACAO

BOYSENBERRY CUMIN CANTALOUPE (Wow.)

CELERY SESAME YAM ANISE ZENIA

KOLAS GRANOLAS MARCONAS GARDENIAS

LENTIL CABBAGE VITAL WHEAT GLUTEN WIENER

GHOST PEPPER MUENSTER GEWURZTRAMINER

APPLE FIG PEAR PEACH

PINE HAZEL WALNUT BEECH

SPELT MILLET TEFF TARO

SHALLOT GINGER MACA FARRO

YARROW KALENDULA KOMBU CHLORELLA

CILANTRO PECAN CITRON PORTOBELLA

PUMPKIN RADISH ONION RICE

GINKGO OLIVE MAPLE ICE

THYME STRAWBERRY

PAPAYA CATTAIL SHERRY

MULBERRY PLUM MIMOSA

ARGYREIA NERVOSA

CUCUMBERS MAYPOPS SHAMROCKS

What's with the HEMLOCKS?!

BOURBON APRICOTS SOUR

TRUFFLE SAMPHIRE FLOWER

SQUASH ZUCCHINI MACARONI PORCINI VERMICELLI

AVOCADOS PISTACHIOS CINNAMON ROYAL JELLY

PERSIMMONS HEMP HEARTS GREEN GODDESS

CELASTRUS PANICULATUS

KOMBUCHA and ORANGES.

cash only? nevermind.

#long post

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kevindurkiin · 3 years ago

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Tony Tomas

18 Golden Accordeon Hits (1992)

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redswrap · 4 years ago

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Finery

I have a friend who, in the face of recurring cancer, throws a Kentucky Derby party. And she won’t let you in the door unless you’re wearing a hat. And she expects you to bring a dish which you will describe to the other guests as she points to it, making sure the gaze of everyone in the room is centered on, in my case, extraordinary, high end wieners in bourbon sauce. (Don’t laugh. I’ve spent a…

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wineanddinosaur · 4 years ago

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8 Things You Should Know About Deep Eddy Vodka

Soon after its debut in 2010, Deep Eddy Vodka became one of the fastest-growing spirits brands in the U.S., an added achievement considering it came of age around the same time craft cocktail culture exploded. The vodka is fairly basic: It is column-distilled (standard vodka operating procedure), charcoal-filtered (which may be meaningless, more on that later), and available in an adorable rainbow of flavors. But the fairly run-of-the-mill product lineup may be exactly what Deep Eddy has going for it: It’s casual, affable, and approachable, with a very low price point of about $15 to $20 per bottle.

Like another super-chill Texan export we know, the Austin-based vodka brand seems to straddle the divide between craft/indie culture (local-ish ingredients, brand cohesion) and a more relaxed, everyday drinking vibe. Read on for seven more things you should know about the brand behind the bottle.

‘Deep Eddy’ is named after a swimming pool.

“Deep Eddy” sounds like the guy who always has a poetry quote or walks around perpetually prepared to express himself in haiku. That’s not who this vodka is named for. The “Deep Eddy” here refers and pays homage to the oldest swimming pool in Texas, built in 1915 on the outskirts of Austin and adjacent to the banks of the Colorado River (before it was converted into a man made pool, the “eddy” was literally just that, a swirl of cool water from the Colorado River that Texans used to cool off in). Considering that’s almost 100 years of Texans cooling off and relaxing without a ton of clothes on, it seems like a decent name for a vodka.

Its flavors read like a Life Savers pack.

Deep Eddy actually debuted with its Sweet Tea flavor, a vodka infused with Indonesian black tea, no doubt owing in part to co-founder Clayton Christopher’s previous connections to the tea industry via Sweet Leaf Tea Co. (But also because life is hard and you might as well get to the delicious iced tea-flavored stuff ASAP.) Later, Deep Eddy debuted a “regular” vodka, but today the final roster of Deep Eddy products reads adorably (deceptively) wholesome: Ruby Red, Orange, Lemon, Cranberry, Peach, Iced Tea, and Original.

Deep Eddy is corn-based, which might matter.

Deep Eddy is corn-based, like Tito’s, sourcing corn from Indiana farms. Given that the vodka distillation process strips away most everything but the ethanol, the source material for vodka is often a matter of what starch source grows most economically. Considering Deep Eddy is column-distilled 10 times, this really means near-eradication of anything but the ethanol. It’s further charcoal-filtered four times, which theoretically makes it smoother.

Like your Brita water, Deep Eddy is charcoal-filtered.

The reason Jack Daniels is called “Tennessee Whiskey” and not bourbon is because it’s filtered through charcoal in what’s called the Lincoln County Process. (Jack D. seems to be doing fine without the bourbon designation, but we digress.) Charcoal filtering removes impurities, and can affect texture, or mouthfeel, of distillates, which is why Deep Eddy filters theirs through charcoal four times.

It might seem strange to filter the most neutral spirit, but then, if you’ve ever tasted Brita-filtered water and tried the metallic sludge water from your tap again, you’ll realize that some impurities are invisible.

The charcoal part might not matter.

Vodka can be filtered through charcoal, lava rock, sustainable micron paper, or coconut husks. The theory here is that the flavor of vodka, and maybe more realistically its final “mouthfeel” or texture, changes based on what the spirit is filtering through (and how many times). Lest you get entranced by someone selling you $80 vodka that’s been filtered through foraged wedding bouquet flower petals (it could happen), though, know this: Some distillers call this straight-up nonsense, arguing the magic happens in the distilling process, emphasizing source material and distilling style, such as pot or column.

Fortunately for no-nonsense drinkers, Deep Eddy doesn’t go for uber-precious filtration material: Charcoal is run-of-the-mill in a good way, and definitively shown to remove impurities. Just ask your pores.

Deep Eddy debuted at just the right time.

Clayton Christopher, Gary Crowell, and Chad Auler founded Deep Eddy in 2010, which was a big year for meat dresses, yes, but also a year that vodka started making a comeback after being summarily dismissed by the first wave of the craft cocktail movement (imagine a bunch of handsome, sharp-jawed dudes in suspenders shooing you away from their basement Victrola listening party; that must be what vodka felt like). By 2010, though, the vodka market was making a credible comeback, with bartenders finding it a useful “gateway” liquor for the craft cocktail newbies. Deep Eddy got into the game just in time.

It’s not a quaint craft vodka.

Auler, Crowell, and Christopher founded Deep Eddy and stuck with it for five years, but it’s not so much a scrappy craft spirits brand as a strategic business decision. In 2016, the firm sold the brand to Heaven Hill Distillery for $400 million, putting Deep Eddy in the company of bourbon brands like Elijah Craig and Evan Williams. Christopher had previously founded Sweet Leaf Tea Co. and sold that to Nestle and would go on to form a nice little venture capital firm with a former Coca-Cola executive. Crowell went on to work in whiskey, eventually returning to vodka in 2018 with a slightly more boutique take on the stuff, Goodnight Loving Vodka.

Deep Eddy’s vintage van won a niche marketing award.

Some brands — cough, cough, Tito’s — try to earn “craft” cred with claims of authenticity, like being “handmade.” (Even if it was ultimately ruled untrue in Tito’s case, it’s understandably easy to feel good about your drink being made by hand when you see its grinning founder and, well, his hands.)

Deep Eddy seems to live entirely in its chill, summery, swimming-hole vibe, with no real human faces behind the bottle, but lots of brand vitality. In fact, Deep Eddy won “Best Mobile Marketing” (a category that extends beyond the Oscar Mayer wiener truck, it turns out) for the three 1946- and 1947-era vintage Spartan trailers that traveled cross-country to preach the McConaughey-chill-level gospel of Deep Eddy.

The article 8 Things You Should Know About Deep Eddy Vodka appeared first on VinePair.

source https://vinepair.com/articles/deep-eddy-vodka-lemon-grapefruit-guide/

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