#camille 001

[jaceeverett]

WHO: Jason & @camillestrauss

WHERE: Tumbleweed, countryside

WHEN: October, 2023

As of late, Tumbleweed had become his haunting place, the bar he pulled into after a long day of working at the park, or a particularly rough call at the firehouse. it wasn't too far from home, an easy drive from his camper to the wooden, rundown looking building that housed some of the best beer and the occasional evening watching drunken women try to ride the mechanical bull, or observing tough men stumbling their way through a line dance. That particular night, he had just finished a call at the station, battled a small garage fire, and was seated at the bar, smudge of soot under his eye, the faint smell of smoke clinging to him.

And he wasn't alone, which he was made aware of as he heard the bartender heave a sigh, the gruff voice telling the woman across the bar that she was cut-off, that she couldn't have any more. Asking if he could get her a ride home. It took him a little while to place her, to figure out where he knew her from, how he could remember her face... his sister's friend. Camille. Sure, he hadn't seen her in years, but he also wouldn't have forgotten her, would have recognized her even if another twenty years had passed. Clearing his throat, he lifted his hand to wave off the bartender. "I'll... get her home," he offered on a half laugh, turning in his stool to address the woman. "Wouldn't be the first time I hauled you around this town."

[darpow]

WHO: Darrius & @camillestrauss

WHERE: Mack's, downtown Merrock

WHEN: September, 2023

"Burger, well done -- load it up with whatever looks good," Darrius laughed as he slid onto one of the bar stools, his duffel bag next to him on the floor, having just left the gym. ... as usual, to be honest. But he had only had a morning class, so a work-out and late lunch had seemed like a good idea, and given that the restaurant and bar was mostly empty, he didn't feel too bad about taking up space at the bar. But at least he wasn't the only person there, as he noticed someone else enter, and turned to watch the dark haired woman that had just made her way into Mack's, as well, nodding in greeting.

[narilily]

WHO: Nari & @camillestrauss

WHERE: Sea Breeze, coastal area

WHEN: September, 2023

Summer was over, but that didn't mean that Nari had to let go of the season completely. In fact, right then and there, she really wanted a gelato, and so after teaching a pilates class, and pulling a sweatshirt on over her leggings and sports bra, she made her way to Sea Breeze, pulling open the door and smiling at the tingling sound that echoed through the space. And then smiled even brighter when she saw a familiar face across the room. Camille. Most days, Nari figured that the younger woman liked her. But somedays, she knew that her sunshine was blotted out by her clouds, but it didn't stop her from trying. "Hey!" she called out, waving jovially, "you mind company?"

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : @storyofwhoiam ( elizabeth ) - meme starter from a very long time ago muse : camille fairburn (27, pansexual, art teacher) plot : inspired by "are you crying?" where camille says it to elizabeth. i imagine colleagues as they're both teachers and most likely friends? maybe more or could be more. let's see the vibe!

"hey, i brought coffee!" camille said, bustling into elizabeth's classroom with a slight song in her voice. she had an armful of her own belongings, ready to set them down on her own desk after she stopped by her friend's classroom. she set her bag down a moment and picked up the takeaway coffee cup to hand to other before pausing, "are you crying?"

[cavenshh]

For: @ithinkitscami Where: Botanical Gardens

Lia loved going to the gardens, something about the feel of being in nature and being able to entirely cut off when it came to relaxing among the flowers. It really gave her a sense again of where she was in the world and it always smelled so incredible. She had been here so often and she had never seen this area, she had assumed she wandered off the path and ended up in the employees-only area. “Ah, hello? I think I might be a little lost.”

[sybxritiic]

continued from HERE ╱ @cruelangcls

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏 between   her   teeth   to   bite   back   an   affectionate   smile   as   she   grabbed   her   favorite   set   of   teacups   from   the   cabinet.   astrid’s   southern   charm   was   endearing,   but   her   playful   personality   was   downright   adorable.   ❝  getting   my   goat,  ❞   the   scientist   repeated   while   compiling   a   tray   with   everything   they   would   need   to   properly   prepare   the   tea.   ❝  that’s   a   good   one.   i’ll   have   to   remember   it.  ❞  soon   as   the   kettle   sounded   off,   she   placed   it   on   the   center   of   the   tray   &   motioned   for   astrid   to   follow   her   to   the   living   room.   ❝  c’mon,   let’s   sit   somewhere   comfy.  ❞   the   scientist   carried   the   tray   out   to   the   living   room   &   set   it   on   the   coffee   table,   quickly   stepping   over   to   light   the   fireplace   before   claiming   a   spot   on   the   couch.    ❝   i   prefer   honey   with   a   dash   of   cream   in   this   blend,   but   you   can   add   whatever   your   little   heart   desires.  ❞

[maura-cortes]

where: halloween costume shopping.

with: @ithinkitscami

Holding up a pair of angel wings, Maura sighs ever dramatically. "I'll be wearing a trash bag if I don't get inspired soon."

[luckylewis]

"And I think someone should put that on a mug," Lucky jokes, knowing that at the very least, he would have bought one. The fries he had stabbed with his fork were dragged off the prongs with his teeth as Camille almost sent liquid spraying everywhere, his eyes widening slightly.

He's trying to be as delicate as he can about the subject matter -- mostly because the subject who was the matter was taller than him and might step on him if he misspoke to his not-girl -- chewing slowly before being glad that he had swallowed so he wasn't the one almost choking.

"Hah, good one," He concedes, knowing any rumours about whether his and Jared's friendship was strictly just that wasn't aided by their New Years masquerade venture or how they joked. "I'm pretty sure despite how loving and wonderful I am to him, he would leave me for you in a heartbeat. I couldn't even be mad at it if he did."

@ithinkitscami

"You're right." She said and was quick to get her order in when the bartender came back.

He had a point. It was probably the town gossip making it much more dramatic than needed to be even if she had already vanished after her failed engagement. No more vanishing for her. "If I ever vanished, please call 911." It was a request because if she vanished, she either fell on a hike needing medical help or someone had actually hurt her.

"A girl can leave the florist shop, but the florist doesn't leave the girl." She said with a smirk. She found herself giggling at her own comment.

Just as she took a sip of her drink, she almost spit it out at how specific Lucky laid it out for her. "You know..." She let out an awkward laugh. She didn't know if she should even confirm that Jared might be one root she wanted to tend to. "Maybe so, but I wouldn't want to get in the way of the roots you guys are building together." She teased as she had remembered they had gone to the new years ball together. @luckylewis

[iwntmore]

(🩸)      ❝ You   do   not   belong   here. ❞      the   ghostly   apparition   of   the   once   immortal   child   looks   at   the   woman   with   both   interest   and   apprehension.   It's   been   so   long   since   she   talked   to   anyone.      ❝ What   are   you   doing   here? ❞

@inheritedagony sc.

[orteskycam]

task 001.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 . . .

camille was no stranger to luke sinclair’s shitty attempts at flirting. 

they were always standing by eliza when she fell victim to his gaze. the distasteful comments and egotistical assumptions ; camille would always be the first to jump to her best friend’s defence.

he was an inconvenience to them, at the best of times. 

everyone starting to retreat from the roaring fire was far from the best of times. milo had announced their departure with a kiss to camille’s forehead, kody seeming to join. the numbers started to dwindle – and perhaps if camille had been paying enough attention to notice how dangerously close to came to alone time with luke sinclair, maybe finding her own moment to sneak away would have been higher priority. 

it’s not like they were supervising the way he was acting around eliza. when they thought about it, they couldn’t remember when the other girl had gone to bed. at least, that’s where one would assume. 

the lack of observation only really hit when luke was moving to sit next to camille. fuck. considering she didn’t care enough about seeming polite, there was no subtlety in the way she tried to get up. 

“ c’mon cam… stay. hang out a little. ” the tone of luke’s voice should have been enough to raise a red flag of something being different. 

“ i don’t want to. ”

they both knew camille wasn’t joking, but the way luke chuckled almost brought that into question. his hand found theirs, coaxing them back down to sit. she was as stubborn as they came, yet she settled back down at his command. 

technically, they could’ve left at any moment. the only thing binding them to their spot was luke’s magnetic force. camille always considered herself to be stronger – perhaps she wasn’t trying to fight. all because of a little seed planted in her mind. 

“ milo’s been acting weird as fuck, right ? ” 

the tone casual, as if he didn’t know the spiral it would start. except it was luke, so he definitely did. it was a thread camille couldn’t help but pull on. morbid curiosity. the inability to believe things could actually be good without some kind of catch. luke seemed to be giving it to them on a silver platter. 

camille didn’t believe it. no way she could. that was their milo. they weren’t without their ups and downs, but the idea of betrayal ? something being done behind camille’s back ? that was unbelievable. milo would always show their cards. no matter how many times she repeated that sentiment to themselves, some doubt must have crossed their features. 

considering the way luke moved in closer. his hand sneaking up her thigh startled camille from any reflection she had been doing. the way his tone had flipped from accusatory to comforting had been missed. 

the way his hands raised in surrender after they had slapped him away, however, was an image burned into her memory. 

luke sinclair got nothing more than an eye roll and scoff from camille before they left him where he sat. seeking out milo, who had already fallen asleep. as they did every night, they slipped into his bedding. claiming the place of little spoon as their bodies effortlessly fit together. 

despite the fact everything was the same – luke’s word’s haunted camille’s mind. even when they pulled her closer in his sleep. or when they woke with a kiss at her temple just as they had when leaving the night before. 

hands on their body felt like going through the motions, no matter how hard camille tried to force themselves into the moment. they made their shitty attempt at breakfast with the resources available to them, and camille forced a smile whenever she caught her lover’s gaze. 

guilt crept into their bones. perhaps that was the driving force behind the arms settling around milo’s waist. the way they stiffened under the reciprocation was enough to make camille retreat. it was as if the tension was contagious, seeping in to poison his thoughts too. 

the way milo turned around to reach out for her again would betray that theory, but camille could do nothing but push him away. physically, emotionally. gaze cast to the floor as she treated, scared of seeing their own hurt reflected in milo’s eyes. 

beyond the treeline became camille’s escape. a moment of solitude away from everything. luke and his stupid words, milo and their startled deer gaze when camille had push hands away from her. 

the cigarette between her lips would’ve disappointed smokey the bear – but that didn’t stop the white lighter from casting a glow of warmth against pale skin. 

the fickle idea of peace was stolen from them when a twig snapped under the weight of an intruder. without glancing over their shoulder, it could’ve been a literal animal, rather than one of the ones she’d been sharing a campsite with. that didn’t spare it from the wrath storming around their head. 

“ can you fuck off ? ”

of course, the universe was never one to favour camille. instead of looking stupid for cussing at a deer – which was, somehow, the good outcome – they were met with the cocky chuckle of none other than luke sinclair. 

a glare was shot over her shoulder, a warning to turn back now. each step closer was a direct challenge. whether it was a surrender or a reach for dominance, cam didn’t know. but it was their voice that cut through the silence. 

“ what ? are you fucking stalking me ? ”

evidence was stacked up against him. even though camille was of the strong opinion that luke was a stupid boy, nothing seemed to be a coincidence when it came to him. “ we weren’t done with our conversation last night. ” words light, as if it hadn’t ended with camille slapping his hand and storming off. 

oh, to have the ego of a frat boy. 

“ yeah, we were done. ”

“ what’d they do last night ? ” his face didn’t even try to hide the amusement he found in the situation. “ because you were hanging out with me and then givin’ the cold shoulder all morning. ”

“ you fucking freak, you’re spying on me. ” there were not many people lurking around their camp site. anyone else bringing the concern forward could have been justified. the grudge against luke was held too close to their chest to allow for any grace. 

no matter how long they threw verbal punches, luke’s expression never faltered. a mannequin in some haunted parlour with his plastic smile. responding to the words camille said, but showed no recognition of what those words held. 

perhaps every word really was planned ahead. the confidence he gave off wasn’t an illusion – but camille, even in their defiance, played the script exactly how we wanted it. 

his words carried on, laying out everything they had observed from milo. truth be damned – luke sinclair had a story to tell. one with ulterior motives, of course. he was not a concerned friend. he did not care about sneaking behind camille’s back until it turned out to be something he could profit from. 

camille found her footing as she rose from where they had been sitting, cigarette crushed under her shoe – much like they wished could be done to the boy droning on in front of her. a moment of stillness follows, eyes studying for what she planned to do. a repeat of the night before ? leaving him alone in the woods ? 

no. they step forward, but it’s not to leave. it’s closing the small distance between them. reaching out to touch him. 

luke’s shirt bunched in her fist, drawing him in closer. the smirk on his lips proved the thought going through his head. he had won. camille’s lips inches away, a shared breath – but she had never been the type to accept defeat.

not a kiss, but a warning. 

“ i swear to god, if you don’t shut the fuck up . . . ” each word undermined by laughter. he found it funny. of course he did. though he couldn’t get his hands under camille’s shirt, it was obvious his words had burrowed themselves under her skin. 

perhaps it would have been an achievement if their skin was half as thick as they pretended. 

they were tough. they had to be considering the life they had lived, but above all, camille was sensitive. fragile like a bomb. the digital click of each second counting down was almost audible in the way they snapped. “ shut the fuck up, ” repeated, as if this would be the time it stuck. “ and leave me the fuck alone. liza, too. ” 

no matter what situation he would find himself in, luke would always find a way to be cocky. it was in his eyes, his grin. in his posture refusing to cower even in camille’s grip. “ and why would i do that ? ” it was in the smug tone of voice that taunted camille. 

you will not win. 

camille was not a winner. they would give blood, sweat, and tears ; lucky to even runner up in a competition of two. the only time camille had ever come out on top was when the ortesky’s buried their mother instead of her. once there was no one left to compete against. 

“ cause i’ll end you. ” they didn’t let his shirt go, but rather pushed him away. as if he had been the one to threaten her life. perhaps he had called out something to get the last say from where they left him on the ground, but camille couldn’t hear a thing. ears full of white noise, seeing nothing but red. 

coming back to camp, even if it was the same shit hole she had fled for some peace before, was a relief. the lack of footsteps trailing behind her seemed to remove all evidence of the blow up with luke ever happening. 

they didn’t walk back together. 

there would be no hushed conversations of speculation. no justifying things to eliza. the idea of repeating back horrible things he had said. a possibility of her agreeing with the accusations against milo ? likely, her ego would prevent that, but it wasn’t a risk they could take. 

slipping under the radar, stealing milo away for a skinny dipping rendezvous. anything to silence the noise, bridge the gap of that morning. likely no more than a temporary fix. of course, camille knew that. temporary was better than nothing. better than the invisible smoke that threatened to suffocate. 

when it was just the two of them, she could pretend things were fixed. swimming after each other, splashing around, lips against the curve of her neck. a smile mending a fracture milo might not have even been aware of. despite not being handed an instruction manual, he seemed to know every step to take. 

until the sun had settled itself behind the mountains and they could no longer pretend they were timeless. there was a campfire with their names on it. of fucking course there was. 

her clothes pulled back on, clinging to still wet skin while listening to milo rattling off excuses they could give for not showing up. laughter clear in their tone until camille finally spoke. “ i think it’s a little late to use that one. ”

but the teasing seemed to come with revelation that they didn’t actually know what the time was. beyond the setting sun. milo’s phone just happened to be the closest. as soon as their hand had closed around the device, milo’s hand mimicked on their wrist. far from tight, but shock and confusion immediately loosened their grip. the phone landing back on the ground with a thud. luckily, it wasn’t too far of a fall. 

as camille yanked their hand back, and to their surprise, milo’s attention was fixed on snatching the phone back up. held tightly in their grip. every word luke had tried to etch into her skull – every word she thought she had done so well to not absorb, seemed to be flashing before her. 

“ what the actual FUCK, milo ? ” she snapped, obviously not letting the freak moment they had before pass. salt rubbed into the fresh wound when he simply answered with the time. phone against their chest as if it would keep his heart beating. 

luke seemed to have all the details of milo’s sneaking readily available, and camille couldn’t imagine them reacting that same way towards luke. the natural conclusion would be that he was told. not a game of chinese whispers, but bro talk with milo. 

and you didn’t talk about that without talking about the why. perhaps it was trauma pushing itself to the forefront of her mind, but they seemed convinced on one ‘logical explanation’. 

“ are you – ? ” it started as a question, but the flicker of something camille assumed to be guilt in milo’s eyes quickly changed that. as if they could confess to something that hadn’t even been asked. 

“ you’re fucking cheating on me. ”

“ no, it’s not that. ” it was quick, almost readily prepared. anything could be a warning sign when they’re all you’re looking for. while many used rose tinted glasses to wave away red flags, camille created them. 

white flag raised in surrender washed in blood. 

“ it’s – don’t worry about it. ” milo’s anxiety was infectious, feeding camille’s insecurities. her mother had shown disloyalty before. it was all she knew for the longest time, but she knew she didn’t want that for herself. 

and she really thought she had ended up with different. something messy and flawed, but devoted. he had thrown it away with one stupid mistake. one? multiple? camille didn’t want to know. 

there was nothing more than a ‘go fuck yourself’ thrown in milo’s directions before leaving them there naked and alone. 

gaze still avoided when they were at the bonfire they had been trying to get out of just before everything exploded. eliza being the only reason camille showed their face at all. 

something that wasn’t ideal until reeve’s fist made contact with luke. something that camille honestly wished they had gotten to first. entertained, envious – there was no attempt to hide her reaction amidst the chaos. 

it was a temporary distraction from everything else. 

and, fuck, if camille wasn’t grateful luke had decided to lick his wounds somewhere other than the cabin she would know to find him at – because she couldn’t deny herself what could’ve happened when the boredom crept in. 

they were mad at milo, and their own wounds that needed tending to. it could be ignored when everyone had been cheering and yelling around the blazing flames. the stillness of the cabin, however, seemed to amplify. 

so they laid with their head on eliza’s lap, manicured nails running through hair as camille nodded along to whatever story or criticism of milo finally being freed with their break up. the kind of moment that would be swept under the rug when they got back together. something camille swore would never happen again. 

[unreal-unearthing]

001: The Originals 👀

Thanks sm for asking!

Favorite character: Hard to choose because i love so many of them. I feel like every time I watch it I end up with a new favorite. The first time I watched the show I was an Elijah girlie (all that class and poise and honor with brutality and violence rippling just below the surface is so compelling). But overall I think I'd have to go with Marcel, I just find him as a character so fascinating and tragic. He's introduced as a character whose life on the plantation contrasts with the life of opulence the Mikaelsons are living in New Orleans. He's brought out of slavery by them and given everything - money, education, power, influence, status, the finer things in life - but it's ALWAYS contingent on him keeping them happy and doing what they want. Every attempt he makes to free himself ends up backfiring. And despite this he always finds a way to make it work. They leave him to die when they flee New Orleans and he still manages to build a kingdom that even Klaus is envious of when he returns. I also think the way he's caught between being too New Orleans to really be a Mikaelson but also too much a Mikaelson for New Orleans is really interesting.

Least Favorite character: Hmmmm.... it may be the obvious answer to say Mikael, since he is just so hateable. (also don't hate me but I did find Klaus kind of annoying after a while)

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I actually didn't have much shippy feelings about this show (I also just don't have much shippy feelings in general) - i much prefer familial or platonic dynamics so i'm going to answer that way, with some of my favorite relationships and dynamics but not necessarily romantic or sexual. 1) I was a SUCKER for HayleyxElijah from the very beginning, probably the only romantic ship I really cared about while watching 2) Aya x Elijah in like... a super fucked up way. The centuries of history, resentment, and sexual tension....... The next three are all platonic/familial relationships I love: 3) Camille and Vincent had a really interesting dynamic (also I just think Vincent is severely underrated) 4) Marcel and Davina's father-daughter thing was really sweet and compelling and 5) Klaus and Elijah's relationship was the heart of the show.

Character I find most attractive: They are all so attractive lol. But probably Elijah. Maybe Aya as well.

Character I would marry: Vincent! He is so husband-coded. He's truly one of the most underrated characters on the show.

Character I would be best friends with: Honestly I think it would be fun to be a third in Davina and Josh's friendship. I think they're having more fun than the other characters. (And I love how Davina is so small but so full of rage and we have a lot of shared interests re:music). Or Hayley because I think she needs more female friends lol.

A random thought: We should've had more Aya.

An unpopular opinion: I think it would've been a better ending if all the Mikaelsons had died in the finale. For so many seasons the theme was that despite how long they'd cheated death, all things must eventually die. I think it would have been thematically better - and i LOVE a good and well-written tragedy. I have a longer post about this in my drafts.

My canon OTP: Haylijah

Non-canon OTP: Hayley x Rebekah (listen... this show would've been better with more femslash)

Most badass character: hmmmmm... They kinda all are, but i'm tempted to say Hayley (especially after she becomes a hybrid) or Elijah (there's something about the way he can do that kind of damage and then still look pretty put together that I find VERY badass).

Pairing I am not a fan of: I really did not like marbekah, despite really loving both Marcel and Rebekah. I just didn't like it - I think loving Rebekah is inseparable from Marcel's desire to be part of the Mikaelson family and she's basically his aunt .

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): So so so so many (specifically characters of color Julie Plec you will pay for your crimes) but I think Vincent is one of the better examples of this. I think he deserved a better ending than he got. Also Hayley because in the last season she became basically JUST hope's mom and didn't really have anything else going on.

Favourite friendship: Hmmmm... I think Cami had really great friendships with everyone that I enjoyed a lot (Vincent, Hayley, Davina, Marcel) I also think thats just a really interesting group of people - just bunch of people with strong connections to New Orleans or the bayou who are sort of caught up in the Mikaelsons' wake.

[lawfvlhunter]

Enforcing the curfew was right up her alley, and she was enjoying it, save for the boredom of a mostly empty street and the attitudes she kept meeting. Asking people to do what they were supposed to do, what a fucking crime.

It was a relief whenever she met little to no resistance. Of course, it made her suspicious. Then again, all sorts of reactions can mean a guilty conscience. "Good, then I'll make my questions quick and relatively painless," she stated as if the woman had also agreed to an interrogation.

"Do you live alone?"

Just great, Cami thought as she began to wipe down the bar. This was the first she had heard about the murders. Every part of her scared, that she might know who could've helped. She ended up sending everyone else home, knowing that she could get home much faster than some.

Once the last person left, she used her vampire speed to complete the lock up and head out. When checking her phone, she realized that she was cutting it close but she knew a short cut. But, it seemed someone was already scouting her path to safety, so she decided it was time to turn on her charm.

Did she need an escort? No. Was she going to accept the offer to keep up appearances? Yes. "Yeah, sure. I only live a few blocks from here." Cami knew she couldn't lead this stranger to her actual home, the Mikaelson compound, instead she would just go to her old apartment. If worse came to worse, she would just compel the current tennant.

[nwbeerguide]

Supporting the Fisher House Foundation and Folds of Honor, Harpoon Brewery releases American Flyer Light and American Flyer Lager.

Press Release

BOSTON, May 2, 2023 ... Harpoon Brewery – the maker of New England's Original IPA – announces the release of two new lager beers, American Flyer Light and American Flyer Lager. $1 of each case sold will support military families and those of fallen or disabled service members and first responders. American Flyer Light is a light lager that benefits Folds of Honor. American Flyer Lager is a golden lager and benefits Fisher House Foundation.

"As a company that proudly employs several veterans, we have brewed up something special: two new light and refreshing lagers, American Flyer Light and American Flyer Lager, that help support the families of the American military, service members, veterans, and first responders year-round," said Dan Kenary, CEO and Co-Founder of Mass. Bay Brewing Company. "Folds of Honor and Fisher House Foundation are doing incredible work in support of families of American patriots – we're proud to give back to these nonprofits and amplify their mission."

American Flyer Light is a flavorful yet crushable light lager coming in at 4.2% ABV. American Flyer Light is brewed in partnership with Folds of Honor, which helps provide academic scholarships to families of fallen or disabled service members and first responders. With every case sold, $1 will go to Folds of Honor. With just 120 calories per can, this crisp and golden light lager is sold in 12-pack 12oz cans and 6-pack 12oz bottles.

"Harpoon Brewery is now aiding Folds of Honor by donating a generous portion of their new product back towards the organization," said 2019 Folds of Honor scholarship recipient Camille Banks. "Each purchase will generate financial support for Folds of Honor and educational scholarships for so many. I want to extend my sincere thanks to Harpoon Brewery again for their wonderful support."

American Flyer Lager is a bright, crisp and full-flavored golden lager at 5% ABV. $1 from each case equivalent from American Flyer Lager will be donated to Fisher House Foundation to help support the foundation's efforts to provide temporary free lodging for families of patients receiving medical care at major military and VA medical centers across the country. American Flyer Lager will be available in 12-pack 12oz cans.

"Fisher House Foundation appreciates that Harpoon has supported nonprofits for years and are thrilled with this newest effort," said David A. Coker, President of Fisher House Foundation. "Harpoon truly understands that our military and veteran community deserves to be honored and how important it is to provide the resources to help them heal."

Harpoon's American Flyer Light and American Flyer Lager are both available now starting today for $13.99 - $14.99. To find the two new brews near you, check out the Harpoon beer finder: https://www.harpoonbrewery.com/beer-finder/.

About the Harpoon Brewery The Harpoon Brewery was founded in 1986 by beer lovers who wanted more and better beer options. When the Brewery was founded, Harpoon was issued Brewing Permit #001 by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, since it was the first to brew commercially in Boston after a dormant period of about 25 years. Since then, it has expanded to a second brewery in Windsor, VT. Harpoon's line of craft beer features its award-winning IPA and seasonal beers, along with special limited releases. In 2014, Harpoon became an employee-owned company.

About Folds of Honor Folds of Honor is a 501(c) (3) nonprofit organization that provides educational scholarships to the spouses and children of military members who have fallen or been disabled while serving in the United States Armed Forces. Beginning in 2022, it expanded its mission to include first responders. Our educational scholarships support private school tuition or tutoring in grades K-12, tuition for college, technical or trade school and post-graduate work, including a master's degree, doctorate, or professional program. Funds for a second bachelor's degree or trade/technical program certification are also available. Since its inception in 2007, Folds of Honor has awarded about 44,000 scholarships totaling about $200 million in all 50 states. Among the students served, 41 percent are minorities. It is rated a four-star charity by Charity Navigator and Platinum on GuideStar. It was founded by Lt Col Dan Rooney, the only-ever F-16 fighter pilot (with three combat tours in Iraq) and PGA Professional. He is currently stationed at Headquarters Air Force Recruiting Service Detachment 1, at Joint Base San Antonio-Randolph, Texas. For more information or to donate in support of a Folds of Honor scholarship visit foldsofhonor.org.

About Fisher House Foundation Fisher House Foundation is best known for its network of 94 comfort homes where military and veteran families can stay at no cost while a loved one is receiving treatment. These homes are located at major military and VA medical centers nationwide, and in Europe, close to the medical center or hospital they serve. Fisher Houses have up to 21 suites, with private bedrooms and baths. Families share a common kitchen, laundry facilities, a warm dining room and an inviting living room. Fisher House Foundation ensures that there is never a lodging fee. Since inception, the program has saved military and veteran families an estimated $575 million in out-of-pocket costs for lodging and transportation. For more information visit www.fisherhouse.org.

[inspirationalbee]

Moodboard 001 for Dr. Camille Saroyan  -All About Me

[solaadisa]

Sola pouted a little, but still considered the hypothetical consequences semi-seriously. "I mean, small price to pay if I can take this little girl home," her voice turned cutesy at the end, the "l" on "little" becoming a "w," instead. "Might suck a little, though, because the coffee's good." She turned to look where the other woman was heading, her eyes catching sight of the black cat, who blinked up at her serenely. "Aw, hi little! You got your eye on that one?"

Cami had hoped to see if the black cat she had seen the first time was still around on her second visit to the café. She was drawn to the idea of adopting a cat even more so now that her sister had moved - it did feel a bit more lonely in the house. It was hard for her to commit but she promised herself that she'd go for it if that cat was still here.

She set her drink down and turned to find the cat she was hoping for would be here was here. Excitement filled her up as she was about to get closer when she heard the brunette, "I'm thinking you'd get banned from coming back and a fine." That's what she'd at least think would be a fair form of punishment. "But if someone asks me anything, I saw nothing." @solaadisa

[anyaxthewolf]

Anya → 🐦

Anya: солнышко

Anya: Why does your phone location say you are heading downtown?

Anya: It is not wise