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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 1 year ago

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Star-crossed in the Crosshairs (John Price x Reader)

Chapter 3: To My Knees

Fic Summary: This mission is the pinnacle of your efforts for the past three years. Your whole team and yourself have worked countless hours, slaughtered hundreds, risked life and limb for scraps of intel, and now it all boiled down to pairing up with another taskforce to get this job done and dusted. An unexpected spanner in the works comes in the shape of your former best friend, now also a Captain and somehow resurrected from his KIA status, John Price.

You can’t afford to let feelings - old and new - get in the way of your purpose. No matter how much you’ve missed, wished for, loved him, and no matter how much he might feel the same.

Content warnings: Usual COD content (violence, torture, death, guns ESPECIALLY in this chapter), mutual pining, back from the dead, friends to allies to lovers, Reader is GN, some use of Y/N.

Chapter 2 // Masterlist // AO3 Version // Chapter 4

Gaz and Bronze were stretching out this first glass, just hitting the two hour mark, but the conversation cover had yet to run dry. Occasionally, there would be input from another of your team, waiting in shadows and around corners, easing the tension ever so slightly with their addition to the chatter as well as providing repeated remarks on how their target was not yet in sight.

You stared at the map in front of you, brows bent as if you didn’t have it half memorised, as if there hadn’t been any passersby in this alleyway for ten minutes. Earpiece wired through your clothing allowed you to listen into the conversation you had yet to join.

One you’d considered remarking on was Gaz and Bronze joking about:

“Price told me he and Laswell met at a falafel stand.”

“And did they?”

“No. She annoyed him during a football match.”

That sounded more plausible at least. Price’s long-time partner was a neglected Liverpool season ticket. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel to a familiar footie chant you had learned to chant during your first match. But you didn’t add anything. Nor did you say anything when Gaz insisted he was a catch and too good for Bronze when Crash joked about them being on a date.

You did when Soap talked about how he’d been guided through Las Almas in a mission gone south by Ghost, a bullet in his arm and delirious on adrenaline enough to exchange dumb jokes. After hearing his shellfish joke, you decided to join in with easing the tension that was creeping in through your neck.

“Two windmills are standing on a wind farm. One asks, ‘what’s your favourite type of music?’ and the other replies ‘I’m a big metal fan’.”

The radio crackled with Soap’s low chuckles, “Pretty good, Captain.”

“I wouldn’t say good,” interrupted Chance.

“What’s good then?”

“What’s red and bad for your teeth?” You could already hear giggling down the radio before Chance jumped in to ensure she delivered the punchline: “A brick.”

“Tha’s awful, actually,” Soap said but with a dark snigger. Then he cut himself off sharpish: “Markovič on the south side of the street, heading towards Los Gatos.”

Your back straightened, “Alone?”

“Affirmative.”

This did nothing to confirm for you whether Markovič either had back-up you couldn’t see, or he was beyond stupid – both dangerous in any man, let alone an arm’s dealer, let alone the glorified sidekick of a terrorist. Your hands flexed then tightened around the wheel, then one held the ignition key, waiting for your signal.

“He’s at the bar,” Gaz reported. A minute later, he added: “He’s a gin man.”

You mirrored his attempts to keep things a little light, “Do they have Gordon’s out here?”

“It’s not the pink one, that’s for sure,” Gaz mumbled, and you could hear its echo in a half empty pint glass he was likely pretending to drink from, “You a gin fan yourself, Captain?”

“Not a big drinker at all.”

“What’s your vice then?”

“Sudoku.”

You’d let them debate whether or not you were serious later; Team Banshee would probably offer a few pieces of evidence to fill the gaps in the 141’s knowledge of you. But here was where your banter ended for now.

“He’s moving to sit alone, outside.”

You could picture him sipping a ballooned glass with ice swilling around, condensation as slippery as his character. The metal of the key warmed in your pinch, map discarded in your lap. Simulating every possible approach to any choice, your brain narrowed down Gaz and Bronze either heading inside for an attack in the bathroom, or directing Ghost, Chance, Price, and Crash to tail Markovič and intercept before he got home.

Your two soldiers continued their cover, ordering some tapas to split and doing their best not to flaunt how good it was to the rest of you. Gaz mentioned how he’d already paid the bill, and filled out the reimbursement forms too apparently. Just left the boxes of the amount blank, ready to be completed upon return. Both Gaz and Bronze dropped titbits of info on Markovič every minute, Soap too from his ledge.

At last, halfway through the third glass of gin, Gaz muttered down his microphone, “He’s headed for the bathroom. We’re on him.”

You twisted the ignition and the engine roared to life, “Meet you at the corner of Liepų and Lajos Street?”

“Can do, Cap,” Bronze said and you heard the scrape of his chair before he stopped talking.

The gear stick shifted, you drove out of the alleyway and took the two minute drive to your location. The mileometer kept your speed safe enough to not be pulled over by any rent-a-cop that might spot you, but quick enough to be with your team. Two back doors were flung open within the second you stopped, Gaz and Bronze hauling their prisoner up then tossing him in with a bag over his head and hands zip-tied. In your rear view mirror, Markovič’s body folded like a sheet of paper without Gaz or Bronze for support.

You heard two bangs after the door slams, so you moved out, ready to collect the rest of your team. Crash and Ghost were from the same corner about a quarter of a mile out. Chance and Price were close enough to the safehouse to have made it back just as you pulled into the garage. No one felt daft for over-estimating the amount of manpower on this mission. This was, after all, just the first step in the right direction.

You helped haul the dead weight of your prisoner up the stairs in the absence of your regular workout.

A chair stood proudly in the centre of the one room without windows, the one you’d soundproofed that morning with your team. Even just stepping into the room felt like there was cotton wool against your ears. Tarps muted all footsteps. Hanging from the door frame was a black makeshift curtain blocking your captive from seeing anything outside the room.You took it upon yourself to search him whilst Gaz and Ghost bound his wrists and ankles to the chair’s metal frame: a wallet with just two cards, a stack of cash, and a few coins; a packet of tissues; a dog tag without a chain stamped with Odristanian; and an acorn.

Gaz and Ghost led the way out, you taking one more survey of the room before you followed satisfied and with the door shut behind you.

“He was carrying this in his waistband, tried to pull it out on us when we put him in a headlock.” Bronze held a tiny handgun up like it was a pair of dirty underwear. You took it, though he’d already had the frame of mind to empty the chamber and remove the clip.

“Good job, Gaz, Bronze,” You said first, before you could forget to praise your team. “Chance, you’re the lead on this. Ghost, I want you in there with Chance ready to sub in if she wants to take a break. No one else goes in unless Markovič’s somehow a master of withholding information; I don’t want him getting any ideas about how many of us there are or where he is through the door.”

Both nodded, happy with their positions. However-

“He’s got no idea where he is,” Bronze interjected, “He walked right past the toilet to take a piss in the alleyway out back. He’s hardly gonna figure out anything through a gap in the curtain.”

You stared at him, expression once again carefully neutral, and Bronze’s eyes widening told you he knew he’d been caught with his trousers down – in front of his entire team no less. Muting your frustration for now was the best approach, even though you shouldn’t have to tell this fully grown man about taking precautions in the possibility of this being a trap. Instead, you continued delegating your team for the night ahead.

“Still, we’ll approach with standard caution. Crash, Gaz, you’re on watch: one in the sitting room, one from the roof. Make sure no one’s tailed us. Soap, Price, I want you observing from here, and you can feed any info you think helpful to them via their earpieces. Bronze, you’re with me. We’ll swap around in shifts when times comes to sleeping and watch, but again, we keep Ghost and Chance on Markovič.”

Bronze trailed behind you as you entered the sitting room, where all the packs were (yours included). Following the cable you’d plugged in that morning, you found and began fiddling with your tablet to get it live and onto the webcam that Gaz had installed amongst the padding on the walls. Price and Soap already had theirs set up whilst you were patting down your prisoner.

“I was part of a capture or kill mission about fifteen years ago,” You mused aloud, knowing Bronze was paying attention.“Capture was easy, and folks got cocky. Turns out it was a catch and release. Our target’s army was on our location within the first minute of interrogation. Killed half of us, wounded the rest. Botched everything beyond belief, set some of us back a year in terms of recovery and intel, and we were considered the lucky ones.” Then you rose to your feet and made carefully practiced eye contact with your Sergeant, “You understand why I’m telling you this?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Don’t make me tell you again, and certainly not in front of others.” You held out the tablet to him with the grainy footage displaying Ghost entering the room, Chance settling in, “Every behaviour is communication. Figure out what’s being said. You’ve got the rest of the hour then you swap with Crash.”

Into the dining room, sat around the table like some fucked-up family dinner. Soap was checking his sniper rifle, Price smoking, Bronze without any distraction to aid his redemption from earlier. So you set yourself apart to make the MREs up, an eye on the spare tablet streaming the torture live.

After receiving silence as the answer to her first question, Chance started by plucking out Markovič’s nose hairs, Ghost holding his head still whilst Markovič attempted to wriggle away from her tweezers. Then she moved onto something more interesting. Technically you were to thank for that technique, for suggesting a viewing of Paddington to boost team morale and bonding after a particularly shitty close to a mission in 2020. You just hadn’t realised she’d been taking notes during the screening.

As you heated up the chilli, you felt Price’s shadow blot out some of the sting of the stove’s flame. His cigar left smoking in a gaudy ashtray, clearly bought from a tourist boutique nearby.

“I can help,” He said.

You snorted, “Two Captains making tea for their teams, now that’s a laugh.” But you still shoved over the mess tins – clean from when Crash had scrubbed them clean earlier.

“It’s our jobs to make sure we all stay on our feet. You included,” Price said as he unstacked them, handing you the one with a little bar of soap drawn on the underside in permanent marker.

“Which is why I’m making the dinner.”

“You know I meant you resting, not you staying on your feet.”

“Had plenty of rest in the driver’s seat,” and you dolloped the chilli into the tin.

You four ate in relative silence, apart from Bronze beside you who was noting down the reactions on your tablet’s post-it notes app, responses that Ghost and Chance were certainly logging in their own heads. That was his punishment technically: becoming your secretary for the paperwork you’d fill out at the end of the mission. He fucking hated it but he did it because you told him to, and he never needed to be told twice.

Some of Markovič’s methods of resisting were more akin to mindfulness practices: the deep breathing, the eyes closed, the rocking (limited against his restraints). He started to crumble at the twenty minute mark, letting slip Čiernik’s plan to relocate for the

“That’s new,” Bronze remarked when Chance began digging the tweezers into the wound on his stomach she’d sliced open with the accuracy of a surgeon. Markovič in response had let out a wheeze and told them that he’d give them the location.

“Crash, Bronze is on his way up to swap,” You called down your radio. No response, which was unlike her. Regardless, Bronze was already heading up, your tablet back in hand.

Chance sipped from her water bottle in the top left corner of your screen, behind Ghost whilst she watched what he was like in the interrogation room. Two words: viciously unempathetic.

“Why did the man miss the funeral?” Soap asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

You sighed, unable to figure it out, “Dunno, why?”

“He wasn’t a mourning person.”

Your mouth twisted into a half-smile that was trying to take itself seriously, “That’s pretty good.”

“Can’t take credit for that one.”

“Then send my compliments to the chef.”

“Ghost’ll be happy to hear them,” Soap snorted.

As you went to direct your smile directly at the Sergeant, you instead caught Price looking at you, though he glanced back down at his screen when you made eye contact. You didn’t like how the implication of him watching you instead of his Lieutenant sent your stomach flipping over the powdered eggs from this morning.

To cover your ruffled feathers, you went into the hallway to smooth them out and collided chest to chest with Crash.

“Sorry, Captain, didn’t hear you,” She explained quickly, catching her breath

“Your radio faulty?”

Crash paused before replying, “I was in another channel.”

Your frown was automatic, “Why?”

Another pause. “Listening to Chance and Ghost in the interrogation.”

“That’s not what I asked you to do.” Your weighted statement shrank Crash in front of you like a cotton shirt in the tumble dryer.

“Sorry.”

“Do better.” Somehow you managed to restrain your additional comment until after she’d left and into a whisper: “Fuck’s sake.”

It was embarrassing, your team showing you up with rookie missteps and trivial unprofessionalism. Now of all the times and places they could choose to be stupid.

Soap offered to swap out with Gaz, let him rest a little, and you agreed to it.

“We’ll start sleep shifts in a few,” You added, then repeated once Gaz was in the room again. He inhaled his MRE, despite being the one to order a bowl of nuts to pick through during the capture earlier.

When Chance exited her torture chambers, you held up her MRE – still sealed in its packet. She nodded and you began to make it as you asked:

“How do you think it’s going?”

Yes, you had been watching and paying attention to your screen, but it wasn’t the same as being in the room. The blurry pixels could only offer so much.

Chance sighed, stretching out her shoulders, “He’s gobby, in the worst way. But he’ll break soon. Just wanted him to remember what relief feels like.”

To be fair to him, Markovič had lasted longer than you thought. Perhaps you should start drinking gin.

“Anything you fancy?” You asked her.

Shrugging, Chance suggested with a wry expression, “Stick and poke?”

You mulled it over, tongue poking in your cheek. Then you gave her a nod of confirmation, your nose wrinkled, as if she was asking if you wanted another pint because it was her round. Stretching out your spine as she returned to her post, you returned to your screen and watched the basis of Chance’s failed tattoo artist dream reworked to suit her current occupation.

Each time Markovič passed out from the pain, Ghost used smelling salts to bring him back to continue a malicious cycle of Chance stabbing him in the same places with a heated needle.

It culminated in the reveal of a piece of intel that struck your partnership. You could see Soap’s fists wringing an invisible neck. Ghost squared his shoulders as he corked the smelling salts. Even Price’s jaw clenched at the mention of a name you’d come across in their files. Markovič begged with his two captors, desperately clawing at the chair and asserting with his remaining energythat it was the truth.Chance continued poking inside his dermis for ten minutes more – just to be certain. Plus you were certain she had read her fellow Lieutenant’s body language and how he wasn’t quite content with leaving the room this way – and he landed a solid punch on the back of Markovič’s head that sent him into unconsciousness and his chair tilting over. Your prisoner looked peaceful for the first time since you'd captured him, folded over and praying in his own putrid blood.

Both the Lieutenants finally left the torture chamber and both their Captains met them outside the door. Chance had very little to add to what she’d already reported. But Ghost shoved his demand right there and then.

“He can’t tell them we’re coming,” He said, his words as harsh as if he’d spat at you.

You nodded in agreement, “I’ll take care of it.”

But Ghost shook his head with the same ire, “S’alright, I’ll do it. Not hungry anyways.”

“Ok,” You said, maintaining the calm to balance his fury, “Good job. You too, Chance.”

“I’ll contact Laswell,” Price stated, the chair legs screeching on the wooden floor as he rose to stand.

“Patch in General Fernandez too; I need a word with him. Ta,” you added the last word quickly as he started to leave. While you stopped yourself looking at his hips, you didn’t quite manage to wrangle the memory of how you’d wrapped your legs around them for a piggy back after a successful football match as rookies, and sometimes imagined if you were on his front instead of his back, arms still around his neck, holding him close, just as eager, just as delighted to be with him.

“Fuck’s sake,” you muttered again, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were worse than Bronze with the unprofessionalism at this point, letting it spill out of your head into your actions. If you were alone, you’d slap yourself. Hard. Get your head screwed on right and tight.

Onscreen, Ghost was clipping open the zip-ties from Markovič, who collapsed onto the tarps, the KA-BAR in his neck hardly leaking despite the angle. He left it in there to recover in the morning, once livor mortis was well and truly underway.

Summoning your façade back into position, you moved to the side room for a little privacy, ready to talk to the equivalent of your line manager. “Laswell, patching in Komodo” was the last you heard as you switched to the appropriate channel.

“This is Komodo Actual,” General Fernandez spoke clear as a whistle down your earpiece, “Nice to hear from you at last, Captain.”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, “Sir,Markovič has given us the details of Čiernik’s next move and one of his storage facilities he frequently uses; Laswell’s verifying the kinks of what we can do about it.”

“Good work. Any damage on your side?”

“Not yet, standby for that. Markovič also gave us intel involving Gold Eagle.”

There was a pause, and you could only assume that your very thorough General was sweeping his room once more to assure absolute secrecy before he asked: “What’s the intel?”

“We’ve stumbled upon another of his pet projects. Čiernik is on his payroll.”

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AN: Thanks for the patience, I've started a new job and it's taking a lot of my time. I appreciate the love I've been getting on this. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea so it makes it all the nicer when it finds folks who like it <3

Next chapter, things start amping up, and some hints/teasers become answers so rewards for those who've been paying attention and those who are along for the ride!

Taglist: @mockerycrow

#john price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price fanfic #captain price x reader #captain john price fanfic #cod #cod fanfic #mw2 #mw2 fanfic #cod x reader #my writing #r: gen #wc: >2k

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7-pines · 8 months ago

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artisan item checklist

The amount of each artisan item you need to make. Artisan items are recursive (if you need to make juice and wine, it'll tell you to make 2 juices), but nothing else is (if someone loves a meal that involves an artisan item, it's not keeping track of that.) Loved items are included as "+1" for each person who loves it.

This is also made to be specific so when a recipe/crafting/offering calls for "Any ___" or "A or B", I picked the cheapest version of it to make. How things get replaced is under the Read More at the end.

3x Tulip honey [Bee house]: Apple pie, Assorted grilled platter, Jamu (Cooking)

1x Titan arum black honey [Bee house]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

8x Cheese [Cheese press]: Burrito, Eggplant lasagna, Gnocchi, Hawaiian pizza, Oven-baked risotto, Pizza, Summer burger, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

2x Syrup [Cheese press]: Es cendol, Es doger (Cooking)

1x Seaweed chips [Dehydrator]: Basic Artisan (Offering)

1x Large gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah

2x Gesha coffee [Keg]: Loved by Aaliyah, Raj

3x Sake [Keg]: Fish soup (Cooking) Loved by Connor, Walter

7x Coffee [Keg]: Loved by Antonio, Emma, Giu, Groo, Joko, Raj, Randy

9x Green tea [Keg]: Kombucha (Artisan) Help Paul (Quest) Loved by Anne, Ben, Betty, Eleanor, Emma, Kenny, Raj

1x Cane nectar [Keg]: Loved by Erika

2x Cranberry juice [Keg]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Cranberry wine (Artisan)

1x Wool cloth [Loom]: Monster scarecrow (Crafting)

5x Cotton cloth [Loom]: Poci ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Kunti ghost scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel handsome scarecrow (Crafting) Ondel-ondel pretty scarecrow (Crafting) Loved by Emma

9x Butter [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Apple pie, Butter croissant, Cookies, Corn on the cob, Gnocchi, Minced jackfruit pie, Oven-baked risotto, Peanut butter (Cooking)

1x Kiracha sauce [Mason jar]: Vegan taco (Cooking)

2x Pickled corn [Mason jar]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Corn kimchi (Artisan)

3x Tempeh [Mason jar]: Fried tempeh, Herbed tempeh, Lodeh (Cooking)

4x Mayonnaise [Mayonnaise machine]: Basic Artisan (Offering) Fish taco, Rainbow sandwich (Cooking) Loved by Scott

4x Rice flour [Mill]: Es cendol, Klepon, Popiah, Serabi (Cooking)

10x Wheat flour [Mill]: Apple pie, Basil pesto pasta, Fruit tart, Pad thai, Peyek, Seafood ramen, Veggie ramen (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

20x Amaranth flour [Mill]: Banana fritter, Bread, Butter croissant, Cauliflower casserole, Chocolate chip muffins, Cookies, Gnocchi, Hash browns, Hawaiian pizza, Kue kancing, Minced jackfruit pie, Mooncake, Pancakes, Pepper and mushroom flatbread, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pizza, Pumpkin pie, Red velvet cake, Spider tempura, Tortilla (Cooking)

11x Sugar [Mill]: Cenil, Donut, Egg custard, Fruit tart, Klepon, Kue kancing, Kue lapis, Pineapple upside-down cake, Pumpkin pie, Serabi (Cooking) Gingerbread scarecrow (Crafting)

4x Gourmet salt [Mill]: Herbed tempeh, Ketchup, Serabi, Spider tempura (Cooking)

3x White truffle oil [Oil press]: Rare Artisan (Offering) Loved by Alice, Connor

1x Black truffle oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice

2x Almond oil [Oil press]: Loved by Alice, Emily

4x Olive oil [Oil press]: Hummus, Roasted mushroom (Cooking) Loved by Alice, Emily

11x Canola oil [Oil press]: Banana fritter, Beet chips, Donut, Falafel, Fried tempeh, Kale chips, Potato chips, Sauteed chard, Spider tempura, Sweet potato chips, Sweet potato poutine (Cooking)

1x Fermented goat cheese wheel [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Kombucha [Aging barrel]: Loved by Kenny

1x Artichoke kimchi [Aging barrel]: Loved by Anne

1x Corn kimchi [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

1x Cranberry wine [Aging barrel]: Rare Artisan (Offering)

Replacements

These replacements only involve Cooking & Crafting, not Loved Items. So if someone loves Fruit Juice, that's not kept track of here.

Any flour -> Amaranth flour

Any oil -> Canola oil

Any cheese -> Cheese

Any butter -> Butter

Butter or Large butter -> Butter

Any honey -> Tulip honey

Any mayonnaise -> Mayonnaise

Any fruit juice -> Cranberry juice

Any wine -> Cranberry wine

Any pickle -> Pickled corn

Any kimchi -> Corn kimchi

Any dried scavengeables -> Seaweed chips

#coral island #coral island numbers #coral island spoilers

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moxyphinx · 11 months ago

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tagged by @curious-earth - thank you, sweet nikki!

last song: currently listening to an audiobook of mona awad's rouge but music wise maria doyle kennedy's winners (songs from the kitchen version)

favorite color: mossy green/burnt orange

last movie/show: just finished a battlestar galactica rewatch (screaming crying etc.)

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet

relationship status: engaged

last thing i googled: nt live antony & cleopatra 👀

current obsession(s): wheel of time, lempicka the musical, sophie okonedo, trader joe's dill pickle falafel

tag 9 people: (no pressure!) @corleyan, @rosamundpkes, @wibblyowzah, @nervouspearl, @sapphoshands, @sophiedevreaux, @moirainesedai, @sarahlancashire, @masterpieceofunderstatement + anyone who wants to!

#show and tell #tagged #meme

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formerbogbody · 4 months ago

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Was tagged by @churlfriend :0

Favourite colour: green, pink, blue, red

Currently reading: The Fires of Heaven by Robert Jordan (book 5 in the Wheel of Time) and the Grammar of Words by Geert Booij

Currently watching: Recently started Hannibal w my partner, tho I’m not watching anything myself

Currently craving: I have had falafel on my mind for over a week :|

Coffee or tea: Both! I love trying new types of tea and especially love matcha and chai, but coffee is a daily pleasure

Tagging: anyone who wants to :)

#babbles

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reggae-fusion-food · 1 year ago

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From Wheels to Meals: Vernon's Food Truck Extravaganza

Vernon, a charming town nestled in the heart, is a hidden gem when it comes to culinary experiences. While you may not find sprawling restaurants on every corner, what you will discover are some truly delectable offerings from food trucks. These mobile kitchens have been serving up mouthwatering dishes that cater to a variety of tastes. In this blog, we'll take a closer look at the vibrant food truck scene in Vernon and uncover the delightful treats they have to offer.

Taste the Local Fare

One of the joys of visiting Vernon is the chance to savour local flavours. Food truck Vernon here has mastered the art of infusing regional tastes into their dishes, providing visitors with an authentic culinary experience. From savoury poutines featuring the finest cheese curds to juicy burgers with locally sourced beef, these trucks take pride in their community's ingredients.

The Sizzle of Sizzling Street Eats

Vernon's food trucks aren't just serving food; they're creating memorable experiences for locals and tourists alike. Picture this: you're strolling down Vernon's bustling streets, and the savoury scent of grilled meats wafts towards you. Your senses tingle as you discover a food truck expertly sizzling up some mouthwatering barbecue. This is the magic of food trucks in Vernon - they bring the sizzle to the streets.

A Wide Variety to Please Every Palate

Whether you're a fan of sweet or savoury, vegetarian or meaty, you'll find something to tickle your taste buds in Vernon's food truck scene. From classic fish tacos to vegan-friendly falafel wraps, the options are as diverse as the town itself. The best part is that these delectable offerings won't break the bank, making them a budget-friendly choice for a satisfying meal.

Freshness on Wheels

One of the secrets to the success of Vernon's food trucks is their commitment to freshness. Many of these mobile eateries source their ingredients daily, ensuring that every bite you take bursts with flavour. You won't find any frozen, reheated meals here. Instead, you'll enjoy dishes made with love and care, right in front of your eyes.

Convenience at its Finest

Food trucks are not only about great food but also about convenience. Whether you're in the mood for a quick bite during your lunch break or a late-night snack after a night out, these mobile kitchens have got you covered. You won't have to wait long for your meal either, as the skilled chefs work their culinary magic in record time.

A Taste of Tradition

While Vernon's food trucks offer a wide variety of cuisines, some of them are known for preserving traditional recipes passed down through generations. These culinary artisans take pride in their cultural heritage and share it with the community through their dishes. It's a beautiful fusion of old-world recipes and modern-day convenience.

Wrapping Up

Food trucks in Vernon are not just a meal option; they are a gastronomic adventure waiting to be explored. With their dedication to local ingredients, commitment to freshness, and a diverse range of offerings, these mobile kitchens are a testament to the town's culinary excellence. The next time you find yourself in Vernon, be sure to seek out these food trucks and savour the flavours that make this town a food lover's paradise. So, whether you're a resident or a visitor, don't miss the chance to tantalise your taste buds with the delightful offerings of food trucks in Vernon. Your taste buds will thank you, and you'll have experienced a true culinary gem of this charming town. Food truck Vernon has something for everyone, making it an experience you won't want to miss.

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xocontinentaldrift · 2 years ago

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monthly report: january 2023

Wowza, I can't believe a month has already flown by. After a rough start of my kiddo getting stomach fly on New Year's Day, I spent most of the month just catching my breath and easing into the new year. It was a good call not to put too much pressure on myself.

Ironically, it was a productive month anyway, with lots of happy-making moments and accomplishments:

Revised about 1/3 of my novel

Took a lot of outdoor open air walks despite the snow and cold

Started to go out for dinner every Friday night with the family

Decluttered a lot of papers and some books

Mastered making falafel in our Instant Pot air fryer

Talked with my best friend on the phone a few times

Spent more time with my parents with my kiddo

Did a little more strength training in the mornings, experimenting with doing pushups everyday (because a few times a week makes it hard to track, it's easier for me just to do them everyday)

Bonded with our new kitty and she seems happy and well-adjusted in our home, and she is so snuggly!

Began getting to bed at a reasonable hour (before midnight is a huge accomplishment for me.)

Participated in some fashion challenges via my favorite fashion forum on Reddit

Read a lot of books

Began planning the little guy's birthday party next week, which is NOT a fun task for me, but I booked the location, put down a deposit, sent out invites, managed the RSVPs. Next up: figuring out food, transport/pickup logistics, ordering the cake, sending out reminders

Bought a nice lounge bed roll from Natural Life that makes my home so much more cheerful, funky and comfy

Paid all my bills!

Trucking along in my Duolingo French course -- I'm determined to finish the Intermediate 1 course by mid-year

However, the month had its difficulties and sticking points:

Some instances of mindless spending

Yelling a few times at my kiddo, especially when I was burned out at the beginning of the month coming off the busy holiday season

Conflict with partner over who does what in terms of house/life shit. The problem is that I feel all the work I do is never seen as the work that it is, it's just written off as "easy" and inconsequential.

Thought it got better at the end, my sleeping patterns were off, and I've begun waking up in the middle of the night. (Thanks, perimenopause!) Gotta figure something out because it really does bite into quality of life.

BORED AT WORK. Can't figure out if the responsibilities, the need for a new direction, or just the drab isolation of working from home in the middle of winter.

Inconsistent exercise when it's sub-zero temps. I mean, part of me thinks I can give myself some slack on this, but it does affect my overall sense of well-being

Having moments of feeling super, super depressed right before my period. It's not even just sad -- it's like my brain just can't feel good in any way, and I feel really despondent and hopeless in a way that doesn't feel right. Sometimes I wonder if I have PMDD. Something to think upon, I guess.

Just that general feeling of being in a hamster wheel, running furiously but with no real movement forward. Spinning my wheels. File it under "existential mid-life malaise."

So that's my roundup of January 2023. Not a bad month, I must say. I'm really looking forward to February 2023's goals and resolutions:

Keep revising my novel! I'm really making a lot of headway at the moment, maybe because I've hit a decent patch of storytelling

Getting ready for my writers group to start up again

Planning my kiddo's birthday party, it's gonna be a banger, lol

An old friend will be in town from London, so I'm looking forward to seeing her

Talking regularly on the phone with my best friend from college

More Friday night dinners as a family

Making myself get dressed in real clothes instead of being in sweats all day -- too easy to do in the winter, for sure!

Focusing my reading on books on relationships, parenting, love and marriage, and also incorporating more fiction

Cleaning out my closet once again and sending a box of clothes to ThredUp

Getting a shoe storage cabinet for my dining room

Getting to bed before midnight most nights -- ideally asleep by 11:30pm, but let's be realistic that this might not always happen

Cleaning out toiletries and makeup bag

Wearing perfume everyday -- I have a lot of scents that I need to use and use up and use out

Making an appointment to meet with a new OB-Gyn -- might delay this till March

Taking walks outside as much as I can

Going out to work at a cafe or some place like that at least once a week

Trying out 2-3 new recipes this month as a challenge. I don't care too much about being the ideal housewife, but for my own sake, I need to try some new recipes

Start re-creating an official website/social media professional presence again...which means paying off Dreamhost, ugh.

Maybe look into estimates for redoing kitchen floor

Start planning outdoor landscaping miniprojects, like planting new boxwoods on my side garden beds

Ok, that's getting a little too ambitious; I'll revise this as needed. Here's to a lovely February full of peace, inspiration, liberation and the divine feminine!

#dailylife #inner life

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Cairo, Egypt: Colorful, Charming Caravanserai Market

https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1178 Cairo, Egypt: Colorful, Charming Caravanserai Market - https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1178 Watch the full episode: Old Cairo is a celebration of today’s Egypt, with bazaars full of charismatic merchants, bustling back lanes, and appetizingly aromatic street food. #ricksteves #ricksteveseurope #cairo Visit for more information about this destination and other destinations in Europe. Check out more Rick Steves’ Europe travel resources: “Rick Steves’ Europe” public television series: “Travel with Rick Steves” public radio program: European Tours: Guidebooks: Travel Gear: Trip Consulting: Travel Classes: Rick Steves Audio Europe App: Rick Steves, America’s most respected authority on European travel, writes European travel guidebooks, and hosts travel shows on public television and public radio. Cairo’s characteristic old quarter is a Colorful celebration of today’s Egypt Hanau khalili is the Mega Mall of Medieval bazaars 600 years ago it was a Caravan Sarai a stop on a caravan trade Route then when the ottoman Turks took Egypt it became a bustling Turkish Bazaar today it’s a stop for every tour Group and the merchants are standing by How are you Eager to charm you into a little Shopping welcome just have a look here Everything is free welcome to Egypt Today Hunter was in discount because Today my birthday why one two three Today should be cheap no money no honey No Cry the hustlers can be intense and Annoying or fun depending on your Approach Foreign Dive in with a sense of humor Bargaining is expected in Egyptian Markets treat it as a game never feel Sorry for or obligated to the merchant If you see something you like show some Interest and see how low you can get the Price I find that simply venturing a few Blocks away from the tourist friendly Bazaar suddenly the tourists are gone And I’m swallowed up in a completely Local scene Wandering through the colorful Market Streets here in cairo’s Islamic quarter You feel that it goes on forever Three-wheeled tuck tucks weave through The action I love to hop in one for a quick Joyride There’s something strangely graceful About this chaotic dance of careening Vehicles merchants and pedestrians Exploring the Islamic quarter creates a Montage of memories A commotion of activity everywhere you Look something you’ve never seen before Is happening Somehow bikers balance rustic racks of Bread Craftsmen inscribe marble tombstones With verses from the Holy Quran [Music] Peaceful Soul after a blessed life will Finally rest in heaven with a little Effort you’ll find it can be easy to Become part of the scene In this shop a man spins delicate Strands of flour that will become a Favorite local pastry Foreign The classic street food here is kosheri Lentil rice pasta garlic and tomato Sauce all mixed together into a quick And cheap treat The distinctive clanging Stokes local Appetites And small bakeries are steadily Producing hot balloons of pita bread Destined to be filled with falafel Bread is subsidized by the government to Make life easier for people struggling To feed their families Walking through neighborhoods like this You gain an appreciation for how just Making ends meet is a daily struggle for Millions in a teeming City like Cairo I make a point to explore a variety of Neighborhoods [Music] Mike Izzo https://lifesporttravel.com/?p=1178

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part 3: bristol & brighton

bristol

the overnight bus out of edinburgh left at 9pm. settling down in my seat, damp from the rain and sleep deprived from the drunk scottish people outside my window at 3am that morning, i plugged in my phone to charge and made what had become a routine check of the ticket resale sites. bennie, back home in devon, had hinted at being a bit sad that she was missing out on the bristol show the next day... but of course all the remaining tickets were way out of our budget. then, idly scrolling the king gizz subreddit, a new post popped up: 1 standing ticket for bristol, asking price, PM for details. i frantically shot the poster a message and called bennie's number.

we spent several hours checking buses and trains, searching for a last minute airbnb and begging the redditor to hold the ticket. the stress levels were not helped by opening twitter to find stu tweeting from wolverhampton (a show i was skipping) asking if anyone had any emergency stomach medication, something he's had to cancel an entire tour for before. but thankfully it seems someone pulled through for him, and by midnight we'd secured bennie a place at the bristol beacon.

the bus was loud and hot and not very comfortable. the changeover in birmingham at 6am was definitely a low point, with the 30p-per-use toilets and all the food options being on the boycott list, but ultimately it was cheap and got me into bristol at 10am on the 30th may - gig day.

for the bristol show, the last "normal" show before acoustic night, i was also being joined by one of my best friends from back home. she'd been a casual gizz listener for as long as i had, but never seen them live before. we rendezvous'd at the airbnb (after a confusing morning of chasing the unresponsive owner for the key and both getting lost several times trying to find the place), crashed out on the bed and waited for bennie's train to arrive. solo travelling had been awesome but i was really looking forward to taking a little squad of my besties to this show.

the three of us made our way over to the venue at around 4pm, picking up some much needed coffee and falafel for dinner on the way. we joined the queue, cheerfully greeted by some fans i'd met at previous shows, and excitedly briefed my friend on what to expect from a gizz concert.

the support act at bristol was - finally - grace cummings. having recovered from her illness she totally lived up to the hype, with her powerful deep voice and almost scarily intense stage presence. waiting on the barrier after her set, i caught a glimpse of the gizzard setlist for the night ahead. trying not to give too much away, i turned to the others and pointed with a grin.

soon, to scattered applause and cries of "ooooh!" the crew wheeled out the synth table once again. it was back, after apparently sustaining water damage in hamburg (didn't we all) and being put out of action for repair work. then, a full ten minutes before they were due to appear, the band themselves emerged onstage and, with a quick nod to the room, began fiddling with the synthesizers. they spoke amongst each other in hushed voices, adjusting stuff on the table out of our sight and scratching their heads, clearly too immersed to pay much heed to the crowd watching in anticipation. well - except for ambrose, who seemed to have no job to do so instead entertained us by pulling faces and doing silly walks on and off stage.

bang on 9pm (a gizzard is never late, nor is he early...) they fired the synths up and launched into the silver cord. while i'd enjoyed the experimental hamburg version, this was undeniably miles better. the vocoders were tighter, the synth melodies more controlled, and when the beat kicked in the whole room was swaying and moving to the heavy, hypnotic pulses. afterwards, a beautiful rendition of extinction, and then (the song i'd been really excited for when i'd glimpsed it earlier) - gondii. an all-time favourite of mine and bennie's, it was intense, electrifying and ecstatic. we grabbed each other's hands, bounced up and down and yelled tunelessly along to the chorus. i vaguely remember hearing someone behind me ask if anyone had poppers.

sadly the boys goofed the transition into the grim reaper and skipped it (amby rap i'll catch you next tour!!!), but they laughed it off and the rest of the show made up for it in spades. up next was an epic heavy section - supercell, organ farmer and dragon, transitioning into flamethrower just as petrodragonic apocalypse intended. i briefly worried that my chill-gizz-enjoyer friend had been thrown too hard into the gizz-metal deep end, but she survived it and moshed along admirably. then the vibes switched up once again with the wonderfully jammy ice v, hypertension and work this time, everyone dancing and swaying together, lost in the current of the music.

to end the show, the microtonal guitars came out for pleura (this time joey yelled his "free palestine!" in the break with considerably more gusto) and billabong valley. i don't know what ambrose was drinking that night but he was fired UP - hopping the barrier into the audience to sing the first verse shoulder-to-shoulder with sweaty fans in the tightly packed pit. then he climbed/fell back over the barrier - caught by gaspard - clambered back onto the stage, gasped "i might've peaked too early!" and then performed the rest of the song in a kind of frenzy; sprinting laps of the stage, whirling the microphone around above his head, playing jumprope with the cable and delivering his vocals with a growl that would make even the toughest classic rockers jealous. all told, a finale to remember.

after the show was over, the three of us wandered back to the airbnb glowing happily. bennie's accommodation had cancelled at the last minute, so we had to sneak her into our room and squeeze all three of us into the double bed, but we were so tired we just passed out and slept soundly regardless.

🦎✈️🎵

brighton

the next day (friday 31st may) was the day of our final show: brighton acoustic night. bennie and i said goodbye to our friend, picked up a quick breakfast at a greggs and headed back to the coach station. for months i'd been really, really looking forward to this show - a bootleg CD of the previous year's acoustic night in tennessee is one of my prized possessions - and due to our own experience acoustic-ifying king gizzard songs for our covers we were both very excited to see what songs the band would choose to adapt this time.

the national express NX 200 took us to gatwick airport, london, where we were scheduled to change onto the NX 025 to brighton. after some confusion, involving running around the airport following various conflicting signs and arrows with another gizzhead we'd picked up along the way, we arrived at the north terminal bus station with 5 minutes to spare. the coach was then delayed by over an hour. we watched the red numbers on the screen tick back further and further and tried not to panic.

to our great relief the coach did eventually show up. then, a quick jog dragging the suitcase through brighton, and we made it to the venue with a meagre 1.5 hours until doors opened. i bagsied a place in the quickly growing queue, got changed into my gig clothes in the street and sent bennie off with our luggage to find the hotel. luckily, the friendly mullet-and-hawaiian-shirt-adorned people next to me (they don't call brighton the gay capital of the UK for nothing) let bennie rejoin me in line when she returned. we all chatted about our favourite gizzard albums (the number 1 gizzhead icebreaker) and the songs we were hoping to get that night.

once through the ticket checks we rushed straight into the auditorium, hoping that our delayed coach hadn't lost us a chance at getting near the front. by a stroke of very good luck we managed to grab a place on the barrier right over on the left hand side - not exactly the prime position, but more than good enough for us. we clung onto it as the room filled up. grace cummings opened again (and smashed it again) and then the gizzard crew appeared once more to set up, this time with acoustic guitars, a piano and a half circle of stools. and for the final time, we joined the massive cheer as the band walked out onstage.

the acoustic night vibe was noticably different. joey, for reasons we may only guess at, was wearing a pair of dubiously fashionable sunshades. stu emerged already shoeless and carrying a pringles tube, grabbed his acoustic and sat down... on the stool right in front of me and bennie. turns out we had the best spot in the house: a direct eye-level view of stu mackenzie's bare feet. (joke) (...unless?). despite the dazzle of the stagelights and the crowd of 2000 people, the atmosphere was strangely intimate. the band sat facing us on the ring of stools, cavs and lucas chilling by the drumkit behind them and ambrose trading his usual synths for a seat behind the piano.

apparently the laid-back vibes (and possibly also the various beverages onstage) had put the guys in a much chattier mood than usual. throughout the night they exchanged jokes and banter with each other and the audience, ranging from funny to crude to heartfelt to just plain baffling, and prompting joking comments of "turn off his microphone!" and "this is why we usually play the songs without gaps in between". you can watch the whole thing here thanks to streamus, but some of my favourite moments include "grapefruit with bits", "phallic mushrooms" and "to my SISTER!!!". at one point, they even brought the world's best drummer, the elusive michael cavanagh, out from behind the kit to give a talk-show style interview while sipping on a glass of red wine. it also became apparent that stu's pringles tube did not contain crisps, and he was actually drinking something out of it... but he refused to tell us what.

the music was, of course, breathtaking. between fart jokes and anecdotes they wove for us melodies and counter-melodies at once familiar and new, the textures of the acoustic guitars building into a soundscape somehow both light, whimsical, and wonderfully complex and intricate. from reinterpreted classics such as "iron lung" to acoustic deep cuts like "time = $$$" and "you can be your silhouette" it was all utterly dreamlike and beautiful beyond even my highest expectations. truly a reminder of the incredible talent and versatility of the musicians in front of us, who just 24 hours before had been blasting our eardrums with techno and heavy metal in a city across the country. i watched it all happen from just a few feet away, gazing up at those crazy aussies like romeo under the fucking balcony, while the stagelights made spinning patterns dance across the ceiling far above.

despite it being the "chill out" show the crowd was lively and spirited, unable to resist some light moshing to trapdoor (trapdoor my beloved!!!) and even throwing up some crowd surfers for hot water. you'd've been hard pressed to find a single person in that room who wasn't having the time of their life. eventually though, i felt with a pang that the show was beginning to draw to a close. they played another one of my favourites, this thing, and then another; slow jam 1. the latter had me leaning over the barrier with tears running down my cheeks, close to overwhelmed by the culmination of the whole fantastic 2 week experience, sure that this would be the last song i'd hear from my favourite band in the world until whenever they next toured my area.

and then... something else happened.

youtube

what?

what??????

?????

we stumbled out of the venue in a daze, clutching a crumpled setlist passed to us by stu and drumsticks from the legendary mickey cavs himself. people kept appearing from the crowd to ask if we were the CD people and slapping us around the shoulders - a few even knew us by bennie's youtube name, which set us off laughing uncontrollably. for a while we just stood in the street by the venue doors letting the tide of people flow past, completely unable to believe what had just happened.

i opened my phone to a flurry of messages from my gizzhead internet friends (shoutout you guys) who'd seen the events unfold on streamus' livestream. just then, streamus himself appeared from around a corner to congratulate us. turns out he's a super chill guy, friendly and hyped about king gizz as ever. he kindly tipped us off to the spot around back of the venue where a bunch of fans were gathered by the stage door. we hung out there with the hardcore fans for a while, listening to everyone's tour stories while nonagon infinity played on a tinny speaker.

the band themselves didn't emerge that night (understandably - they had a 5am start the next day), but we made some cool friends anyway. then, as if we hadn't already had the most insane night, one of gizzard's stage hands quietly approached us from a side door and handed us a bunch of roughly folded sheets of paper. it was the band's chord sheets from the show. we sceamed internally, and probably also externally, and thanked her at least a dozen times. in return she thanked us, saying how if it wasn't for the fans none of the crew would have their jobs. we beamed and couldn't help but ask... did the band really listen to our CD? "yeah!" she said, "they were pumping it on the tour bus!". pretty fucking unreal.

eventually we returned to the hotel room and fell exhausted onto the bed. bennie's youtube was blowing up with "WAS THAT YOU?!" comments, and (half to check it actually was) we pulled up the last few minutes of streamus' video and watched it together, rolling around and squealing in semi-embarrassed glee. and did i mention that acoustic witchcraft (you know, the king gizzard version) was really good? it was really, really, really fucking good. pretty sure when the beat kicked in after the first verse i felt my soul jump out of my chest. it was so special. it was perfect.

🦎✈️🎵

epilogue

we made our way home by national express the next day. after 2 weeks my clothes were dirty, my legs covered in mosh pit bruises, my camera full of several hundred mostly blurry photos, and my heart full of joy and gratitude. which was presently very nearly crushed by arriving at our final bus stop and finding that my luggage had somehow disappeared from the storage hold during the journey. yep... setlists, drumsticks, passport and all. i did cry. but (to cut a long and convoluted story short) thanks to a stroke of very good luck and some excellent detective work from my mum, we managed to retrieve it from an apologetic elderly couple in the next town over. crisis averted, it was time to go back to normal life... for now.

the next week, king gizz announced their 2025 europe residency tour. naturally, we've got tickets to the 3-night run in bulgaria.

HAHA!

BEST BAND IN THE WORLD.

thanks for reading! the end. 🦎✈️🎵❤️

GizzMay 2024 !

(a retrospective tour diary by me)

🦎✈️🎵

king gizzard & the lizard wizard announced their 2024 world tour last november with a promise to "get woke, freak out the right wingers and love each other", so i, a like any normal person working a minimum wage job, immediately bought tickets to six shows.

read about the best 2 weeks of my life here (if you wish)

part 1: hamburg & amsterdam

after half a year of planning, studying google maps, scouring airbnb for cheap rooms and wincing at the cost of transport, me and my lovely girlfriend bennie (the person who first showed me polygondwanaland back in 2019) set off on our long-awaited trip on tuesday 21st may 2024. we were going to follow the band for six shows over two weeks across four countries. neither of us had ever done something like this before.

to kick off the trip, we flew from bristol airport to amsterdam, where we were due to transfer to a flight to hamburg. typically, a thunderstorm meant our hamburg flight was cancelled, so they sent us on a detour to vienna. we ate a slice of airport pizza in austria, tried not to panic and finally rolled into hamburg at around 10pm.

hamburg

the next day (22nd may) was our first gig. with around 4000 people and a 3 hour marathon set, this was gonna be the biggest and longest show of our section of the tour, and the only outdoor one. we queued from 1.30pm (early for europeans!) outside the venue, stadtpark arena. soon, the eerie sound of synths began emanating from inside the gates, then morphing into a soundcheck for the never-played-live-before silver cord, vocoder and all, and excitement amongst the fans was stoked. the weather forecast looked ominous, but spirits were high.

at around 3pm, it started raining. it poured relentlessly on the growing line of gizzheads in ponchos clutching poster tubes and beers for 3 hours until the venue gates finally opened. we ran to the front. we were hyped. we stood for another hour while rain and mist blew around the arena and thousands of fans filed in.

finally, just as the rain died down a bit, king gizz ran out onto the stage. the slightly delirious state induced by 2 oreos for dinner and freezing my tits off for 4 hours was almost as good as drugs. all thought of the water running down my back and legs disappeared. fuck yeah!!! king gizzard!!!

the rain soon came back in full force but we didn't care. float along fill your lungs was a fantastic opener, followed by banger after banger: a nonagon suite, work this time and iron lung (with ambrose braving the weather and emerging out onto the exposed walkway in the chorus to splash around in the puddles), to name a few. then, out rolled the highly anticipated new synth table and the boys launched into the 27 minute long live debut of the silver cord.

personally i was full of joy, whimsy and love for techno so naturally i thought this was fucking awesome, but reactions from the crowd (and from the "online community" a.k.a. redditors... haha) seem to have been mixed. it was 27 minutes long, we were cold and wet, the sound was a bit dodgy, etc etc. whatever. i was vibing extremely hard.

however, any dampened spirits were very quickly raised again by the epic 7 song metal run that ended the show. the crowd went wild - turns out moshing does wonders for the cold. i heard what ended up being 2 of my all time favourite live gizz songs for the first time: organ farmer and motor spirit. it kicked ass.

we made it back to the hotel soaking wet and probably bordering on hypothermic after over 7 hours in the rain. had a hot shower and then spent the rest of the evening attempting to dry our clothes and shoes with a hairdryer before our flight the next day. did not smell good.

🦎✈️🎵

amsterdam

we flew from hamburg to amsterdam schiphol on 23rd may, with at least 5 other gizzheads (easily recognisable by their poster tubes and t shirts) dotted around the plane. we arrived to a beautiful city on a beautiful sunny day and (obviously) headed directly to the weed shops. edibles legally purchased, we dumped our stuff at the airbnb and took the train to the venue: AFAS live.

waiting in the line, it was easy to spot who'd been at stadtpark the night before from the mud on their shoes. but the weather that afternoon was sunny and warm and the line was happily buzzing. we met some cool people including a person in a long yellow coat who was drawing huge oil pastel posters for the show - rad as hell and an iconic figure of the tour (i believe they gave the band a poster that night!).

once in the venue, we settled down by the barrier (it's always worth the wait!) and chatted with some swedish guys and a friendly australian, far from home. the support band was dr sure's unusual practice, a lively melbourne based punk act with a wild-haired wild-eyed frontman, filling in last minute for grace cummings who had to cancel several shows due to illness. they put on a great show, during which stu and lucas surreptitiously appeared to watch the band from the wings a few feet away from us. we gave them a wave, and stu shot us a wink.

the setlist that night was fucking incredible. gizzard opened with the mighty crumbling castle, a song that i'd been dreaming of seeing live ever since i first heard it 5 years ago. it was better than i ever could have hoped, with the weed brownie kicking in and the stage lights becoming kaleidoscopic. the band was energetic and the vibes were electric. stu overshot a high kick, fell on his ass and managed to hop back up without missing a lyric. self immolate - dragon - flamethrower - gila monster was unreal. joey used a quiet moment in pleura to stage-whisper "free palestine!", eliciting cheers.

somewhat hilariously in retrospect, during the hypnotic drone of rattlesnake me and my girlfriend both suddenly realised we were way too high. i have vague memories of the second half of the gig, including the han tyumi suite (REALLY REALLY MAD I MOSTLY MISSED THAT) and an honest-to-god terrifying moment in which joey and ambrose walked to the front of the stage, crouched down and stared directly at us for what felt like an undefinable amount of time. ultimately though - despite our tenuous grip on reality and the fact that we somehow got lost in a train station for an hour on the way home and spent the next full day in a semi-stoned stupor - it was a fantastic show. lesson learned: the dutch do not play about their space cakes.

after a day of recovery (let's just skip over that) and a lovely morning spent wandering around amsterdam taking in the sights, bennie and i made our way back to the airport to say our goodbyes. she was going home and i was travelling on to hit up the northern UK shows. despite knowing we'd see each other again in a week for the acoustic UK finale show in brighton, it was weirdly emotional. i was a little nervous about travelling alone, but excited.

🦎✈️🎵

(end of part 1, part 2 coming soon!)

#TLDR had awesome time saw stu's feet a lot SOMETHING HAPPENED!!!! and caught a lot of national express buses #graaaagh it was so much fun :')) i miss them so baddd #king gizzard & the lizard wizard #kgatlw #king gizzard #tour diary #my posts

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Hello, Talviel! What are funeral traditions of various races? More precisely, what food traditions do families in mourning have? (for example, where i live, people give little bags with sweets to everyone, strangers and relatives, and have a big feast of food with no eggs or dairy on the day of funeral, and then 40th day and one year, and i was wondering what would different tamrielic traditions be)

Funerary food isn't something I've put huge amounts of thought into, as thankfully I haven't attended many funerals. However, I did a bit of digging and asking around, and managed to put together a list for you.

Altmer

The High Elves, right to the grave, find the need to be grandiose, yet dignified. Funeral wakes are an important social gathering, and no expenses are spared by family or friends when it comes to feasting. Everything from roast duck pancakes to almond-stuffed heron breast and vegetable tartines are on offer (as well as a lot of wine), and the more extravagant the feast, the more loved an Altmer was.

Argonians

Funerals are taken very seriously in Argonian customs, and it is traditional, especially for prominent community members, for members of a tribe to band together and make a large, fermented fruit and honey cake that symbolises the life of an individual. The cake is shared amongst funeral guests, but a large chunk is also left as an offering by the grave stake.

Bosmer

The Bosmer tend to save their precious rotmeth for special occasions, funerals included. A special dish of ground bone meal, minced meat, butter, and marrow is commonly eaten at the wake, and washed down with rotmeth as it's quite a dry dish. And no, I'm not going to be elaborating on eating the dead.

Bretons

Casserole dishes are the most common sight at funerals in High Rock, because they're easy to make and feed plenty of people. Macaroni bakes with chicken, tuna, spinach, or cheese are the most common, as well as dishes like fish pie, meatloaf, and scalloped potatoes. It's all hearty, homey food that will temporarily help you forget your sorrows.

Dunmer

House Dunmer funerary practices have thus far been closed to me as an outlander, so I can only speak of one Ashlander funeral I attended. Traditionally, baked ash yams are offered to the dead by each funeral guest, which are then mashed together with a paste of comberry, saltrice, canis root, and gold kanet. The mashed yam is served hot with a rich bone broth, and is eaten together in silence.

Imperials

The Cyrodiilic tradition for those who worship the Nine is generally a full spread of food with as many comforting small dishes as possible. Usually, friends and family will bring a dish each, leading to proper feasts if the deceased was popular. While there is no specific taboo on what foods can or cannot be eaten, strong flavours are uncommon and sometimes even frowned upon. Things you can expect to find are slaughterfish cakes, dill salad, grilled haloumi, and eggplant bake.

Khajiit

Moon sugar sweetens an otherwise painful affair when death is concerned in Elsweyr, and flavours are used to convey the unique characteristics of every Khajiit's life. Normally, a dish for every emotion is served: steamed bittergourd to represent bitterness, chilis to represent passion, and sour to represent surprise. Moon sugar, used ritually, reflects the Sands Behind the Stars. Loved ones carefully curate a flavour map of every life, making sure that their memory lingers on in every bite of moon sugar ever after.

Nords

In Skyrim, everyone wants to go to Sovngarde one day. When someone dies, we customarily eat what myths tell us of the food in Sovngarde (which I've seen with my own eyes and can personally attest to). Barrels of ale and mead are there to drown your sorrow, and there is an abundance of roasted meats, bread, entire cheese wheels, desserts, and much more. Different Holds also have different traditions; for example, Haafingar funerals always feature cinnamon donuts.

Orcs

Nobody puts the fun in funeral like the Orcs, which can sometimes be shocking to outsiders. Feasts are standard in clan strongholds, but feature a staple number of dishes. Fried polenta with glacier tomatoes, spit-roasted mammoth, game stew, cheese pasties, and all the bread you can eat are usually present, as well as any dishes favoured by the deceased. I once heard of a chieftain's son who loved taffy treats so much that he had an entire hill of them in the centre of the courtyard for his funeral.

Redguards

Funerals are a sombre affair for the Redguards, so food is not of huge importance. Usually, small snacks and canapés will be on offer, as well as wine and cold water. Like the Imperials, the normally flavourful local tastes are toned down out of respect for the dead. Mint yoghurt with pulled lamb on flatbread, falafel, and baked eggplant are some of the things you can expect.

#Asks #Funerals #Funeral #Cooking #Food #tastesoftamriel #tastes of tamriel #world building #Worldbuilding

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certifiedslag · 3 years ago

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just a list of comforting or fascinating things that i like:

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- art nouveau furniture/architecture

- the phrase and the song, femme fatale

- terracotta/ clay bowls

- dsquared2 milan fall 2004 runway

- the film: lock, stock, and two smoking barrels

- transpersonal psychology

- brad pitt in fight club and snatch

- the tarot card, high priestess

- malachite and carnelian

- penny lane and sapphire from almost famous

- falafel wraps and bibimbap

- beaded curtains

- sleeping in men’s boxers or tartan pyjamas bottoms

- the roberto cavalli spring 2017 runway

- the seven hermetic principals

- the rose/dance of Venus (aka Venus’ and earth’s 8yr orbital pattern)

- the sweet potato/ cumin daal that my mum makes

- afghan coats{preferably suede}

- hot vegetable samosas

- eating any citrus when stoned

- thierry mugler autum/winter 1997-1998 {paris haute couture} runway

- keanu reeves’ performance in the film; my private idaho

- the aphex twin songs “alberto balsalm” , “ageispolis” and “#3”

- pottery, particularly when they throw pots on the spinning wheel

- wes wilson psychedelic posters

- homemade pasta sauces especially if you eventually eat the pasta out of the pan

- the GQ Tie me up, tie me down photoshoot featuring Joseph Gordon Levitt and Claudia Schiffer

- the Jimi Hendrix experience

- the book- britpop and the 90s: while we were getting high

- pretty much anything by thievery corporation

- the film lost in translation

- eating affagato in the summer heat

#about myself #girlblogging #pinterest #lizzy grant #jimi hendrix #runway #rockstar gf #female manipulator #spirituality

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canyouhearmeow · 3 years ago

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11 , 17 , 20 , 27 for the ask game - from iamsayer ^_^

11. Best character (main or minor; artificial or human) to share brunch with

corrine vasquez and dr. grant seem fun to hang out with. milfs <3

17. Roadtrip with all the main characters! Who do you hand the aux cord to, who gets to drive, who brings the snacks, who's responsible for navigating?

young is at the wheel and hale is riding shotgun. future and sayer are sitting at the back at opposite ends, with speaker sandwiched between the two to prevent any scuffles (yes the AIs inhibit physical bodies in this one)

i think a lot abt non-corporeal beings experiencing the joys of the physical world, so i can imagine each of the AIs bringing meals and snacks they've tried and absolutely loved. for old times' sake sayer brings falafel, made from scratch and based on a recipe sayer tried and perfected, and which it (he?) insists is highly nutritional and filling, and that there will be no need for any of the horrid junk foods future brought. young weeps bc it's infinitely tastier than the garbage they had back on typhon. hale cries bc it's the spiciest thing he's ever had. (and much to sayer's dismay, everyone scarfs down future's snacks as well) (sayer begrudgingly accepts some sour gummy worms from future and ends up eating the whole bag by himself)

speaker, who brought a big bag of artisanal honey sweets, insists on making everyone listen to its (their???) deathgrind playlist. future and young love it; hale, not so much, but he's too polite to say anything and besides, everyone else seems to be having fun! except sayer, who's got its headphones on and is listening to audio books, or trying to

the planning was left to young and sayer, with some input from hale (and by input i mean resolving any disagreements) (and by resolving any disagreements i mean getting increasingly distressed at their arguing until young and sayer agree to find a compromise)

20. A song/poem/piece of art that reminds you of [specify character here]

speaking of deathgrind, Cattle Decapitation's Death Atlas album is very misanthropic in a way that reminds me a lot of ocean and s5-s1 sayer (so misanthropic it's almost goofy)

also here's a fun fact! this album was released in november 2019 and has a track called 'Bring the Plague Back'. the following month the first known case of covid was identified :)

27. Speculation time - what's your best guess about what Research Facility Zeta's whole deal is?

what about it?? it's a spooky research facility with man-made horrors beyond anyone's comprehension. and i dont want it explained, ever

#sayer ask meme #ty!!! <3 #.txt

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roguedallas · 3 years ago

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@buglesgirlfriday: ❝ i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here. ❞

❝ ‘scuse me? ❞ legs are crossed at the ankle, resting on jameson’s desk as the bugle’s newest nuisance makes himself at home in publisher’s rather cozy office, posture stiffening a bit at the sudden ‘intrusion’. dark, curious eyes move slowly as they take in the less-than-amused looking brunette, her arms crossed, lips a thin line as another comment sits in her throat. sharp little teeth bare themselves in a wolfish smile as he just sits up — just for her. ❝ you must be miss brant — betty, right? i’ve read a few of your articles, very nice investigative work. ❞

jameson said to leave the rest of the bugle staff outta this, he’s only interested in parker. the reminding thought feels like a sticky note barely hanging onto the back of his mind, and with a glance at his watch ( and the realization that jameson probably wouldn’t be back in the office for another hour ) metaphorical parchment is lost to the depths, accompanied by his better judgement. ❝ y’know, miss brant, ❞ the wheels of jonah’s chair squeak with his weight as he pushes back from the desk, taking a second to rolls his shoulders before he stands, sauntering towards the door, ❝ seems it’ll still be a good while until mr. jameson makes an appearance ‘round here but uh, if yer’ not too busy at the moment, there’s this cute little falafel place just a few blocks from here — my treat, of course. ❞

#buglesgirlfriday #✪ → ⌈𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐍⌋ ic / ask.#✪ → ⌈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐓⌋ v / scorpion.#aine i'm so fucking sorry i'm sending betty and her patience my condolences #love thinking about dallas' days as 'mac gargan' and before he became scorp #also the way it took me literal hours write one (1) line of dialogue because i don't know how to write flirting without it being cringe #DKJFGHLKDJFGH #anyway i'm so happy to see you on the dash again i missed you and betty <3

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reggae-fusion-food · 1 year ago

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From Wheels to Meals: Vernon's Food Truck Extravaganza

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shadyelizabeth · 3 years ago

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February 14, 2022

Dear Nick,

Remember how I said that I would have lots of questions? Today’s questions are as follows: Is Cupid real? Or a version of Cupid? Is the Easter Bunny real? Is the movie Rise of the Guardians based off of real life events?

I think I would actually lose my shit if you told me that Cupid or Eros and the other Greek gods were real. Like, my reality would probably just crumble . . . So I take my questions back. You don’t have to tell me. At least not now. I’ll ask again. My curiosity will eventually get the best of me.

Anyways! It’s Valentine’s Day, and I kinda hate it. For two reasons: commercialism and glitter. (And for the sake of honesty and hoping you don’t break up with me, I didn’t really like Christmas for those two reasons as well, but meeting you definitely changed my position on the holiday!) I just hate the idea of waiting for a specific day out of the year to treat someone well. Like, you don’t have to wait until Valentine’s Day to spoil me. I will take chocolates and flowers and date night any time!

And, yeah, maybe I’m a little bitter because, for the first time in years, I have someone I actually want to spend Valentine’s Day with and we’re literally worlds apart! And I’m not saying there should be retribution because I feel like that would land me on the Naughty List, but if there was retribution, I feel like it would be justified.

But now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, let me tell you what we would be doing if you were here.

Traditionally, in a heterosexual relationship, the man takes the lead, but since this would be your first Valentine’s Day, I’d plan everything.

First, we’re gonna eat. We’d go to a food truck festival, or whatever they’re called, because it’s an experience like you’ve never had before. Sure, you get to travel around the world on your dad’s sleight, and you’ve probably stopped and eaten at some pretty amazing places, but all those foods you probably enjoy have never all been in the same place. I’m talking falafel, gyros, street corn and taco, fried fish, or dumplings. And the dessert! Baklava, gelato and sorbet, beignets and funnel cakes, or just some good ol’ cotton candy, if it tickles your fancy. We’d both get what we wanted to try and then meet somewhere in the middle, taking bites off each other’s plates and sharing our favorites.

Once we’d stuffed our faces, we’d go burn off some of those calories at a rollerink. Have you ever been rollerskating before? If not, I think you’d really enjoy it. Even though it’s just going around in circles while wearing shoes with wheels that God only knows how many other people have also worn, there is something so freeing about it.

I think it’s partially because of the music; you get to kind of groove and glide, but I think it’s also because it’s something you can do no matter how old you get. There’s this group of rollerskating grandpas I follow on social media, and they always make me smile! (Maybe, over Christmas, we can get your whole family to go! Santa on Skates would be a sight to behold!)

Assuming we’d worked up a sweat, I would take you back to my apartment where we would take a long and luxurious candle lit bubble bath with rose petals and champagne. I’d put on a playlist of soft pop love songs and feed you chocolate covered strawberries between kisses.

When the water started to cool, we’d move to my bedroom where I’d give you a full body massage with peppermint scented oil since I know that’s your favorite flavor. (Forewarning: the rest of this is for your eyes only! PLEASE do not let any of your siblings read the rest of this!) I’d have you lay on your back, first, naked, of course, and I would start at your feet, kneading deeply into the soles, knowing how sore and tender they are from how busy you stay, making sure all the little boys and girls will get the gifts their little hearts desire when Christmas next rolls around. Then, I’d move up to your calves and your thighs, peppering little kisses along the way.

I’d pay special attention to your hips, knowing how tight they can get from sitting behind a desk all day when you have to do paperwork. (Do you have a desk? Or is it your dad’s desk? Of course, I’m assuming here that not everything is elven magic and gift wrapping. Y’all have to have some kind of filing system, right? . . . I know: not sexy. I’ll get back to our date.) I’d trail kisses along the inside of your thighs, getting you excited enough to be desperate for more, and because I’m such a wonderful girlfriend, I’d offer you some relief. I’d give you a preview of the happy ending you’re absolutely guaranteed to get, but it’d be just a preview. I wouldn’t want to end our fun too early. *insert winky face*

For the upper half of your body, I’d straddle your waist, and yes, I’m still naked too. You’d be able to feel my desire just as much as I can feel yours. You’d wiggle your hips, groaning as you felt how wet I was, slicking it all against your cock, and you’d want to thrust up and in, making two equal one, but I’d bite your nipple hard enough to hurt but soft enough to be pleasurable. You’d hiss through your teeth and throw your arm over your eyes and say, “You’re killing me, woman!” I’d reward you with a kiss on the lips.

We’d continue to grind against each other while I massaged your torso and arms, neck and shoulders—a slow dance with no music. Finally, when you were all pliant and loose, I’d have you roll over onto your stomach and start on your back, kneading strong and deep. I’d make sure to spend extra time on your shoulders and upper back, working to release the tension, before moving lower and lower and lower until I reached that perfect butt of yours, all perky and round. I’d give it a nice hard smack, watching your creamy skin turn rosy red, right before I spread your cheeks and dove in.

The sound you’d make would be something you didn’t even know you were capable of producing, but it would be pure pleasure and it would turn me on in ways you couldn’t imagine. I’d kiss your inner thigh and say, “I want you to tell me how much you love it,” before sliding my tongue back across your rosebud (because I love it when you’re vocal).

When you tell me you want more—you want me—I’d roll you back over. Your cock would be standing straight up in the air, and my mouth would be as wet as my pussy, salivating, wanting to get another taste of your skin and your precum, but you’d shake your head because your brain is functioning fully on primal instincts and you’re currently incapable of forming words. You’d pull me up and flip us over so I’m on my back and you’re on top of me. You’d look me directly in the eyes as you buried yourself inside of me, capturing my lips with yours and swallowing my moan.

Then, I imagine, you would proceed to fuck me senseless. So good that by the time we’re done, we’d probably both end up on the Naughty List.

. . . This was a bad idea. Now, I’m horny and alone and I miss you.

I really wish you were here, Nick.

These next ten months are going to be excruciatingly slow . . . but I know what I can do to at least pass a little bit of time.

I’ll be thinking of you.

Fondly,

Samira

January | March

#lovelink #lovelink: nick #letters to nick #little saint nick #samira #valentine's day #this is kinda smutty #smut adjacent #nick klaus #february 2022 #valentine’s day #happy valentine's day

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