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[justalittlesolarpunk]

I’ve teased it. You’ve waited. I’ve procrastinated. You’ve probably forgotten all about it.

But now, finally, I’m here with my solarpunk resources masterpost!

YouTube Channels:

Andrewism

The Solarpunk Scene

Solarpunk Life

Solarpunk Station

Our Changing Climate

Podcasts:

The Joy Report

How To Save A Planet

Demand Utopia

Solarpunk Presents

Outrage and Optimisim

From What If To What Next

Solarpunk Now

Idealistically

The Extinction Rebellion Podcast

The Landworkers' Radio

Wilder

What Could Possibly Go Right?

Frontiers of Commoning

The War on Cars

The Rewild Podcast

Solacene

Imagining Tomorrow

Books (Fiction):

Ursula K. Le Guin: The Left Hand of Darkness The Dispossessed The Word for World is Forest

Becky Chambers: A Psalm for the Wild-Built A Prayer for the Crown-Shy

Phoebe Wagner: When We Hold Each Other Up

Phoebe Wagner, Bronte Christopher Wieland: Sunvault: Stories of Solarpunk and Eco-Speculation

Brenda J. Pierson: Wings of Renewal: A Solarpunk Dragon Anthology

Gerson Lodi-Ribeiro: Solarpunk: Ecological and Fantastical Stories in a Sustainable World

Justine Norton-Kertson: Bioluminescent: A Lunarpunk Anthology

Sim Kern: The Free People’s Village

Ruthanna Emrys: A Half-Built Garden

Sarina Ulibarri: Glass & Gardens

Books (Non-fiction):

Murray Bookchin: The Ecology of Freedom

George Monbiot: Feral

Miles Olson: Unlearn, Rewild

Mark Shepard: Restoration Agriculture

Kristin Ohlson: The Soil Will Save Us

Rowan Hooper: How To Spend A Trillion Dollars

Anna Lowenhaupt Tsing: The Mushroom At The End of The World

Kimberly Nicholas: Under The Sky We Make

Robin Wall Kimmerer: Braiding Sweetgrass

David Miller: Solved

Ayana Johnson, Katharine Wilkinson: All We Can Save

Jonathan Safran Foer: We Are The Weather

Colin Tudge: Six Steps Back To The Land

Edward Wilson: Half-Earth

Natalie Fee: How To Save The World For Free

Kaden Hogan: Humans of Climate Change

Rebecca Huntley: How To Talk About Climate Change In A Way That Makes A Difference

Christiana Figueres, Tom Rivett-Carnac: The Future We Choose

Jonathon Porritt: Hope In Hell

Paul Hawken: Regeneration

Mark Maslin: How To Save Our Planet

Katherine Hayhoe: Saving Us

Jimmy Dunson: Building Power While The Lights Are Out

Paul Raekstad, Sofa Saio Gradin: Prefigurative Politics

Andreas Malm: How To Blow Up A Pipeline

Phoebe Wagner, Bronte Christopher Wieland: Almanac For The Anthropocene

Chris Turner: How To Be A Climate Optimist

William MacAskill: What We Owe To The Future

Mikaela Loach: It's Not That Radical

Miles Richardson: Reconnection

David Harvey: Spaces of Hope Rebel Cities

Eric Holthaus: The Future Earth

Zahra Biabani: Climate Optimism

David Ehrenfeld: Becoming Good Ancestors

Stephen Gliessman: Agroecology

Chris Carlsson: Nowtopia

Jon Alexander: Citizens

Leah Thomas: The Intersectional Environmentalist

Greta Thunberg: The Climate Book

Jen Bendell, Rupert Read: Deep Adaptation

Seth Godin: The Carbon Almanac

Jane Goodall: The Book of Hope

Vandana Shiva: Agroecology and Regenerative Agriculture

Amitav Ghosh: The Great Derangement

Minouche Shafik: What We Owe To Each Other

Dieter Helm: Net Zero

Chris Goodall: What We Need To Do Now

Aldo Leopold: A Sand County Almanac

Jeffrey Jerome Cohen, Stephanie Foote: The Cambridge Companion To The Environmental Humanities

Bella Lack: The Children of The Anthropocene

Hannah Ritchie: Not The End of The World

Chris Turner: How To Be A Climate Optimist

Kim Stanley Robinson: Ministry For The Future

Fiona Mathews, Tim Kendall: Black Ops & Beaver Bombing

Jeff Goodell: The Water Will Come

Lynne Jones: Sorry For The Inconvenience But This Is An Emergency

Helen Crist: Abundant Earth

Sam Bentley: Good News, Planet Earth!

Timothy Beal: When Time Is Short

Andrew Boyd: I Want A Better Catastrophe

Kristen R. Ghodsee: Everyday Utopia

Elizabeth Cripps: What Climate Justice Means & Why We Should Care

Kylie Flanagan: Climate Resilience

Chris Johnstone, Joanna Macy: Active Hope

Mark Engler: This is an Uprising

Anne Therese Gennari: The Climate Optimist Handbook

Magazines:

Solarpunk Magazine

Positive News

Resurgence & Ecologist

Ethical Consumer

Films (Fiction):

How To Blow Up A Pipeline

The End We Start From

Woman At War

Black Panther

Star Trek

Tomorrowland

Films (Documentary):

2040: How We Can Save The Planet

The People vs Big Oil

Wild Isles

The Boy Who Harnessed The Wind

Generation Green New Deal

Planet Earth III

Video Games:

Terra Nil

Animal Crossing

Gilded Shadows

Anno 2070

Stardew Valley

RPGs:

Solarpunk Futures

Perfect Storm

Advocacy Groups:

A22 Network

Extinction Rebellion

Greenpeace

Friends of The Earth

Green New Deal Rising

Apps:

Ethy

Sojo

BackMarket

Depop

Vinted

Olio

Buy Nothing

Too Good To Go

Websites:

European Co-housing

UK Co-housing

US Co-housing

Brought By Bike (connects you with zero-carbon delivery goods)

ClimateBase (find a sustainable career)

Environmentjob (ditto)

Businesses (🤢):

Ethical Superstore

Hodmedods

Fairtransport/Sail Cargo Alliance

Let me know if you think there’s anything I’ve missed!

[ravennaortiz]

October 6th is Yandere Tig with the prompt: How did you know that? Requested by the lovely @aimkatsz. As always 18+

Dark content divider courtesy @cafekitsune

“Fuck” muttered Tig as he slammed the trunk shut. What have I done? He thought to himself as he slammed his fist down on the cold metal. How could he have fucked up so badly? What was he thinking? He had been flying to close to the sun. His love and passion had blinded him. Dulled the smooth, cold calculating criminal mentality he possessed. Once he was calm he took another look around the dark street before slipping into the driver’s seat and making his way to a hideout outside of town.

Two hours prior

You were sipping your Merlot as you listened to the man across from you tell you a story from his time in the Marines. You at first had been unsure when he had asked you out for dinner last week. While you found the blue eyed, curly haired man attractive. He had trouble spelled out very neatly on the leather vest he wore. Though tonight he had surprised you by showing up in a dark black button up and black jeans. He had even brought you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers by surprise and took you to what happened to be your favorite restaurant.

You were surprised how much fun you were having. You had not expected to have as much as common as you did. He loved animals, especially cats. Had a small plant collection he was obsessed over, painted and did woodworking in his free time. The two of you already had a second date planned for you to check out his workshop. Though you had an ulterior motive of wanting to meet his cats.

“You know Alexander if I didn’t know better I’d think you had been stalking me” you giggled later as the wine made you bold.

“Just coincidence Doll. I’m a perfect gentlemen” replied Tig as he raised his hands up in defense as he laughed. Though you were not to far from the truth. While Tig had only shown himself to you a couple weeks ago he had known you for six months. He had been head over heels the moment you had passed him on the highway out of Lodi. You had been carefree and singing to your hearts delight. Not a care in the world as you sipped past him. Your perfume tickling his nose as he caught a whiff on the breeze.

He had followed you for a few miles. Pulling off and parking a few spots over from you at a rest stop. He took note of your make and model. Jotting down the license plate. He walked and got himself a drink out of the vending machine while you went into the bathroom. The dress you had on hugging every delicious curve. The sway of your hips had him tight in the jeans as his mind wandered to what your flesh would feel like in his hands.

Once he had gotten back to Charming he had Juice look you up under the guise of club business. He had been disappointed to find out you had a boyfriend, but that didn’t last for long. Poor guy hadn’t taken a hike like Tig had suggested. So like the other men you chose to go on dates with over the last six months he met an early demise in the local crematorium.

Tig had been in your house many times. Sleeping and masturbating in your bed when you were out of town. Hell he even had taken to sneaking in and watching you touch yourself before falling asleep at night. He had stolen at least twenty pairs of panties over the last few months. He was bold leaving glasses out, cumming on your bed, clothes or in your shower and just leaving it. He knew he was getting obsessive. That what he was doing was wrong but he couldn’t stop. Not until he had you all to himself. He had wanted you to want him on your own. All was going fine until the slip up.

“How did you know that?!” you demanded again as you stared wide eyed at Tig. His eyes met yours as his fingers hovered over your alarm system. You had just watched your date put your alarm code in. A code he should not know. You felt icy cold as terror swept over you. You went to bolt but the wine had you stumbling and the man was too quick.

Present

You lay bound and gagged in the trunk for who knows how long. You had long since cried yourself out. You were numb and just wanted to wake up from this nightmare. You heard the car to turn onto gravel before cutting off. The slam of a car door jolted you before the door to the trunk popped open. It was still dark but the sun could be seen starting to brighten the horizon.

“Welcome home Doll” murmured Tig as he scooped you out of the trunk and carried you towards a cabin. Eventually you would love him and be the perfect little wife.

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[rabbitcruiser]

Zinfandel Day

Zinfandel Day is celebrated on November 17 every year, and we’re going to show you how you can indulge in the excitement. Zinfandel is a type of black-skinned grape that is typically used for making wines. The grapes are known for their high sugar content, which is useful for making wines with an alcohol percentage of more than 15%. The Zinfandel, also known as Primitivo, grows best in a warm but not too hot climate. Its taste varies, depending on the ripeness of the grapes. Zinfandel Day was created in the United Kingdom to give recognition to this exquisite variety of grapes.

History of Zinfandel Day

It is said that the Zinfandel grapes were discovered in the Mediterranean region around 6000 B.C. Shortly after that period, winemaking became prevalent. Zinfandel was found in parts of Croatia, but a lot of the plantation was wiped out by the phylloxera epidemic. The Zinfandel’s genetic structure closely resembles that of Primitivo, which was found in Italy in the 1800s. It was first recognized by the European Union that Primitivo would be a synonym for Zinfandel in 1990. Today both Zinfandel and Primitivo are used interchangeably.

In 1930, Zinfandel agriculture was affected greatly, first by the Great Depression and then by the Prohibition that followed. By the 1960s, Zinfandel was already being referred to as the “lost vine and wine.” In 2002, the Crljenak Kaštelanski variety was discovered in Croatia, and winemakers started mixing Zinfandel and Crljenak Kaštelanski. Soon after, the wine production again rose to prominence. The wines were made mostly in parts of Puglia or Lodi (Croatia).

The Zinfandel Advocates and Producers were formed in the United States for “the preservation, education, and appreciation” of the Zinfandel grapes. Zinfandel Day was created to show love and appreciation toward the Zinfandel grape and the wines produced from it, namely Rombauer, Artezin, Pedroncelli, and Robert Biale. Wine lovers also held Zinfandel tasting days in San Francisco. Zinfandel Day quickly spread to Europe, especially the United Kingdom. It became a day of celebrating one of the world’s most favorite vines and wines.

Zinfandel Day timeline

6000 B.C. Zinfandel Grapes are Discovered

Zinfandel grapes are discovered in the Mediterranean region.

1880 Primitivo is Born

Primitivo, a close relative of the Zinfandel grapes, is found in Italy.

1930 Zinfandel is Almost Extinct

Zinfandel production suffers greatly because of the Great Depression and Prohibition.

1990s Zinfandel Day

Zinfandel Day is created by the Zinfandel Advocates and Producers (ZAP), to honor Zinfandel grapes and the wines made from them.

Zinfandel Day FAQs

How many wine days are celebrated?

There are about 17 national wine day celebrations — from simple wine-drinking days to more specific wine celebrations such as Mulled Wine Day, Zinfandel Day, and Sauvignon Blanc Day.

What does Zinfandel wine taste like?

The taste of the Zinfandel wines depends on the ripeness of the grapes. It might be sweet, semi-sweet, or dry.

What is the difference between Merlot and Zinfandel?

Merlot adds a plummy flavor to the wine. Zinfandel has a rich blackberry/raspberry or pepper flavor and is less bitter compared with the Merlot.

Zinfandel Day Activities

Drink Zinfandel wines

Share it on social media

Read more about Zinfandel grape history

What better way to celebrate Zinfandel Day than to taste some exotic Zinfandel wines? Pour yourself a glass of Zinfandel wines such as Rombauer or Artezin and enjoy the juicy, sweet taste of Zinfandel grapes. Enjoy your drink with friends and family.

Let everyone know that you're celebrating this day. Take pictures of you enjoying some Zinfandel wine with friends and share them on social media. You can also write articles on the origins of Zinfandel grapes and post them online.

Use this day to improve your knowledge. Read more about the historical origins of the Zinfandel grapes — how they were discovered, and how they became one of the most loved grape varieties among wine lovers.

5 Facts About Zinfandel That Will Blow Your Mind

It is used in cranberry sauce

It is a heritage grape

It has wings

White Zin was created in 1972

Austria brought Zinfandel to the U.S.

Zinfandel grapes are sometimes used to give the cranberry sauce a spicy flavor.

The Zinfandel grape is considered by the people of California to be their heritage grape.

The Zinfandel grapevine always has a side branch growing outwards that gives an appearance of a wing.

White Zin was created by the Sutter Home in 1972.

It is said that the Zinfandel was brought to the U.S. by Croatia, under Austrian rule.

Why We Love Zinfandel Day

We appreciate Zinfandel grapes and wines

It gives us an occasion to come together as a family

We improve our knowledge

Zinfandel grapes are some of the most popular grape varieties on the planet. Yet, we feel as though they do not get the recognition they deserve. Zinfandel allows us to appreciate this magnificent variety of grapes and the tasty, high-quality wines produced from them.

This day is to be celebrated with friends and family. Zinfandel Day gives us the chance to invite neighbors or family members over for a few glasses of Zinfandel wines, and a chance to bond with each other.

This is also a day of learning. This day allows us to learn more about the origins of Zinfandel grapes and wines. We learn about how the zinfandel grape almost went to extinction but survived and became one of the most popular red wine grapes on the planet.

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[manestjerne]

Let me save you

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship

A/N: That’s my first ff about SOA, I have some ideas, I’m not sure about continuing it but I’ll try. Hope you’ll enjoy reading that story and wait for another parts🫶🏻

I moved to Lodi and just started to get settled down here, rented a nice apartment , got a fresh job as a bartender. Everything was looking great, until my ex started trying to contact me again. We didn’t love each other for such a long time, my hopes for him leaving me alone left my soul after that one message, but I still tried to find my peace here. I left my old life in LA, all the car races, my house and “friends”. The only thing I took with me was money. And some hopes for a better life, but let’s leave that for now. I didn’t know anybody here, but that wasn’t a problem, I actually wanted to be alone. A few people I met at work became my new friends. Them and some customers were enough for me to keep being socialised.

One night I was serving a few of our regulars and two groups of random teenagers when this guy came in. His leather cutte and a mohawk surrounded by tribal tattoos were enough for me to tell that he’s nothing good, but the boredom got over.

- Uhm, hi - he sounded a little shy, but his smile said something else

His smile was different.

- Hi - I said right away with my “be nice to all the customers” smile glued to my face - what can I get you?

- Just a beer, please.

- There you go - I handed him a glass - where’s your crew at? - I said before I could bite my tongue. Looking at all the patches sewed up to his leather I could tell right away he’s a part of an MC, and they usually came in groups.

- Where’s your customer smile at? - he said with a little smile

I realised that my confusion must’ve been more visible than my smile so I changed my look right away but got a little stressed, he must’ve seen that.

- Oh, sorry. I was joking. My guys went home but I needed a little reset and that was the first bar I saw on my way.

- Yeah, okay. Can I get you anything else?

- Not now, thank you - That smile again. That damn smile.

I went back to polishing glasses, not wanting to catch his glaze again. I felt him staring at me, I wanted to talk with him, but why would I. I heard him tapping lightly with his fingers on the surface of the bar. Why would I ask about his club that way.

- Sorry Miss, can you pour me another one?

I looked at his glass, almost full.

- Is there something wrong with this one?

- No, but I see I can’t get your attention any other way.

I couldn’t say anything, just poured him another beer with a little smile.

- That’s on the house - I said handing him the glass and turning away

- I’m Juice - he said and I couldn’t help myself from turning back his way

- Juice? - I said trying to sound as serious as I could

- Well, actually it’s Juan, but everyone call me Juice.

- Okay, Juice. I’m y/n, nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too. Is it always this quiet here? You seem kinda bored.

Woah. Wait. Can he actually read my emotions? I stopped for a moment and thought about my last relationship. Nah, he’s just trying a small talk.

- Well, it’s not always this quiet, but it doesn’t mean that I’m bored. I actually like this job, it’s pretty chill comparing to my previous one.

- And what was that?

- I’m a nurse - I said without hestitation, but then I saw it. A bruise right under his eye. Scratched knuckles. Why didn’t I notice it earlier?

Please don’t try hitting up on me. Don’t start the “I’d use a private nurse” talk. I beg you, please don’t screw this nice conversation up.

And he didn’t. He actually looked a bit impressed.

- A nurse behind a bar? That’s… not common. - his smile grew wider as he got more comfortable with our talk

- Well, I need a little bit of relax after saving so many lives - I winked and headed to the guy at the other side of the bar.

- Sorry, could you-

- You don’t need to get a drink every time you want to talk to me, Juice - I cut him off making my way back to him. He looked abashed, but I couldn’t let him dominate our conversation. - just ask what you want to know.

- Are you new here? I haven’t seen you before

I laughed.

- You said it was the first bar on your way, you’re not a regular - another confused look on his face. He’s not as outgoing as the others. And I should be nice, he’s still just a customer - but your spider sense is good, I moved here about two months ago.

- And where’d you move from? - smile started crawling back at his face again

- LA. Yeah, the city of angles, please don’t try that, I’m just staring to like you a little - he looked at me with a full smile now - And you, Juan? Are you from here?

- Actually I’m from Queens.

- Ha! See? Spider-sense, I knew that - my nerd side showed up, but I didn’t care, he really seemed like a nice guy.

The night went by really fast. Juice kept me company and left about half an hour before my shift finished. I got home, took a quick shower and went straight to bed. There could be more customers like him. I laid down thinking about my last job, wondering if any of the hospitals I applied to will call me. It’s been over two months, they would’ve called already. But maybe they don’t need anybody now. Maybe they will in a month. Or two. I kinda missed my old job, working with all kind of people, not only drunk old men and teenagers. But it didn’t quite matter now. I was free, I just started a new life, that’s what matters. I crawled under the covers and caught myself thinking about him and his damn smile. Maybe he’ll come again. Maybe he liked me too and will want to know more about me like I wan to know about him. Maybe he will. I thought and fell asleep. Maybe he will.

[yourimagines]

You meet the Diaz brothers at the gym and slowly becomes friends with them. Maybe a bit more than friends with one of them

Thank you!!

It’s a longer story and it will be a serie, the next part will be up soon

I hope you like it

Gym friends p.1

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: swearing, fluff

Y/N POV

I walked into the gym, second time here as a newcomer at this place. “Hello miss Y/L/N.” The older lady from the reception said. “Hello mrs Carter.” She smiles as I signed in. I walked further to the locker rooms and changed into my sport clothes. I left the rest in a locker and walked to the bicycles. I hopped on top of one and started my exercise. As I was busy I saw in front of me the BJJ class beginning in the room next to the gym. The other room was visible because of the large see through glass that separated the two rooms. “They are here every Wednesday.” A young girl next to me said. “They are?” “Yes, they use the gym as well, the rest of the week the are in Lodi for there training.” I nodded at her, carefully looking back at the jiujitsu players. “How long is a session?” “Normally 50 minutes when they are here and after that they hit the gym for their cardio training.” “Cool.” “It is but it’s a very close group, they don’t really like new people.” I hummed and watched them subtle roll around the ground.

I started to walk on the treadmill. Looking at the tv screens, a fight was on the tv. “Idiots.” I heard next to me, I looked next to me to see who was talking. Two guys started to use the treadmills and one of them looked at me “What’s sup?” They other guy was looking at me as well now. “Nothing, I thought you said something to me, sorry.” I quickly looked back at the tv screens. ‘They look a bit imitating tho.’ I started to build the pace up and focused on my breathing.

——the next week——

I walked up to the reception and signed in and went straight to the locker room. I changed clothes and placed the rest in a locker. I walked to the bicycles and started my exercise. The BJJ class just started. The two imitating guys from last week were there too. As I was watching one of the guys looked eye’s with me. I got nervous and looked away. ‘Oh god, he saw me looking. They think I’m weird now.’ I looked down at my hands, not having the courage to look up again.

I was slow running on the treadmill when I saw in the corner of my eyes the two guys from last week joining the other treadmills. ‘Great.’ I looked at the tv screens a they were showing an fight. The fight was a heavy one, both covered in blood, rolling around the ground. “What a maniac is that guy.” I quietly said to myself as the guy covered in blood won. “You think that?” I looked next to me. The two guys were looking at me. “Yes but not in a bad way.” One of the guys smiled at me. “Thanks, I guess.” I took a good look at his face. “That you?” “Yes that’s me, I’m Nate and this is my brother Nick Diaz.” His brother nodded at me. I shyly smiled at them. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N.” Nick nodded and turned his head away. “But thanks for the compliment then.” “Yeah, it’s a good fight.” I looked away from them, feeling extremely nervous. ‘Let’s leave.’ I stopped the treadmill and walked quickly away to the locker rooms.

—— 2 weeks later——

I walked in later than normal in the gym. The people from BJJ were already in the gym themselves. I walked up to the treadmills. Nick and Nate were already there. I stepped onto the treadmill and slowly began to walk. “Hello, haven’t seen you in awhile. Nick thought we scared you away.” I looked at them and smiled. “Scared no, nervous yes.” Nick smiles at me. “Do you like BJJ? I see you often watch us.” That question came in as a surprise. “Uhh, it looks fun but I don’t know.” He nods. “If you want you can join us.” I slowly nodded. “Thank you.” I said a bit quieter. I saw Nate tap on his brothers arm. Nick nods at him and stops talking to me. I looked back to the tv screens and breathe out the air I was holding from the conversation. ‘They are nice but I’m to awkward for this.’

I was done and stopped the treadmill. When I stepped off from it. The Diaz brothers did the same. “Before you leave I want you to give you my number, Incase you want to try out bjj.” Nick looked a bit nervous for my feelings, cracking his fingers and looking around us. “Okay, sure.” I grabbed my phone and gave it to him. “Thanks.” He mumbled under his breath. He was typing away on my phone and gave it right back to me. “Just text me if you are interested.” I nodded at him. “I will, thank you.” I waved them goodbye and went to the locker room. I looked down at my phone and saw he texted himself with my phone.

—— two days later——

I was sitting on the sofa at home when I saw I’ve got a text message from Nick. Nick and I started to text each other later that day. Now we are texting back and forth.

Nick👊🏻: I’m in Lodi today, you wanna hang out?

Me: sure, where and time?

Nick👊🏻: gym at 2?

Me: sure, see you in a minute

I looked at the time, one hour till we meet. Let’s eat something before we go. I got up and made myself some food.

I arrived at the gym and saw Nick waiting for me. “Hey.” He smiled at me. “Hey, are you here by foot?” I nodded. “Yes I always walk to the gym.” “Is it far from your home.” I shrugged a bit. “Uhh 30 minutes.” “You are not walking back, I’ll drive you. 30 minutes alone here on these streets, you’re crazy.” Nick wrapped his arm around me and guided me through the gym. “But it’s fine, it’s only 30 minutes.” “If we are hanging out I’ll pick you up, you’re not walking alone through these streets.” We both entered the bjj training room. “Nick I don’t have bjj clothing, I only have this.”I pointed at my black shirt and a pair of leggings. “That’s good enough for now.” I nodded at him. “Okay, I’ll get changed then.” “I’ll be here.” He sat down on the ground as I walked to the locker room.

We both lay on the ground, he was on top of me. “Place your hands here.” He grabbed my hands and placed them on his shoulders. “When I do this…..you do this……okay?” He was explaining me the next move. “Okay.” “Let’s try.” He moved a bit slower for me to follow his steps. “Yeah, like that.” He smiled at me. “Again but now a bit faster.” We did it again and I almost did the wrong move but corrected myself just on time. “Almost, let’s try this a few times.”

I sat on the ground watching Nick doing some stuff. “But Nate is faster so he grabs him and throws him off.” I smiled softly at him. “He’s good but needs to take his time.” Nick sat down in front of me. He started to fiddle with his hands. “Did you liked it today?” I nodded and smiled at him. “Yes, I really enjoyed it.” His face lights up with joy. “Really?” “Yes, really.” “Would you like.. you know…train with me…. Or Nate if you want more often?” He was cracking his fingers, looking nervous. “I would love too, you really made me enjoy bjj.” He looks down at his hands, a smile creeping on his face. “Good, I liked it too.” I giggled and looked at my hands. “Do you want to grab some lunch with me?” I felt my stomach rumbling. “Yes, I’m hungry.” We both laughed and stood up. “Let’s get some food then.”

[procrastination20]

This is a Five x OC fic I made about a year ago. I had plans to make this a book but I only wrote the first chapter. If you look at my old post about The Orchard Academy this is where it takes place.

If you read this cool! Feedback is always appreciated!

Enjoy! ❤️ - Mads

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With a flash of blue, fierce roar and a tumble, Harriette finds herself in a familiar place. Too familiar. So familar in fact that being away for nearly Forty Five years she could still remember the distinct smell of apple wood and sweet grass of the place she once called home.

The Orchard

Hitting the ground with a thump and a groan, she stands in stupor and uneasy alarm. This wasn't the plan, not at all. Where is the court yard? The old statue of Number Six? Where was her Husband? Something is not right.

"Five."

The question ran meek. Small and unfathomable.

"Five!?" She rang again. Shouting.

No response.

Stomping the ground in pathetic burst of anger and frustration she is livid. Hungry and Alone. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"Shit" she said in a whisper.

Knowing the area fairly well she makes her way to the building at the end of the expansive rows of Lodi's. She reaches for an apple, stumbling as she does so. Twisting it at it's stem and yanking in a downward motion, the same way her mother had taught her.

With smalls strides and a scowl on her features she makes her way to the large structure in the distance, thoroughly enjoying the apple. The taste of home.

The building was rather large. Big enough to very comfortably house two to three large families. Recent inhabitants of this house for the past thirty years or so only consistent of eleven people total, making very comfortable living spaces for all them.

The courtyard she had entered consisted of a few things. An old fountain with an intricate design of a apple tree as it's center peice, some rose bushes that were in dire need of a trim and concrete benches sitting at their respectful places. Must not we forget the marvelous statue of Mistress Fiona McClancy II standing oh so methodically right in the middle of the courtyard. Pieces of it had begun to chip, the left pinky had begun to tear away.

It's glory days had forgotten it and took the shimmer it once had. Harriette could remember the times where she and her siblings would come down at the crack of dawn just to see the sunrise climbing over the tops of the Apple trees. The courtyard held a magnificent view.

Walking through the place of a time long forgotten she makes her way to the French doors that lead into the foyer. The kitchenette on the side looked the same from when she last saw it. Nothing had changed. Rounding the corner into the main part of the house held a grand staircase leading to the first, second, and third floor of the house. The old banister of the balcony floors also had a grey hue, seemingly from the dust.

Slow strides to the grand staircase taking her time. A creak sounding from above makes her stop in her tracks. Alarmed by the sudden noise, she stops. All of her limbs have succomed to the freezing unerve the noise had brought.

"KeeYAAA!!!!!"

With a shout from her attacker and a wack from something hard, Harriette was knocked to the ground. Hitting her head on the hardwood floor.

Opening her eyes, she sees an old friend getting ready for another hit. Eyes blown wide, she dodged out of the way. Chuckling at the irony of the situation.

"Woah Woah Woah! Hold on! It's me!" The blonde said at a rapid pace.

"Who are you!? Why are you here!?" Cried out the old brown tabby tabaxi. Yellow eyes ready to kill, and ears pinned back in fury.

"It's nice to see you too Keva" Harriette said with sarcasm.

Keva pushed her glasses back on her short nose to get a better look. Realizing her mistake Keva dropped the very large mirror that she was about to murder the intruder with.

"Harriette?"

"That's the name!" Harriette said with a wide smile on her face. Enjoying the sight of her old caretaker. She still wore the same pleaded blous and dress pants.

"But how? You look so..." She paused. A look of question evedent on her face.

"Young"

"Well thank you! I try. I'm actually turning fif-"

"No seriously" She sounded concerned.

"You don't look any different from when you first disappeared"

"What?" Confused. Harriette looked into the mirror that Keva had dropped on the floor. Eyes blown wide. She took notice of her significantly younger appearance. The wrinkles were gone, her eyes were a brighter green, her white hair had turned to it's original dirty blonde and she was shorter. She was about fourty five years younger than she was a meer thirty minutes ago.

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National Root Beer Float Day

Diet?  Not on August 6. It’s National Root Beer Float Day, after all — a time  to enjoy one of the best beverage/dessert combos on the planet. On that  day, some even compete for root beer float greatness. It all started in  Colorado back in 1893. Frank J. Wisner was inspired. Surrounded by Cow  Mountain where his Cripple Creek Brewing Company was located, Wisner  came up with a novel idea. While mountain gazing, he didn’t see  snow-covered peaks. Instead, Wisner envisioned scoops of ice cream  floating in root beer.  Crazy, right? So, today, enjoy the tallest,  fizziest root beer float you can find!

Note: Read on to find out how you can get a free A&W root beer today!

When is National Root Beer Float Day 2022?

The frothy beverage/dessert combo we all love is celebrated on National Root Beer Float Day on August 6.

History of National Root Beer Float Day

The  unique fusion of ice cream with root beer is unlike anything else. This  summertime delicacy has a history as rich as its texture and flavor!

Frank  J. Wisner, the owner of Colorado’s Cripple Creek Brewing, is the person  to thank for creating the root beer float on August 19, 1893. The idea  behind this extraordinary innovation came to Wisner when he was looking  at the snowy peaks of Colorado’s Cow Mountain that gave the illusion of  ice cream floating on a beverage. While staring out of the window of the  Cripple Creek Cow Mountain Gold Mining Company, Wisner thought the glow  of the full moon made the snow-capped mountains resemble ice cream.

The  following day, Wisner got to work combining vanilla ice cream with root  beer and calling the result the ‘Black Cow Mountain.’ The soda he had  used was Myers Avenue Red Root Beer. The root beer float was served to  his guests the very next day and became an instant hit. Children  shortened the word to ‘Black Cow,’ and today it is simply known as root  beer float.

National Root Beer Float Day timeline

1876 A pharmacist sells root beer commercially

Pharmacist Charles Elmer Hires debuts a commercial version of root beer at the Philadelphia Centennial Exposition.

1919 A&W has humble beginnings at a root beer stand

Ray Allen opens a root beer stand in Lodi, California, which would eventually become the A&W restaurant chain.

The 1920s Root beer turns into a fad

The popularity of non-alcoholic root beer explodes during Prohibition.

1960 The FDA bans a key root beer ingredient

The  FDA bans safrole, the aromatic oil that initially gave root beer its  distinctive flavor. The ingredient caused liver damage during animal  testing.

Traditions

Since  its creation, countless root beer floats have been enjoyed throughout  the world. The tradition of the day is to enjoy refreshing root beer  floats. The original recipe has evolved into many variations, each with  their own unique flavor, while retaining the original root beer float  texture.

Popular root beer floats that have become traditional  favorites include the Coke Float, Boston Cooler, Purple Cow, and the  Harry Potter-inspired Butterbeer.

National Root Beer Float Day By The Numbers

1876 – the year when root beer was invented 16 – the number of roots and herbs that root beer is made of. 3% – the percentage that root beer makes up in America’s soft drink market. 1960 – the year when a key ingredient of root beer, the sassafras root, was banned by the FDA. #1 – the ranking of A&W as the leading root beer brand in America.

National Root Beer Float Day Activities

Whip up your own root beer float

Conduct some root beer research

Throw a root beer party for adults

There's  no better way to celebrate National Root Beer Float Day than by  concocting your own root beer float. Grab a bottle of your favorite  brand of root beer, pour into a chilled glass and top off with a fresh  scoop of vanilla ice cream. Nice!

Now, this is the kind of research you can appreciate! The Root Beer Store sells  more than 100 brands and flavors of root beer. You can check out  customer reviews of all the root beers for sale and even order  mix-and-match bottles. Your local specialty liquor store may also have a  pretty good selection, so drink up!

Hard  root beer is blowing up! Clever brewers have come up with root beers  that include varying levels of alcohol. Invite the neighbors over for a  dessert party and imbibe on some root beer floats. But be careful, while  the root beer goes down fast and smooth, it'll eventually catch up with  you.

5 Reasons We Need A Root Beer Float, Like Right Now

Root root

The Philly float

The custard float is a definite thing

Why float when you can freeze?

The root beer float with a kick

Jeni's ice cream shops can double your pleasure with root beer floats made with root beer ice cream and Boylan root beer.

The  Franklin Fountain in Philadelphia creates authentic root beer floats  made with their own brand of root beer syrup and  ice cream.

Scooter's  Frozen Custard in Chicago offers a root beer float made with vanilla  custard, a refreshing twist on the standard float.

Instead of floating the ice cream on top of a glass of root beer, blend the two together to make a root beer freeze.

SpringHouse  restaurant in Alexander City, Alabama, serves up a bourbon float made  with Buffalo Trace bourbon, bourbon ice cream and a house-made root beer  syrup.

Why We Love National Root Beer Float Day

It's a perfect combination

Floats come in many varieties

It generates donations for a good charity

It  seems like such a simple recipe — root beer  in a tall, iced glass and  two scoops of vanilla ice cream.  But if you're trying to get beyond the  ordinary, then use extraordinary ingredients.  Select a frothy root  beer with a high sarsparilla content and loads of sweetness.  Add rich,  vanilla bean ice cream and get creative with your toppings.

The  Boston Cooler was invented in Detroit, of all places, and is made with  Vernor's ginger ale and vanilla ice cream. In many Asian eateries you  can order a Snow White, which is composed of vanilla ice cream and 7-Up  or Sprite. In Mexico, you can grab a Holado flotante, a combination of  cola and lemon sherbet.

On  National Root Beer Float Day, A&W Restaurants collects donations  for Disabled American Veterans, a charity that fights for better health  care benefits for America's injured heroes.  What a sweet idea!

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Per la prima volta in Italia esce per i Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno, RE EZRA di Michael G. Stephens

Per la prima volta in Italia esce per i Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno, RE EZRA di Michael G. Stephens. Per la prima volta in Italia esce per i Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno, RE EZRA di Michael G. Stephens. M. G. Stephens ha scritto un romanzo su una delle figure più controverse del movimento modernista: Ezra Pound. Durante la seconda guerra mondiale, Ezra Pound lavorò come propagandista per i fascisti italiani, aiutando la loro causa con le sue regolari trasmissioni radiofoniche. Questa attività portò Pound a essere accusato di tradimento, anche se non fu mai processato per questo. Invece, fu internato per oltre un decennio in un ospedale psichiatrico di Washington, D.C. King Ezra porta il lettore dall'incarcerazione di Ezra Pound da parte dell'esercito statunitense dopo la seconda guerra mondiale fino ai suoi ultimi giorni a Venezia nei primi anni '70. M. G. Stephens attinge alle sue riserve letterarie come poeta, scrittore di narrativa e drammaturgo per raccontare questa tragica storia di un genio imperfetto. La prosa di Stephens può essere veloce e idiomatica o introspettiva e contemplativa, ma è sempre vivida, coinvolgente e sorprendente. "Aveva percorso a piedi la Provenza, da giovane; certo poteva camminare da Roma alle Alpi italiane, malgrado la distanza. Ma il viaggio era improvvisato, ricco di impulsività (si legga: irriducibile indifferenza per il dolore che poteva arrecare a lui, o ad altri) e se lo fece a piedi, saltellando, alle volte, smentendo la propria età (era quasi sessantenne), con gli abiti stracciati, ma del resto tutti avevano abiti stracciati. C'era la guerra, e l'Italia non se la passava bene. L'esito era dubbio. Il nuovo governo s'era insediato a Salò, sulle sponde del Lago di Garda. Lui aveva una mappa. Ma una mappa non era il territorio, pensò. (...)" MG Stephens ha pubblicato 25 libri, inclusi i romanzi Season at Coole e The Brooklyn Book of the Dead. Il 2022 segna il 50° anniversario della pubblicazione di Season at Coole per E.P. Dutton. L'anno precedente (2021), MadHat Press aveva pubblicato l'opera ibrida (prosa e poesia) in cui MG Stephens ha scritto su un attore disoccupato che ottiene la parte di Amleto, il cui titolo è: History of Theatre or the Glass of Fashion. MG Stephens ha ricevuto lodi da romanzieri come Hilma Wolitzer e Richard Price, nonché da poeti come George Szirtes e Michael Anania. I suoi libri di saggistica includono il memoir di viaggio Lost in Seoul (Random House, 1990) e la raccolta di saggi Green Dreams, vincitrice del premio AWP per la saggistica, successivamente selezionata da Joyce Carol Oates come uno dei 100 più importanti libri di saggistica americani del 20° secolo. La sua commedia Our Father è andata in scena a Theatre Row (42° Strada, a New York) per oltre cinque anni è stata più volte rappresentata a Londra, Chicago e Los Angeles. Nel 2001, Stephens si è trasferito all'estero, a Londra, dove ha vissuto per quindici anni. Durante quel periodo è stato attivo sui palcoscenici di Londra e ha prodotto spettacoli per il Pentameters Theatre nel nord di Londra (Hampstead) e per il Bread & Roses Theatre nel sud di Londra (Clapham). Tutti i suoi titoli li ha conseguiti dopo i trent'anni, incluso un dottorato presso l'Università dell'Essex a Colchester, in Inghilterra, che gli è stato assegnato all'età di 60 anni. Prima di trasferirsi all'estero, Stephens ha insegnato seminari di scrittura creativa a Princeton, New York e alla Columbia University; a Londra, ha insegnato all'Università di Londra (Queen Mary). Insieme al suo romanzo King Ezra, Spuyten Duyvil ha recentemente pubblicato il suo terzo romanzo sulla famiglia Coole, Kid Coole, incentrato su un giovane pugile, peso piuma, emergente della Hudson Valley a New York. Season at Coole, The Brooklyn Book of the Dead e Kid Coole costituiscono la Coole Trilogy.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

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SLW 2023, episode 38 (2023_10_21)

Broadcast: KTQA-LP 95.3 FM Tacoma, streaming address at KTQA.org

ALL VINYL PUNK/POST-PUNK/GOTH/INDUSTRIAL/DARK EXPERIMENTAL SET

Voice-Over/Intro, music in the background: Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - The Creep (Twist)/Be Careful It’s My Throat (Frug)(Newark, N.J. 1965)

01. The Birthday Party - Say A Spell (Berlin, Germany 1983)

02. Samhain - Macabre (Lodi, New Jersey 1984)

03. Misfits - Devilock (Lodi, New Jersey 1983)

04. No Trend - For The Fun Of It All (Ashton, Maryland 1983)

05. Jay Reatard - Night Of Broken Glass (Memphis, Tennessee 2007)

06. 45 Grave - Black Cross (Los Angeles, California 1981)

07. Bauhaus(Bauhaus, the band) - Stigmata Martyr (Northampton, England 1980)

08. Ciril - Burning Heart Stops (Long Beach, California 2011)

09. The Cramps - Human Fly (New York City, New York 1978)

Voice-Over/First Break, music in the background: Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Be Careful It’s My Throat (Frug)/Dreamin’ And Screamin’ (Mashed Potato)(Newark, N.J. 1965)

10. The Mission - Wasteland (Long Version)(Leeds, England 1986)

11. The Psychedelic Furs - President Gas (New York City, New York 1982)

12. Fields Of The Nephilim - Preacher Man (Stevenage, England 1987)

13. Gary Numan - I Die: You Die (London, England 1980)

14. Kate Bush - Violin (London, England 1980)

15. Theatre Of Hate - Love Is A Ghost (London, England 1980)

16. Tuxedomoon - No Tears (San Francisco, California 1978)

Voice-Over/Top of the Hour Break, music in the background: Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Dreamin’ And Screamin’ (Mashed Potato)/Chills (Hully Gully)(Newark, N.J. 1965)

17. Alien Sex Fiend - Now I'm Feeling Zombified (live)(Tokyo, Japan 1985)

18. The Legendary Pink Dots - Abracadabra (Amsterdam, Netherlands 1998)

19. CHROME - Insect Human (San Francisco, California 1981)

20. The Residents - Anvil Forest (San Francisco, California 1982)

21. Cult of Youth - Casting Thorns (New York City, New York 2011)

22. Executioner's Mask - Bury Me A Grave (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 2020)

Voice-Over/Third Break, music in the background: Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Chills (Hully Gully)/Dance Of Doom (Monkey, Watusi)(Newark, N.J. 1965)

23. Christian Death(CHRISTIAN DEATH OFFICIAL) - This Is Heresy (Los Angeles, California 1988)

24. Gene Loves Jezebel - Shaving My Neck (London, England 1982)

25. Gitane Demone - Incendiary Lover (Los Angeles, California 1988)

26. Tones on Tail - Burning Skies (Northampton, England 1983)

27. The Birthday Party - Swampland (Berlin, Germany 1983)

Voice-Over/Last Break, music in the background: Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Mummy’s Little Monster (Hully Gully)/Kiss Of Death (Slow Rock, Shimmy, Twist)(Newark, N.J. 1965)

28. Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral My Trial (West Berlin, Germany 1986)

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🌿 Herbal Hints: Discover subtle herbal hints that add depth and complexity to each sip.

🍽️ Perfect Pairing: This wine pairs exquisitely with a wide range of dishes, from seafood and salads to grilled chicken.

At Swim Club Wines, we take pride in crafting wines that transport you to the heart of the vineyards with every sip. Experience the essence of Lodi in every glass. Purchase our Lodi Sauvignon Blanc today and embark on a flavor-filled journey. Cheers! 🍇🥂 #LodiWines #SauvignonBlanc #SwimClubWines"

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picture source: Our Lady of Sorrows - Stained Glass

More Saints of the Day Septembre 7

St. Cloud

St. Alcmund

St. Anastasius the Fuller

St. Augustalus

St. Carissima

St. Clodoald

St. Diuma

Bl. Eugenia Picco

St. Eupsychius

St. Eustace

St. Evortius

St. Faciolus

St. Gratus

St. Grimonia

St. Hilduard

Bl. John Duckett

Bl. John Maid

St. John of Lodi

St. John of Nicomedia

Bl. Louis Maki

St. Madalberta

St. Marko Krizin

St. Memorius

St. Pamphilus

Bl. Ralph Corby

St. Regina

St. Regina

St. Tilbert