#longstep

[elefanii]

Egyértelmű, hogy a Magyar Fiataloknak nem erre a szemétre van szükségük, hanem egy Loyal-Fesztiválra! A Loyal mellett fellép még az újjáalakult Longstep, Pásztor Anna feat. Basszilárd, Dj Sziló feat MC Megadja, a Sekler Steampunk, a Demeter Acoustic Band, a Solid Boys egytagú fiúzeneker, és a ButMeter. Első évben még teljeseen állami pénzből kell finanszírozni, de aztán nyilván az óriási siker egyrészt gigantikus bevételt jelent, másrész özönleni fognak a piaci szponzorok is.

[nwbeerguide]

There are plenty of weekends left with the release of Ferment Brewings Queen of Persica Downtime and their latest Top & Bottom ferment series beers.

https://bit.ly/46qpI7R image courtesy Ferment Brewing Company Press Release Hood River, Ore … At the height of summer in the Columbia Gorge, Ferment Brewing announces four specialty beers that give a broad range of beer lovers exactly what they’re looking for during the hot season. The beers, which are available beginning today, include Queen of Persica peach sour ale, Downtime Pale Ale collaboration with Grasslands BBQ, and the latest releases from the brewery’s Top & Bottom Ferment series — Garden Lager and Longstep Mantis WCIPA. Queen of Persica is a peach sour ale that spotlights Pacific Northwest golden peaches on a base beer that has a soft and approachable tartness. The brewery also added a dry hop charge of Hüll Melon hops complementing the stone fruit with melon undertones that pave the way for the complexities of the fruit to open up and shine through. At 5.6% ABV, Queen of Persica is decidedly a subtly nuanced crusher that quenches the drinker’s thirst rather than a slow sipping puckery beer. Originally released as a one-off beer in the summer of 2023, Ferment’s collaboration with Grasslands BBQ is back by request and will be available the remainder of the food cart’s season. Downtime Pale Ale is an unfiltered American Pale Ale with Talus and Hallertau Blanc hops that, at 4.5% ABV, is perfect for washing down Grassland’s famous barbecue. Need to grab it quickly while in line at Grasslands? Ferment sells cans at the beer bike adjacent to the food truck on the lawn behind the brewery. Longstep Mantis WCIPA and Garden Lager are the newest offerings in the brewery’s Top & Bottom Ferment series, which sees the simultaneous release of a bottom fermenting lager and a top fermenting ale. These two beers celebrate the height of the growing season in the Pacific Northwest and provide a look into what the brew teams want to drink while outside in the summer heat. Like the good fortune of a visit from the praying mantis, Longstep Mantis WCIPA will delight your senses with zesty grapefruit and mango notes but won't stick around for long. Longstep Mantis is a 6.5% ABV West Coast IPA brewed with Mosaic, Citra, Idaho 7 and Idaho Gem hops. Garden Lager is a crispy garden-hour, 5.2% ABV lager brewed with Hallertau Blanc, Tettnanger and Saphir hops, best enjoyed while watching tomatoes ripen. It has flavors similar to red clover, water cracker, and mild sage. All four beers are available on draft and in 16oz 4-pack cans at Ferment’s Hood River brewpub, which has sweeping views over the beautiful Columbia River. Cans and draft are also available throughout Ferment’s distribution footprint across Oregon and throughout Seattle. About Ferment Brewing Ferment Brewing Co. opened in 2018 as a 20-barrel brewery and tasting room overlooking the Columbia River in Hood River, Oregon. Born out of an appreciation for the art of fermentation, the company prides itself in providing a modern brewery and tasting room experience that fuses traditional farmhouse techniques with a forward-thinking scientific approach. Ferment offers a unique family of beers and kombucha that tap the wild terrain of the Columbia River Gorge for inspiration. For more information, visit https://www.fermentbrewing.com/ from Northwest Beer Guide - News - The Northwest Beer Guide https://bit.ly/3SlOr79

[kiiirtiiiniii]

Yeehaw

[myfandomgarbage]

Warrior Cats OCs Part One

I wanted to draw some characters from my Warriors inspired world.

This work doesn’t take place in the same one as canon Warriors, and all characters and places from Warriors don’t exist here.

There are five Prides; Rushing River, Weeping Willow, Hidden Lake, Valley Place and Tidal Cove.

I drew (and colored using water colors) the leader, captain, two medics and den molly of Rushing River.

Leaders don’t have a special name in this world, captains are the equivalent of deputies and a ‘molly’ is a female cat for those who don’t know and I made the word ‘enclaw’ for non-binary cats.

Cometfur, Leader of the Rushing River Pride

A small, black tom with tawny and golden tabby splotches, stripes on tail, paws and tips of ears, with a white jaw and yellow eyes.

He uses he/him pronouns, is pansexual, and mated with his captain, Pineleaper. He has no family inside of the Pride.

He’s considered disabled in the Prides, as he is unable to truly fight, hunt, climb or dig due to being de-clawed by his old human owners, who kept him as a show cat because of his unique pelt.

He’s calculating, smart and calm, but tends to be very nervous during conflicts or arguments. While nearly everyone in his Pride likes him or see’s him as a good member, his rating as a leader is less positive, and it’s not a secret that many cats in his Pride would prefer his mate and captain to be leader instead.

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Pineleaper, captain of the Rushing River Pride

A long legged, medium furred medium brown tabby molly with sharp stripes, beige chest, jaw, tips of ears, tip of tail, underbelly and paws, with blue eyes.

She uses she/her pronouns, is bisexual and mates with Cometfur. She has no kittens. Her parents are Lightoak and Sunny, and her brother is Hawkstone.

She’s confident and temperamental, and tends to get into arguments, especially with other leaders and captains. Most cats believe that she likes arguing, and she’s quite good at it.

She likes showing off, and her few hobbies include games of chase and tag, battle training and testing her own physical limits. She is the third fastest cat in her Pride, and holds second place in jump distance, which she likes to tell any new cat she meets.

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Redfur, one of Rushing River’s medics

An average height, short furred tom with medium reddish brown tabby fur, white jaw, belly, chest, paws, tips of ears and tip of tail, with green eyes.

He uses he/him pronouns and is gay. He’s mates with Flowerleaf and adopted father of Lilytail and Juniperpelt. He has no parents in the Pride.

He’s very strict and stern, and unlike his mate, doesn’t like to be out and about, socializing and getting hot in the sun or wet from the rain. He takes himself very seriously and doesn’t like partaking in conversation. His social circle is limited to his mates and children, leader, captain, Tealpebble (the other medic) and his very limited list of friends, who also tend to be serious and stern.

He doesn’t particularly like Tealpebble, but doesn’t let that affect how he well he works with the other medic. He tries to comfort Tealpebble during their emotional breaks, and constantly tries to get them to take a break working, despite knowing that he couldn’t handle being the sole medic.

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Tealpebble, one of Rushing Rivers medics

An average height, medium furred, medium grey enclaw with a dark grey jaw, neck, chest, underbelly, two paws, two socks and under side of tail, with a few small spots, with teal eyes. (Yes I know one of his ears is backwards. That’s a mistake)

He uses he/they pronouns, is ftm, non-binary, boyflux and pansexual. He’s not mates with anyone, and is the adopted sole parent of Stellarflight and Hollyheart. His parents are Sleeksilver and Skybreeze, and sibling of Longstep and Dewspirit.

He has pretty severe depression, and tends to be very defensive and argumentative due to it. It’s a coping mechanism when he feels particularly bad; it’s a way for him to defend themself against any critique or negativity, and would rather spend his time being angry, then being depressed.

They are single, despite having crushes on many, many different cats within his Pride and the other Prides. They are also the sole parent of his two children, both of which he is very proud of. While he won’t admit it, they’re more proud of their daughter and the Prides den molly, Stellarflight, and finds it amusing, that his son, Hollyheart, acts similar to Redfur. He likes Redfur, despite knowing the (much) older cat doesn’t like them very much.

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Stellarflight, den molly of the Rushing River

A short, medium furred molly with medium orange fur on her head, chest, belly and front leg, lighter orange on her back, butt, tail and thighs, very light orange socks on her back legs and stipe above nose, and three white paws, with yellow eyes. She is missing her front right leg and tail.

She uses she/her pronouns and is polysexual. She is not mates with anyone. She is the adopted kitten of Tealpebble and sibling of Hollyheart.

She really loves kittens and wants her own litter one day, but she doesn’t feel like settling down quite so soon. She loves her role in her Pride, but also feels a bit bored and trapped, sometimes feeling like she was meant to do more with her life, and she fears that having her own kittens might prevent her from adventuring if she ever wanted to

She has a large friend group, and is one of the prime cats in the five Prides for secret telling, as she never tells anyone what someone else has said, and refuses to partake in gossip. Though she never intends to do anything with other cats secrets and confessions, she would admit that it gives her a teeny sense of power.

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Please feel free to ask questions!!

I’m really sorry any anyone else has OCs with these names; it’s not my intention to steal or copy /srs

[sage-warrior-cats]

Feathers and Claws- A Warriors Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Night was when DuskClan served best. It’s when they hunted, when they socialized, when they loved and when they mourned. The half-moon shone iridescently through the water hickory and Tupelo trees. Longstep and Duckpatch were out gathering herbs, Grousefoot was organizing night hunting patrols, and Eveningwhisker was praising the fox squirrel Mothpaw had brought her.

Nightingalestar just about had enough of this. The calm, the quiet. He surely was appreciative of it, of course, but for StarClan’s sake, it was so boring that it was depressing. Restlessness plagued him, plagued him to get up from his den, the hollowed out Tupelo of Olde. He padded out of the roots with his white paws. “Grousefoot, good evening.”

At the sound of his name, the DuskClan deputy turned from his conversation with Lynxnose. “Ah, Good Evening Nightingalestar. Care to go on a patrol?” He chuckled.

“Oh, no thank you Grousefoot. I’ve got some business to discuss elsewhere tonight.” The tuxedo tom stretched his claws in the damp grass leisurely.

“Okay, may StarClan light your path.” Grousefoot mewed with a swift turn back to the band of warriors in front of him.

Nightingalestar padded out of the willow tree that acted as the entrance of DuskClan camp. Pond fronds plucked and draped over it, a beautiful decoration that has existed as long as the clans have. Nightingalestar always loved the thought, taking the plants and colors of the territories and placing them in their homes. The feathers in the moss beds of the MossClan members; the lavender blooms draped around the edges of the cliffs that acted as dens for MistClan members; the small hermit shells and shining stones the StreamClan cats had in beautiful arrangements all over their camp. The black tom continued his trek to his fellow leader’s den, the one in the sandy camp, the one near the rushing waters that could take a full-grown cat down and out, the one in the ledge of a shoreside cliff, the one where stilt birds waded in the shallow waters. Nightingalestar opened his jaws to smell, catching a stronger scent of StreamClan. Mistletoeblaze padded up to him, a few other StreamClan cats followed, prey dangling from their jaws.

“Nightingalestar, what brings you to StreamClan territory?” The white tom lowered his ears slightly, a bit threatened by the DuskClan leader’s appearance.

“Just some leader’s duties, nothing major. I see prey is running well?” Nightingalestar mewed coolly.

Mistletoeblaze squinted hesitantly. ‘Very well, then. We’ll be going. Care to walk with us?”

“Oh, no, that’s alright, thank you.” Nightingalestar mewed, padding off in a different direction, towards the back of the cliffs, where only one den was accessible: Wigeonstar’s. That’s the only cat he needed to see. He padded cautiously toward the small crevice in the rocks. He listened.

“Wigeonstar,” a familiar mew sounded. “Our night hunting patrol found a friend of yours.” Mistletoeblaze mewed with a hint of suspicion and annoyance.

“Oh? Whom?” Wigeonstar turned her head quizzically. “I’m sure it’s no trouble.”

Mistletoeblaze had a snarl to his voice when he said, “Nightingalestar.” If he could see the white tom he’d be sneering ferociously.

“Oh, That’s alright. Did he come to camp with the patrol?” Wigeonstar’s mew sweetened as she heard his name.

“No. He did not.” Mistletoeblaze’s tail tip twitched irritably.

“I see. Thank you Mistletoeblaze. You may go now.” Wigeonstar smiled warmly at her clanmate.

“Thank you, Wigeonstar.” Mistletoeblaze padded out into the moonlight, onto the sandy shore path that led to the main area of camp.

After he was sure the StreamClan leader was alone, he made himself known. He padded out into her den, through the dried seaweed draped over the second entrance to her den. “Wigeonstar.”

Wigeonstar turned, delighted to see the DuskClan leader. “Nightingalestar, you should’ve come with the patrol, cats will spin tales about this.”

“And this is.. a meeting. Of leaders. That is not news for the four clans in these territories and you know that. You don’t have to worry, Wigeonstar.”

“I know it’s not codebreaking, not like the old days.. but.. what would the clans think about this? I just think they’ll see it as a merging of clans, and not something made of love.” Wigeonstar hung her head and Nightingalestar padded up to her, putting his nose on her forehead.

“What if.. that wasn’t a bad thing? They can think what they want, but we know. This is made of love.” Nightingalestar mewed quietly.

“What would a clan merging even mean for us? The clans are so intertwined now, not like when they first started. They were so tense with each other, all the fighting and unnecessary hostility. I just .. think the clans are as close as they can be.” The dust brown she-cat lifted her head slightly.

“Well then, since the clans are as close as they can be, the warriors shouldn’t expect this is anything political. So why not? We should tell them, Wigeonfeather.” Nightingalestar mewed lovingly.

“Please, I’m a leader now, surely you remember, Nightingalewing.” She mewed mischievously, a purr slipping her lips.

“Yes, yes, sure. If we’re acting like apprentices maybe we should play like them, hm?” Nightingalestar swished his tail along cheerfully, positioning himself in a running stance. “Let’s race.”

“You’re on!” Wigeonstar bolted out of her den, with Nightingalestar gaining after her.

[romanmigracs]

Ha valaki még nem találkozott ezzel a Demeter Szilárd nevű nemzeti terminátor verőemberrel: 160 cm magassága 60 kilóval párosodik.... inkább nem pszichológizálok....

Konkrét utcai és kollégiumi verekedéseken edződött vezető érkezett 

Pár hónappal korábban, 2015 nyarán is tesztoszterontól fűtött szöveget tett közzé. Az ön Longstep nevű zenekarán élcelődő Csunderlik Péter történészre utalva írta: „Izennénk az illetőknek, hogy el fogjuk játszani az ujjaikon az Örömódát  kalapáccsal. Ezt úgy kell elképzelni, hogy ráütünk pl. a gyűrűsujjra, és az egyáltalán nem tisztelt zsurnaliszta kiadja a kívánt hangot, pontosabban: szolmizálva énekel. Arra kérnénk az urakat, hogy gyakoroljanak. Mert ahányszor elrontják, újrakezdjük.” 

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[esevoire]

ah yes. gay battlecat ocs.

a sneak peek at an upcoming chapter for my fanfic, "the trail of centuries" ♡

❝ "You totally like her!"

     Spottedpath bristled defensively as Mouseberry pressed the subject of Nightstream, and she opened her mouth to offer up a weak retort. "N-No, that's ridiculous!" 

     "Spottedpath likes who?" Nightstream butted in as she approached the pair of cats. There was a hint of something in her voice that Spottedpath couldn't quite distinguish—perhaps it was curiosity, though there was a different twinge to the tone that left her unsure. On the other side of her, Mouseberry had silenced himself with poorly-contained laughter.

     "N-Nobody," Spottedpath muttered quickly, feeling her ears heat up with embarrassment.  "Are you done giving the Clan warriors lessons?" Mouseberry's fur brushed against her as he trembled from the effort of choking his laughter down. Spottedpath had half a mind to knock some manners into her friend, but Nightstream's interruption had flustered her far too much for her to act on it.

     "Mudwing and Ironheart took over, and Longstep said he'd help them a bit. Plus, I just . . . need some time to process everything, and being around you makes it easier." 

     "Process everything?" Spottedpath choked out, trying to ignore how Nightstream's voice made her heart flutter. ❞

if i had a tier list of my favorite scenes to write, this one would definitely be up there

[amstaffsnetwork]

Int CH - ABSOLUT MIGHT Dark Drag Long Step #AmstaffsNetwork https://www.instagram.com/p/BrKfn3iFcjy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d0h3y991of8

[skjphotography-suzanjones]

Where are you headed? A short film coming soon by @maryr13 . . . . #possessed #longstep #film #production #indie (at Los Angeles, California)

[kuipernebula]

today’s jaunt into FFXIV was a lot of me trying to level Dragoon because I vaguely remembered how fun it was on my first character on my brother’s account

But fuck I hate the levelling experience??? PoTD remains a braindead experience where you can’t even use any of the cool toys from level 60 you get because everything dies too fast

Command Missions are, apparently, an even better way to level but the best dungeon i can use for my character right now is bayflox’s longstep and after 1 run of it i remembered why i hate that dungeon

so i may be swapping back to the Tomestone Grind next time? At least that way i can do the ivalice and omega raids

[smeloncurls]

step one

clouds separatedfor a dayallowing the sunits momentsmiles appearon facesthat have been apartfor too longstep onecomplete

[kiiirtiiiniii]

Hello I managed to rough-line and cel shade the Longstep family so here u go. They all have similar colouring to Mosco re: spring green skin and blonde hair. Acwyn and Acwyl have orange eyes and the rest have yellow.

Mosco’s entire paternal family if none of them had been murdered. Bourgeois wanderers mom & dad and their disappointing crime children; Acwyn, Acwyl and Rydol.

[militariacollectibles]

ALL HANDS Bureau Naval Personnel Info Bulletin 1 1953 16" Guns; Op Longstep BUY IT NOW – ALL HANDS Bureau Naval Personnel Info Bulletin 1 1953 16" Guns; Op Longstep

[sage-warrior-cats]

Feathers And Claws - A Warriors Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Spidercloud sat near the Shining Stone, his tail wrapped at his paws. His hazel gaze was faced across from him, where Longstep sat with his former apprentice, Duckpatch sat.

“Have you heard from Opossumheart or Hailstream yet?” Duckpatch yawned, arching his golden back.

Spidercloud shook his head. “I’m sure they’re fine, don’t worry.”

Then, a rustling in the shrubs that guarded the cave alerted the waiting cats. A large, grey and cream cat appeared, ears turned back ashamedly.

“Sorry, someone back at camp really needed two cat’s care.” A darker gray yet equally fluffy she-cat followed the larger cat’s lead as they spoke.

“Ah, it’s no worry, please, just sit.” Spidercloud nodded.

“I tried to send a messenger to fetch one of you, but you had already left.” Hailstream, by far the largest of the medicine cats, mewed. The MistClan medicine cat blinked warmly at the she-cat sitting next to them. “Thank you, Opossumheart.”

“May I ask,” Duckpatch piped up, “what exactly happened?” His whiskers twitched solemnly, hoping no cat was too sick.

“It was a fracture, Rabbitkick fractured one of his forelegs.” Hailstream avoided everyone’s gaze as best he could. “He’ll be fine. Let’s get started.” He sat near the Shining Stone, putting his nose to it. There was an uneasy feeling airing from the cat, but no one decided to admit it. One by one, the medicine cats touched their noses to the cold, glowing stone and fell into sleep.

Spidercloud woke in a fog-saturated world. The sky was no more than a gray mass. Yellow, sickly grass under his paws. He scanned the clearing, when he noticed a cat. A pure white cat, standing tall and proud, facing away. Spidercloud flexed his claws in anticipation. The white cat stood still. A horrid, rotting smell filled Spidercloud’s nose, and his whiskers twitched irritably; yet he was stiff with a horrid, hollow feeling.

“Hello?” Spidercloud tried to meow, but it was only a thought in his head. His mouth did not move, but the white figure had heard, and began running towards him.

Gnashing. Gnashing teeth and hundreds of beady eyes and rage. Rage and madness filled every eye, willed every tooth to gnaw and gnash at the cat in front of it. It skewed and twisted, faces morphing from the sides of its head, screaming, crying, pleading. The white cat pounced on Spidercloud, biting and clawing and showing off its eyes, eyes on its chest, eyes on its legs. Mouths. Many mouths. Biting and ripping. Tearing. Hurting.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, is all Spidercloud could think.

“Spidercloud?” At the sound of his name, the hairless tom nearly jumped from his position next to the shining stone. “Are you alright?” It was Hailstream, a paw along his spindly spine, shaking him gently. Spidercloud sat up.

“Did any of you receive anything?” He immediately asked, ears turned back, looking frantically at the cats around him.

“Nothing.” Opposumheart stretched, swiping a licked paw over her ear. “Did you?”

“No, nothing.” Spidercloud mewed. That was something. He thought. I shouldn’t tell them, for all I know it was just a nightmare.

“You were asleep a good while,” Longstep tilted his head. “Do you want me to send Duckpatch with you?”

“No, I’m fine, just.. tired.” Spidercloud quietly yawned.

“Have you considered an apprentice? I heard Skipperwing is due any day,” Opossumheart blinked warmly, concerned for her friend. “ maybe one of her kits will take a shining to medicine.”

Spidercloud huffed. “What, getting old am I? Skin too thin? Poor Frail, decrepit, weak Spidercloud. Ha! We’re nearly the same age!” He snapped defensively.

“No, no, of course not Spidercloud! I’m just—“

“Worried for me, concerned for me, apprehensive of me being on my own, I GET it, Opossumheart!” Spidercloud bunched his shoulders. “I’ve had complete warrior training, which is more than you can say!”

Longstep stood. “Spidercloud, calm down. She’s just trying to help.”

“She can keep her help to herself,” Spidercloud huffed, and began walking out the tunnel that led to the banks of Stream Clan territory.

next chapter

[jaakkotalvitie]

It was a good idea... when I was still down there. #steps #longsteps #forest #outdoors #summer2017 #finnishsummer #sunnydays #sunnyday #walk #rise #tampere (paikassa Tampere, Finland)

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