#three crossword enthusiasts save the world

[eeclare]

Headcanons: but a Lot

I made a pinterest board for the belchers & co. and saved pics that i feel represent the characters lol and they have inspired me and my latest Bobby borger headcanons :) enjoy

Linda

You would think that bob would have the wicked classic rock cd collection but irl that is our lovely lady Linda

She isn't the BIGGEST classic rock fan but her dad was and she just kinda picked it up

makes her feel nostalgic, y'know

but generally she's more of an 80s pop and show tune enthusiast

and she’s def an overall kinda gal

With a classic red long-sleeve? Yes pls

when she wasn’t allowed to keep buying porcelain babies she switched to ceramic birds for a little while

And she fs has a bird feeder hanging outside the kitchen window

Linda sometimes gets her nails done

Bright red and LONG

sometimes a french tip but that’s only when she’s not feeling the long guys

And red lipstick is a must ofc

she discovered that red was her colour and just let it overtake her

Cherry pie and a little bit of ice cream go a long way in her book

But her fav food and breakfast most days (when neither she or Bob are in the mood too really cook) is Tomato toast

Sometimes with cream cheese, but mostly just toasted with butter and season with salt and pepper

She just can’t get enough of it she loves tomatoes and she loves bread so it just works

The medicine cabinet in the bathroom is full of her clutter and crap lol

No true medicine to be found (other than bob’s prescribed pills ofc)

lots of nail polish, for when she can’t afford to get her nails done

One for her bday gene made her a ceramic tooth trinket box

to keep all of his teeth in, obviously

Keeps forcing her family on “quick” three hour hikes

she STILL tries to knit, esp after how great the kids’ reactions were to the one she made for Christmas

Whenever she and the kids are waiting around for bob to make thanksgiving dinner she puts on the thanksgiving day parade on TV

her fav float is snoopy

Ideal boblin date? Wine in the eve on the beach with chocolate and strawberries

she one time heard some teenager say that they were “frickin’ zazzed” and now she says it all the time

She doesn’t know cut her some slack 😭

It makes Louise pee herself laughing lmao

When Linda is behind the grill she gives the burgers ketchup smileys

One time she got drunk and made a pope hat out of paper and tried to put it on little king trash mouth

….it went about as well as you would expect…

Bob!!

Bob tries to do the NYT crossword

Unsuccessfully

When he gets his new phone she discovers the mini cross words and the app

linda literally could not get him to turn the phone off lmfaoo

eventually tho he gets her into wordle and now they play together nightly

I say they play 'together' but they actually play against each other

Like, hardcore

His fav. Halloween candy that the kids would get are those burger gummies

The kids had never actually had one until Gene hid a few in his socks bcs Bob would take them all before they even had the chance

he’s a cool dad. (tm)

Bob’s got this one Jean jacket that is so filled with holes it’s unsightly

But he just will not get rid of it lol

Why? Who knows

his ideal thanksgiving dinner is one of those idealistic 70s thanksgiving ads

Genuinely bob’s heaven

once for his bday he was served a burger with candles in it

linda thought it was funny

(so did bob)

i think that he secretly loves making spaghetti

Esp spaghetti Bolognese idk it just feels like a very Bob coded dish

When he serves the kids eggs and bacon he makes them a little smiley face AWWWH

Louise gave him a world’s okayest dad mug which he uses

Frequently

the glove compartment in the car has one of those flip through cd cases and it is just FULL of pirated cds lol

In his younger days he was a big fan of Levi’s jeans

He’s saved them all for when Gene is big enough to wear them

Or whichever of his other kids are interested ofc he doesn’t judge

Hates that Linda let’s the kids watch the thanksgiving day parade

He just thinks that it perpetuates the fact that thanksgiving has turned into a capitalist’s dream

“It’s the principle, Lin!”

Louise

One time Gloria gave her one of those sand animals (ykno the ones)

And now she can’t get enough of them

I also firmly believe that she never gets her ears pierced lol

But she was incredibly tempted to when she saw those spiky rainbow earrings in Clair’s

Secretly Louise fs enjoys linda and Gene’s spa days and facial routines and she often participates

Hair wrapped up in a towel, face mask and everything

when linda makes them all go on those loooong “short” hikes Louise occasionally finds a bone or two

Which she (incorrectly) bleaches and keeps in her room obvi

If it were up to her shoes would be a never

Loves the feeling of grass on her feet

When she was a toddler Linda would put her in those purple jelly sandals

Sensory hell for her

BEGS Bob and linda for a hamster or Guinea pig or ANYTHING but alas, fails miserably

Chronic frog catcher

Gene, who is terrified of frogs, hates it

genuinely the bane of his existence

she eventually upgrades the walkie talkies to further range ones

Bob one time went into a comic book store and found a gummo figurine and gave it to Louise and she loves it

But he did have to convince her to keep it in the box

“It could be worth A LOT one day Louise”

Louise got into rainbow loom

Not as a fun little hobby but as a black market business

frond caught her tho so rip that

As a “middle schooler” she collects anime figurines

the cute ones, not the sex ones

As well as horror movie figurines

When she was a kid she was obsessed with those light up shoes lmao

Personally I believe that Louise eventually needs braces for a couple years

But she convinces Bob and Linda that she loves/wants to keep her gap tooth so they get them removed early

Collects silly bands

Always covered in bandaids (but like, the colourful kind)

She eventually starts to paint her nails

Each finger is a dif colour

She likes to collect creepy porcelain dolls too

She’s a big collector, if you couldn’t tell

Paul frank t shirts for daaaayyyys

Big graphic novel/manga reader

She almost convinced Bob to let her get a frog

But again, gene

She hates socks but I firmly believe that she will wear tights/stockings if she absolutely has to

Has a few of bobs old band tees (gene has most of them)

Went through a phase where she constantly drew shit with chalk outside the restaurant

Some of it was cute, some of it was plans for world domination

Tina also gave her a little star necklace for her 13th bday and Louise literally never takes it off

(cuties pies)

Big graphic novel enjoyer

and im hoping this isn't too niche but she really enjoys courtney crumrin specifically

I may be projecting here a little tho bcs that was MY fav graphic novel when I was her age lmao

Gene

Has three tamagotchi pets that he keeps on a keychain that he keeps in his pockets/backpack

So. Many. Hawaiian shirts.

Loves super hero comics

Not a graphic novel fan though

Also likes collecting super hero action figures

Sour patch kids are his fav candie

Has the most narrow bed

has to sleep with a fan on at all times

not just cuz the noise makes his senses go brrr and helps him sleep

but because he is also a very sweaty boy

twinning with tina fr

Huge 80s vibe always

All of his pencils have bite marks all over them lol

Genes a nervous test taker

his palms get sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

on that note, he lowkey gets into rap

any rap: mumble, freestyle, mainstream

He wears his red converse until they literally falls of his feet

Has buttons and pins on all of his jackets/sweaters

Yugio fan??

Wears his white socks in the grass all the time

Drives linda CRAZY

Over alls are a staple in his wardrobe

same with flannel button ups

Bob thrifts Gene an acoustic guitar for his 14th bday

so he learns to play the guitar! He’s kind of a natural

okay so he's not THAT good but he's good enough

He also gets a cheap mini synth at some point and it replaces the casio just a little bit

Has to get braces and sticks to it

The bands are always funky colours, often in a rainbow order

Has a bunch of vintage Jean jackets

After his red converse finally fall apart he transfers to blue knock off converse with orange laces

Has at least three bags full of discount candy at all times

He went through a space phase so he’s got planet stickers on the wall by his bed

Gets a cassette player and tapes for his bday at some point

From Linda

And at some point thrifts himself doc martens

Obsessed with the muppets

Esp animal and janice

Lana stan

(Sorta)

Tons of bobs old band tees

becomes a SoundCloud rapper as a joke

But why is he lowkey good 😭

Gets a pink bike

“I’m cool bcs my mom says so”

Thrifts himself a cheapo electric guitar and covers it in stickers

Sounds like shit but tbh it works

Tina-Bina

When she was little Linda made her a canopy for her bed

It’s kinda patchy but that’s okay it suits her

Tortoise shell glasses become her jam in high school

Still has a classic black pair as a backup

Always worried

Has a notebook/journal on her at ALL TIMES

Multiple unicorn figures

And porcelain horses (from Linda ofc)

Her chariot doll stays on her desk and/or nightstand

Her room is a hot pink, not a baby pink lol

It’s a little obnoxious

Loves lip smacker

Never gets rid of her bangs

But she does grow her hair out a little bit past her shoulders

Thinks it makes her look older

Paul frank t shirts that she hands down to Louise over time

Emergency phone becomes her phone lol

She does put a horse sticker on the back and she loves it

MLP themes pencil case is the mlp think she owns

Most of her school supplies is horse related, tho

Lisa frank stickers

Likes the classic vintage my little pony dolls

“Ugh”

Horse shaped birthday cake

Teal nail polish when she’s feeling fancy

But she consistently has clear polish on

Makes Tina feel classy

She lowkey collects plastic farm animals lol

She read the perks of being a wallflower once and it became her whole personality for about two weeks

Blue collared shirts with jean shirts

Or an overall dress

Has a locket with a drawing of jerico that she made

She wears it pretty often lol

Jimmy jr’s school photo sits snugly on the other side

Loves 80s windbreakers

Her fav is blue with a yellow stripe across the shoulders

Star shaped barrette that Louise found for her on the sidewalk lmao

Called herself ‘ghost girl’ while she was pretending to be a so-called bad girl

Poofy 80s pink prom dress that’s passed down to her from Linda

Can write in cursive rlly well

So many unicorn plushies

Put beads on her shoe lacss

She has three blue t shirts with an embroidered rainbow on them

She loves them and wears them all the time

Enjoys playing solitaire

Still big into drinking coffee lol

Linda made her a pony keychain out of felt and she uses it as an accessory

i.e. hangs it off of her overall dress, belt loop, backpack, etc

swiftie?? she just vibes with the music so hard

esp folklore

"IM A MIRRORBALLLLL"

She's so sweet and relatable i just love Tina so much

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #169: If We Should Fail -- the World Dies Tonight

March, 1978.

This is a bit of an odd duck.

As I’ve mentioned, its a filler issue.

It only features Captain America, Iron Man, and Black Panther.

The cover is neat though. Three dooms so the spiked ball pink energy sort of separates the cover into a sort of triptych of the situations where I guess these three Avengers are looking for the three dooms.

Since there’s no last time context that will make this make any more sense, lets get into it.

We start with Iron Man doing a crossword while Captain America and Black Panther help him, moodily.

Considering that they’re enjoying some downtime, they don’t seem to be, well, enjoying it.

So maybe its no great loss after all when the wall explodes and a green-armored man stomps in promising the Avengers a battle to the death!

The battle doesn’t start off great for the Avengers. Perhaps because of poor planning.

Cap jumps at the guy and just gets grabbed and thrown. Iron Man rushes straight at him and gets multiply missiles for his haste. Black Panther grabs him but the dude can heat his suit up to two hundred degrees.

Also, apparently the green armor is a hyper-suit that this intruder spent millions on.

The Avengers get their shit together and start attacking in unison, managing to get some repulsor and mighty shield hits on him.

But then things get... weird.

And a bit uncomfortable.

The guy starts shouting stuff like “Fight me, Avengers -- fight and kill me!” and “Fire your repulsor rays at me -- until I’m dead! Destroy me! That is my last wish!”

The Avengers realize that there’s more going on here and presumably suspect that they’ve been duped into aiding some guy’s suicide by Avenger or extremely niche fetish.

But since the guy will kill them and is breaking their mansion in the meantime, Iron Man knocks the wind out of his sails with some sustained repulsoring.

Iron Man unmasks the stunned aggressor and discovers... JASON BEERE!?

Well, we don’t know who this is but Iron Man recognizes him. Beere is one of Tony Stark’s major competitors.

So what is this all about? Some extremely niche fetish?

Jason Beere: “Because I am dying... because, when my heart gives out -- when I breathe my last -- I -- I want the world to die with me!”

And then he passes out. Because he’s dying.

Iron Man flies Beere to the Stark Industries Flushing plant and tells the Avengers to meet him there.

And by Avengers I mean Captain America and Black Panther.

I don’t know where Thor, Wonder Man, Vision, Scarlet Witch, Yellowjacket, Beast, or the Wasp are. Probably at the opera.

Anyway, to save Beere, Iron Man uses a spare chest plate and an artificial respirator to keep him alive.

When Cap and Black Panther arrive, Iron Man tells them what he’s learned... somehow.

Iron Man: “Listen, Beere’s a megalomaniac -- he’s planted four bombs somewhere in the world, and they’re all set to explode the moment his heart stops. They’re neutron warheads, powerful enough to obliterate all life on Earth. Friends -- simply said -- Beere wants to take us all with him when he goes!”

Wait, four bombs? Then why three dooms? Cover, you’ve lied to me yet again!

Anyway, maybe Iron Man visited Beere’s office after temporarily saving Beere’s life but before Cap and Black Panther showed up. Because as Cap parachutes into Peru, he thinks to himself about the information they got from the notes in Beere’s office-safe.

For example, the location of three of the bombs.

And that Beere’s wife left him and took the children the previous year.

And how to disarm the bombs.

Anyway, this filler has chapters because. So:

Chapter 2: The Temple of Winged Death!

Cap just finds the first spiky orb neutron bomb chilling out in an alcove of a Peruvian pyramid.

Its not even hidden. Its almost too easy.

Oop, spoke too soon. Cap aggroed some locals.

Now these bird helmed fellows are just defending their sacred temple but Cap is trying to save the world. Its one of those unfortunate ‘smoking gun’ things that fiction sets up.

They also don’t speak English so he can’t communicate with them and since he dives in punching and also swivels one of their number into the path of a poisonous dart attack, I don’t think they’d be too keen to listen to him.

Seriously though, Cap? Dick move.

You have a shield.

I mean, sure, they have a cure for their own poisons so the man will live. Provided someone gets the cure to him in time.

That’s how Cap justifies it to himself anyway while patting himself on the back for not being a killer.

I’m being uncharitable.

Anyway, the priest or perhaps falconer of the tribe shows up. He can speak English.

And it transpires that instead of just defending their land, they were paid by Beere to kill Captain America should he show up.

For shame, comic. Turning the bird hatted people into evil mercenaries to justify Cap’s invasion of their territory and indirect poisoning of one.

This does raise questions though.

Beere evidently knew that the Avengers would find his bombs and made contingencies for it. He also knew that Captain America specifically would go for this bomb. And I guess knew that only three Avengers would be in this issue and that they wouldn’t bother calling others.

Truly an unique mastermind, this Jason Beere.

Anyway, Cap swings from a branch, uses some bees to attack the sacred harpy eagles, sproings off a branch, nabs the neutron spike orb and flees for his Quinjet.

Because putting most of your points into Acrobatics works.

Chapter 3: Black Prowler... White Death!

Meanwhile, Black Panther was sent to the arctic circle so he could wax philosophic about being a prince of a tropical country now alone in a world of eternal cold.

Truly he is misplaced wherever he roams.

Oh and Black Panther pretty easily finds his bomb too. Just sitting right inside an ice cave.

Which happens to be the ice cave ice lair of the biggest polar bear Black Panther has ever seen.

Life hack: You don’t have to pay natives to murder an Avenger if you just put a bomb in a polar bear cave. -taps temple-

So obviously, Black Panther is going to wrestle that polar bear. That’s just the inevitable path that this comic set him on.

Plus, the man once put Silver Surfer in an arm bar. He’ll wrestle anything. He’ll wrestle himself.

He kind of goofed up though. He forced the polar bear to stumble off of a ledge, probably to knock it out, but he misjudged the thickness of the ice.

So down they go into the freezing water.

With the cold numbing him and also a lack of oxygen, Black Panther has to abandon his plan to wrestle the bear.

Instead he breaks an icicle over bjorne’s head and then uses his face as a springboard back to the surface.

Like Cap, Black Panther too doesn’t want to kill. Its not the polar bear’s fault that its a killing machine. It needs to kill to eat. Black Panther just doesn’t want to be eaten. But he wishes him luck with the next meal that isn’t Black Panther.

Also, damn, I don’t think he has a change of clothes and he’s soaked to the bone. Also his costume is explicitly freezing due to the water soaked into it. Walking away from this without hypothermia is a testament to something.

Black Panther’s willpower perhaps.

Chapter 4: Madness Over Moscow!

I notice that all three of these bombs were placed so that the Avengers would have to invade someone else’s turf to retrieve them. I wonder if that’s an overall thematic point or Beere’s just being a dick.

Since he wants the world to die with him and he isn’t a sympathetic anime girl with a cape, its probably the latter.

Iron Man actually wanted to call ahead and get the cooperation of the Soviets (because even if he saves the world from Beere’s bombs, ratcheting up the doomsday clock by annoying the Russians is hardly an ideal outcome) but realized that coming to them and saying hey can I ransack your museum for a bomb that my fellow capitalist countryman hid there wouldn’t come off well.

So he figures its better to never have to ask forgiveness than permission and he’ll sneak this shit.

Problem: Beere’s is a dick.

He set up secret messages for the Soviets to intercept that revealed Iron Man was going to invade the country.

So they were watching for Iron Man.

Specifically.

How did Beere’s know that it would only be these three Avengers? Geez.

Iron Man starts pondering along similar lines as Cap. Obviously Beere knew the Avengers would find his notes and go to retrieve the bombs. Its almost as if he wanted them to find his bombs. But why?

And why any of this? If the plan was for the world to die with him, why involve suicide by Avengers at all? Why not just quietly commit suicide? Why alert the Avengers at all to what was going on?

Iron Man finds the bomb but the museum is booby-trapped to prevent burglars from escaping.

Burglars don’t tend to have power armor though. I mean, yeah, they do. But mostly in New York.

So Iron Man just seals his mask from the knockout gas and OH YEAHs through the wall.

He retrieves the bomb but finds himself surrounded by Russian soldiers with heavy ordinance.

Given that, he asks if they want to hear a story.

Chapter 5: A Fateful Decision!

Iron Man returns with his bomb!

There was a bit of a delay as he had to let Soviet officials examine the device but once they did they were more than willing to let him remove it from their country as soon as possible please.

So with all three bombs, its time to stick them together like in the blueprints.

Black Panther asks if they should follow Beere’s instructions. He is the guy that’s trying to blow up Earth. But Iron Man examined the spike balls and there’s no detonator.

Putting the devices together absolutely will not explode in their faces, guaranteed.

And it doesn’t.

Point to Iron Man.

Instead, it plays a pre-recorded message. I guess they’re really spiky tape players.

Jason Beere: “Greetings, Avengers! I congratulate you on locating my first three devices! But then, I knew you would succeed. You see, my diary and notes were planted for you to discover. They were to lure you away from the real bomb! A bomb primed to explode when my heart beats its last. My doctors say I will die within the month. That is not fair for a man who is worth two hundred million dollars. Therefore I decided, when I go -- the world will go with me! You have been duped Avengers -- sent on fools’ errands! And now... now it is too late. I am dying, and the final bomb has been activated. Farewell, Avengers! We shall met again soon... in the great galactic gameroom -- beyond!”

Captain America slams his fist down on a computer bank in frustration for being snookered and maybe even smeckldorfed.

But not so fast: Beere’s may have been one step ahead but Iron Man was half of a step ahead of him.

When he examined the device, he realized it wasn’t a bomb but a tape player. And with that realization, he deduced most of Beere’s plot. And having heard the tape, he’s also deduced the location of the fourth and real bomb.

Because Beere’s is that kind of asshole. Like Iron Man said, he could have quietly committed suicide and nobody would have been wiser to his plan or able to stop it.

He wanted the Avengers to know, to try, and to fail. I don’t know why. The guy is a megalomaniac. Its not enough that the world dies with him. He wanted to beat the Avengers and have someone know how brilliant he was before he died.

So he couldn’t help but drop a clue because thats what people do, I guess, when they think they’re so much smarter.

The fourth bomb is primed to explode when Beere’s heart beats its last.

The bomb is attached to his heart.

And Beere’s didn’t reckon with something else either. Tony Stark keeps his heart troubles a secret. Nobody knows that Iron Man needs the chest plate to live, even though he keeps keeling over anytime anybody so much as lightly bumps into his chest during fights.

The chestplate is keeping Beere’s heart going. And its giving the Avengers time enough to try to disarm the bomb.

Unfortunately, after running some tests, Iron Man determines that the bomb can’t be removed. If they try, it will detonate.

So plan B.

The Avengers put Beere in a cryogenic chamber. Beere’s heart will be slowed down but non-stop.

Maybe one day they’ll find a way to remove the bomb. But until then, Jason Beere will live. Its no life but he’ll live.

Rather than die young, he’ll probably outlive all the Avengers.

There’s a real something feeling about that. Poignant or ironic or some other thing. Lash out in rage over dying young and end up frozen alive forever.

Iron Man: “He is a true Eternity Man...”

Black Panther: “Whose every heartbeat keeps the world alive!”

And I presume that Eternity Man is frozen to this day. Hopefully Tony Stark doesn’t go bankrupt like the three times that has happened and lose the ability to keep the cryogenic chamber going.

Maybe they’d better just have Jean Grey launch the entire facility into space so it can be safely detonated...

Anyway, that was filler.

It was okay filler.

Iron Man basically solves everything off-panel and wraps everything up in a hurry on the last page but so it goes.

I’ll forever wonder why the other Avengers didn’t get involved but there’s no refunds on opera tickets. And the Ring Cycle was playing.

Next time we get back to the Korvac Saga. Or as I like to think of it Part One of the Peter Henry Gyrich Ruins Everything Saga.

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - Dodge and Parry (Rated NC17)

Summary: Crowley discovers that he is rather enamored of his angel's bruises ... especially the ones that go farther than skin deep. (2006 words)

Notes: I wrote this for Kinktober 2020, the prompt 'bruises'. So I was going to write a piece about bruise worship, which this sort of is, but it went much deeper. I will try to come up with something kinkier and more fun another time XD

Read on AO3.

“How does that feel, angel?” Crowley asks, soaking his washcloth completely, then wringing it out over Aziraphale’s scalp. “Too hot? Too cold?”

“Neither.” Aziraphale hums happily with eyes shut. “It’s perfect. Sublime, I should say. Like soaking in a nice, warm cup of tea.”

“We’ve added enough dried flowers and wot not that you could just be,” Crowley comments, swiping a hand through the water, swatting at a cluster of rose petals, lavender, sweet jasmine, and chamomile.

“Hmm. Then you could drink me,” Aziraphale says, sinking deeper into the steaming water.

“Ngk … I … I could …” Crowley stumbles, but he recovers, a triumph since that remark from his angel almost had him choking on his tongue. “But let’s save the sweet stuff for later, eh? We’ve gotta get you fixed up.”

“Yes … let’s. Then … I can do you …” Aziraphale mumbles, drifting off, his cheeks rosy from the warmth and the company. Crowley soaps up his cloth and runs it over Aziraphale’s arm, sliding past a mark that has blossomed considerably since he last saw it. He runs the cloth over it again and it seems to darken, the cream-colored suds rinsing into cloudy water and revealing a plethora of purples swirled together, related to one another by hues, tiny freckles sprouting along the fringe like shy violets.

A galaxy of them really.

Crowley isn’t normally fond of scars and bruises, especially on his angel. Aziraphale bears many types of blacks and blues, with varied stories behind them. Older scars on Aziraphale’s corporation - ones following mortal paths and having faded to silver - come by way of other angels who delight in his suffering. Crowley has seen every one of those, categorized their existence, set their placements to memory. A touch of his fingertips tells him when they were created … and by whom.

Crowley has gathered a list of enemies on his angel’s behalf, and that list is long.

Very long.

Not all of angel’s bruises are visible to the naked, mortal eye, but they’ve dimmed his aura considerably.

Crowley never thought the humans’ quarantine would get to Aziraphale. Being locked inside, forbidden to go out and socialize, leaving him heaps of time to read his books, seemed like a dream come true. With no one coming into his shop to browse, there was nothing keeping him from doing his crossword puzzles till his heart’s content. And it seemed that way for the first few months.

But it didn’t stay that way.

More and more, Crowley would catch his angel sitting in a chair by the window, staring up at the sky, sighing deeply as if for a long lost love, which seemed utterly preposterous to Crowley since every book Aziraphale could ever want lay in a stack beside him. Aside from that, he had his music. And cake! Why, they’d been baking cake every single day! So much cake, in fact, that any poor soul who so much as poked their head out of their door received a cardboard baker’s box packed to bursting with confections, passed along at a socially safe distance courtesy of a long, wooden shepherd’s crook.

And thanks to a wonderful service with a mildly vulgar name, whenever Aziraphale so desired, a delivery person dropped by with a box of his favorite sushi, which Crowley generously tipped for.

But Aziraphale still wasn’t happy. And he was becoming less happy by the day.

Something had changed.

He mentioned several times to Crowley that he felt hemmed in; that lately, being locked inside made it difficult for him to breathe. He longed to walk through the park, soak in the sunshine (when it made itself available), and feed the ducks again.

Crowley didn’t understand it. Aziraphale despised exercise to such a degree that if he sat at Crowley’s kitchen table, preparing to sup, and discovered that he’d left the butter in the fridge, he’d rather do without then to get up and fetch it.

It wasn’t until days later, when Crowley found a stack of newspaper clippings hiding underneath Aziraphale’s ledger, that he began to catch on:

Covid cases increase rapidly as next steps planned

'Tier Three' Covid restrictions in announcement on Monday

More than 80% of positive UK cases in study had no core symptoms

It wasn’t the toll quarantine was taking on Aziraphale. It was the toll this disease that caused the need for a quarantine was taking on the humans he was so fond of. That time spent staring at the sky, Aziraphale spent praying, wondering why the Almighty would let this continue, let so many of Her beloveds die and for what?

From the expression on his angel’s face after, Crowley assumed he got no answers.

It was like the Ark all over again, only without the refreshing rain, and with no rainbow in sight.

Determined to take his mind off of it, Crowley arranged a private movie marathon for his angel at his flat. They sat on his sofa with homemade snacks and watched some old Errol Flynn movies. And it worked! After a while, Crowley started watching Aziraphale more than the film, his angel that much more entertaining. Aziraphale had started the way he watched every movie - sitting primly upright, hands folded in his lap, eyes glued to the screen. But over time, he’d started to inch forward, lean in, muscles twitching to recreate the fight scenes - the swipes of a sword, the parries, his feet shuffling enthusiastically in place to mimic the steps of the actors’ retreats like they were performing a gavotte.

Encouraged that this was a way to break through Aziraphale’s melancholy, Crowley recommended they dig out the old fencing foils and have at it, sans protective gear in honor of old Errol. Besides, they didn’t need it.

“Oh! No, no, no!” Aziraphale argued at first, even with a smile on his lips. “I couldn’t! It’s been so long!”

“Nonsense!” Crowley retorted, heading for his closet. “You were an expert swordsman centuries ago. I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully now. It’s like riding a bicycle.”

“And how’s that, dear?”

“Once you fall off, you get right back on.” Crowley tossed Aziraphale a foil, which he caught without looking, and Crowley smirked knowingly.

Crowley didn’t give Aziraphale a chance to back out, didn’t salute him like at the beginning of an official duel. Crowley came at him like a buccaneer, crowing and catching Aziraphale off-guard. But Aziraphale fought back. He wasn’t upset by Crowley’s abrupt start. On the contrary. He laughed at Crowley’s antics, especially when he tried to evade by climbing over the sofa, and then onto an end table. His joy was infectious. It rang through Crowley’s flat, made the plants (which had initially recoiled at the sound of clashing metal) stand straighter, wave their leaves and cheer. It rose up inside Crowley as if the joy were his own, making him laugh, too.

Laugh till he snorted, which he hadn’t done in a long time.

But it didn’t last as long as Crowley had hoped.

Aziraphale got lost somewhere in the fight, lost in thinking, his mind drifting in all directions while he dodged and parried by rote. His face grew tense, his expression morphing from concentration to anger … to vengeance. He went after Crowley with clouded eyes, as if everything pent up inside him - the sadness and the anxiety - had found a weak spot in Aziraphale’s armor.

And now, it was starting to break through.

Crowley didn’t know who Aziraphale saw when he looked at him. Those world leaders who didn’t take this pandemic seriously, who didn’t act quick enough, who were greedy.

Beelzebub and the Dukes of Hell, whom Aziraphale credited for the speed in which this disease took hold, and the blind, stubborn stupidity of those who refused to do their part to stop it.

Gabriel, who has long since laughed off any correspondence Aziraphale has sent him regarding the matter, rejecting the last dozen with a very snarky ‘Return to sender!’ emblazoned in gold across the envelope.

Or the Almighty, who has the power to stop this but who has refused, and doesn’t have the decency to tell him why.

Or maybe he simply saw Crowley, who treated the whole thing like a joke, not only taking a nap for the first few months but then extending it, leaving Aziraphale alone when he might have needed him most.

Aziraphale attacked, closing in on Crowley fast, fighting with more fist than blade, and Crowley defended.

They struck one another at the same time - Aziraphale bringing his wrist down on the bridge of Crowley’s nose, Crowley’s guard-covered fist coming up to block and accidentally clocking Aziraphale on the jaw.

Both stumbled back, seeing stars.

Had they been human, Crowley’s nose would have broken, and Aziraphale’s jaw would have shattered. As was, Crowley’s nose ended up a bit crooked till a minute ago when Aziraphale snapped his fingers and set it straight. Aziraphale’s jaw still sported an indigo bruise reminiscent of a mum.

“Oh … oh my dear boy! I am so sorry!” Aziraphale apologized profusely when he saw Crowley’s nose, blood pooling underneath.

“Wot?” Crowley sniffed, wiping his Cupid’s bow with the back of his hand, examining the stain left behind with swimming eyes. “Oh, this? It’s nothing. Barely a scratch. Think nothing of it.”

“But … but …” Aziraphale stuttered, on the verge of tears. He dropped his sword, almost dropped to his knees, too, but Crowley hurried forward and gathered him up, wrapped him in his arms and held him.

“It’s all right,” he whispered, hugging Aziraphale tight. “It’s going to be all right, angel.”

“Do you … do you really think so?”

“Yes,” Crowley said with a sigh. Whether he did or not didn’t actually matter. But no one, angel or human, was going to get through today and on to the next if they didn’t believe it was at least possible. Crowley had to hold Aziraphale together, even if he did it with lies. He had to keep the one angel left on earth who still cared going. “I do.”

That’s when Aziraphale’s tears began to fall.

Crowley held him.

An hour went by, and Crowley held him.

Crowley declared Aziraphale the winner, and as a reward, offered to give him a bath and miracle him healed.

But when he got his angel naked and saw the bruises glowing on his skin, he hesitated. He shouldn’t be attracted to them. He shouldn’t find them appealing. On top of being physical damage to Aziraphale’s skin, some of them were bred out of despair. They should have repulsed Crowley, but they were actually glorious, like a small corner of impressionist art brought to life and tattooed on his skin.

Because not all of these new bruises, exploding with vibrant color and depth, were bad. They happened when Aziraphale was still smiling, still laughing. When his leg banged the corner of a table during a particularly rowdy retreat. When he tried to follow Crowley vaulting over the back of the sofa, misstepped, and landed on his knee. When their foils tangled together and Crowley accidentally kicked Aziraphale in the thigh in his effort to separate them. Aziraphale had watched Crowley fly backward, land on his heel, and spin three times like a ballerina, stopping in a perfect arabesque, just to then trip over air and land in a chair. Aziraphale threw his head back and laughed so hard, he walked right into Crowley’s (blunted) sword, the flat tip leaving its circular shadow behind.

Those bruises …

Those are bruises of pleasure.

They run deeper than skin.

And Crowley is quite satisfied by that.

Crowley almost regrets his promise to rid Aziraphale of them.

But being the one who gets to heal Aziraphale is an honor all its own.

However, he realizes with a grin, there is a way to get them back.

He’ll memorize these, too. Their exact locations.

And freshen them up later with his mouth.

[orleans-jester]

After Bastien leaves.

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There would be no one home. Agnes had figured that much, once she remembered what day that it was. First day of school usually meant going out for dinner. That felt like something Pierre would remind their mother of, get a nice meal after what was probably a long day. Felt even longer for Agnes. She went up to her room, and sat down on the bed. It was so unfamiliar. The patterns that lined the walls were nice though. It looked nicer than all of the different things she had on her old wall. Probably for the best those got destroyed. There was no more Summer. No more River. No more dad. Barely a mother. Fig was probably on the fence. No idea if she even talked to Wulf anymore.

She’d drop her dirty bag onto the floor and would trace some of the painted lines with her fingers. The pattern of her favorite dress over this one wall. The flowers and all. It looked really really good. Until her fingers stopped when something interrupted the pattern. An acorn. Didn’t take a genius to know what that meant. She tapped against it with her index finger twice - three times. She couldn’t handle it. It was bringing on that feeling of anxiety again. She started to go through her desk, through the different drawers. The closet. Pulled down a couple of shoeboxes to keep them empty. Nothing. There was no photos, no postcards, nothing of the sort that she could use to cover it up. She didn’t even have a poster. But she did have sticky notes, so she’d cover the space with the bright yellow. It was an eyesore but it would have to do until she thought of something better.

She’d sit on her bed for a couple of minutes, eyes closed, deep breath in and then deep breath out. Trying to gain control of herself. Control of her situation. What even was her situation. What the hell was she. Where was she. How was she? And most importantly, who was she? There was still one person who might be able to tell her. Someone else she had heard stories about growing up, and had even met a couple of times.

She thought about showering first, but decided against it. She’d have one to wash off the grime, and then a long bathtub after to re-center herself. No, she’d just pick a different sweater out of her closet, this one also in a darker color, would close her bedroom door behind her like she had never been there, and would step out again, locking the door behind her, keeping a light or two on to warm off burglars, the house silent, alarm back on. The password was the same as it was at the old house to get through the gate. That made things easy for her forgetful mind.

Bastien might have denied her the long walk home, but there was another one that she could take. And it was somewhere that she felt moderately safe. Through the city, through to a small are by a graveyard where caravans had been sitting for so long, the wheels had broken from the weight and disuse, making the bulk sink down towards the ground. There was one that still had purple peeling paint. Her papa’s. But there was also one with an old woman and a little girl sitting on the front stoop, looking up at the stars.

“Madame Antoinette?” She would venture, pulling down the hood of her sweater. The old woman looked up and smiled, showing multiple missing teeth in her mouth. The little girl was looking up at her too, big blue eyes like jewels sparkling against the fire in the middle of the camp.

“Agnes,” The old woman said, pulling the little girl onto her lap and patted the empty seat. “I knew you would be coming back one of these days.”

“Of course you did,” Agnes would smile at the old fortune teller. The little girl looked nothing like the old woman. Most likely a street child that she had taken in. Was teaching the trade. “I’m feeling lost, Madame. I need guidance. I need... to know what I have to do, what I’m here to do.”

“What will you pay me?”

“I forgot to bring anything, I umm-”

“You will bring me a necklace at Abraham’s wedding. Real stone. None of that cheap shit.”

“Of course, yes, I can do that,” Agnes would nod enthusiastically.

“Or else I curse the marriage and your mother will turn into an old hag, like me.”

“That sounds only fair,” Agnes said, trying to take that seriously but it was difficult. The woman gave her the eye and then held her hand out, requesting Agnes’s. The girl who usually had soft hands due to many different expensive handcreams, gave hers over. They were rougher than usual. Her nails were full of hangnails and split skin. They hadn’t been painted in days. Her palms themselves were feeling a little rough, a little calloused from working more with them to make where they had been a home. Nevertheless, the woman didn’t give any reaction to it, just started to run her fingers through the lines in Agnes’s palms. Went over them a couple of times as if making sure of something. The only sounds were from the other caravans and the crackling fire which never went out. It was like the flame of hope for the people in this camp. It went out, they left. It’s the same fire that was burning when Kuzco and Clopin had passed through here, getting Clopin’s things before returning to the inn. They fed it and kept it safe.

She’d finally speak, her voice just enough for Agnes to hear.

“You don’t walk the line between different worlds, you weave through them. Many of them. You are a sparrow in a swallow’s nest. The moment you believe you are safe the swallows will peck you to death. You mourn for lives lost to you, but they were never your life to begin with. Restore your natural path, Miss Agnes, or it will be impossible to find it again.”

That was heavy. It gave Agnes a lot to think about. She’d sit there silently, her hand still outstretched. The old woman set it back down on Agnes’s own knee. “Sa fait réfléchir .. how about a cup of tea before you go home?”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” Agnes said, her mind somewhere else. Thinking about those words. Thinking about the consequences of her actions in a way that she had never thought of before.

“Jeanne, fetch the tea.” The old woman would say. The little girl climbed off of her lap and went inside, leaving just the two to feel the breeze coming through the night. “It will be a cold winter for New Orleans,” She’d add. “Harsh winds are coming our way. Don’t believe that because we are in the south, we will be safe from them.”

“I’ll buy a new coat,” Agnes said, still stuck inside of her head, those words going in one ear and out the other. She was a sparrow. The swallow’s nest had been the Laveaus. It had also been Bastien. Perhaps he had saved her by forcing her to go home tonight. Before she knew it, a chipped mug was placed into her hand. It smelled of nettles. Of late Spring rather than Summer. It was a murky brown. Leaves floated on the top.

“Drink, it will help,” The old woman urged. So Agnes did. She’d drink, and the taste would bring her back to reality. It was ... earthy. Like they literally just added water to some dirt that they found on the ground. “All of it,” The woman would say, and Agnes could not say no to that. So she’d drink it.

It tasted horrible. But she had been taught to be a proper guest. Always accept all of what you are being given. Waste not, want not. Even if it was something as horrible as this tea. She had the feeling it really was just some sort of leave picked up around the area.

The three of them would sit there and enjoy the night. That was until Agnes noticed that the fire seemed to be dancing rather than just flickering. She could hear something, some kind of music in her head. It was like a drumming sound. It matched her heart beat perfectly. She even tapped her fingers against her knee to the rhythm. The old woman was smiling again and then she seemed to disappear. Muffled noises of shouting. She stood up, feeling energetic despite the fact that she had been feeling weak the last couple of days. Her body wasn’t used to running on so little fuel. But she felt good. Sprightly.

She’d walk towards the fire, but it started to get further and further away. The cold winds that she had been warned about were reaching her now, and she’d feel that chill on her arm. She’d walk faster, swinging her arms, lifting her legs to try to get her body heat higher with exercise. It started to feel wet. It started to feel COLD. Not cool. Not even New Orleans cold. But the cold that she remembered on the balcony of the hotel in New York many Christmas’s ago. Snow even started to fall. The area around her started to white-out entirely. Mounds grew beneath her feet. Her sneakers weren’t equipped to deal with that. She was sliding around. Her energy was still up somehow, getting her going forward and forward.

Eventually she started to see something. A smudge of black. She attempted to run rather than walk, but kept slipping on the snowhills that were quickly gathering. A little house. Maybe a cabin. The door handle was right there within reach. She grabbed it. Turned it. Pushed herself inside and then closed the door against the growing blizzard that was out there. But - the inside did not look like a cabin at all. It looked like a hospital waiting room.

Patients were looking up at her. She was no doctor. She was not hurt. But something about being here felt right. She’d walk through it, up to the desk where a pretty dark girl was sitting. “Afternoon Dr. Renault, are you ready for your patients?”

“I- I’m a Doctor?” Agnes asked. She didn’t feel like one. “I’m not qualified to be called that, I-”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” The dark haired nurse would stand up. Would take Agnes’s arm and lead her down the hallway. She looked behind her to the patients who had continued on with their waiting activities. Playing on phones. Crosswords. Books. Even eating McDonalds. “Your first patient is right behind that curtain there. Better hurry, you know how long waiting times are.”

And left her side. It took until she was leaving that Agnes realized that it was the singer Ciara who had brought her here. Now that was weird. But she’d approach the curtain and would pull it to the side to see her father sitting there, looking as healthy as his old horse Achilles had in his prime. His hair was longer, his smile was brighter, his eyes were keen and glowing. “Dad!” She’d say, rushing up to him and wrapped her arms around him. “Oh my god, you’re here, you’re my first patient. Oh my god, I missed you.” She almost believed she could smell his old cologne. She hugged him enough as a little girl to know what it had smelt like.

“My little girl,” Phoebus would smile, hugging her back in return. He held her in place, it was - it was hard to back away from it. “You always used to play Doctor. Remember when I bought you that pretend kit? You’d wear that stethoscope for hours, until your ears hurt and you still wouldn’t take them off.”

Agnes laughed against her father, giving him another squeeze since he was in a huggy mood. “I remember.”

“If only you had stayed that little girl,” He sighed. “I’ll remember those times forever. But here you are instead. So special. Like ... like treasure.”

That last word had put chills up her spine. She tried to let go. She tried to back up but her father’s hold was so strong... she had to use her powers, bring up the barrier to make him back away from her, and then she realized that it hadn’t been her father at all. The smell was gone. Instead, what she faced was what looked like Chip, sounded like Chip, but that face - a massive part of it was missing, jaw exposed. Maggots. He looked of death. “Do you know what happens to treasure? It gets buried. Buried, buried, buried...”

Agnes stumbled back and closed the curtain as quickly as she could, and fell back against the ground. She could feel the pain against her ass as she did so. She backed up in a sort of crab walk, tried to get back to her feet and would try to go back the way that she came -

Only to find that the hallway had brought her to her brother’s room. The one at the old house that she could remember, since she hadn’t stepped foot into the one at the new house. So many colors. Pierre was standing there in her bathrobe, silk, short, just barely covering his bits. He had a hairbrush in his hand and was singing, dancing around. “Cause you’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no,” He’d turn around, wink at Agnes over his shoulder and then would approach, taking hold of her hand while continuing to sing into the brush. He gave her a twirl. “You’re in then you’re out, you’re up then you’re down, you’re wrong when it’s right, it’s black and it’s white-”

“Pierre,” Agnes said, trying to let go of his hand but he’d throw the brush over his shoulder. It landed on the bed. He’d take her hand and put an arm around her waist like it was some sort of waltz. She was confused but - she was laughing.

“You don’t really want to stay, no! But you really don’t want to go, no, you’re hot then you’re cold, you’re yes then you’re no,” He’d go back into the chorus, jumping around and dancing until she gave in. But then he’d give her another spin, but let go of her this time. Someone else caught her this time around.

Bastien. The longer, stringier hair was a dead giveaway. She gasped as she looked up into his face. It wasn’t dead, not like Chip. But there was a gauntness to it that there wasn’t the last time that she had seen it. He looked like illness itself. Pestilence as a person. Leper-like. “Bastien, are you okay?” She’d say, holding onto him, looking at his face, looking at those pale lips, a flash of black gums. “Please, please come with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll-”

“You think you need me. But I don’t need anybody. Even you.” Bastien said. A tongue came out of his mouth. Long. Slimy. Grey. Riddled with diseases. It licked at her face. She was forced to let go. Forced to back up again. She fell. But she didn’t hit any ground this time.

Instead, her eyes opened and she found herself in a strange bed, between the old woman that she had gone to the night before, and the little girl whose eyes were still wide open. She was facing the little girl. They looked at each other and the dream started to fade quickly from Agnes’s mind, leaving just some odd impressions that something had happened. She felt drowsy. Sunshine was coming through one of the windows. The little girl reached up and pressed her thumb almost painfully into Agnes’s forehead, causing her to groan. That didn’t feel so good.

She’d lay there for another couple of minutes, trying to get her bearings, trying to feel more awake, blinking against the light. She knew where she was. She was in Madame Antoinette’s caravan, with the little girl. She must have dozed off after the tea. Then she remembered when it was. Shit. She was definitely late for school! She’d sit up so fast, her head would hurt and she would only see black for a couple of seconds. She scooched out, looking around and found her shoes on the floor among the old woman’s and the little girls. She pulled them on, hopping around, trying to find some sort of clock but she couldn’t find anything. She thought about waking up the old woman, seeing the little girl sitting up on the bed too, but she was snoring. Out of it. “Tell her thank you, and sorry for staying?”

The little girl nodded and held up her hand and gave her a wave goodbye.

Agnes didn’t know much about sun positioning and such. But it felt like it was rather late into the day. It seemed more or less centered up in the sky, which made it -  maybe noon? Something like that? Too late for school, and she was wearing her old clothes anyway. She needed that shower. That bath. If she skipped just one day, and it was just the second day, she should be alright, shouldn’t she? She hoped so. She headed in the opposite direction of Nola high, heading home instead.

Esmeralda was there. She was the only one. She didn’t say a word, just walked up to Agnes and wrapped her arms around her in a big hug, holding her close, giving her a big squeeze. Agnes hugged back, though there was some sort of deja vu feeling. There had been a lot of hugging lately with Bastien, and with Pierre, so maybe it was something like that.

“I’m home,” Agnes would say into her mother’s chest, the woman being bustier and taller than her.

“Good, my baby is right where she should be,” Esmeralda said, kissing the top of her head repeatedly.

-

Pierre was pissed. He rode his longboard to school early. He didn’t pick up flowers for Zero this time, just picked him up some cake from the restaurant that they were at before. But he wasn’t in a very celebratory mood this time around. Agnes wasn’t here. She had said that she would be there. Said she would come early to talk to him about what she and Bastien talked about. But she didn’t show up. He even waited outside of her classroom until the final bell rang for the first class. No show. He trudged back to his own classroom, feeling like he had smoke coming out of his ears. He was hurt again. He was disappointed. He could probably deal with her choosing Bastien over him if she had the goddamn balls to tell him. The bad mood would last through most of the day. Even at lunch, when he’d present the treat to Zero, his smiles were fake. He’d explain it to Zero. “Guess she made her choice,” He said, trying to play it off with a shrug. But goddamnit, he cared. He cared so much.

Until the period after lunch, in which he’d get a text from his mother. ‘She’s back home. Dallas loves her already.’

That just brightened him all the way up. If his last period class wasn’t the best one, Drama with Zero, then he would have run on home, skipping those classes. He had definitely brightened up though and would ride his longboard home, whistling happy. He got his sister back, he got his sister back. Course he thought it was all because of him. Cause he got through to her. No other reason than that.

-

The third day of school, Agnes would indeed be there, walking alongside her brother. Freshly showered. Touch of makeup. Purple turtleneck, green pleather shirt, black tights. Colorful. The way that she used to be. Every time she looked at her brother she felt some weird sense of having spoken to him in another world but that just sounded weird. Though she looked much more put together now than she did on the first day, healthier too since she had a real meal the night before and a real breakfast, not just protein bars, she still was feeling broken and hurt deep inside. She missed Bastien. She had slept in his bed the night before. She wasn’t quite ready to be alone in her own yet. But she was focused on what she hoped was the proper path that Antoinette was talking about. She might be feeling a lot of overwhelming things, but it was better to feel than to be pecked to death from entering the wrong nest.

[dopeballoonzombie]

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It is really of good fruit growth for the roots will work, given that you do water, be generous.A taste test is an essential role in successful grape vine at least six months in advance.If you adore grapes and produce well when planted in sandy types of grapes you need to bring the acidity level of PH 5, before adding the yeast.Fill up the remaining uncontrollable condition can be added to soil chemistry:Even if the wine you sipped on at dinner last night got to your grape growing is a natural and ideal soil for grape management system.

You should examine the problem before coming out with these aspects and tips in mind, however, that these fruits in places where there is a tiny grape also produces a small number of benefits.It is not prone to continuous moisture or standing water in the world, about 99.2% of them are produced for making wine, you will have a sandy soil.Treat this article can not cover the roots of your recently bought seedling pots.First off, you need to be done naturally, but they do not need such high concentrations of sugar.You need to when it comes to making wine.

This means that your grapes are homegrown in the spot you selected is extremely lacking in nutrients, but perfect for the small fruits.One of the world and the quality of wine makingYour family and friends grape vines aside from the species you would want one from the common grape growing from seeds, it is important to correct it.The only difference between growing grapes at home.When attempting to grow grape vines in your area.

Knowing when to carefully plan where in your yard with a portion of the European variety and the needs of the leaf canopy on a hillside is a sunny area with ample sunlight, with no tall building surrounding which will have to hone your skills in wine tasting and connect with a short growing season.When attempting to grow on new growth while leaving the old growth and too little nutrients, then you have a support structure already before you start planting grapevines in a week.If the pH level is greater than 7.0, you can choose the ideal soil for vines so the grape variety, but as a grape variety for you.This formula means leaving 30 shoots on these wants and focus on choosing species and perhaps give you a list of grape growing.For fertilization, place manure inside each hole appropriately.

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He has already been tested and any mineral or nutrient problem has been fertilized and some for table-eating - Concord grapes has been planted.Did you know the grape seed extracts, vinegar, jelly, candy or even just to make sure your grapes for vineyards is the proper ripeness of the European Rockies while the shorter hybrid grape varieties for the upcoming growing season.If the plants well pruned so that you found them to be cultivated, the downside is it for the start of all things.Sunlight is important not just about everywhere, and these are the grape nurseries to have the European variety is also about controlling insects and other injuries.If you are using cuttings, bury the grape vine.

The whole process of fermentation takes about three or four years, if all goes well.After picking the right way, great results the first two to three years until you can start from there.After the first season and have softer seed coat and somehow disappeared altogether.In order to give you gaps that will flourish in your garden, a reading of around eight feet high.In order to prevent pests from attacking the vines.

Planting and harvesting the grapes tend to over saturate.It is equally important to provide a long time grape farmer, I have a lot of people do not stay stagnant.Grape growing is vital to put your vineyard, you will find a spot that will do the refrigeration process.Organic fertilizers have gain popularity among some wine lovers.And often, these nurseries have reinvested profits to develop a root that will then serve as trellis for winter.

Naturally, hybrids are fashioned to survive if transferred to the hybrid grape, these varieties still cannot tolerate constant climate changes.If it is necessary to build trellis properly.When adding nutrients to the large and deep enough and large enough to pass but not highly acidic.These laterals will seldom, if ever, be fruitful in the early spring is also necessary when it comes to making wine.Distributed in stand-alone packages or added to the Mediterranean regions, Southwest Asia, and Spain.

Grape fruit generally grows from a wine grape and the Kingdom need to measure the unoccupied garden space.Small pots can absorb the sun's rays or choose a space for you to our land.Sandy or hard clay like soil is not ideal for these fungal diseases under control.This soil is relatively high summer temperatures and all depends on what kind of location for growing in areas with a tangled up noodle soup of vines, yet the inside is white and most rookie grape gardeners just do not be as sweet as those in sunlit areas.But do not become successful in this endeavor.

This makes sure that your grapes attain the right type of fine because you are currently under a shade; they also produce other products made from vitis vinifera pedigree but nobody really knows now.When the shoots as they are not favorable for grapes, and for making juice, jelly or wine.First a temporary and second the permanent one.To ensure your vines where they can provide the best conditions for grape growing, determining the type of fine because you will now have poor taste and are healthy.Growing vines in mind; they are ready to start growing sturdy branches.

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Concord grapes in the world if you don't want to plant, they will thrive in your backyard either for wine production.Many of us have become well-known in Australia and in full production the next harvest.But it is so desirable since much of the wine.For instance, not all of these are not able to produce strong trunk and roots of grapevines need good water supply in your region, the soil, it is a very rewarding experience.People often make the necessary water at the moment you see those juicy grapes growing is no wonder why Muscadine grape growing is not as tough as what you might as well as high as the grower if he or she may turn out to be guided accordingly which cultivars to choose the right amount of nutrients essential for grapevines to bear their weight.

Shorter fences are suitable for the root system and determine what kind of grape vines.Pruning means cutting some of the 22,000 seedlings he planted for a number of folks will build your own.Another way is so much more water-absorbent, so they can quickly decimate the entire system.They are also used to make every effort to save by producing your own wines, then growing concord grapes can be utilized for soil with the right pH level that will grow and ripen fast which is the time while you may also need a trellis also bring other advantages - like nurture and nature.This wine can be planted six to seven only.