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shadowtriovibes · 1 year

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i think i'm gonna love you (for a long, long time)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex, unsafe PIV sex, enemies to lovers, rivals with benefits, love confessions, slightly sentient Room of Requirement

Summary: request: "what if seb and reader have been academic rivals since they’ve started hogwarts, are basically enemies, and seemingly can’t stand each other. meanwhile everyone knows of their rivalry, BUT what they don’t know is that the two take their aggression out on each other by sleeping together … and maybe seb eventually admits his feelings when someone tries to flirt/sleep with reader and seb gets pissy and jealous…"

But not even three days had gone by before you were at it again – this time with Sebastian lifting you onto an unused potions stand and burying his face between your thighs. Afterward you heard yourself saying filthily enticing nonsense to Sebastian to coax him into pressing inside you, fucking you so hard that a whole stack of empty cauldrons next to you tipped over – and even then you didn’t stop. You have not and will not talk about it. "Take out your wand," you growl. "Take off your clothes," he counters.

To this day, neither you nor Sallow will admit which one of you found the Room of Requirement first.

If you ask him, he’ll swear up and down that he found it first. As his story goes, he’d been wandering the Astronomy Tower in a frenzy, pacing back and forth in front of that batty tapestry with the dancing trolls and thinking that he desperately needed somewhere where he could grow magical plants with the same kinds of results he would get back home in Feldcroft.

Sebastian isn’t exactly a green thumb, but he’s nevertheless determined to excel in Herbology, just like he does in all his classes. Magical plants are overflowing with life and therefore especially challenging to someone like Sebastian, who firmly believes that he can track down a book that will help him solve just about anything. But to succeed in Herbology, he needed planters, and good soil, and most of all a consistent climate like the temperate hamlet in which he grew up.

Then the Room of Requirement appeared, offering a spacious greenhouse-like room full of empty planters, limitless fertilizer and a shelf full of books on Herbology.

You, on the other hand, contend that he’s utterly full of it.

You had obviously found the Room of Requirement first because Professor Sharp had specifically mentioned its existence to you. (Of course, it was an attempt to stop you from lingering in his potions classroom at all hours trying to improve your brewing skills.)

When you had entered, you were greeted by an array of squeaky-clean cauldrons, a dozen potions stations, shelves of exotic ingredients in glass jars – even a hopping pot!

Neither of you had known that the other was aware of the Room’s existence until one late autumn evening in your sixth year when you’d both arrived at the same time to do some after-hours studying.

To say that you and Sallow had a complicated relationship is a severe understatement. Academic rivals, occasional friends, frequent adversaries… no one really knew where the two of you stood on any given day. By your sixth year, you both were competing to be at the top of your class and your friendship was extremely tenuous at best. The stress of your upcoming N.E.W.T. exams was tangible, and while neither of you said anything to the other, both of you felt overwhelmed – and you needed that Room.

You’d nearly dueled for it right there in the hallway, but then the door to the Room quickly appeared and inside you’d discovered that it had efficiently rearranged itself to suit both your needs.

You made a pact that the east wing full of bubbling potions and self-cleaning cauldrons was to be your domain, and the west wing’s long rows of planters bursting with plant life would be Sebastian’s. For the rest of the year, you’d simply tried to avoid each other as much as possible.

—

“You’re a right foul prick, you know that?” you tell Sebastian as the door to the Room slams shut behind you.

“What is it this time?” he asks lazily, trimming a few leaves off of a dittany plant without sparing you a glance.

“You cheated today at Crossed Wands,” you insist.

You shrug off your robes and drop your school bag to the floor, leaving your belongings in a messy heap feet from the Room’s entrance. As soon as Sebastian hears your bag hit the ground, he sets down his shears.

“You’ve finally gone mad,” he says simply. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

“You cheated,” you repeat. “Even Lucan thinks using Diffindo was a step too far.”

“I missed, didn’t I?” he reminds you as he turns around. “Though judging by the state of you, that’s hard to believe.”

Admittedly, you are quite disheveled. You’d practically sprinted up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower to give Sebastian a piece of your mind, and now you’re red-faced, a bit sweaty and your hair is a wild mess.

“I have half a mind to hex you right here, right now,” you seethe.

Sebastian rakes his gaze down your body and smirks.

“Did you come all this way just for a rematch?” he asks, his voice low.

That’s all it takes for the energy in the room to shift wildly.

You are not proud of this, but ever since the beginning of your seventh year, you and Sebastian have been sleeping together. It’s just a ridiculous amount of sex, really.

You can’t even remember how it started. You just remember that one day, the two of you were standing in the middle of your shared Room arguing ferociously about whether you could help yourself to some of the lacewing flies flitting around Sebastian’s Mallowsweet bushes.

The next thing you knew, your back was against a bookshelf and your arms were wrapped around Sebastian’s neck while he kissed you breathless. Moments later, your skirt was pushed up around your waist and he was pressing two fingers inside you and it was bloody brilliant.

After he’d deftly gotten you off and you’d returned the favor with your mouth, you quickly sprung apart and didn’t say a word to each other.

You have not and will not talk about it.

“Take out your wand,” you growl.

“Take off your clothes,” he counters.

Your hands twitch at your sides as you consider your options. Wand or skirt? Vengeance, or satisfaction?

Sebastian looks entirely too satisfied with himself when you mumble a curse under your breath and reach behind you for the clasp of your skirt.

He quickly unbuttons his own shirt while you step out of your shoes and roll down your stockings. Lately whenever the two of you strip off your clothes, it turns into an unspoken race that Sebastian wins almost every time, though you insist it’s only because he doesn’t have to wear corsets.

At least he’s not too much of a prick to make you take off the offending garment yourself, even if it’s mostly an excuse to get his hands on your body as soon as he can.

Sebastian is still wrestling with the last hook on your corset when a door appears in the middle of the back wall of the Room, creaking open with absolutely no subtlety.

(You had both been horrifically embarrassed the first time the Room had offered you a bedroom, but since then you’ve grown to appreciate it.)

Sebastian roughly marches you inside and pushes you down on the bed. You snap at him to watch it, not so hard up for him that you won’t go and get your wand.

He simply raises an eyebrow at you like he doesn’t believe you and joins you on the bed, turning you over onto your stomach.

“I’m not a dog, Sallow,” you protest.

“Let me get a look at you first,” he explains. “Got you in the back at Cross Wands, I just want to check that it’s closed up.”

You fall silent at that. Rather than firing off a witty retort about how it’s so typical that he’d cast a spell at you with your back turned, you reach for a pillow and wad it up under your head, letting him trace his fingertips over a sensitive, freshly-healed burn wound on your shoulder blade.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your back?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you answer, just as softly. “Poppy put some salve on it for me, it’s fine.”

“Good,” he murmurs.

Before he lets you turn around, he presses a soft kiss over the wound. It’s unsettling at first. It feels sweet, apologetic – possibly even claiming. Those are not words you associate with Sebastian Sallow of all people, who is brash and unrepentant and certainly not dependable.

(These are all things you remind yourself daily to try to stop being so stupidly, foolishly in love with him.)

Then it’s over, and he’s got you on your back with his hands on your tits while he’s determinedly tonguing at your clit, stubbornly set on making you come with just his mouth as if to prove that he can.

—

You’re in an especially foul mood several weeks later when Leander pulls you aside after Charms class.

“Can I help you?” you ask annoyedly.

Your patience for Prewett has gone down significantly since you were younger. As a spoiled young man about to enter the wizarding world, he’s become haughty and pretentious and remains not particularly talented.

He’s nothing like Sebastian, your lovesick brain tells you, which makes you sincerely sick of yourself as well.

“Perhaps you can,” he says teasingly. “I was thinking about going down to Hogsmeade this weekend and I wanted to invite you to join me.”

“I don’t have time, I need to study,” you tell him, trying to beg off.

“You do seem particularly aggrieved today,” Leander points out. “Why don’t you let me take you to the Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer?”

“Leander, I’m just not interested,” you insist, moving to duck around him.

“Quit being ridiculous, we’ve been playing this little game for far too long,” he says arrogantly, reaching for your hand to stop you from walking off.

Before he can touch you, a fiery spell arcs through the air and lands squarely on Leander’s palm. He yelps in pain as he pulls back his hand, cradling it to his chest.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” he demands. “Did you do that?”

“I did, Prewett,” you hear Sebastian’s voice say.

You glance behind you and notice that he’s leaning far too casually against the wall outside of class, lazily spinning his wand in his fingers.

“You seem to have a really hard time understanding the word ‘no,’” Sebastian observes. “That thick-headedness, is that something all Gryffindors have, or is it just you?”

As a Gryffindor yourself, you shoot him a look.

“Bugger off, Sallow,” Leander replies. “This is none of your business, you prat.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Sebastian says, his voice formidably even. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, that’s very much my business.”

“Since when do you give a damn about her?” Leander challenges. “You two hate each other, everyone knows that.”

“We don’t,” you mumble. “Sebastian, he just – we’re competitive, that’s all. But we’re friends.”

“‘Competitive?’ He’s nowhere near your level,” Leander sneers.

Sebastian scoffs, and you brace for him to go on and on about his many accomplishments – all earned, of course – but instead he says, “Obviously, Prewett, as there’s no one in this entire school who’s good enough for her, myself included. But you don’t have to try so damn hard to fall to the bottom of the list.”

Good enough?

You blink, stunned. Leander looks bewildered as well, but then he demands, “Is that what this is about? You’re in love with her?”

“What?” you laugh. “Of course he’s not.”

“Of course I am,” Sebastian says easily. “Hopelessly, in fact.”

You must have fallen and smacked your head off the statue outside of class when Leander tried to grab you, you think. That’s the only way any of this makes any sense.

“You’re pathetic,” Leander guffaws. “Merlin, Sallow, I actually feel bad for you!”

Again, you brace yourself for Sebastian to throw a litany of devastating curses toward Leander, but instead he simply shrugs and tucks his wand away.

“Go right ahead, mate,” he says, reaching for your hand.

Mindlessly you let him take it, lacing his fingers with yours while Leander just gapes. Without another word, Sebastian leads you toward the stairs up to the Astronomy Tower, the small crowd of students who’d gathered to watch the whole debacle swiftly parting for him.

“Sebastian,” you hiss. “What were you thinking back there?”

“Evidently I wasn’t,” he says under his breath.

“You have to apologize to Leander, and tell him you were just joking,” you say anxiously, fretting the whole way up the stairs. “He’s going to tell the entire school otherwise, and they’re all going to believe that you–”

“That I’m in love with you?” he cuts you off. “Good.”

“Good?!” you sputter. “But it’s not true!”

Sebastian comes to an abrupt stop feet from the room to the Door, a dumbstruck look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“You aren’t in love with me,” you say deliberately, as if you’re trying to communicate with someone who’s been concussed by a Bludger. “You don’t even like me, you can barely stand me.”

He’s wordlessly watching you pace and rant at him, his expression drawing tighter.

“It’s different in the Room, that’s not – that’s just physical,” you insist. “I understand that, Sebastian.”

“That’s what you want?” he asks, his voice sounding rougher than usual. “Just meaningless sex?”

“That’s what it’s always been, hasn’t it?” you ask desperately.

You feel like you’re going a bit mad. You never talk, you just strip each other bare and cling to each other unrelentingly like anchors while you get each other off, you thought that that’s all you could ever expect from him.

“Not for me,” Sebastian says bitterly. “Not for a while.”

“You… you never told me,” you breathe, your fingers twitching at your sides as though your hands have to reach out for him.

“I was scared!” he shouts. “I knew you didn’t feel the same way and I didn’t want to stop, I couldn’t stop, so I didn’t tell you.”

Merlin, you’re both so damn stupid, you realize.

“But you’re wrong,” you tell him, still tensed up like you’re both about to draw wands at each other. “Sebastian, I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Before either of you says another word, the door to the Room of Requirement swings open unprompted, and you become keenly aware of the sound of fourth-year students stomping up the stairs to their Astronomy lesson.

“Inside,” he murmurs, and the two of you quickly duck into your Room.

Sebastian reaches for you as soon as the door melts away. But this time instead of tugging off your tie or fumbling with the waistband of your skirt, he simply holds you against his chest, nose buried in your hair.

“Say it again,” he pleads.

“I love you,” you confess, lips pressed to the hollow of this throat. “I’m mad for you, Sebastian.”

“I need you,” he growls as his hands slide down from your back to your ass, easily sliding underneath your skirt. “I need you like this.”

He pulls you into a desperate kiss, and you can’t help but smile against each others’ lips when you hear that bedroom door creak open.

He marches you inside just like he had before, but this time you appreciate that his hands are gentle on your body as he maneuvers you toward the bed. You step out of your skirt and stockings and let him take off the rest, helping himself to slow, lazy kisses in between pulling garments off of you.

“Sebastian,” you eventually whine. “Hurry up.”

“Merlin, you’re still the same as before,” he laughs delightedly. “I’ll never catch a break with you, will I?”

“Never,” you grin.

Sebastian divests you of your corset and you lie down on the bed to watch him take off his own uniform. You’ve known him for so many years now, but in the past year, you’ve closely watched him grow from a boy into a man – solid, broad and deceptively tall.

“Come here,” you whisper, and he practically throws himself onto the bed.

“Can I ask you something?” he whispers against your jaw.

“Anything,” you breathe.

He pauses for a beat before murmuring, “Do you think it will be different now? Since we love each other?”

You pause to consider, but then you tell him, “I don’t think so, no.”

“Why’s that?” he asks curiously.

“Because we’ve been in love with each other this whole time,” you tell him softly. “So it’s not that different, really.”

Sebastian makes a heartbreakingly fond sound before he starts kissing down your body, single-minded in his quest to pleasure you.

You lose track of time while he’s licking you open, deliriously babbling words of praise and pleas for more until you realize you’ve both certainly missed your last class of the day. You don’t think you or Sebastian has ever missed a class, certainly not since your O.W.L.s, and now here you are with your legs spread and your love’s tongue on your clit and you can’t even remember what class you just missed.

He makes you come twice before he entertains the idea of letting you catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you much time to recover before he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders and sinking inside you, his brow furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

“Bastian,” you whine. “Please.”

He’s perhaps a touch too gentle with you at first, romanticizing your first time together as actual lovers rather than rivals letting off some steam.

But by now you’ve done sinful things in this bed more times than you can count, and you need the Sebastian who routinely whispers pure filth in your ear until you’re trembling on the edge of your climax – and he’s happy to deliver.

You’re nearly bent in half by the time he spills inside you, softly groaning your name. You slide a hand down your body to rub your clit and make yourself come one last time, desperate to reach your peak with him still inside you.

“Let me,” he grunts, nudging your hand away so he can finish you himself.

You’re completely spent by the time Sebastian pulls out of you and collapses next to you in bed. He tugs you against his chest and nudges a leg between yours, and that’s the first thing you notice that’s different than before.

You get to stay with him.

Despite knowing full well that you’ll surely miss dinner if you fall asleep, you both quickly drift off curled around each other, soaking in the peace and quiet of your Room.

—

The next morning, you and Sebastian wake up in a very different Room than the one you’ve occupied for the past two years.

Instead of a strict divide between your space and Sebastian’s, your bubbling cauldrons and bursting planters are tucked up together in thoughtful pairs — dittany next to the Wiggenweld cauldrons, knotgrass by your simmering Invisibility potions and so on.

“This is brilliant,” Sebastian observes after you get redressed and pace the length of the room together. “Why didn’t we do this earlier?”

You shoot him a withering look. “You know precisely why, Sallow.”

He laughs brightly and bumps his shoulder against yours.

“Regardless, good luck separating them now,” he murmurs. “What’s mine is yours, love.”

“What’s mine is yours,” you agree, a content smile on your lips.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #my fic #enemies to lovers #rivals with benefits c'mon now!!!#also it's late and i'm sleeby but i wanted to post this for the lovely anon who requested it #i hope it's coherent it's unbeta'd as always

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octopiys · 8 months

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Please please elaborate on the 141 x OldGuardau!reader

Oh my God hello OK I got u

The Old Guard is a Netflix movie about a group of people who are essentially born in different parts of time, and can die but get resurrected and stuff like that like the original post said, except the movie has more than one person. All of these people are born around historical events (dawn of time, witch trials, reign of terror) and are drawn to find each other and work as a team to not get caught by scientists or governments or anything like that, all while doing what they believe is best to protect the world.

Now for Reader, it's no small feat. If it's only themselves as an Immortal on this team (there's so much red tape around these operations including them) then it's okay. Reader is an asset to the military, and a powerful one at that.

Or maybe the reader is a newer immortal. Maybe they don't know they're immortal until an op goes bad, and they've been shot, bleeding out into an alleyway, their blood mingling with the water. Maybe their Lieutenant is aside them, doing everything within his power to keep them from bleeding out, but the wound is too bad. And in the rain, maybe they even die.

But with a gasp, they're awake again, and the young Lieutenant John Price is shocked. Baffled. No, there's not even a word for how he feels. His sergeant's wounds are knitting together after they died, and he knew they died because he witnessed it himself. He felt their pulse give out.

Now both Reader and Price are terrified. If Reader can't die, what'll happen then? He wants to radio it in to their captain, or the general, but Reader begs him not to.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, a war is brewing. Most top governments have heard whispers about a man called Kingfish, one who was so battle worn, so ruthless, so victorious, that he could topple governments by just stepping foot into their building. Rumors spread of no bullet able to pierce his flesh, like he was the Roman God of War himself.

Now, the United States doesn't believe in rumors until they've witnessed it firsthand. Little do they know, they already have.

Kate Laswell may only be a Station Chief, but she's damn good at her job. She knows her kind when she hears it, and recently there's been a shift. Like a sixth sense, she calls John.

And just like that, she knows. The next immortal is here, and with them, comes war.

Years pass, and tensions are rising between the East and the West. Price has even become captain, and scored himself a team and an odd one at that.

Of course, there's Reader. They've always been there first. A little more frazzled as time goes on, but still good. Yeah, still good.

Then joins Simon Riley. They call him the Ghost. This is reader's best bet for another immortal. Laswell has a few arguments against it, but has never outright denied the claim. But how metal is it that he clawed his way out of his own grave? That's immortal material if I've ever heard of it.

Then Kyle Garrick. They call him Gaz. Don't ask why. He's a bright thing, and a wicked sense of humor. He used to be on another force, but after an event, Price handpicked him to be on the task force. He's one of Reader's best friends. They wish he was immortal too.

Finally, came John MacTavish. He was younger than Gaz by at least a few months, making him the youngest on the 141, and Reader always held it over him. He had a fancy for pyrotechnics too, and a hell of a swear to him.

Maybe a few missions go by. Maybe more than that. They still can't get used to seeing Reader lifeless with a bullet in between their eyes, or a knife to the gut, or a grenade blown too close. Wounds heal quicker, but not if they're lethal. Yet the scars never show on their skin by the time the boys are able to pull them out of there. Reckless, maybe, but Reader's saved their asses more times than they could count.

The war rages on.

Kingfish's power grows in the East, and the task force grows wary. Even with Laswell's advice, there was still a guarantee that they'd be sent out to the front when it got bad enough, take out the threat. But the rumors have grown.

Kingfish cannot die.

And Laswell knows.

Kingfish has gone by many names throughout the centuries. His first, Emperor Nero, causing the fall of the entire Roman empire. After he faked his death, he worked from the sidelines. He slayed the last Byzantinian Emperor, he broke through the walls of Constaninople. The Reign of Terror: an advisor, and a trusted one at that. Now, the urge had resurfaced, and he took on a new name once more.

Vladimir Makarov. Kingfish.

Or, the entire team is immortal. Laswell knows about all of them. Ghost knows enough. Reader knows... Somewhat. But nobody else does. Frankly, nobody's given a thought to dying to find out. And until that tunnel, no one had even tried.

The scream is tearing out of reader's throat before Soap even hits the ground, Price still incapacitated, concussed. Reader does not care about the bomb. Ghost doesn't either. They're both there, checking for vitals as they panic, blood spilling out of his wound, as Gaz hoists Price to his feet and they go to disarm the bomb.

They find nothing within Soap. Absolutely nothing. Reader feels cold washing over the room, like they can't breathe. Like a numbness that consumed everything. Soap- If Soap went now... then it could be Gaz, or Price next. Ghost, Reader couldn't even think about. It seemed impossible. And it occurred to Reader that they didn't sign up for this. No dying, compared to anyone and everyone around you perishing in the blink of an eye. They used to be okay with it. And Soap was gone in an instant.

They're dragging him out in a hurry, and the faintest sound is pulled from his lips. It seems Laswell knew more about them all than she let on.

They get caught up in other enemies as Soap peels himself off the floor. They weren't gonna just let Makarov escape, they couldn't. They knew what he could do.

Price told Reader not to go after him. Not alone.

But Reader can't risk losing any more friends. Even if Soap did end up being okay. If something happened to Price or Gaz, they wouldn't be able to live with it.

But they would have to.

So Reader runs. They tear after him like a bat out of hell, taking bullet after bullet, felling each person who fired one. They reach the top of the stairs and launch themself at him, before a gun goes off.

Reader felt it go straight through their side in a searing hot blaze, knowing that this time, something was different. Something was wrong.

The comm was yanked out of their ear and smashed beneath a boot.

The wound they sustained wasn't that bad, in the grand scheme of things. Their vision darkens at the edges, like it does when these things happen, and before reader can close their eyes, a face fills their vision.

"Not as strong now, are you, little one?" The thick curl of Makarov's Russian lilt finds its way into their ears, as the sharp pounding fire in their side grows worse. Despite the woozy fight they put up, Reader is restrained, unable to call for help. The van comes into view as Price bursts out of a window behind them, barreling towards the group, Ghost in high pursuit.

They disappear behind the van's doors as they close, and as Reader's vision dampens more, they wonder why their bullet wound hasn't healed yet.

im so down to completely info dump on this, whether it be more details towards the story, or individual characters like reader or ghost or laswell or anything like that I fucking love the old guard

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acommonloon · 1 month

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Except for a few white knuckle moments on our stormy drive home, Saturday’s adventure ended with Ethereal Brewing located in the old James E. Pepper Distillery where I had one beer. Weather was predicted.

The atmosphere here is one of my favorites and the beer is always interesting with old ales, barrel aged beers, and European styles on offer. I especially appreciated the Progress Pride flag.

On the drive down we stopped at DQ for biscuits and gravy. A black woman was the only person working front of house. I thought she was early thirties, for sure she was a pro at this. On the side opposite where we sat was a group of old white men, several sporting MAGA hats.

I watched her carry food over to the mildly boisterous group a few times. The interaction seemed familiar and friendly. “Must be regulars I mentioned to D.”

As we got up to leave, I suggested I’d shout “Go Kamala!” As we passed them.

“Better not.” D replied. (I didn’t)

Sitting at the bar, I recalled a post, I’d read before leaving that morning, by Penzy’s Spices called “About Republicans”. A declaration right on their website and at a cost.

We’d got up early to go stand in line at Buffalo Trace in Frankfort to hopefully get a couple of bottles of Blantons bourbon. It’s one of my favorites and I especially like to give it as gifts. It’s allocated, meaning retail liquor stores get very little of it so they put it behind the counter and mark it up at huge margins. It retails for $69.99 but I mostly see it for $110-$180 locally, when I see it at all.

People travel from far and wide to visit Buffalo Trace and the many other distilleries in this part of Kentucky. It’s become a tourist destination for those who make drinking bourbon a hobby. According to the man controlling the front of the line, last year they had visitors from all 50 states and 32 countries.

When we arrived at the parking lot, staff members with Hi-Vis vests on, directed us to park. We were about 30mins before they opened but there was already 3 and a half snakes. Yes - snakes. There is a FB site devoted to tracking the bourbon availability there each day as well as how many people are lining up, with a line being a snake. It’s all very organized. Long lines painted on the asphalt define how to que up like at the airport. Unlike the airport, there’s no sense of desperation so no physical barriers are needed. There were dogs and kids in line. The people in front of us were from North Carolina and they had one of each.

What I realized, sitting at the bar was, there weren’t any black people in that line at Buffalo Trace. Ahem, none I noticed. There also weren’t any black people at our next stop, West Sixth Brewing either. There were a few black people at our next stop, the large art fair held in the park. A few exhibitors and a few walking about like us. <sigh> This is far from the first time I’ve noticed the places I choose to spend my time and money are mostly all white affairs.

What’s my point? Let’s elect a black woman to president. Let it be a step towards outlasting the racist homophobic anti other segment of our society. Let them die in fear as they’ve chosen to live. Let’s stand in lines of color.

#lines of color #white privelage #fuck maga

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scenefromthesidewalk · 1 year

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PRHBTN

by Dragon 76

Originally from Shiga, Japan, Dragon76 moved to NY in 2016 where his work continues to address themes of "the coexistence of two opposites such as past and future, stillness and motion, evil and justice." In Lexington, Kentucky, PRHBTN celebrates once criminalized public murals and street art and over the past decade has produced more than 40 murals. In 2017 PRHBTN invited Dragon76 to paint two new pieces. This one can be found on Legacy Trail just off W 6th St, behind West Sixth Brewing and next to Bluegrass Distillers.

LOCATION: 501 W 6th St, Lexington, KY 40508

IG: @dragon76art

#art #streetart #mural #Dragon76 #PRHBTN #LexingtonMurals

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greatbeernow · 2 years

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Christmas Ale from West Sixth Brewing. It's spicy with cinnamon and nutmeg. I got it from the Rare Beer Club, a beer delivery service that makes a great gift!

#beer #drinking #drinks #brewery #craft beer #christmas #christmas tree #gift ideas #gift

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linneatanner · 6 months

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Judith Arnopp A Matter of Time #HistoricalFiction #Tudor #HenryVIII #NewRelease #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub @JudithArnopp @cathiedunn

FEATURED AUTHOR: JUDITH ARNOPP I’m delighted to welcome Judith Arnopp again as the featured author in The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour held March 12th – 14th, 2024. Judith Arnopp is the author of the Historical Biographical Fiction, A Matter of Time: Henry VIII, the Dying of the Light (The Henrician Chronicle Book 3), which was independently released on 2nd February 2024 (302 pages). Below are highlights of A Matter of Time, Judith Arnopp’s author bio, and a snippet from her book. Tour Schedule Page: https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2024/02/blog-tour-a-matter-of-time-by-judith-arnopp.html EXCERPT: A MATTER OF TIME A Matter of Time: Henry VIII, the Dying of the Light (The Henrician Chronicle Book 3) by Judith Arnopp Blurb: With youth now far behind him, King Henry VIII has only produced one infant son and two bastard daughters. More sons are essential to secure the Tudor line and with his third wife, Jane Seymour dead, Henry hunts for a suitable replacement. After the break from Rome, trouble is brewing with France and Scotland. Thomas Cromwell arranges a diplomatic marriage with the sister of the Duke of Cleves but when it comes to women, Henry is fastidious, and the new bride does not please him. The increasingly unpredictable king sets his sights instead upon Katherine Howard and instructs Cromwell to free him from the match with Cleves. Failure to rid the king of his unloved wife could cost Cromwell his head. Henry, now ailing and ageing, is invigorated by his flighty new bride but despite the favours he heaps upon her, he cannot win Katherine’s heart. A little over a year later, broken by her infidelity, she becomes the second of his wives to die on the scaffold, leaving Henry friendless and alone. But his stout heart will not surrender and leaving his sixth wife, Katheryn Parr, installed as regent over England, Henry embarks on a final war to win back territories lost to the French more than a century before. Hungry for glory, the king is determined that the name Henry VIII will shine brighter and longer than that of his hero, Henry V. Told from the king’s perspective, A Matter of Time: Henry VIII: the Dying of the Light shines a torch into the heart and mind of England’s most tyrannical king. Buy Links: Universal Buy Links to the three titles in the series: A Matter of Conscience: https://mybook.to/amoc A Matter of Faith: https://mybook.to/amofaith A Matter of Time: https://mybook.to/amot AUTHOR BIO: JUDITH ARNOPP A lifelong history enthusiast and avid reader, Judith holds a BA in English/Creative writing and an MA in Medieval Studies. She lives on the coast of West Wales where she writes both fiction and non-fiction. She is best known for her novels set in the Medieval and Tudor period, focusing on the perspective of historical women but recently she has been writing from the perspective of Henry VIII himself. Judith is also a founder member of a re-enactment group called The Fyne Companye of Cambria which is when she began to experiment with sewing historical garments. She now makes clothes and accessories both for the group and others. She is not a professionally trained sewer but through trial, error and determination has learned how to make authentic looking, if not strictly historically accurate clothing. Her non-fiction book, How to Dress like a Tudor was published by Pen and Sword in 2023. Her novels include: A Song of Sixpence: the story of Elizabeth of York The Beaufort Chronicle: the life of Lady Margaret Beaufort (three book series) A Matter of Conscience: Henry VIII, the Aragon Years (Book One of The Henrician Chronicle) A Matter of Faith: Henry VIII, the Days of the Phoenix (Book Two of The Henrician chronicle) A Matter of Time: Henry VIII, the Dying of the Light (Book Three, Coming soon) The Kiss of the Concubine: a story of Anne Boleyn The Winchester Goose: at the court of Henry VIII Intractable Heart: the story of Katheryn Parr Sisters of Arden: on the Pilgrimage of Grace The Heretic Wind: the life of Mary Tudor, Queen of England Peaceweaver The Forest Dwellers The Song of Heledd Previously published under the pen name – J M Ruddock. The Book of Thornhold A Daughter of Warwick: the story of Anne Neville, Queen of Richard III Author Links: Website Blog Twitter Facebook LinkedIn Instagram Threads Bluesky Pinterest Book Bub Amazon Author Page Goodreads SNIPPET: A MATTER OF TIME May day 1540 Henry preparing for the May Day celebration The morning of the annual May Day celebrations dawns bright and the whole court is merry. Culpepper arrives early, a little after dawn, to change my bandages before the gentlemen of the bedchamber arrive to help me dress. Already garbed in their finest, we will make a fine splash of colour when we enter the competition grounds. I am not competing today, since my leg continues to plague me, but Thomas Seymour and Richard Cromwell will be riding in my stead. Before I have finished dressing, Will Somer appears, clad as usual in goose turd green with a jolly feather in his cap. “I am ready,” he announces grandly. “Are you wearing that, sweet king, are you sure that is wise?” He regards my finery with a curled lip, which makes the gentlemen gasp, but I am confident I am looking my best. Somer is doing what he is paid to do. It is a shame more of my servants don’t do the same. My companions may have missed the cheeky sparkle in his eye, but nothing evades me. I content myself with clouting the fool around the head and, when he ducks away laughing, I throw a jug at him. It crashes at the feet of Culpepper who is just bringing my hat for approval. He stops in surprise, looks wide-eyed around the chamber. “Is it safe to come in?” he asks with a grin before approaching and arranging my cap at a jaunty angle, and fluffing the wisps of feathers so that they float fetchingly about my head. 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Nailers' Desruisseaux Named Warrior Hockey ECHL Player of the Month

The ECHL has announced that Wheeling Nailers forward Cédric Desruisseaux has been named the Warrior Hockey ECHL Player of the Month for October. Desruisseaux, 23, got his third professional season started with a phenomenal road trip, as he collected multiple points in all three of Wheeling's contests to help the club to a 2-1-0 record. On Opening Night, Cédric snapped a 1-1 tie in the first period, then added another goal as well as an assist, as the Nailers defeated the Cincinnati Cyclones, 4-1. Then, on October 27th, the Warwick, Québec native posted a four-point game with one goal and three assists, as Wheeling cruised past the Kalamazoo Wings, 7-2 on orange ice. His goal tied the contest at two, following a successful 1:57 penalty kill of a 5-on-3. Finally, Desruisseaux dished out two assists on October 28th against the Fort Wayne Komets. Cédric concluded October with three goals, six assists, and nine points in three games. This is Desruisseaux's third season with the Nailers, as he was originally acquired in a trade with the Trois-Rivières Lions in March of 2022. Cédric recorded seven points in 11 regular season games at the end of that year, then added a pair of assists in seven playoff clashes. Last season, Desruisseaux led Wheeling in all offensive categories with 30 goals 29 assists, and 59 points, and was one of three players to appear in all 72 regular season games. His second point on Saturday was the 100th of his 128-game professional career between Wheeling, Trois-Rivières, and the AHL's Laval Rocket. The ECHL Player of the Month first got awarded during the 1996-97 season, and Desruisseaux is the sixth Wheeling player to win the award. The previous five winners were Steve Gibson (March, 1997), Brendon Hodge (April, 2006), Tommy Goebel (October, 2008), Ben Street (December, 2010), and Cam Brown (December, 2018). Cédric Desruisseaux and the Wheeling Nailers will begin their home season on Saturday night at 7:10, when they play the first of two games this weekend against the Reading Royals. Opening Night will feature Mad Chad Taylor - the chainsaw juggler, as well as a magnetic schedule giveaway, and the debut of Nail Ale by Big Timber Brewing. Season memberships and other terrific ticket plans for the 2023-24 season are available now by calling (304) 234-GOAL. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Read the full article

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The Best Things to Do in Lexington, Kentucky

Located in the state of Kentucky, Lexington is a city known for its thoroughbred racetracks, horse farms, and historic sites. This area is also home to the Kentucky Horse Park, which features the International Museum of the Horse. The city is also home to Lexington Cemetery, where 1800s politician Henry Clay is buried. The cemetery features a Romanesque gatehouse and an arboretum.

Mary Todd Lincoln House

Located in Lexington, Kentucky, the Mary Todd Lincoln House is one of the oldest structures in the city. It is a Federal style house dating from the early nineteenth century.

The house was purchased by the state in 1967. It is now operated by the Kentucky State Parks Department. The Mary Todd Lincoln House is open to the public Monday through Saturday. It has an impressive gift shop with items from the region. It is also partially wheelchair accessible.

The house is decorated with furnishings from the 19th century. There is a special children's tour of the house. Visitors can also play trivia games, compose Mary-inspired treats, and listen to period music played by violinist Brice Farrar.

Bluegrass BBQ Fest

Featuring a bevy of bluegrass musicians and a slew of barbecue contestants, the Bluegrass BBQ Fest is an annual event held in Lexington, North Carolina. The show, aptly named, is a two-day event that features the best of the best from the region's best barbecue spots.

The Bluegrass BBQ Fest, which runs on both Saturday and Sunday, is free to attend and is a fun day out for the whole family. There are dozens of food vendors setting up in and around the event, with the best ones invariably located by the main stage.

Gratz Park Historic District

Gratz Park is a historic neighborhood in Lexington, Kentucky. It is a neighborhood that is home to sixteen large historic homes and a city park. The historic district was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1979. The neighborhood has a rich history, and many houses are open to the public.

Gratz Park was originally built as a lot for the early settlers of Lexington. It was also the location of the city's first public library. After the Civil War, the area fell into neglect.

Keeneland racecourse

Located in Lexington, KY, Keeneland racecourse is a famous thoroughbred racing facility. It is home to four annual auctions, which attract owners from all over the world.

Keeneland is a National Historic Landmark. The facility was created by a group of horsemen, including Jack Keene, Hal Price Headley, and Major Louie Beard. They wanted to improve the sport of Thoroughbred racing. They also wanted to establish a training center. The property that Keene purchased included a mile-and-a-furlong private racetrack and roadway, as well as land for future stables.

West Sixth Brewing

Whether you are a Lexington local or just visiting, West Sixth Brewing is a must. They're located at 501 W 6th St, Lexington KY and have a ton of different types of beer on tap, as well as a plethora of collaborations.

They have a cool, albeit small, barrel room, complete with floor-to-ceiling barrels, clay floor tiles, reclaimed wood accents, and a beer garden. The space is a great location for meetings, parties, or simply a nice relaxing beer.

They have a lot of different types of beer to choose from, including their flagship Amber, as well as seasonals, IPAs, and the Pennyrile Pale ale. They also have a cool little walk/run club, which is great for getting in some exercise.

Kentucky Straight High Rye Bourbon

Using a mashbill of 65% yellow corn, 30% rye, and 5% malted barley, Blue Run Kentucky Straight High Rye Bourbon has been aged in both Bardstown and Frankfort, Kentucky. It is a spirited bourbon, brimming with baking spices, stone fruit, and black pepper.

This bourbon was selected as a finalist at the 2021 San Francisco World Spirits Competition. It is bottled at 111 proof. The mashbill has a sweet aroma, with hints of brown sugar butter, vanilla bean, and ripe fig. It also has rustic notes of fresh cut hay from high rye.

Bluegrass Distillers

Located in Lexington, Kentucky, the Alltech Lexington Brewing and Distilling Company is a newer distillery that produces Town Branch Bourbon, Town Branch Rye Whiskey, Kentucky Bourbon Barrel Ale, and several others. They also produce a variety of gin, including their popular Town Branch Gin, which is made with Kentucky Bourbon. They are now also making a variety of corn whiskeys and spirits.

The Lexington Brewery and Distilling Company is located in a newly renovated distiller's house in Lexington, Kentucky. The distillery produces a variety of distilled spirits and offers guided tours. The company has plans to release several new products, including Lone Whisker Bourbon and Tanner's Curse Bourbon. It will also release a new wheat whiskey.

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