#jammy's 500 celebration

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Hello,

Congrates again Sweetie, you really deserves it ❤️

I don't know how many asks we can send and I had so many ideas of combinations

I am sending two of them depending on what's inspiring you. If both of them inspire you, it's even better. 🤭

🥳😶❤️ Steve Rogers

👇🕯😈 Jake Jensen

Good luck 😘

Okay this is definitely a brain teaser

but still, I'm going to go with 🥳😶❤️ Steve Rogers, because this reminded me of an idea I once had...

Disguise

Captain America!Steve Rogers x You

Warning: A little cursing but that's all.

Summary: It's your first mission, and Captain America has told you to disguise yourself. You've followed that order to a "T".

A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I have to say, originally I wanted to write a short drabble where Steve was teaching her a lesson, but then I wondered, why is she on this mission in the first place? and I can't control this drabble which turned into a ~2k one-shot....

"... and the last item on our agenda," Maria took a brief stop from her briefing and looked around the room like a hawk, scanning everyone with her sharp eyes until they landed on the selected few, "congratulations on our fellow analysts who have applied for the field agent assistant position and passed the final test."

With a few claps from the fellow analysts, she paused again, waiting until the claps died down before quickly gathering her thoughts and assigned a few missions to three other analyst/field agent assistant, "And Y/N, I will brief you for your next mission, please stay for a few more minutes after this meeting. The rest of you, keep up the good work. You are dismissed."

It had been an eventful six months with all of your trainings - basically starting up from the ground up, no previous experience being an agent whatsoever - but you made it till the end, even though barely passing all the bars that are required for a field agent assistant. You felt very lucky as field agent assistant only requires 60% of what full-time agents can achieve, and watching your once muscle-lacking arms and legs, now turned out to be somewhat of an amateur wrestler, half of a professional boxer, and a sprinkle of assassin (thanks to Clint for his dart training).

You felt good about yourself. Truly, good.

Maria handed you a slim brown folder with a few pages in it. Opening it with sheer curiosity, you hear Maria picking out a few important points to brief: "There is rumored to be a highly dangerous neurotoxin in the black-market with more than a dozen buyers interested. This mission would be an undercover job in Venice, where the said toxin would be sold to the highest bidder."

The first page had a few sentences of what the said toxin could do. It evaporates soon but kills just as quickly. Victim's skin turned purple in contact with this chemical, looking as if they had suffocated to death. Word on the street? It was responsible for the terrorist attack in Paris last month.

"You would be posing as Mrs. Anna Dashevsky, wife of Mr. Vlad Dashevsky, the notorious couple of wreaking havoc: the train accident in Germany, the bombing in L.A., and a few other dozen of suspected murders and attacks. We have apprehended them both from their Belarus safe house twenty-four hours ago, safe to say that your cover would not be blown since the auction is fully anonymous." Maria had her skeptical look on you, her cold voice brought chills to your spine, "Unless of course, you got made."

"No, I won't, Ma'am." You replied on instinct, knowing fully well that the danger of arms dealers and terrorists gathering in such an auction could possibly be the end of your career - and your life as well, which was why you took a glance at the page of Mr. and Mrs. Dashevsky, making a mental note of the couple's information.

"Good. I shall hope not." Maria gestured you to turn the file to the next page, "You would be working with an Avenger for this mission. Your task is to provide tactical analytic support on the ground. Locate the position of the toxin, get it out, our team would be picking you up two miles south of the venue -" She pointed to a red cross marked on the map, "which is this bridge. If you missed the rendezvous, retreat to the safehouse." Her fingers tapped the red circle on the corner of the map, "Proceed as Protocol 4-12 Agent in Distress."

You scanned over the map to remember the extraction routes, noticing that these are the only pages in the thin folder, "There's no teammate information - am I going in there as Anna alone, or ...?"

Maria shook her head lightly, "You would be greeted by your teammate once you land in Venice, and your teammate would be posing as Vlad, your husband - I noticed you've got a B+ in Russian?" Seeing that you've nodded in confidence, Maria continued, "Good. Practice your Russian, might be handy. Your flight takes off at Runway Charlie in thirty minutes, I'd suggest you head off to the equipment room right now for the gadgets."

"Yes, Ma'am." You dared not linger a second more and headed straight to the equipment room.

First mission on the ground. You could not be more excited.

Turned out, you could. When the famous Captain America greeted you once your plane had landed on a small airstrip in the outskirt of Padova. Where he was leaning by a smooth silver sedan with a fake nose and a fake moustache.

You almost did not recognise him until he spoke.

"Steve." He introduced himself briefly, extending his hand for you to shake. Didn't take much to know the only one named "Steve" existing in the Avengers team was Steve Frigging Rogers, Captain America himself, the golden boy of the States, and the man with the plan.

"Hi! I'm Anna." You put down your briefcase of trinkery, took his hand and shook with a firmer grip than you had imagined. "Well, my name isn't Anna," You smiled apologetically, "It's ..."

"I know, Y/N." He chuckled, opening the car door for you, gesturing for you to sit, "I've got the files Maria sent. We'll talk on the way."

Yeesh, such gentleman. You bit back the grin and sat in the passenger's seat, while he put the case into the backseat.

The drive from Padova to Venice took about forty minutes, during which he briefed you the latter half of the information required. You switched to one of those little boats - which Italian name you still couldn't pronounce - on entering Venice, by that time you were picking up something casual to talk about, just in case the toxin seller had eyes and ears around the potential buyers.

"First time leaving the office, huh?" He teased you lightly, rubbing small circles around your shoulder blade, pretending to be intimate as he spoke softly.

"Yeah." You murmured, clasping and un-clasping your hand due to obvious nervousness, "It's the first time, well ... ever."

"It's okay." Steve smiled warming, practically glowing kindness when he offered to soothe your nerves, "I'd say you would forget about it ..." He shrugged, "But then I would be lying. Truth is, it's always frightening for the first time, but you will be fine." Steve beamed at you, scratching his fake nose, which you thought must be some kind of silicone that created authentic skin-like appearance, "Just give it time."

Your destination was the safehouse marked on the map. After Steve tipped the boat guy generously, he made sure no one was lurking before tugging a key out of his pocket and opened the door.

Maybe it was your expression that betrayed you, because Steve read something from your looks and grinned, "You want to ask me something? Go ahead."

You're that obvious? But you decided it was best to follow orders.

"This safe house doesn't look so ... safe." You commented, "How are we supposed to defend ourselves, if it comes to ... you know," you chuckled drily, "shooting and stuff?"

Steve seemed stunned for a moment, before really taking a good look at the plain wooden floor and the almost ancient decor in the kitchen, the rusty oven, the missing cabinet door, the whole lot suggesting this place hadn't been set foot in years.

"What, this?" His brows furrowed into a knot, as if seeing completely different things.

You nervously waited for his reply.

"Oh..." Realization hit him as he slapped himself on the forehead, pressing a button below the kitchen table, "You mean ... this."

The noise of machine operating out of nowhere startled you, almost immediately sent you into a defensive position. But as the old crappy oven flipped to the other side and showed an array of guns, bullets, knives, and tasers, the dusty kitchen table pulled the planks to its side and revealed a huge tactical screen, and the fireplace tugged a secret passageway open for an escape route, your jaw fell on the floor.

"I might have told Tony about the whole disguise idea for the safe houses and uh," Steve chuckled, "He and Bruce took it way too seriously. Probably got a bit carried away too."

"One little problem, though," You raised your index finger and swiped a line along the greasy stove, making a face, "I don't think there's anything we can find here to eat ...?"

"Don't worry about that." Steve waved his hand dismissively, "We won't be here more than an hour before heading to the auction place. There's a full wardrobe and weaponry upstairs, first door on the right - but I'm sure you have already got plenty in your case - But by all means, take half an hour to adjust, rest, grab what you need, and I want us out of here by an hour. That sounds good?"

"Good. Okay. Thumbs up." You confirmed and headed upstairs with your suitcase, only to close the bedroom door and squeal into your palms.

O.M.FUCKING.GEE!

Captain America. In the living flesh!

On your first-ever mission!

Three soft knocks came through the thin wooden door.

"You alright in there?"

"I'm okay Cap - I mean, Vlad!" You called out, realizing as soon as you spoke that your voice was hoarse than usual.

"Careful there. The wardrobe door is on the left-hand side. Give me a shout if you need anything."

After that, small trotting noises, probably from the footsteps of Steve Rogers going downstairs.

Left-hand side? You eyed the dusty place curiously, poking and prodding the moldy wallpaper. You didn't see any wardrobe, other than -

Your nail bore contact with a piece of metal, from which a grey-ish camera leapt out of the wall, and nearly hit your hand.

It scanned your face, before emitting that rumbling Transformer noise again, revealing a wall full of weapons, money, and of course, clothes and wigs for disguises.

You gasped at the brand-new Magnums on the wall. You took your word back. This was the safest house in the fucking galaxy.

"Ta-da-" You walked down the stairs, "What do you think, Ca - Vlad?"

Steve had his gaze pinned on you for a moment. His expression was close to blank, which was giving you a hard time figuring out what he was thinking.

"Am I overdoing it?" You clenched the collar of your coat nervously, "Anna - I mean, I came from a Slavic root, so this is ... alright? No?"

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting the corner of his lips from the uncontrollable grin. "I would say, that this outfit is ... " He tried hard not to laugh, "It's good, great. Could use a few ... improvements, though."

You were wearing a thick fur coat and a fur hat, sunglasses too, dressing up like a polar bear rolled over in red and brown paint.

"Just because the Dashevsky's are from Slavic roots doesn't mean we have to dress up as good-ole fashioned Russian villains." Steve helped you take off the thick fur coat, smiling to himself, "We still have some time. Care to go through Disguise 101 with me?"

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Tagged by @akkurai-zandervos thank u friend

1. Nickname: Rin

2. Real name: Marina

3. Zodiac: Leo

4. Height: 5′ 5”

5. What time is it?: 7:40 am stupid fucking early hello??? Hello it’s Sunday! 😤

6. Favorite Musician/Group: Tchaikovsky

7. Favorite Sports Team: Stros

8. Other blogs?: Nah

9. Do I get asks?: Sometimes

10. How many blogs I follow?: idk n I’m not looking probably like 200-300

11. Tumblr crushes?: 😳🙈

12. Lucky numbers: 2, 3, 5, 30

13. What am I wearing now?: jammies I’m still in bed

14. Dream vacation: somewhere quiet

15. Dream car: I love my fiat 500 but back when I got my hhr I loved my hhr. Uhh I think the new gmc sierras are sexy but I probably won’t own one ever unless I start frequently hauling stuff I’m a practical lass

16. Favorite foods: Dirt and leaves, rocks, occasionally grubs

17. Drink of choice: Water

18. Languages: English

19. Instruments: oboe, saxophone, I’m learning bass guitar, I really want to learn trumpet but I swear it’s like Stockholm syndrome

20. Celebrity crushes: eat the rich

21. Random fact: if you don’t grease your tenon corks they will come off! The friction will pull them off the instrument, grease your tenon corks!! The instrument is worth over $1000 for goodness sake take care of it!!

I tag anyone who wants to!!

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today, i reached the incredible 800 followers, and i haven’t done anything since 500, so i decided to celebrate properly! besides, school has started, so i need something to occupy my mind with, lmao. anyway, thank y’all so much, i appreciate every single one of you and love you and give you hugs and jammie dodgers ♥♥♥

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name: Izzy

zodiac sign: Virgo, idk the specifics though

height: 5’1

time: 1:09 AM

favorite musician/group: Bright Eyes, Interpol, Stellastarr, Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens

favorite sports team: I don’t watch sports

other blogs: raspberryseltzer, staticseltzer, izzyposting, I think thts it, I don’t use those ones nearly as much as this one

do i get asks?: yes, mainly just from Mags though

how many blogs do i follow?: 500 sumthin, too many

any tumblr crushes?: nope

lucky number(s): 3, 4, 7, 8, 12

instruments: none

celebrity crushes: Robert Pattinson, Armie Hammer, and Peter Scanavino

what are you wearing right now?: my jammies, shorts n tshirt

dream vacation: to see the Bolshoi company perform 🥺🥺

dream car: a yellow fiat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

favorite food: pizza or tacos or french fries, I have the food palette of a child

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languages: english and a lil rusty hebrew

random fact: I’m suber religious! :3

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Family Celebration

Another RPF Appreciation Day Addition!

Anonymous said: 

I have an idea for RPF Appreciation Week. What if the Padalecki family through a mini party by themselves for no good reason? Just them having fun with each other.

word count: ~500

Jared settled Odette against his chest in the baby carrier, smiling as Shep ran after Tom into the store. He reached for Gen’s hand, threading their fingers together as they followed their sons.

As expected, Tom and Shep’s attention was immediately taken by the Ninja Turtles display right by the door, and they were debating with each other over which decorations they needed to get.  Gen and Jared had told them they could each get two decorative items, but they needed to all be different so they wouldn’t end up with 4 different banners, or four different balloons, but one of everything.

Gen left Jared to supervise as she headed toward the practical items they needed – tablecloth, plates and cups, candy.  Yes, candy was a ‘practical item’ for the Padalecki family.

By the time she returned, Jared had a basket with the things the boys had picked out, in addition to a couple things he added for himself and for Odette, deeming himself her representative.

Also, she reached for the Longhorn shaped balloon, so that was totally her choice, not Jared’s.

They all headed for the registers, paying before loading up the car.  Kids all strapped in, Jared drove them back to their house, the boys running their mouths as fast as their feet would run when they got out of the car. Jared and Gen’s hands were clasped over the center console, Gen smiling with joy at her family in the backseat.

When they got back to their house, everyone carried a bag inside, taking the party items directly to the lounge.  Gen ordered the boys to go change into their favorite jammies, not to return to the lounge until she told them it was okay.  Quickly, Jared and Gen set up the room, their little family party coming together perfectly.

Jared went to the kitchen, starting water to boil for the dinosaur shaped macaroni and cheese they’d be dining on, mixing together nuts, raisins, and M&Ms for a snack.  Once the pasta was cooking, he grabbed an assortment of juice boxes, filling a small cooler with ice and taking it to the lounge.

Gen had covered the coffee table with their Transformers table cloth, setting out Spider-man plates and cups for them to eat off of.  In no time they were ready, pasta served and Odette in her bouncer.

Tom and Shep came running in, excitement in their eyes when they saw the set-up.  Jared’s smile could light the room with how bright it was, nothing warmed his heart more than seeing his family happy.  They all settled around the coffee table, sitting cross-legged on the floor as they started the first movie of the evening.

Once the boys were eating and engrossed in the movie, Longhorn balloon on one side and Moana balloon on the other, Jared and Gen met eyes across the table.  Their little family party was a success, they were so glad they could do this before Jared left to film again.  Nothing could be better than spending an evening together as a family, just celebrating each other.

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Jammy Says Hey, celebrates 500 subscribers, does a Nintendo Switch taste test and reaches out to fellow cooks.

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Bunawan residents thankful for the assistance from Senator Bong Go

#PHinfo: Bunawan residents thankful for the assistance from Senator Bong Go

BAYUGAN CITY, Agusan del Sur, Jan. 4 – The residents of different barangays in the municipality of Bunawan, Agusan del Sur are thankful as they received the assistance from Senator Christopher “Bong” Go during his recent visit to residents affected by Tropical Depression Vicky, right before welcoming the new year 2021.   On Tuesday, December 29, Go and his team initiated a distribution activity held at the Zotico Moday Sports Complex and Cultural Center of said municipality. There, a total of 500 typhoon victims were provided with meals/food, medicine packs, vitamins, masks and face shields while strictly complying with health and safety protocols to avoid the spread of COVID-19 and other infectious diseases.

“Ang hindi ko makakalimutan na sikreto ni Presidente [Rodrigo] Duterte na kanyang itinuro sa akin ay ang unahin at mahalin mo ang kapwa Pilipino mo — dito, hinding-hindi ka magkakamali (One thing that I could never forget President Rodrigo Duterte told me is to love and prioritize our co-Filipino – and one will never regret it),” Go began in his speech.   “Kung mamatay man ako papauwi, masaya ako dahil nakapunta ako ng Bunawan at nakapagserbisyo ako sa mga kapwa ko (Should I die as I go home, I’d be happy that I was able to visit Bunawan and was able to give the services to you),” he continued.   During Go’s visit, selected indigents have received shoes from the senator.  Others were provided with bicycles for their commute to work given limited public transportation options. Another set of beneficiaries were given tablets so their children can participate better in the blended learning set-up being implemented in schools.   The Senator, also the chair of the Senate Committee on Health, acknowledged that the pandemic had overburdened many people with their medical and healthcare needs. Given this, he offered to assist those in need of medical assistance.   “Lapitan nyo lang kami. Tutulong kami sa pampagamot ninyo. Kung anumang karamdaman ninyo, susuporta kami. Dahil para sa amin, importante ang buhay ng bawat Pilipino (Just approach us. We will help you in your medical needs. Whatever illness or sickness you have, we are here to give support. Because for us, life of each Filipino is important),” he said.   He also advised them that they may conveniently seek further aid from government through the Malasakit Center at the Butuan Medical Center in Butuan City or neighboring Compostela Valley Provincial Hospital in Nabunturan, Davao de Oro. He promised that a Malasakit Center would also be opened in Agusan del Sur soon.    “Batas na po ang Malasakit Center. Para po ito sa bawat Pilipino. At sisiguraduhin namin na magkakaroon rin ng ganito dito sa probinsya ninyo para matulungan ang mga taga rito na nangangailangan ng tulong pangkalusugan (The Malasakit Center is already a law. This is for all the Filipino people. And we assure you that the province of Agusan del Sur will also have this soon to address your health needs),” he said.   The Malasakit Center is a one-stop shop where Filipino patients can conveniently avail medical assistance from the Department of Health, Department of Social Welfare and Development, Philippine Health Insurance Corporation, and Philippine Charity Sweepstakes Office. Go is the principal author and sponsor of Republic Act 11463, otherwise known as the Malasakit Centers Act of 2019.   The Senator also reminded everyone to cooperate with the government, remain vigilant, and follow health protocols to put a stop to the spread of COVID-19 especially as the New Year is fast approaching.   “Pakiusap, ‘wag muna mag-party sa New Year dahil delikado pa ang panahon. Sumunod tayo sa gobyerno. Ginagawa naman ito para sa inyong kapakanan. We need your cooperation (I am appealing to everyone to avoid having parties as we celebrate the New Year since it is still not safe during this time of the pandemic. Obey the government. We are doing this for your safety. We need your cooperation),” he appealed.   “Kapag mayroon na pong safe na vaccine, uunahin namin ni Presidente ang mga mahihirap, vulnerable at lahat ng mga frontliners para makabalik na kayo sa normal ninyong pamumuhay (Once we have the vaccine, the President will see to it that those who are poor, vulnerable and all the frontliners will get it first ans with hope that we could all have a normal living),” he added.   Aside from the aid that Go’s office provided, national agencies also extended assistance as part of the holistic approach of government to help affected communities recover and build back better.   Representatives of the DSWD provided each beneficiary with separate financial assistance to cover their immediate needs.   The Department of Agriculture (DA) supplied the local farmers’ cooperative with a recirculating-type grain dryer, assorted vegetable seeds and rice seeds. It also offered financial grants to help farmers purchase other equipment and supplies.   The Philippine Crop Insurance Corporation (PCIC) extended further support by distributing checks to qualified farmers. Meanwhile, the Philippine Coconut Authority (PCA) provided aid to local coconut farmers in the form of financial assistance, fertilizers, rice, chickens and eggs while indigenous farmers received separate financial support. The Bureau of Fisheries and Aquatic Resources (BFAR), in turn, provided fisherfolk with fiber glass paddle boats and tilapia fingerlings.   In addition to the above, the Department of Trade and Industry (DTI), National Housing Authority (NHA), and Technical Education and Skills Development Authority (TESDA), all committed to extend aid upon completing their assessments.   During his speech, the Senator expressed his appreciation for all the local officials for their untiring service throughout a tremendously challenging year. He recognized Governor Santiago Cane Jr.; Vice Governor Samuel Tortor; 2nd District Board Member Edwin Elorde; Mayor Sylvia Elorde; Vice Mayor Gilbert Elorde; Councilors Elmer Desales, June Barrios, Ruth Amador, Cipriano Dique, Ednard Gil Elorde, George Villanueva, Ronald Cesar Bustillo, Rolito Peñaloga; and ABC President Rudy Ayala, among others.   He also thanked Bunawan Brook Punong Barangay Emelio Saberdo, Poblacion Punong Barangay Antonio Barrios, Nueva Era Punong Barangay Joel Largo, San Andres Punong Barangay Candelario Salas, Consuelo Punong Barangay Gregorio Maloloy-on, Libertad Punong Barangay Fernando Luna, Mambalili Punong Barangay Jammy Vab Montes, San Teodoro Punong Barangay Charlito Rensulat, Imelda Punong Barangay Ronald Anteg, and SK President Kinny Caballes.       Similar activities were carried out by the Senator’s outreach teams for 1,000 typhoon victims in the towns of Prosperidad and Rosario on December 28 and 29, respectively. (Office of SBG/PIA-Agusan del Sur)

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References:

* Philippine Information Agency. "Bunawan residents thankful for the assistance from Senator Bong Go." Philippine Information Agency. https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1062870 (accessed January 04, 2021 at 10:33AM UTC+08).

* Philippine Infornation Agency. "Bunawan residents thankful for the assistance from Senator Bong Go." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://pia.gov.ph/news/articles/1062870 (archived).

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What’s Up With Your Weekend, 7/25 - 7/28/19

Thursday

Creative Economy July 2019 Meeting at The Atrium: After the successful rally to acquire increased arts funding in the City’s budget, it is time to learn more about what the Sacramento Metropolitan Arts Commission plans to do with the allocated funds and how we should begin to focus on acquiring an additional 6 million from the measure U fund. We will hear from Assistant City Manager Michael Jasso, Jody Ulich, Convention and Cultural Services Director for the City of Sacramento and Dennis Mangers, advisor to Mayor Darrell Steinberg. 530-730PM

Daze Off Summer Tour at Harlows: Daze Off w/ Madi Sipes & The Painted Blue with RIVVRS, Animals in the Attic & Cugino. 21+ Doors at 7PM. Show at 8PM. $12

Wicked Sacramento Reading at Time Tested Books: In the early 1900s, Sacramento became a battleground in a statewide struggle. On one side were Progressive political reformers and suffragettes. Opposing them were bars, dance halls, brothels and powerful business interests. Caught in the middle was the city’s West End, a place where Grant “Skewball” Cross hosted jazz dances that often attracted police attention and Charmion performed her infamous trapeze striptease act before becoming a movie star. It was home to the “Queen of the Sacramento Tenderloin,” Cherry de Saint Maurice, who met her untimely end at the peak of her success, and Ancil Hoffman, who ingeniously got around the city’s dancing laws by renting riverboats for his soirées. In 'Wicked Sacramento' historian William Burg shares these and many more long-hidden stories of criminals and crusaders from Sacramento’s past.7-830PM. Free. 

Friday

Dance on the Edge Waterfront Popup: Enjoy a fun night of Salsa dance with a DJ and instructors, a beer garden from Federalist Public House and Hautebird’s fried chicken. At the Sacramento Waterfront in Old Sac by The Delta King. 6-10PM

The Darling Clementines' Pajama Party at Harlow’s: Wear your jammies and enjoy a night of fantastic entertainment at Harlow’s with old favorites and special guests. Featuring a brand new group act by The Sizzling Sirens Burlesque Experience, as well as Sacramento's most darling burlesque queens and live performers. Doors open at 930PM, show at 10PM. $15+

Sacramento Stand-Up Competition at the Comedy Spot: The seventh annual Sacramento Stand-Up Competition preliminary round begins Friday at the  Sacramento Comedy Spot. The competition features 24 of the best comedians in the United States competing for a $1,000 grand prize, $500 second-place prize, and $250 third-place prize.  Shows at 8pm, 9pm, and 10pm. $15+

 Saturday

California's Day of Dance at Crest Theatre: California's Day of Dance is the first of its kind to make its way to Sacramento. The primary goal is to inspire Sacramento to embrace dance as a fun and positive way to maintain good health, and to promote the availability of quality performing arts in the community. This event is for dancers AND non-dancers alike! We will be celebrating on National Dance Day for the final time July 27th to launch our official day coming April 11th, 2020 . Doors at 1PM. Show at 2PM. $8+

Guac Off 2019 at Serpentine Fox: The Guac Off is a guacamole tasting extravaganza and fundraiser for the entire family. Contestants enter their secret recipes and you get to be the judge of the best (or worst) Guac in Sac! This year we are also partnering with Serpentine Fox Prohibition Grille to host the event, and we will be donating 100% of our proceeds to Sacramento Children's Home. We will have music, a full bar, and giving away raffle prizes valuing up to $500 throughout the night, as well as fun family games at each booth. 5-7PM Free.

Taste of East Sacramento at Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church: East Sacramento Chamber of Commerce welcomes the 11th Annual Taste of East Sacramento food and wine expo. More than 40 local restaurants, breweries and wineries will offer a delicious combination of small bites, family favorites, exotic and local specialties for more than 500 guests. 6-9PM, $65.

Comic Sans: Comedy Without at Dwellpoint: This unique comedy show with a twist takes place at the captivating new art studio/warehouse Dwellpoint (530 Q St). Each show requires comedians to perform without an element they took for granted. Whether it’s shoes or lights or the microphone - whatever it is won’t be announced until the show starts. Hosted by Mike Cella and featuring Kiry Shabazz (The Tonight Show, Comedy Central). 8pm, tickets $15-$20.

 Sunday

Barter N Brunch at Sol Collective: PoppieField and PeachHouse are hosting a bartering-focused brunch. Bring clothing, art supplies, zines, household items, etc and exchange them for new-to-you treasures. 2-5PM. $5+ sliding scale, no one turned away. 

Sactown Wings 2019 at Southside Park: Sacramento’s 6th annual chicken wing festival Sactown Wings takes place at Southside Park. There will be music, games, craft beer, wine, margaritas, and over thousands of chicken wings! Part of your ticket's proceeds goes to the Front Street Animal Shelter. 2-6 PM, GA $10.

Ross Hammond and Sameer Gupta at Gold Lion Arts: Ross Hammond on guitars and Sameer Gupta on tabla play music influenced by jazz, Hindustani music, spirituals and country. 730PM $10+ sliding scale

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Kim’s Favorite Things — Treat Yourself with Sleep Products

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It’s my birthday! Coincidentally it is also National Sleep Week. What better time to celebrate all things sleep with a list of my favorite sleep-related products? With all the energy we spend on our children and loved ones, self-care is a must. This list of “Kim’s favorite things” will calm your body and mind, and send you into a restful slumber.

SLEEP MASK ($15)

Is that extra hour of daylight getting in the way of falling asleep? Are you lucky enough to catch a mid-day snooze? These molded sleep masks are the answer. It’s contoured to fit your face and block out light, and it’s soft. This mask fits any face and it won’t smear your makeup. Make it night, any time of day. BUY IT HERE.

      WEIGHTED BLANKET ($70)

Originally developed for use for kids with sensory issues, weighted blankets have been helpful for almost anyone. This one is priced for affordability and use with your own duvet cover. Its glass beads are sewn into baffles so they won’t move around or make noise. Find a blanket that’s just over 10% of your weight for relaxing sleep. BUY IT HERE.

    TRAVEL HUMIDIFIER ($27)

Traveling is fun, but so often you can end up picking up the sniffles. This compact cool-mist humidifier by Crane transforms your hotel or guest room into just the right humidity to keep everyone breathing well. These cool mist humidifiers don’t require filters, have automatic shutoff, and are among the safest for all — including infants and young children. BUY IT HERE.

    HEATED BOOTIE SLIPPERS ($30)

Got cold feet? That’s going to keep you awake. Microwave the insoles for just 30 seconds. Then slip them into the booties for battery and cord-free warm feet. Made from odor-free earth materials, the inserts and booties will relax you, create blood flow to your feet, and make you smile all the way to bed. BUY IT HERE.

      LOUNGEWEAR JAMMIES ($19-$40)

With a full-button, two-piece design, these all-season jammies come in your favorite color too! Whether you’re packing your hospital bag for your baby’s arrival, or celebrating that your child is finally sleeping, nothing says bedtime like a nice pair of PJ’s. The elastic waist and front buttons are even perfect for new moms who are breastfeeding. BUY IT HERE.

    SILK PILLOWCASES ($10)

There’s more to silk pillowcases than comfort. They’ll leave your hair tangle and frizz-free and your skin soft. These are 100% polyester satin, so you can have the luxury of silk at an affordable cost with these pillowcases. They’re available as a pair in queen and king-sized. Certain to encourage you into smooth slumber. BUY IT HERE.

      HERBAL TEA ($18)

Sliding into bed with a hot cup of tea and a good book is the ultimate gift. Especially if you’ve been going all day long. Made with traditional herbs known to promote sleep, Hey Girl herbal tea is 100% non-habit-forming, and contains no caffeine (obviously). It will send you to sleep even if that’s difficult to you — if not, they’ll refund your money! BUY IT HERE.

    BED JET ($370)

The age-old couples’ argument, solved. One person wants it warm, the other cold. Now you can have both, and airflow too! You control the temperature and airflow on the BedJet with an app on your phone. It works by blowing air between your sheets. No more night sweats or waking up freezing! Choose one or two, and maintain your own climate control. Heat or cool your bed before you get in, for the perfect sleeping micro climate. BUY IT HERE.

  CHILIPAD ($500)

Chilipad controls your bed from under your sheet. Its energy-efficient system pumps temperature-controlled water through the pad, which sits on top of your mattress. You control the temperature in one-degree increments. Chilipad is available from twin to California King, and features separate controls for each person in the Queen and larger. Sleep in your own climate! BUY IT HERE.

    GUIDED JOURNAL ($23)

Being mindful is important and also not easy for everyone. One way to analyze your thinking is journaling, but at the end of a long day, staring at a blank page can be more stressful than helpful. Enter guided journals — these diaries feature prompts for you to feel grateful, reflect, and even track progress on improvements. With a hard cover and high-quality paper, the simple act of writing things down becomes even easier to accomplish. BUY IT HERE.

  MOISTURIZING HAND CREME ($22)

It doesn’t have to be expensive to be high-quality. This Crabtree & Evelyn La Source moisturizing hand creme is made from hand-sourced plant-extracts, nourishing botanical oils, and features seaweed extract. Anything but a weed, this sea product is known for its moisturizing properties. Smooth those rough spots before you relax into a deep sleep. BUY IT HERE.

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Kim West

Kim is a Licensed Clinical Social Worker who has been a practicing child and family therapist for more than 24 years, and the creator of the original gentle, proven method to get a good night’s sleep for you and your child.

She is the author of The Sleep Lady's Good Night Sleep Tight, its companion Workbook and 52 Sleep Secrets for Babies.

Click here to read more about her.

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👅🎂😈 with Curtis Everett 😏

Hi Jaqui😌❤️

So, for 👅 and 🎂 I've got you:

face sitting w/ our train daddy Curtis heheh

Ticking-Bomb

Curtis Everett x Reader (You)

Summary: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Warning: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), face sitting (sort of), annoying child(nephew).

A/N: This comes out a bit anti-kids than it was meant to XD

You glance at the clock on the living room wall nervously, tapping your foot for the minute hand to reach "23", before you quickly turn off the oven. Your palms are sweaty in the mittens, but a tingle of warmth still catches up on your skin through the thick cotton gloves before you are able to put the sponge cake on the kitchen counter.

"Woah." Curtis exclaims when he emerges from the bathroom with only a pair of boxers, slipping his grey T-shirt on. A lop-sided grin tugs the corner of his lips, "What did I miss? You look like you just had a fight with the cookie monster."

He's not lying. With the flour on your apron, the splash of milk on the floor and some eggshells near the sink, you are a few chocolate sprinkles away from starting a war with the cookie monster.

You roll your eyes, turning your back towards him, carefully cutting the sponge cake into three thinner slices, "Shut up, Curt."

"Will do, baby." Curtis casually sets foot in the kitchen, before you warn him in a panicked tone that there's some melted butter on the ground too.

The cake you are making is for the birthday dinner with your brother and his family. Your nephew is turning 9 and there is nothing in the world to stop him from eating a birthday cake that is "shaped like a grenade". Unfortunately, your brother and his wife had an emergency at work, which led to you babysitting your nephew in your home while making a cake for the little monster.

Of course, your nephew is now playing in the backyard with his imaginary soldiers and imaginary warlocks, waving a stick in the air and pretending it is some holy scepter.

Curtis tiptoes and hops over the various landmines in your kitchen, as you take out the chocolate-flavored whipped cream from the fridge, and start to build the grenade cake from the bottom layer.

He inhales deeply, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck, murmuring into your shoulders, "Smells so good, baby."

"Really?" You turn to peck his jaw, focusing back on the half-finished cake, your voice littered with joy, "Was worrying that the cream ... first time making whipped cream on my own, you know-"

"Hmm." Curtis trails his kisses over your spine. You are not sure whether he heard you, but you definitely do not want him to get handsy while a kid is ten feet away from you. Trying hard not to fall into the steamy vibe Curtis started, you propose another idea breathless, "Could you - could you help grab the spatula? I need- um, I-"

A warm breath ghosts your ear, making your body sensitive to his touch.

"I-"

Um, what is it do you need again?

Your hands grip the counter edge tightly, or your knees might give out.

"You're so tense, baby. " He breathes along your shoulder, "Lemme help you loosen up."

"Curtis-" You choke out, "I- Curt-"

"I know."

You can almost hear the grin in his voice.

"I know how much you want it."

He had been on a trip along with the North Pole Expedition team for three months, returning only late last night and sleeping through the whole morning. You would swear he felt like a block of ice when he slipped under the covers last night, when you were both too tired and sleepy to do anything other than fall asleep. And when he woke up just now, you had to attend to your nephew; not one second after his arrival is spent in your bed making hot passionate love.

It would be a filthy lie to tell him that you do not want it.

His hand smooths down to your clothed mound, cupping it with his palm, "Let's see how fast we can finish this, so you can return to the cake, hmm?"

Pulling your shorts and panties to your ankle, Curtis wastes no time positioning himself between your legs, half-kneeling on the floor, and hauling your hips to meet his eager tongue.

His stubbed chin digs into your dripping folds, eliciting a squeal from your lips.

"So fucking wet..." Curtis purrs into your pussy. Every stroke of his tongue and his large hand squeezing your thighs put your mind into a storm of pleasure. Your core leaks like a faucet, with arousal pouring from your body and into his mouth.

The remaining strength you have pushes the half-finished cake further, before collapsing onto the counter as waves of euphoria wash through you, drowning you in the abyss of infinite pleasure.

Blood pounding in your ears, it is hard to tell what come from his sinful lips.

"... Bet you want my cock too, don't you?" Curtis grinds your hips on his face, smacking your ass when your thighs tense up and captures his head between them, cursing softly before licking teasing stripes over your pussy lips, "Easy, baby. Can't have me smothered under your slutty pussy, yeah?"

"... yes. Fuck, oh fuck yes." You whimper pathetically, moving your hips along with the rhythm of his skilled tongue, earning another slap on the back of your thigh.

"Bet you don't even know what I'm talking about." He laughs, vibrations of his timbre tormenting your swollen puffy cunt. Pushing you further into your hazy state, he promises, lapping up at your core, "Gonna fuck you till you can't get out of bed, baby, making up for all the time I've been missing. Gonna give my thick cock, drives you up the wall - you like that, don't you?"

"God yes-" Your words turn to a pitiful moan, to which he presses his fingers onto your neglected bundle of nerves, rubbing circles while his tongue thrusts in your tight walls.

A few delirious grinds on his calloused hand do the trick. You cum with a silent scream in your throat, breathing like you are out of air. If it weren't for his arms supporting you, you would no doubt slide down and end up sitting on the floor.

Thighs trembling, face down in the crook of your arms, you are blissfully unaware of the fact that Curtis turns his head sharply in the direction of the backyard, before quickly returning your undergarments into place, standing up with a hand around your waist as if nothing happened.

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" Your nephew comes running inside, waving the stick in the air, screeching like a nasty little goblin.

"Yeah, well, your auntie needs a bit more time to finish it. She's not feeling well, you see." Curtis pats your back softly and steps out from the kitchen, "Why don't you and I go get some ice cream and give her some breather, eh buddy?"

"I WANT MY CAAAAKE!" The boy shouts impatiently, pointing at the half-done cake on the kitchen counter with his imaginary sword, "CAAAAAAAKE!"

"Hm-hmm. I'm sure you do, buddy." Curtis nods, crouching down to the same eye level as the little demon, "You know what'd make the cake come faster? The magic word please."

"CAAAAAAAAAKE!" Your nephew is bound to give you headaches, "CAKE PLEAAAAAAAAAASE."

Curtis turns his head to you, shrugging and licking his lips deliberately as your eyes land on him.

"How about the gaming studio three blocks away, huh?" Curtis continues coaxing, "Ice cream and games. We don't tell nobody 'bout this, and you can have cake and ice cream for dinner again."

"YAAAAAAAAAAY!" The boy roars out in enthusiasm, "GAAAAAAAAME!" As if this is his entire vocabulary.

You can't help but smile. Curtis has his way with little kids and it always makes your heart swell. Even if it's the interaction between him and your annoying nephew.

Curtis grabs his jacket and his sunglasses, giving you a quick peck, he leads your headache-of-a nephew out of sight.

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Address: 1800 W Fulton St Chicago, IL 60612

You know when you’re in Chicago you HAVE to stop by one of the breweries who started it all; hence why eatingwithlittlemariii and I went to Goose Island Brewing Company?!

This was the first brewery stop we did while we were in Chicago and I have to say, it kind of ruined it for the rest of them, because with the tour itself and the beer that was available in the taproom, the bar (no pun intended) was set REALLY high.

From their website: Our History: Our famous beer began with a trip across Europe, when Goose Island founder (and unabashed beer lover) John Hall took a tour across the continent. Pint by pint, he savored the styles and selections of brews in every region, and thought to himself, “America deserves some damn fine beer like this, too.” Craft brewing wasn’t widely known at the time, but upon return from his European sojourn, John set out to change all that. He settled down in his hometown of Chicago—a city perfect for craft beer, with rapidly evolving tastes and the largest system of fresh water on the planet. And then he got to brewing. First he made some stellar beer. Then he invited his consumers in to watch his process at the brewery, bringing them behind the scenes every step of the way. The result was a new fascination with craft brewing, and beer that not only catered to people’s tastes, but challenged them as well. That was back in 1988, and we haven’t slowed down since. By 1995, John’s beer had become so popular that he decided to open a larger brewery, along with a bottling plant to keep up with demand. 1999 brought even more growth, along with an additional brewpub, and today, what was once one man’s pint-filled dream has become the Goose Island empire you know and love. 

*Fun fact: The day they opened their doors was on a Friday the 13th in the year 1988.

Our Brewery: Our brewery was built in 1995 and has more than doubled in size since originally built. We bring you our tasty pints using 32 fermenters, over 15 different yeasts, state-of-the-art filters, centrifuges and a 50 barrel JV Northwest 5 vessel system that brews 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It turns out that making awesome brews is quite the science. Luckily our brewery facilities have all the equipment necessary to deliver results. Our packaging line alone bottles 500 cases an hour, with our keg line at a rate of 50 kegs every 60 minutes. Once the beer is complete, we store it at a crisp 38 degrees until shipping. In other words, we don’t mess around when it comes to filling the Goose Island demand. We even have separate rooms to house small batch innovation programs and yeast propagation units, and our barrel-aged beers have their own dedicated stockroom AND 143,000 square foot barrel warehouse. It’s only the very best equipment for our beer—and we invite you to learn more. 

Our Hops: Tucked away in a secluded valley in Northern Idaho is Elk Mountain Farms – the place where Goose Island hops are grown and harvested. Head Farmer Ed Atkins shares the same passion and commitment to great beer as our brewers, and together they’ve worked to grow the farm from a 70-acre operation to a 1700-acre hop heaven. Here, over 50 different types of hops, including Goose Island favorites like Saaz, Amarillo and Cascade are cultivated along with numerous experimental varieties that could one day push the boundaries of beer for drinkers and brewers alike. Elk Mountain is more than just soil and plant life; it’s a laboratory, a studio, a blank canvas on which to paint the future of Goose Island beer. 

Our Barrels: In 1992, Goose Island gave the beer industry a new reason to belly up to the bar: bourbon-aged beer. We pioneered the process, and it begins with first-use bourbon barrels. Our brewers only choose those that have had held sweet, sweet whiskey in their bellies for an average of 8 years, then they age our beer inside for 8-12 months. This process takes place in a non-climate controlled space, allowing exposure to the extreme heat and cold of Chicago’s ecosystem, which contracts and expands the wood, pulling the barrel’s whiskey character into our brew. Each barrel is used only once, ensuring the best quality taste in every pint. That first barrel-aging process yielded our ever-tasty Bourbon County Stout back in 2004. Three years later, we decided it was time to expand our barrel-aging program again. But this time our brewers brought wine barrels into the picture. They started with beer that had undergone primary fermentation in stainless steel casks, then transferred it to wine barrels, soaked with flavor. Next came fresh fruit and wild yeasts, and the beginning of a secondary fermentation inside the barrel. Aging went on for 9-18 months, creating beer with unprecedented depth of character, increased acidity and a light essence of fruit without too much sweetness. The variety of wine barrels we use now yield some of our most unique brews, including Sofie, Juliet, Lolita, Madame Rose, Gillian and Halia.

*Fun Fact: Their Bourbon county stout was submitted at the Great American Beer Festival when they first started brewing it and it was disqualified because they didn’t have a category for the percentage of alcohol in that beer (Usually the category topped off at 10% ABV). So basically, Goose Island started the barrel aged beer category at the GABF the next year. 

Here are the explanations from the brewery:

Classics:

Honkers Ale [English Style Bitter (4.3% ABV/ 30 IBU)]: Inspired by visits to English country pubs, Honker’s Ale combines a spicy hop aroma with a rich malt middle to create a perfectly balanced beer. Immensely drinkable, Honker’s Ale is not only a beer drinkers can trust but one they’ll look forward to.

Limited Releases:

Cooper Project No. 3 [Barrel Aged Porter (8.3% ABV/ (N/A) IBU)]: The Cooper Project is a rotating series of new recipes that highlight Goose Island’s expertise in bourbon barrel-aging. The third release of 2017, this Barrel-Aged Porter, starts life as a rich porter brewed with chocolate maltsand spices that is then barrel-aged for 3 months in fresh bourbon barrels.

Juicy Double [Double IPA (8.3% ABV/ 70 IBU)]: Juicy Double is a crisp Double India Pale Ale brewed with Orange Juice for a refreshing citrus finish.  Brewed with 7 hop varieties, this Imperial India Pale Ale weighs in at 8.3% ABV with an IBU of 70.  The bold hop character is nicely balanced with the citrus from the orange juice.

Keller Marzen [German Lager (6.3% ABV/ (NA) IBU)]: Our brewers traveled overseas to brew this limited release beer with our friends at Spaten Brauerei, the oldest brewery in Munich. It pays tribute to time honored Bavarian brewing traditions of brewing a stronger beer in March, lagering for many months and tapping the unfiltered beer at the end of the summer for Oktoberfest. The result is a smooth, malty and unfiltered golden lager with light, bready sweetness and a delicate German hop character.

Islay Scotch Barrel Stout [Imperial Stout (13.3% ABV/ (NA) IBU)]: Imperial stout aged in Ardbeg Scotch barrels for 15 months. Featured at the Festival of Barrel Aged Beers this weekend and here only (was there the weekend of Nov 9-11). Dense black with a viscous body and smoke and peat notes.

Flight Of V Pale Ale: No Description Available.

Holiday Ales:

Noel [Belgian Style Dark Ale (9.5% ABV/ 15 IBU)]: In Belgium, Noël beers were released at the end of the year as a special, limited release to thank loyal brewery customers for their support throughout the year. Goose Island Noël is an un-spiced Belgian-style, Dark Ale with balanced notes of caramelized sugar, toasted bread, black cherry, and dried apricot all in a warm, deep-mahogany body. This beer was brewed to celebrate the past year and toast the new year to come. From our brewers to you and yours, cheers and happy holidays.

Vintage Ales:

Sofie [Belgian Style Farmhouse Ale (6.5% ABV/ 20 IBU)]: Our sparkling Belgian Style Farmhouse Ale is wine barrel-aged with an abundance of hand-zested orange peel. Spicy white pepper notes contrast the citrus tartness. The light, refreshing, creamy vanilla finish will excite those fond of Champagne. Originally brewed by Belgian farmers to attract the best farm hands, we were inspired to brew an exceptional ale as inviting as the original Belgian Farmhouse ales. Light and effervescent, we named it for our founder’s granddaughter Sofie.

Juliet [Belgian Style Wild Ale (8.0% ABV/ 15 IBU)]: A tart, jammy, complex ale fermented with wild yeast and aged in wine barrels with fresh blackberries, with notes of wood, tannin, and spice. Inspired by sour beers from the Cantillon Brewery in Belgium, Juliet is a tart, jammy, complex ale fermented with wild yeast and aged in wine barrels with fifty pounds of fresh locally sourced blackberries, with notes of wood, tannin, and spice.

Bourbon County:

Bourbon County Wheat Wine [Wheat Wine (15% ABV/ (NA) IBU)]: Brewed in honor of the 1000th batch at our original Clybourn brewpub. A liquid as dark and dense as a black hole with thick foam the color of a bourbon barrel. The nose is an intense mix of charred oak, chocolate, vanilla, caramel and smoke. One sip has more flavor than your average case of beer.

Here’s what I thought:

Honkers Ale: This one is an English Bitter. It has flowery/citrusy scents. Very aromatic. Tasted like flowers as well. Light. Crisp & refreshing.

Cooper Project No. 3: This one smells like a straight cask which was followed by a bit of chocolatey scents. It was actually quite light & crisp. It completely envelopes your palette.

Juicy Double: This one actually had quite the light scent. Not too hoppy at all. And the tastes were extremely light, smooth and crisp. It was not overbearing in the least.

Keller Marzen: Malty scents and it tasted malty as well. It had slight citrus tastes but was extremely crisp.

Islay Scotch Barrel Stout: You can smell the cask that the beer has been fermenting in. You can legit get light headed and feel tipsy by just smelling it. Has a smoky aftertaste, kind of like the whisky (barrel) the beer was aging in. Delicious, smooth, light & milky (the mouthfeel).

Flight Of V Pale Ale: Smells super hoppy; but you can smell the malts as well with a tinge of citrus. The taste though is not as hoppy as it smells. Crisp. Refreshing.

Noel: Had a bready/malty taste with a bit of a Belgian beer, just not as spiced. It was actually quite crisp for it’s colour.

Sofie: This one was actually put in wine barrels instead of whiskey barrels. Scents of a Belgian beer; crisp, light and refreshing. It’s kind of like a light Belgian. You get different tastes with each sip you take. And there were hints of citrus in the aftertaste as well.

Juliet: This one had fruity, citrusy scents. Kind of like blackberries. But when you sip it back, this one smacks you in the mouth. But it was also, crisp, light, delicious & tart.

Bourbon County Wheat Wine: Has aromas like it was taken straight out of a cask. You can taste & smell the bourbon barrel that this beer was sitting in. Light, a bit malty with some caramel notes as well.

So all in all with the ambiance of the brewery, the rich history and the beers we were served I would give Goose Island Brewing Company 5 out of 5 piggys!

     They give dope tours with a flight of tastings [(3) per tour] for only $12!

Website: Goose Island Brewing Company

Facebook: Goose Island Brewing Company

Instagram: @gooseisland

Twitter: @gooseisland

Goose Island Brewery Address: 1800 W Fulton St Chicago, IL 60612 You know when you're in Chicago you HAVE to stop by one of the breweries who started it all; hence why…

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Obviously 🤤 + 😳 with Ari Levinson dear Jam.

HOE-KAY! So I'm picturing you and your friend thirsting over this hunk of a man...

Hearty-eyes

Ari Levinson x Reader (You)

Warning: Diving Coach!Ari, Tourist!Reader, getting caught... sort of?), sentences in Italic is spoken in another language.

Summary: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over a man in your native language.

"I can't believe you decided to spend our vacation on another beach." Your friend Asteria sighs, lying back under the warm sunlight, "Still, this resort is not half bad, where did you find it?"

You push the sunglasses over your head, turning lazily in her direction, smirking, "Not many results left after I type in Egypt+beach," reaching a hand to the small table between the two chairs, you grab your drink and sip the cool coconut water, "Plus, you had your share of camels and pyramids and sand in the first three days."

Asteria is a huge fan of ancient history. She selected Latin and Culture and History of Ancient Egypt in her undergraduate years, even if her major was East Asia Studies. While you got bored of this elective focusing on pharaohs and zig-zaw drawings on ancient stones quickly, Asteria followed the whole course and took another elective on Mayan civilization.

This is why when you ought to settle on a destination for your vacation, Asteria booked the first three days of a trip in and out of the desert, when you booked the next three days of one Red Sea Diving Resort.

Which accidentally comes with the hottest diving instructor you have ever met in your entire life.

"Psst, incoming alert." Asteria clutches your arm and shakes so violently, that your drink almost spills from the glass, her eyes rounding like a light bulb, "Hot coach at ten o'clock."

Coming from one of the smallest countries on the planet, you know that your native language is spoken by a small number of people. And at special circumstances, for instance, this hot coach named Ari, you naturally speak your mother tongue so that you could thirst over him with the benefit of no one could ever find out - except for Asteria, who spent four years studying it.

Sharing the same awe-struck expression as Asteria, you lower your sunglasses to have a better look at this brunette Adonis out of the water. He pushes his hair back, with the water beads falling from his chiseled chin and his large hand, dripping wet, not to mention the chest peeking from his diving suit -

"Oh my fucking God, he's looking this way." You squeal so high that you are close to out of air. Even using your native language, you can feel the shyness and nervousness bubbling from your heart and surfacing on your skin. Your face aflame by a simple look he delivers in your direction.

"Oh my - holy fuck, he's coming this way!" Asteria raises her glass to her lips, just to cover the huge grin on her face, "He's so fucking hot. Coach BDE."

"Fuck me." You exclaim, blocking your sight with the local newspaper you took on the way to the beach, because you damn well know that your heart is practically jumping out of your throat if you spare one more glance at the sex god.

"You really should." Asteria tempts you like a rightful friend would, "And tell me if his dick is actually as big as we imagined."

You hiss at her, seeing Coach Ari approaching your direction, "You are a horrible influence - not that he looks unfuckable. Hell, he looks so fuckable with the broad shoulders and the long hair." You whine in the most pathetic voice as he walks past you, "Fuck, I think I'm more soaked than he is."

"Then go talk to him!"

"I can't!"

"Of course you can!" Asteria nudges you in a particularly ticklish spot on your waist, "Go before Coach BDE disappears!"

"What if he says no!"

"You don't know that!" Asteria turns to look at the hot coach, "Great. Now he's gone." As if he has just disappeared on plain sight.

The lingering feeling of your face heating reminds you of the fact that merely with Ari's presence, you are flushed from head to toe. You can't imagine talking to him without embarrassing yourself.

Asteria rolls her eyes and pokes the ticklish spot on your waist again, "I swear, if you don't fuck him, I will annoy you about this for the rest of our lives."

"It's not like I don't want to fuck him!" You huff out in annoyance. Although with Ari gone, for now, you are deep in your thoughts so that you are still talking in your native language, "You know I'm too scared to ask him. I can't exactly go and ask, ' Hi Ari, my friend Asteria said you could be great in bed. May I fuck you?' "

A shadow looms over you. By the looks and widening eyes of Asteria looking at someone behind you, her eyes nearly popping, and the faintest wiggle of her eyebrows, you turn your neck to see the hot coach TM standing behind you, getting a whiplash as a result.

"Yes, of course." Ari simply says. A small smile tugging the corner of his lips, making the fact that he has understood your thirsting conversation painfully obvious. Ari has changed into a blue shirt and shorts, leaving his veiny arm and thick thighs in plain sight. Even though he isn't dripping anymore, you sure as hell still do.

You stutter for a moment, before hastily apologizing, "I'm so sorry, my friends and I were just talking, we didn't mean-"

"Of course, she means that." Asteria doesn't even pretend that she wants to leave the place for you and Ari, "Oops, I've got something going on. Laters babe!" Blowing you a kiss, she snatches her purse and dashes out of sight.

There is nothing smug about Ari's posture as he sits down on Asteria's chair, watching you with his clear blue eyes as you nervously drape the thin bath towel over your bikini. "Sorry about barging in on your conversation. My apologies for eavesdropping." His sharp canines bite into his plump lower lip, those mesmerizing eyes search for any sign that you could've felt offended by his movements.

"No... I should be the one to say sorry." The blood rushes to your cheeks again, you could literally ignite a match with your burning face, "... about ... um, what I've said."

"Please. I'm flattered, if anything," Ari takes a deep breath. If you were looking closely enough, you would realize the tip of his ears is painted with a faint color of pink, "Have you had dinner yet? I know a great place that cooks squabs."

The refusal is almost on instinct, but you think of the encouragement (and the threat) Asteria made before her departure, and the words roll off your tongue, "I'd love to."

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Hello, beauty! Congrats on your follower milestone 🥳

A prompt for you: Ransom + 😌😏

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Payback Time

Ransom Drysdale x Reader (you)

Summary: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.

Warning: Step-cest tendency (Cousin!Ramson x Cousin!Reader), not blood related, they are both grown-ups, Ransom is being vengeful, Harlan is very much alive.

Harlan is going to kill him.

Not now, obviously, but when Harlan finds out about what he is doing to you.

Harlan is going to murder him and write this story into a book.

But it doesn't matter. Ransom hums in content, snuggling further under the covers, sighing due to the warm and softness of the bedding.

That old man grows fond of you by day, ever since you came to this mansion on your own with a suitcase of books and clothes. Ransom huffs in annoyance. If there's one thing he cannot stand, is a random person (aka you), materializing out of thin air, completely unrelated by blood or marriage, and sets out to snatch a portion of Harlan's property.

According to the old man, you were the daughter of the adoptive child from Harlan's sister. His sister took care of your mother as her own, and before both of them died of illness, Harlan's brother in-law kicked you out of the house. Which is why Harlan's sister called before your arrival, asking her brother to take care of you. While Harlan and his sister wasn't on best terms when she married her husband, Harlan was far too kind and agreed for you to stay as long as you wish, paying off your college loan and medical bills that his brother in-law kicked out of the house along with you.

You are a pre-med student in your junior year, which means getting up early and going to bed late, spending few hours in the mansion. Even so, you manage to find the time, either learning how to take care of Harlan like Marta, or chatting with Harlan and play chess.

Ransom huffs again, not only were you a kiss-ass, but also stupidly quick learner at chess - Harlan asked Ransom to play against you one night, and you won. But only out of sheer dumb beginner's luck.

So, he's getting his payback.

Ransom tightens the thick duvet around his body - his almost naked body, and listens carefully to the soft creaking in the stairs.

He knows it's you, with your cautious steps up the screeching floor, while you don't want to wake any living soul in this house at 11:30 pm, dragging your tired ass - you have a good ass, by the way - up two floors, and rest in the room, which apparently became yours rather than his, even though every family in this house knows this room was originally his, and that Harlan asked Fran to clean up his room, RANSOM'S ROOM, for you, which Harlan announced that it would make you feel more like home if you were not living in one of the guest rooms.

Oh, so Ransom will feel more like home if he lives in one of the guest rooms when he drops by every holiday?

Harlan is probably charmed by you, some voodoo shit, or drugged by that idiot-brain Marta.

He holds his breath and closes his eyes, pretending to be sound asleep, as the door squeaks open, leading to your small gasp.

"Ransom!" You hiss in the smallest voice you manage, "Ransom! What are you doing in my bed?!"

After he yelled at his mother, calling her an "old hag", changed the lock to this room, and cut holes in your sweater, you know he wants his room back.

Not that you intend to sabotage his plans, being a guest in this household, how on earth can you give the room to him when Harlan has specifically told you that he would find a way for Ransom to stop bothering about which room belongs to whom?

"Ransom!" You hiss again, "I can see your body trembling under the covers! I have a class at eight and I need to sleep!"

Smiling brightly, Ransom pulls the cover down, revealing his - almost - naked body.

"Ransom!" You cover your eyes with a squeal, "Are you- Why- You are naked!"

"Come on, Cousin. You wanna tell me that you are not interested in this?" He gestures down his body as if displaying an exhibit. Cocking an eyebrow, he challenges your sanity with every word that comes out of his mouth, "One good fuck in exchange for my room?"

Silence. Dreadful silence fills the room.

Ransom has that annoying smirk up on his lips, looking down at his grey boxers, "...no? Shame." He swings the thick cover back on, muttering to himself, "Okay. Nevermind. I guess I will just ... enjoy this soft cushy bed on my own..."

"Hugh Ransom Drysdale!" You tear the heavy duvet from his body, "GET OUT OF MY BED!"

Okay fine. He looks like a living Adonis with his abs and biceps. So what?

You avoid looking at his God-like body and his eyes, whisper-yelling, "Get off or I swear I will wake up everyone in this house and tell them about how awful you are!"

Ransom yawns, completely oblivious to your weak threat, which he knows it is the last thing you will do - make a fuss about your living condition in front of all these Cold-blooded creatures.

"Ransom!" You huff at his attempt of grabbing the duvet, "If you insist on taking up my bed, at least you can tell me where the empty guest room is."

"Nope." Answers Ransom, popping the "p" between his wickedly seducing lips, "You got two options here. The floor," he points at the small space between the mahogany desk and the four-posters, "or here." He pats on his bed - wait that's your bed! - softly, "With me."

You clutch the edge of your sweater tightly, a small movement that did not missed Ransom's eyes.

"Or good luck finding Franny in this god forsaken house and 'waking up everyone' to tell them about how I mistreated my cousin." Ransom grins, "So, what do you think?"

It doesn't surprise Ransom when you take the duvet completely and roll up some of your clothing for a makeshift pillow on the floor. You are too tired to argue and too scared to disturb a family you barely know.

You turn off the light and lie down on the ground without another word.

... he may have gone a little too far.

His heart skips a beat when he hears a soft sigh of yours. Why should he feel weird about this? You are the one who is about to be part of Harlan's will and snatch Harlan's adoration. Taking up your bed - his bed, whatever whose bed seems childish. It bothers you, sure, but he never wanted for you to sleep on the ground.

Christ, why couldn't you be a kiss-ass for him like how you treat Harlan? That way he'd feel much more comfortable about making you sleep on the cold, hard, creaking floor - ugh!

Ransom cannot bear the thought any longer of you sleeping on the ground, which is why he gets up from the bed, swings his sweater and pants over his shoulders, and kicks your foot condescendingly, "Your bed sucks." Before strolling out of the room, stepping on the staircases loudly so the entire house could hear.

You suck. He thinks, setting foot on the creakiest spot he could find for these wooden planks. And if he cannot sleep at almost 12 o'clock, neither will the rest of the house.

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Allright my sweet Jam, listen about this. How about a reader who is new at her work and Meet our dear nerdy boy Jensen, Who happens to be in a very bad relationship with a mean girl. He doesn’t leave her because he thinks nobody would date him again , however there comes our reader girl being a badass, sort of friendsxlovers cuties🤭.

Im loving thiiiis!!!! 🙈

Hi nonnie😌❤️

😩soft boi Jakey is always going to have a special place in my heart - the golden retriever look on his face is so damn adorable-

Bad B*tch

Jake Jensen x Reader (you)

Summary: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Warning: Swear words.

"I'm so fed up!" Hush-yells Clara, who shoved Jake away from her close proximity, "Leave me alone!"

Storming off from the coffee room, she didn't look back.

If anyone other than people from your department is seeing this, they would think that Jake, who had been pushed and shoved, must have done something wrong to piss off the pretty lady who ran away.

From your point of view?

Clara was obviously manipulating her boy toy again.

It was unfair to call Jake "boy toy", however, with his weirdly cute goatee and the round spectacles on the bridge of his nose, you understood why Clara would want him around. He was undoubtedly good-looking, and practical regarding computers, phones, and anything linked to the power strip.

In fact, your laptop was what connected you and him in the first place. On the first day in your office, you were completely bewildered by the complicated authorization process to make amendments to some files. After some help from the only guy at IT - Jake - you were lucky to gain the authorization from the IT department twice as fast. You had been friends since.

Now, after two years working for your company, you knew too well of your co-workes, Jake included, but especially Clara from the same department where you came from.

Clara was the notorious slayer of hearts, keeping a few men around the tips of her fingers, and manipulate them to do her work for her, occasionally rewarding them by blowing a kiss (or screw them in an empty office, you had the unfortunate experience of walking in Clara and another men fucking each other's brain out) and making their sanity scrambled into mush.

Jake, as it seemed, has fell into the hands of Clara since six months ago.

Jake met your eyes from where he was standing. He managed a small smile, which looked sad rather than happy.

"What is it with this time?" You asked quietly.

It has happened so many times after Jake was determined that Clara was willing to be his girlfriend. Clara would scream and yell whenever something didn't work out the way she expected to, and Jake would hastily apologize for something that wasn't his fault.

"I ... got upset when she got too close with Felix." Jake scratched the back of his head, stepping out of the coffee room and gesturing towards the terrace, where he'd be more open to conversation without eyes and ears close by, "It's ... it's my fault, though, I'm insecure, I'm ..." Jake repeated what Clara had hissed at him, shutting his eyes, he could still hear her words ringing in his ears.

"Sorry about dumping this on you." He hastily apologized. He noticed that you were awfully quiet, probably because that you didn't want to hear about his yet-to-be relationship drama.

"It's okay." You shrugged.

It was not. But last time when you told Jake that Clara was manipulating him into doing her biddings, Jake broke into a large fight with you.

Even though he apologized the next day, but stating the fact that Clara was nothing like you imagined her, you realized some topics were better staying in the dark.

Topics like Clara and her ways with men.

However, it didn't mean that you couldn't wiggle your opinion into his mind.

You turned to him, your voice flooded with sympathy, "You must feel that you are out of her league, I get that a lot."

Yeah sure, Clara didn't deserve him.

Jake took a deep breath, before continuing, "It's just that ... none of the girls finds me attractive." He casted a small glimpse in your direction, "I'm the nerdy IT guy, and they are always ... hot. " Licking his lower lip nervously, Jake huffed, "Clara is different. She has a bad temper, but I think she likes me. She really does."

You were not going to dwell on the case of Clara, because you knew no matter what you say, he was going to defend her. So you changed your approach, "Rewind to the last thing you said - you're not a nerd."

Jake pouted, blinking his puppy eyes.

His whole demeanor was expressing one simple idea. He knew you were trying to sneak by with a white lie.

You laughed. "Okay! Okay, you are. But you're cute. Don't girls dig the cute nerd type?"

"You'd be surprised." He sagged his shoulder, looking depressed, mumbling, "Thank you, anyways. You must have something better to do, and yet you chose to stay and listened to my miserable love life-"

"Don't." You instinctively stopped him from saying more, "Look, Jake, you've been my friend ever since I got to this place, and I know you. I chose to stay because my friend is in need because of a-" You swallowed the B-word, with difficulty, "a really bad person broke his heart, over, over and over again. Not because of anything else, and certainly not because my dear friend 'doesn't deserve' some comforting when he needs it."

Jake stretched his arms over the terrace railing, looking into the city's concrete walls and iron jungles.

"Jake, look at me." You whispered.

He gave no reply, simply letting out a long sigh.

"Jake." You raised your voice, only by a little, and he still did not answer you.

"Jake-" You squished his cheek between your palms, finally made him turn your way, with his adorable lips protruding, "You're better than this - sulking over that bitch - okay?"

A pit of fire rolled in your stomach.

Why couldn't he see the truth? That Clara was playing him, that she never meant to be his girlfriend, not to mention the new boytoy she had, Felix, who was in the accountant and that she needed Felix to check the books for five dozen purchases in your department - on top of, the purchase checks were supposed to be Clara's work, because she messed up with her data entries.

"She wants me." Jake repeats stubbornly. If he had puppy ears, they'd be dangling to the floor, "She likes me."

God, enough with Jake and his bullshit-

You stood on your tiptoes quickly, and smothered Jake with a kiss. The hands on either side of his cheek helps. The fire in your stomach fueled to the kiss, urging you to nibble on his lips, regardless that you were on the terrace of the company building, that you could be seen by almost anyone who stepped foot into the second floor, while the only thing that separated you from the building was see-through glass doors.

"Jake, I need you to help me with-" Clara rushed over, pulling the glass door open, was stunned at her spot, and then, "YOU BITCH!" She screamed at you.

"Guess I am." You smiled coyly, letting go of Jake's reddened lips, "need anything?"

Clara turned to Jake, stomping like a teenager, "Jake, please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. I really need your help."

"I-" Jake hesitated.

"Jake pleaaaaase, you can't help her like that." You mocked her voice, fingers exploring his chin and his stupidly cute goatee, "Oh wait - sorry, forgot I was a bitch. Now why don't I live up to that name - " You made the most impressive bitch face in your entire life, not that you did it before, but with you narrowing your eyes, and twitching your lips, and the "Fuck off from my boyfriend", you made Clara scatter.

You were crossing your arms in contempt, satisfied with your tactics, when a small gasp from Jake made you aware of his presence.

"For the record, I'm not saying sorry." You pursed your lips into a thin line, "Even if you don't want me to be your friend anymore."

Jake gulped, and gulped again, and calling your name hesitantly. Thin sheet of sweat emerged from his forehead, before the goofy grin curled up onto his lips.

"No. No." He murmured. Cheeks pink, biting the inside of his lip, staring into the ground so hard as if studying tile patterns, he added, "You're not asking me for help at work, are you?"

You huffed out a laugh. You could not believe his first concern of your announcement.

"Yes." You cleared your throat.

His eyes looked up in disbelief.

"And asking you to come to our house for New Year's dinner. And asking you to teach me how to play Overwatch. And asking you to be my date at my cousin's wedding. And such and such." Your hand sneaked to his side, secretly interlacing his fingers with yours, "What'd you say?"

"Yeah." He breathed, "Yeah that sounds ... great. As long as I get to be Sombra."

"Who?" You quirked your eyebrows.

Jake giggled, holding your hand tightly in his, "You have so much to catch up on Overwatch! Sombra is the most badass one of them all - well, not as badass as you, it seems..."

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JAMMY'S 500 Followers Celebration

Thank you all for achieving this milestone. My thanks and appreciation are beyond words at this point (//∇//)

In light of this achievement, I'm starting my first celebration ever. Rules are as follows⬇️

🙈 [I don't write hardcore BDSM, or elements such as incest or bestiality]👈

🕓 The time limit for sending in requests for this celebration event is 11/23-12/23👈

✍ Select two or three from my most commonly used emojis + a cevans character and send them to my inbox. I'll start writing the one-shot based on how these emojis could form a story.👈

So slip into my inbox, anon or not, and send a little something that you'd like to read! 😌❤️ (I'm also working on a few asks on AWOB sry it's taking so long😭)

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Ticking-bomb: Curtis wants his cream, and he doesn't mean the cream on the cake.

Bad B*tch: Jake is in a tough spot with a terrible person around. You choose to be the bitch and snap him out of it.

Payback Time: Ransom is getting his payback for you, public enemy No.1.

Hearty-eyes: You are sure you can't be heard, or at least, understood when you thirst over coach Ari Levinson in your native language.

Take Care: Lloyd is going to take care of you.

Not Him: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

Disguise: It's your first mission, and Captain America has told you to disguise yourself. You've followed that order to a "T".