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How to buy Gold in Africa

How to buy Gold in Africa

With the property and stock market stocks going down, people are now looking for how to buy Gold in Africa. You might ask why Africa?

Chinese investors and households have been buying gold as a refuge from local property and stock market mayhem, helping to support record prices for the haven asset.

China was the principal bright spot globally for gold jewelry and investment flows in 2023, according to industry group the World Gold Council’s quarterly report, as local property, equity, and currency markets disappointed following the country’s exit from COVID-19 lockdowns.

Africa’s Gold market

Africa’s Gold market is highly unregulated and this means you can get it very cheap. The mining done in Africa is mostly artisanal and the individual miners decide on the prices. This sometimes means they sell well below the gold market price. Buying Gold in Africa with the right connections can make you a lot of money.

There are many people who have created local cooperatives for miners, providing equipment to miners and also healthcare facilities. In turn, these miners sell only to them. Lives in the mines is not easy and with all the gold, the people still live on under $1 per day.

At BSLMGOLD-GOV.NET Bertoua Savanna Local Miners Cameroon, we give information on where you can successfully buy gold in Africa without any hassles. There are a lot of scammers online and even in the mines looking to take advantage of unsuspecting individuals. Our job is to make sure investors are able to come into the country, improve the lives of the miners, and buy gold without getting scammed.

Why buy Gold in Africa?

As a businessman, your first priority is making a profit. If you are looking to make huge profits by buying and selling Gold, then Africa is your number one destination. Do not be fooled by what you see on social media, it is relatively safe and you can do business without any problems.

The first reason you should buy Gold in Africa is the price. In the world market, a troy ounce of Gold costs $2000 while in Africa it costs $1150 imagine the difference and the profit you can make buying up to a kilogram. However, getting to these miners is not easy. They do not have a website, they do not even have a Social media presence. You have to come to their country and deal with them directly.

Others have taken this advantage to create small cooperative communities for them thereby actively participating in their activities. This means they will sell directly to you and no one else. By investing just $500 in a miner, you can get as much as $120,000 profit in 2 months.

Buying Gold from Africa is also very good because you do not need much documentation. Other countries require a lot just to be able to buy gold but in Africa, you do not need all that. The most difficult thing is meeting a local artisanal miner. Once you do that, you can easily buy gold bars and dust without any problems.

Difficulties

The difficulties involved in buying Gold in Africa are not many. The first is finding a good supplier due to the presence of many scammers. We explained in the post how to buy Gold and avoid scam.

Another problem is reaching the mines. The areas where the mines are situated are very difficult to get to. The roads are terrible with many highway robbers and crook law officials wanting bribes. You need to move with a national who is an expert to be able to succeed.

If you are ever in Africa and looking to buy Gold in the following Countries; Cameroon, Kenya, Tanzania, Ghana, Uganda and Togo, do not hesitate to contact us.

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Cemac permit downloaded application form

Cemac permit downloaded application form

How to obtain a Cemac permit application form with the downloaded version from the official Ministry of Mines In Cameroon minmiidt-gov.net.

How to Apply for Cemac Permit Authorization Buyer’s Gold License? You must visit Minmiidt-gov.net to buy the Cemac permit Gold License.

Cemac Buyers Permit License: Cemac permit application form

Any application for the grant of a mining title, authorization, Cemac permit application form shall be addressed to the Minister in charge of mines in Cameroon. including one original stamp at the rate in force. The following documents shall be appended to the application

You can also order Cemac buyer’s Permit for Gold from Minmiidt-gov.net with brinks shipping to your location. Is the CEMAC Buyer’s Permit Real or a scam? Cemac buyers permit is real and also a scam depending on who you decide to purchase from.

Get an EXIT Buyer’s Permit

Since Cameroon is an EXIT Member State, an EXIT Buyer’s Permit is required for the purchase of gold and many other precious stones. The process of getting the permit is easy. Simply go to the MINMIIDT official website, visit the permit download page, and download the EXIT Buyer’s Permit application form.

Gold Seller License

To obtain this license, you must meet the following requirements:

You must be a resident of Cemac permit application form for at least 12 months.

You must have a certificate that shows you have completed an apprenticeship program in gold selling.

You must have proof of insurance for $2 million from a company that is approved by CEMAC.

Invest in Gold

Are you looking for How to Invest in Gold in Cameroon?  BSLMGOLD is the best place to invest in  Gold in Africa without getting scammed . How to obtain a Cemac permit application form with the downloaded version from the official Ministry of Mines In Cameroon minmiidt-gov.net.

The smart investor has always considered gold to be an integral part of a well-balanced portfolio. This is because of its role as a diversifier, due to its low correlation to most other asset classes. Gold is the ultimate wealth preservation tool; considered not only a hedge against inflation but also acts as a currency hedge, in particular against the dollar.

[seat-safety-switch]

I've spoken about it many times before, but being a handyperson is a sort of curse. Once you can fix things, then it's hard to give up on fixing things. There are lots of broken objects in my home that would have been better off lining the inside of a dumpster, rather than been blown apart my living quarters for months on end while I traced some ultimately-irredeemable fault that would only fill me with rage when I found it.

Of course, nobody expected that when all the rich people left for the space station, taking capitalism with them, folks down here would just plain ol' stop working. All the factories went dormant as we realized our bosses were powerless without their bosses. Now if something broke, you'd have to come crawling to a local repair person. Can't just go buy something new from the store, where nobody wants to spend their days working so they can show you which box to buy. Nothing on the shelves anyway. Gotta fix what you have. Cruel warlords like myself now held sway over an entire neighbourhood at a time, using our exotic powers of "knowing which way to turn a screwdriver" and "put some grease on it."

Now, I spend all my days fixing other peoples' things, as opposed to before, when I spent all my time fixing my own things. Don't worry, it's not a bad life. I get paid in food, mostly, although some neighbours have offered me now-worthless money and gold bars.

Sometimes I think about heading down to the park, enjoying humanity's first free days since the industrial revolution. Art, poetry, music, free love, hand-churned ice cream: these are all things they took from us. Then I realize that the park rangers expected their sprinkler array fixed a couple weeks ago, and I can't well show my face there if it's still leaking through the improvised cork o-rings I had to make for it.

At night, I look up at the sky and see the exhaust of the space station glowing as it ejects spent rods from the reactor. I think about the mean-time-before-failure statistics of the oxygen scrubber. I wonder if they have anyone good at repairs up there. Probably not, but I'm sure they can tell someone to tell someone to make a new scrubber from the materials they don't have in their superterran prison. More valuable skill, that one.

[rxsilabeth--er]

But being a criminal and getting trans!reg pregnant....like it's all planned.

Reader being obsessed with reg from the beginning from when he was just a trainee and committing crimes just so he could visit the scenes and watch reg. Killing people till he's darling boy is head of this case and being the one to bring him in. When he is, he chats up reg at a bar or sth, and poor reg is so clueless. Doesn't the guy he's riding and losing his mind over is the same person who is killing all those young victims he's investigating. By the time he figures it out, everything has gone to hell. And little reg is pregnant with the child of a serial killer. The worst part is that he knows. He can't tell anyone cause if his team finds out he got knocked by the psycho they're trying to catch, he'll lose the respect of the entire bureau. And Reg doesn't want to abort cause he's too stupidly in love with the man that gave him the child. However, he's shocked when he finds out the man made a small mistake in the last crime scene, but his team doesn't know it's killer and reg is a hundred percent sure the clue wasn't a mistake and was all planned out. And know he's interviewing his baby daddy in a small metal room who is highly aware of the tiny life growing inside of him and is too smug about it. With his new role as a potential witness to the case, he decides to offer his help with catching the murder and reg's boss agrees and is grateful to have the help of a local. Soo he grows to be liked by the whole group, and it's torture for reg. He keeps pulling reg into closets and bending him over the desk, promising to give him the little family he's always talked about on their dates, teasing him about how he has always been an over achiever and Regulus knows he could easily let himself hate him had their were not moments where the man was too domestic. Him walking into the office, wrapping his arms around his waist, rubbing his stomach. Talking about how their swert child will come out a genius. How he'll marry reg, whenever his ready. Always carrying with him water so reg is hydrated, doughnuts for the craving. Home-cooked meals, that reg can't help but mouth over. When reg is working too hard he'll walk into the office rub his back and little bump, telling him he shouldn't work too hard, it's bad for the baby, whispering little clues about the case In his ears. He'll buy him presents and make little baby jokes in front of everyone, making everyone confused. They'll ask if he's got a special someone at home and he's like yeah, we're expecting. He'll look reg right in the eye and go "smartest and prettiest little mama I've ever seen" and when it gets too hard for reg to cover the bump, he promises he'll quit but only if reg agrees to live with him.

Sorry, I may have gotten too obsessed 😅 I got this idea at what? 3:50 a.m and now it's 4:22. Had to get it all down immediately 😭

I'm drooling over this, it's such a piece of diamond!!! I NEED IT!! Oh my god, it's so cute yet so sexy!! Here take preggo! Reggie smut in exchange for the amazing gold's price!!| Warnings: dub-con? Slight manhandling, gun on head (reg's fine, dw), reader is kinda unhinged and insane, chocking, reg's pregnant, I have no idea, what came over me to write this...

Thank god, everyone in the office was actually gone out to eat, Regulus said he wasn't feeling and you brightly volunteered to stay behind to care of the Head Detective and the others agree, because you're a local who became VERY close with the group.

And Regulus knew why...Regulus's head felt like it was burning, crying on his knees, spewing insults, yelling, screaming and what not simply to argue with you over the fact that you're always at his office now and he doesn't like it...

You simply grinned down at him, you liked when he cried, it was cute, you know you should be angry at him, but maybe it was the fact that he was pregnant that suddenly made him so cute and made you want to make him cry more and mewl on your cock like that other night in the forest where you pounded in him on the forest floor beside his friend, Barty's house.

Softly you walked close to the kneeling boy, lifting his face softly and grabbing his face tightly, "You cry so damn much, it's fucking annoying how pretty you look." you softly hummed as Regulus's soft whimpering as you grab his arm and lift him up, pulling him up as you sat on his chair, the Head detective's chair.

You let him stand as he continued to scream at you for the next few minutes, maybe it was the pregnancy moodswings but after a few minutes of screaming, he stood there sobbing, pregnancy emotions always got out of hand, you guessed.

Softly he walked closer to you, sitting in your lap, crying in your neck as your hands stroked his thigh and sides, one hand travelling up to the top of his jacket, you softly pulled it off as he continued to cry, whine and sob on your lap, as one hand unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt softly, the other rubbing his thigh, the shirt still tucked in enough to hide his body well.

You snaked your hands inside his shirt, rubbing his stomach where you felt the smallest amount of movement, was it from Reg's breathing or the baby's notice of his father being around, you didn't know, you preferred the latter, knowing the man in your lap could never help his greediness he had over you, his obsession over you which he tried SO HARD to deny always made you grin and made you think how cute he'd like crying on your cock.

The other hand softly unbutton his trousers, your hands slipped inside his pants on his hips, holding his hips softly as you pet his hips a bit for him to lift his hips for you remove his trousers. Throwing them haphazardly, your fingers softly grazed his clothed cunt, already starting to wet and leak even through his panties, "Oh? Already wet...expected this from you honestly." you hummed softly, taking his hand on yours and guiding it to your trousers.

As he unbuttoned your pants, you simply pushed his panties aside and stroked his cunt and clit, but not touching him where he wants. Panting and whining, he simply pulled out your cock, whining as you simply sighed. "Pitiful.." you stared at him, but he's pregnant, might as well be sweet right?

So that's how he ended up riding you, wailing and moaning like it's nobody's business as his fingers were plunged in your mouth, plugging your mouth as you sucked and slobbered over his fingers like he did on your cock with a smirk seeing him go crazy and whiny simply from bouncing over you, one of your hands rubbing and squeezing his clit and the other rubbing his tummy which was seemingly growing to show your kid inside him...

Thrusting up into his cunt, the hand which was on his stomach moved up to softly pinch his nipples just as the ringtone of your phone rang through the office, as Regulus's cries resonated within the walls, just before you pulled his panties you tore off of him and shoved it in his mouth, taking the call, putting it on speaker and placing it on the table, while one of your hands held his wrists tightly, while the other moved to hold his throat.

Noticing his movements stopped, you leaned close to his tear-stricken face and asked, "What? Did I ask you to stop? Continue fucking riding." you said softly, you were sure if not for the panties stuck in his mouth and your hand on his throat he would whine loudly to show everyone what was happening.

"Hello?" Barty's voice came from the call, "Yeah? Hello Barty!!" You asked brightly, in contrary to how you were fucking Regulus on your dick. As Regulus continued to bounce on top you, "Yeah, uh, we're reaching the station back in like two to three minutes." Barty said as all blood ran from Regulus's face while you only smirked,

"Oh? Oh, please, do come early...I miss you all and if not me, then Reggie sure does, don't you?" you said smirking as Barty laughed over the phone, "I bet, aight, I'll tell Evan to drive faster, can't leave our besties alone, can we? See you!" he said before hanging up as you pulled Regulus's panties out his mouth, making him whine as you pressed down on his throat and rubbed his clit a bit harshly,

"Why-...Why would you..you-fuck! Why would you do that?!" he asked, trying to be angry, but his exterior flattered the moment you thrust inside of him, hearing him wail.

"Come on, hurry up, don't you want to cum? If not now, then you'll have to wait up until, I don't know....a few hours?" you said as he suddenly began speeding his movements up, as you relaxed in the chair, groaning as you kissed his chest and left hickeys, biting him as he simply whined and tried his best to ride you. Your hands no longer working on his body neither did you put in any effort, if he wanted it, he can have it all by himself especially after screaming at you,

"i'm still upset at you yelling at me, so I will relax, you use me and get yourself off." you said simply, hands simply on his stomach, stroking his swelling belly, letting him use you.

Regulus tried his best to replicate the feelings of you, pinching his nipples, squeezing his clit, plunging your fingers in his hole besides your cock if you felt more mean, or the way your cock touched parts of his body his long fingers couldn't even reach...

His wet finger rubbing his own clit, as he ride to bounce himself on top of you like you always force him to, the other hand on top of yours on his stomach, feeling your cock bulging in his stomach, it was hurting, but he simply couldn't reach his good points!

What the hell, you're supposed to care for him, your baby's momma, your pretty little baby and your gorgeous princess (as you called him in a degrading way).

It wasn't helping that you were pinching his nipples seemingly out of nowhere and reminding him, "Come on, don't want the whole sector to know you're a whore right? They're gonna be here any minute now." he said. His pleasure was teetering between too much and too little and it was driving him wild,

"Ah-fuck!...please! I-I'm..fuck..I'm sorry, it's not working!!" he whined, his tears dripped down his cheeks with drool also falling down his cheeks making you shake your head, "I'm sorry, baby. You're on your own." you said simply, groaning as he clamped down on your, throwing your head back, sadism making you feel happy and a smirk on your lips as he again began to move up and down, his thighs burning just as the sounds of other's car's parking was heard.

"Oh, looks like they're here, awwhhh, baby, hurry up, come on, cum." you said with fake pity as Regulus let out a loud whine, near scream,

"PLEASE! I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry...Please..it hurts and I-fuck! Can't do it, I need you, I need you!....in here..Please daddy? Don't wanna pleasure your little cumslut...am I not carrying your baby?" he softly, whined taking your hand and placing it on his dripping cunt softly throwing his head back, you groaned and rolled your eyes as you held his hips, the fucking cumslut was smart and fucking cute,

"Awhh, fine. But hear me slut, you're not cumming the whole night after this." he said as he nodded desperately, "Fine, yes, yes!!" he nodded as you looked over to see Barty, Evan, Pandora, James, Sirius, Remus, Lily and literally everyone in the group was entering the building.

You quickly pulled out and flipped him over, slamming back inside as you pounded him on the table, as you looked over the desk to see your gun that confiscated in a opened drawer, pulling it you softly placed it on his head, making Regulus tense up, as you continued to pound inside him, spanking his ass red and rubbing it softly between your warmed up palm of the other hand before it moved to bundle up in his hair to pull up his falling and lolling head as his whined,

"Awhh, what? Scared, baby? You should be. Fucking brat, you should be fucking grateful I don't pull the trigger for almost revealing my identity...But fuck, baby, I love you." you hummed moving fast, moving the fun down to nudge his clit with the cold metal as you pounded in him, pulling his hair, and biting his shoulders, you were dressed up but he wasn't except his opened shirt hanging from his shoulders.

Regulus's whines began to be more high-pitched and faster, "Uh..No, wait..it feels weird, sir! PLEASE! It-fuck, feels like I'm gonna pee...Please, no i'm-ngh!...I'm gonna cum." he whined, thrashing softly as you placed the gun back on the table and shoved fingers in his mouth, gagging him on them, as the other pinched and rubbed his clit roughly, you could hear the other's footsteps outside on the corridors...

"Fucking cum, I better not get caught. They're just outside the door, sweetheart." you hissed as Regulus whined and let out a soundless cream as he squirted over you dripping down as he clamped down on your cock, his head dizzy as he whined softly.

That pushed you over the edge as you quickly came inside him and pulled out, staring at his dripped ass as Regulus scrambled to get his articles of clothing, including the ripped up panties and ran to the bathroom, banging the door closed just as the door opened to them, "Hey!! We got food for you as well!!" Pandora said brightly holding up a bag as they all stare at you fixing your unbutton shirts with a sweet smile, back on your lips,

"Hi, welcome back!! Where were you all gone for?" you asked, fixing your pants behind the desk hiding you as you smiled brightly. "Oh, nowhere really." Mary said sighing as she pulled up a chair beside you as you sat on the Head Detective's desk, "Where is Regulus?" Dorcas asked, as you slightly panicked, "Oh, uh, he's in the bathroom." you said smiling nodding towards the bathroom in the office.

Everyone nodded as Pandora handed you the food bag, "Oh yeah, speaking of. Reminds me, you look unsuually happy, are you expecting someone at home?" James asked smiling, as you nodded with a boyish grin,

"Yep, i'm expecting a baby!" You said just as Regulus walked out wiping his face with a napkin, his clothes back on, " the prettiest and gorgeous mama I've ever seen.." you said softly smiling at Regulus who blushed and walked closer, shooing you to get your own chair...

You pulled one beside him, as everyone began leaving to go back to different things they had to work on, as you ate your food in silence with Regulus, pulling him back to sit in your lap on the Head Detective's chair, a hand on his tummy.

You didn't really notice it, but after the few months, he was honestly starting to show, if not for the fact that he wore a brown blazer over it that hid his stomach, but if he wasn't wearing it, it was blatantly obvious as you stared at his stomach.

Regulus noticing your gaze no tummy, he hid it under his arms, his insecurity skyrocketed since becoming pregnant, but despite being insane it would be wrong to lie since he was looking gorgeous than anything,

"Quit this job, I'll take care of you." you blurted out suddenly making Regulus glare at you, "You have a lot of fucking audacity." he said pulling you close by your collar, "I'm serious...I don't want you to be held responsible if I got caught being a killer, I want you and the baby to be safe, quit this. I have money, I'll take care of you." you said softly, rubbing his stomach with one of the rare, genuine smile you held making Regulus a bit surprised but sigh,

"I'll see...", "Thank sweet mama.. :)"

[archangeldyke-all]

can't focus on 'babyfather' cause im thinking about two things:

fluffy- cowboy sev and reader officially adopting the kiddos

smutty- reader shows cowboy sev her newly honed hog-tying skills (ehehehehehe)

the fluffy one omgggg

men and minors dni

grayson's been sheriff since you took over the inn. she's a tough broad, but she's good. she values harmony and her constitutes more than the law, and she's always willing to turn a blind eye if it means keeping everyone happy.

the two of you have had a deal since you took over. grayson doesn't interfere with the shady dealings that happen in your tavern, she doesn't mention the criminals who stay in your inn, so long as they don't target any local joints, and they keep all their violence outside the town's county limits.

but now she's retiring.

she deserves it, she's a hardworking woman, and she and her wife have finally saved up enough to buy a little plot of land a few miles south to start their dream retirement homestead. you're happy for her.

but you're also nervous.

because with grayson gone, there's a new sheriff in town. and he's a total dickhead.

marcus is the opposite of grayson. he'll do anything to make a flashy arrest. he's got no sense of hometown loyalty or pride. and he's out to get you.

it started with questions about sevika. comments about how she looks strikingly similar to certain 'wanted' posters of the 'weary woman of the west.'

a few gold bars managed to buy his silence. but that wasn't the end of it.

next, he started sniffing around your inn, making patrons uncomfortable, especially the more criminally inclined.

it was only through a town hall meeting where all the villagers gathered together and demanded he leave your business alone, (they were worried that without your frequent guests, most of the luxury goods with discounted prices that they bring with them would disappear from the local markets) paired with a strongly written letter from grayson that managed to get him to back off.

but now he's after your kids.

powder and violet have been in your and sevika's care for three years now. and while you're not a conventional family, you're a family nonetheless.

sure, the four of you all cringe when someone mistakenly refers to you or sev as the girl's 'mom'; and their homeschooled education is just as focused on criminal training as it is arithmetic and gardening; and you and sevika's marriage certificate wouldn't hold up in any sort of official court-- but that doesn't matter.

what matters is the dinners you share every evening, tucked in a corner booth of the tavern as your patrons eat surrounding you, listening to sevika's stories from the ranch that day, or violet's re-tellings of the book she's been reading.

what matters is the way the girls still pile into bed beside you and sev on rainy nights, both claiming to be scared of the thunder, though you all know they just like their cuddles.

what matters is the way you'd die for them. the way you love them. the pride in sevika's eye each time she watches the two of them play in the street, the swell in your heart each time you watch her join in with them. that's what matters.

marcus doesn't seem to care.

"i oughta kill him." sevika growls as she storms up to your room. marcus just hand delivered a bunch of official looking documents to you and sevika, threatening to take the girls to an orphanage by force if you and sevika don't procure the proper documentation for them in a month's time. you trail behind her, slumping onto the bed and watching your wife pace in circles around your room. "who the fuck does he think he is, splittin' up a family like this?" she seethes.

you're too busy panicking to be able to comfort your wife. sevika's too angry to notice the tears brimming your eyes.

"s-sev." you choke out between silent sobs.

she freezes, her head snapping over to where you're sitting on your bed. her angry expression falls, her heart breaking as she rushes over to your side to gather you up in your arms.

"h-he can't, right?" you cry. she kisses your head.

"he won't." she says, convinced. "worst comes to worst, the four of us go on the run. we could survive in the desert, it's what the girls have been training for since they first moved in." she whispers. "i'm not lettin' him split us up, baby."

you cry in her arms while she rubs circles in your back, horrified for powder and violet.

sevika was an orphan before she ran away to wander the west. she still can't talk about her years in the orphanage run by nuns, but sometimes she wakes up screaming, and you know it's not nightmares about the shootouts she's survived. it breaks your heart.

it kills you to think that violet and powder might end up there, too.

the girls are just as worried about marcus as you are. powder's been having nightmares since he first started questioning your little family, terrified of being torn away from you and sev. violet's been quieter, a nervous look in her eye at all times, flinching each time she messes up, like she's already anticipating the thwack of a ruler on the back of her hands.

sevika gently lays you down on to bed, curling around you as you cry. you can feel her own silent tears soaking your shoulder as the two of you drift off to a fitful sleep.

when you wake up, it's to powder laying on your chest, and violet curled up in sevika's arms.

she's awake too, studying the girls with a furrow in her brow.

"hi." you whisper. she looks over at you, her frown not ceasing.

"i have an idea." she says quietly. you blink at her and nod. "we'll have to close shop for a few days." she whispers. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth. "i think ol' man ernie will let me take off for a week, especially when he hears why i'll be gone." she says, referring to her boss, the owner of the ranch where she works. he's just as in love with the kids as you and sevika are. hell, the girls got the whole town wrapped around their fingers.

"what's your plan?" you ask. she smirks.

"did i ever tell you about the time i got caught?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i thought you had a clean record." you say, smiling. "i wouldn't'a married you if i knew you'd been caught before." you tease her. she laughs and reaches out to nudge your shoulder.

"fuck off." she chuckles. you grab her hand before she can retract it, interlacing your fingers. she sighs. "it was long before i met you, a bank robbery gone bad. when they shot my shoulder." she explains. you nod. since you've known her, sevika's left arm has been practically out of commission, her shoulder shredded to bits in a bad job.

"i got caught up, they threw me in a cell in a big city about a hundred miles north of here." she whispers. "but, i had money. enough for a lawyer, the best in town." she says. "his name was silco. i'd never seen a man so rich before, dressed like he was goin' to church just to visit me in my cell, so much jewelry on 'im he could barely lift up his hands they were so heavy. but he was good. they dropped the charges before i could even go to court-- they knew not to fuck with 'im. he got me out in a week-- my cellmate had been waitin' to get out for three years." she explains. you nod along. "i'm sure he's still alive. he's gotta be. and if we can get him to take on our case, there's no way marcus'll be able to take the girls from us." she says.

"you think he'll take on our case? adoption's a lot different than criminal defense law." you whisper. sevika shrugs

"he had a husband himself... he's like us." she says. "and he took a liking to me, said i was the 'ballsiest client' he'd had in his whole career."

you chuckle. "he'd be stupid not to like you." you say. she smiles. "gimmie three days to get the current guests to pack up and leave. 're we takin' the train or shimmer?" you ask. sevika laughs.

"the train." she says, smiling. you grin.

"the girls'll love that. neither of 'em have ever been on a train before."

the trip to the city is a hit.

powder and violet can barely contain their excitement on the train ride to town. they both took the window seats, pressing their noses against the glass and gasping at the speed of the train, the beautiful landscapes sweeping past them almost too fast to make out more than a blur.

you and sevika spend the five hour ride admiring your kids. a couple of times, one of you tears up, out of bittersweet happiness, and fear of what's going to happen to them.

when you finally arrive in the bustling downtown, the girls go crazy.

"holy shit!" violet gasps as she takes in the busy streets. it is pretty impressive, compared to your sleepy little shanty town. there's horse-drawn carriages, buskers, open markets, and buildings taller than you've ever seen before. sevika snorts and nudges violet, pointing her to the candy store across the street, putting a dollar in her hand.

"take powder, and go crazy." she whispers, like you can't hear her. you just laugh and roll your eyes at the excited squeals, then cringe when the girls dart out in the busy street, narrowly avoiding a trampling.

"you're such a sucker." you say to sevika as she wraps her arm around your waist, guiding you to a bench to wait for you girls in. she chuckles.

"it's a vacation." she says with a shrug. you giggle, eyeing the crowds of people surrounding you, then quickly leaning up to kiss her cheek when you find nobody looking at you. she blushes.

with the girls hopped up on sugar, the three mile walk to the lawyer's office goes by quick. they take turns between you and sevika, holding onto your hands as you swing them between the two of you.

when you finally arrive, sevika stops the two of you in front of a big stone building, nodding. "here we are."

you've never been in a building so fancy. inside, there's an elevator, which freaks you out-- so you take the stairs two at a time to meet the girls up on the third floor.

by the time you arrive, sevika's already shaking hands with a skinny man in a velvet red suit. the girls are quietly playing in the hallway, dancing with each other, working off their sugar high.

sevika and the man, silco you assume, talk in hushed tones. a burly, dust covered man approaches you with a smile on his face.

"vander." he introduces himself, reaching a hand out for you to shake. you smile and shake his hand. "you must be sevika's missus." he says with a chukel. you blush and nod. he whistles. "good for you. i remember when silco took on 'er case, he was enamored with her. she was a vagabond back then, i never thought i'd see the day she'd settle down." he says. "nevertheless, have kids."

"you must be silco's husband?" you guess. vander nods.

"your letter got here last night. silco was thrilled to hear sevika'd be coming to town. i decided to tag along to keep you company, i know how those two can get when they're talkin'-- off in their own world." he says, laughing and nodding to where sevika and silco are gesturing wildly and laughing with one another. you smile.

"i appreciate the two of you hearing our case." you say. vander laughs.

"we're not just hearin' it, darlin' we're takin' it." he says. you blink at him in surprise. he shrugs. "we got two boys of our own, mylo and claggor. they're downstairs, if the girls wanna play while we work. they're not ours-- not traditionally. it would kill us if they got taken away." he says.

tears well up in your eyes. "o-oh." you whisper. he smiles and slings an arm around you, tugging you toward his chest.

"plus, marcus is an old enemy of ours. silco's had half a dozen cases since i've known him defending innocent people against that pig. i'm sincerely sorry your town got stuck with him as sheriff." he says. you laugh.

"you're too kind."

violet and powder become fast friends with mylo and claggor. while you and sevika and vander and silco sit in his office, drawing up and filling out paperwork, the boys take your kids out to play in the streets, showing them around town.

silco and sevika really are talkative around each other. they seem to speak the same language. you and vander spend the evening watching the two of them work adoringly.

"sevika said silco only knew her for a week-- how are they so close?" you whisper at one point. vander shrugs.

"she'd come by to visit once or twice a year while she was still wanderin'. always askin' silco if anybody was givin' him trouble, offering her 'services' as it were." he says with a chuckle. "she was just a kid back then. and now look at her." he says, nodding at your wife where she grumbles something about marcus under her breath, causing silco to smile. you grin.

"she's a sap under that scowl of hers." you say. he laughs.

"she certainly is."

silco and vander let the four of you stay in their house for the week. the girls get practically no sleep, too busy playing with their new friends. sevika's just as busy with silco, the two of them like two old hags, chatting and smoking in rocking chairs on the front porch.

one night, you wake up to sevika slipping back into bed beside you, smelling like tobacco and wind. you cuddle against her as she wraps her arms around you, kissing your head.

"you okay?" you mumble. she hums and kisses you again.

"the kids 're playing poker." she says. you chuckle. "they pretended to be sleepin' when i checked in on 'em, but i could see the cards stickin' outta their pillows." she says.

you laugh in the darkness. "they're so cute."

sevika hums. "they're gonna be ours." she whispers. you smile, wrapping your arms around your wife's waist and tugging her closer toward you.

"they've been ours." you say. she smiles against your skin.

"but... it's gonna be real now." she says. "they're ours 'til the day we die."

"can't tease 'em about kickin' 'em out anymore." you say. sevika snorts.

"we're gonna have to give up another room at the inn eventually, they're gettin' too big to share the one." she says. you smile.

"we'll get to watch 'em grow up." you whisper. "watch 'em fall in love. start their own families."

"fuck, we'll be grandma's soon." sevika groans. you laugh.

"no way. i'm not lettin' anybody call me grandma." you say. sevika giggles. "and i don't think either of them are the settle down and have kids type." you say. sevika laughs.

"i thought the same thing about myself, now look at me." she says, squeezing you. you giggle.

"it's gonna be amazing." you say. sevika hums against you.

"yeah, it is."

in a week's time silco's drawn up all the legal documents needed to make the girls officially yours. on a sunday morning, the eight of you stand in his office, you, sev, powder, and vi taking turns signing various lines on the stacks of paper.

when it's finished, silco flips through the documents, double checking everything, then looks up at the four of you gathered around his desk.

"well..." he says. butterflies flutter in your stomach. silco swipes his signature on the final page, pressing a stamp next to it. "it's official. you are officially the legal guardians of violet and po--"

he's cut off by cheers of celebration, sevika scooping the three of you up in her arms and twirling you around the office while vander and the boys clap for you.

it's one of the happiest moments of your life, right next to the day sevika gave up her life of crime for you, and the day you got married.

before you leave the city, you scrawl out an address and coordinates on a piece of paper, handing it to vander.

"this is our inn." you say. "if you ever wanna get out of the city. we'd be happy to have you all. free of charge. whenever, no questions asked." you say. he smiles, and wraps you up in a hug.

on the train ride home, powder gets into a little feud with the ticket taker, claiming he'd been shooting her dirty looks. sevika gently cuffs her upside the head when she sticks her tongue out at the man as he passes out refreshments.

"ouch! what the hell?" she asks, rubbing her head. sevika rolls her eyes.

"behave." she grunts. powder rolls her eyes.

"you're not the boss of me." she pouts. beside her violet giggles, and smacks her with the file of paperwork she'd been holding to her chest since sunday morning.

"she is now, dumbass." she says.

you smile the whole way home.

marcus nearly shits himself when you present him with paperwork from S&V legal offices. sevika glares at him, resting her hand on her side arm as he blinks owlishly at you.

"you ever fuck with my family or our business again, and i'll call up the weary woman of the west." she whispers. "i hear she's a great shot."

"i hear she turns bodies into fertilizer for the side garden." you add on. sevika smirks at you.

powder tugs your hand, blinking up at you.

"can we do the thing the boys taught us?" she whispers. you laugh then nod, and grin as your daughters both flip the bird at the sheriff's retreating form.

marcus doesn't bother you again.

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Stage Manager career advice

(some of this probably works for other paths too... especially #1) -Never ever turn down going out for a drink or coffee. You never know who will be there or what opportunities the person inviting you has up their sleeve. In the same vein, if you're out at a theatre social gathering and you're thinking of making an early night of it for whatever reason... stay around for one more drink (even if it's water). When the crowd starts to thin is when you usually strike social/professional gold, because that’s when the more intimate conversations happen.

-Always keep a set of stage blacks in your car, along with updated copies of your resume, and a set of nice interview clothes (just like... a polo, button up, or tunic dress top to throw on over your jeans/leggings). You never know when you might get asked to help in a pinch or marched into someone’s office for an interview on the spot.

-While we're on resumes, email yourself a copy of your resume and keep that email in your favorites folder so you can find it easily and email it to a potential employer should they ask for it. Make sure to keep it updated.

-Things to keep in your SM kit that you might not think of, but I never go without: granola bars, glucose tablets (even non-diabetics can have blood-sugar emergencies), a decent camera (it can be your phone), work gloves, rubber gloves, and kneepads.

-Go the extra mile when it comes to your crew and your actors. Learn how they take their coffee. Find out what their favorite candies are. Make sure there's a bottle of water on every musician's stand. Stage managers get an awful rap for being these unyielding emotionless deities on high, but it's easy to dispel that with little gestures and it buys you a certain amount of leeway to be curt without hurting feelings.

-I always give the same speech to my cast and crew about a week out from the beginning of tech. It goes like this: "The next couple of weeks are going to be hectic. If I answer a question or give you an instruction and sound quick or brusque, pretend that I said one of the following: Please. Thank you. You're welcome." Like the advice about water/candy/coffee, it buys you a certain amount of grace from your cast if you can’t be polite or watch your tone.

-Every job you do is the interview for your next job, sometimes in totally different arenas of arts management. A local theatre director may be at a concert you're managing. A local ballet director might have dancers in the musical you're calling. The director of a major arts council might spy you working electrics for your local stage hand union. You can never guess what's coming or who it will come from. Assume everyone might have or know of work for you someday. 

-Do little jobs sometimes. Go usher for a theatre you don’t work for. Drop in to help with strike or build for a couple hours. You might even want to volunteer your time sometimes, especially if you’re new in town. It gets you into spaces so people meet you. This is especially true in a small town, and it goes along with my previous point. You never know where opportunities might come from, and you don't want to miss out.  -A note about volunteering. It’s a dirty word among professionals... never do anything for free. BUT! When you’re starting out, again especially in a smaller town, volunteering is a great way to pick up skills. Go be a wrench monkey for a lighting designer. Go be a hand at build. Go to the costume shop. They’ll be THRILLED for the help and will absolutely teach you shit. So... it’s not for free. I’ve gotten a tremendous amount of value from volunteering because once they know what you can do, you can start leveraging them to pay you for things you already know how to do. Just remember... keep strong boundaries. Ask to be paid if you’re not being compensated another way... and exposure doesn’t count.

-Conversely, learn to say no when you need to, be it for something in a show, or for your own health. You're not everyone's friend and you're not everyone's savior.

Skills to learn: Learn to drive a stick shift. Learn to drive a moving van. Learn to read music (just passably... you don’t have to be Mozart). Take a dance class. Go be in the chorus for a play/musical if you’ve never been on stage before. 

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

For day six - Hard decisions

Meng Yao never goes to Lanling because the madam finds some jin cultivator to burst that bubble (because of compassion or malice or secret third reason) with a bunch of stories of sect leader Jin.

Years later bookkeeper Meng Yao on his way home sees a wen carriage fall down over the edge of a path. He gets to the bottom, finding dead soldiers and a golden cage. A boy in a golden cage. Still alive.

Though the storm had ended by morning, he couldn't shake the ominous feeling that prickled up the back of his neck as he set out for home.

He hadn't wanted to come on this trip in the first place. He was a bookkeeper, not a delivery boy. But the brothel madam, tightfisted as ever, had threatened to dock his pay for the courier fees, and he couldn't afford that.

At least the kitchen staff had been nice enough to pack him a small bag, sparing him from having to buy food while he was out. He was down to his last package of buns, so he decided to wait until lunch to eat anything.

The first storm of spring always left the roads a mess, blowing down branches and trees that had been weakened by what winter weather they actually got and leaving the dirt paths thick with mud and standing puddles. He'd already almost lost a boot twice by the time he heard a horse in distress.

Rounding the next bend, he stopped, wide-eyed, when he found the source. A riderless horse was trying to free its harness and bridle from where they had tangled in a thick gnarled branch that was poking out of the mudslide that completely covered the road. Smashed wooden wheels and limbs of other horses -and people- were also visible, and the slide was wide enough and tall enough that there were probably more underneath.

Well. This... explained the uneasiness he'd been dealing with all morning.

Very, very slowly, he approached the horse, whistling a 'calm down' noise he'd sometimes heard the local farmers use and hoping for the best. It seemed to work, because while the beast kept snorting and stomping as it -she, he corrected himself- watched him warily, she made no attempt to bite or struggle while he untangled her from the branch.

Still holding the reins, but giving some slack so as not to spook his new friend, he began cautiously picking a path around the worst of the mudslide, since it was too unstable to go over.

Though everything was shattered or ripped or caked in blood, it quickly became evident that this hadn't just been a group of merchants or otherwise normal travelers, and his mounting dread was confirmed when he spotted a very familiar red sun on a saddlebag that had torn loose from its horse.

He'd seen Wen sect cultivators before. Some of them even showed up at the brothel every few weeks, despite it technically being in Jiang territory. But he'd never seen any this far southeast before, especially not in a caravan this heavily laden.

Despite himself, he couldn't help wondering what could possibly have drawn them-

As if to answer his question, the clouds that had been hanging overhead all morning shifted just enough for a little bit of sunlight to glint off something metallic.

He shouldn't go see what it was.

He shouldn't- damn.

"Stay," he ordered the horse, and immediately felt stupid for doing so. But he didn't know what other command to give her, and besides, the horse seemed to obey, only fidgeting a bit and continuing to keep her ears laid back as he left her behind to investigate.

Pushing a broken panel of what had been part of a carriage out of the way, he was stunned to find a cage.

An actual cage. He couldn't tell immediately whether it was merely gilded or made of gold, but it was still a cage.

With a person in it.

What kind of creepy-

He jumped in surprise when the small figure curled in a defensive ball made a noise.

Recovering from the sudden scare, he reached through the widest gap he could see between the warped bars and pressed two fingers to the stranger's neck-

-and sucked in a sharp breath when he found a pulse.

Okay. Now he had a horse and a survivor.

A survivor who was being kept in an actual fucking gold cage by Wen sect cultivators.

Through the mud, he could see that the captive's clothing had at some point been green and silver, and was of high quality make.

Green and silver... green and silver... Why did that combination sound familiar?

...Wait...

This was getting more confusing and alarming all the time. Wen sect cultivators in a place they shouldn't be, transporting someone from the Nie sect in secret, in an elaborate yet clearly not just decorative cage? They weren't anywhere near the straightest path between the Nie and Wen sects either, which meant this wasn't something meant to be seen by anyone, and probably wouldn't have been had the weather not completely screwed them over.

The realization that he'd very likely just stumbled on a fucking kidnapping made him dizzy enough he had to find a somewhat stable part of the busted carriage to sit down on.

And, of course, the next question was... now what?

The simplest, most logical answer was to return the way he'd come and report what had happened. It was the shortest distance and would bring the quickest help.

But what if the captive died before anyone got back? Or someone decided he'd seen too much and killed him as soon as he reported?

He could take the captive with him... but that posed its own risks. Again, he didn't know how injured they were, or who might be waiting on the path for the Wen contingent to arrive.

There was... always the option to just leave. Go home, say nothing. Let it be someone else's problem.

But...

He looked down at the unconscious captive. Boy or girl, he couldn't quite tell just from what he could see, but they looked young. Younger than him, even. And evidently, they were someone important to their sect.

If he could get them somewhere unnoticeable, send a message directly to one of the sects...

Obviously, the Wen sect wanted them. But he'd heard enough about Wen Ruohan and his unstable temper to know it was probably suicide to contact him. He might even, however illogical it would be, blamed for the deaths of the cultivators who'd been doing the transport, and then he was still as good as dead.

Five years ago, he might have tried sending word to his father. The other sects were... supposed to be on fairly friendly terms; it would have been a way to get his father's attention, prove he could be dutiful and heroic and worthy of being brought into the fold.

Now, he knew that was as laughable as contacting Wen Ruohan with the expectation of a reward.

Given their current location, that left the Jiang or the captive's home sect, the Nie. The Jiang were certainly the closer between the two, but... If he contacted the Nie directly, there was less risk of having to give up credit for the unorthodox rescue.

A little wheezing cough drew him out of his mental debate, and he looked down to find the captive had curled into an even smaller ball and was shivering.

Ah. All that mud and water, and the weather hadn't completely warmed into spring yet-

The cage must have been made of real gold, because the bars bent easily under even his meager strength. One piece even snapped free, and he couldn't resist tucking it away into his bag.

Even if he didn't get a monetary reward for getting this little Nie home, that one piece, if melted down, would have been enough to buy his way out of the madam's hands by itself.

When his hand brushed the captive's face, they tried to nuzzle into his palm like a lost kitten seeking warmth, and he had to swallow down a sudden flutter in his chest.

Okay. Okay... okay. Focus.

Despite being soaking wet and dead weight, the captive was surprisingly easy to pull out and onto his back. Keeping his balance in the mud with that weight proved a lot more difficult, though, and he nearly slipped onto his face more than once before finally making it back to the horse.

Now, then.

To find a safe place to hide and send a message to the Nie sect leader.

And hope to the heavens that this wasn't going to just blow up in his face.

[alexandraisyes]

KC/Flare/Sun

What are their dates like?

Favorite things about each other?

Who’s the most… TICKLISH? >:3

HEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE

God everyone who knows me, and I mean actually knows me, knows that I will die with this rare pair. They're literally perfect.

It depends on who is planning the date.

Killcode makes reservations for classy, expensive restaurants, he wants to show off his lovers on a silver platter. White tie events, formal parties, galas and balls. Whatever it takes to get them in their nicest dresses (in his colors, always in his colors) and have them hanging off his arm. For someone who works with mafia-level crime and prostitution, he has quite the reputation with the local upper class (which is most likely because he has good ties in the black market).

Solar Flare tends to be more reserved, something nice but not fancy. Most likely a quiet date in the park for dinner, there's a local farmers market they love visiting and buying from. Tucked away from the public eye in the wooded part of the park, right at the perfect time to watch the sky transition into melted golds and pinks, then finally a dark navy as a sprinkling of stars decorate the sky. It's nothing like the sky in the forest where he and Killcode used to live, tucked away in one of Moon's forgotten bases, but no one complains. Then maybe walking around the city at night, running a couple errands while they're at it, and hitting up one of the nicer bars for a few shots of whiskey. Then back to walking around the city at now four in the morning, until heading back near dawn. Sun doesn't always come with them when Flare plans dates, since he has a hard time staying up that late.

Sun is, ironically enough, an introvert. Stay-home dates where he cooks something "romantic" (as he likes to call it) for the three of them, then cuddles in the living room as they watch a movie together. Probably a really shitty romcom or horror movie that they can make fun of, especially Sun who can't seem to be able to enjoy a movie without criticizing it so it's become somewhat of an inside joke when he manages to watch a movie without saying anything negative. Of course, when that happens he'll go on a tangent about why it doesn't deserve criticism and to suggest such is an insult to the craft. Stars forbid Flare disagrees, they'll argue for days about it, and Killcode has learned the hard way not to attempt to mediate.

For Killcode it's Flare's unwavering loyalty, and Sun's eagerness to be helpful. For Flare, well first of his favorite thing about Killcode is the fact that it's Killcode. His favorite thing about Sun is so small and cheesy, but it has to be his smile. Not a faked, or forced one, but when he's caught off guard by something and he lights up with amusement. Sun loves it when Killcode purrs, it literally shakes the entire bed/couch/floor whatever the beast is lying on, and he's a sucker for Flare's cooking (I would be too).

Killcode is the most ticklish, with Flare not being ticklish at all, and Sun being a good middle ground. Unfortunately, it's not advised to tickle him unless you are outdoors.

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 37

Sanji made his last round inside his galley, Mr. Noodles sat perched on a bar stool watching him. The roses that Zoro got him were still sitting in the jar where he left them. He needed to figure out what he wanted to do with them. Sanji slid some butter into his apron pocket to soften.

Sanji finished unloading everything he had bought at the market this morning. There were still a few cartes of things waiting for him to deconstruct. Sanji had scored a crate of fresh unwashed eggs. He would water glass them later tonight. He left out the stuff he needed to make a batch of kimchi and a new marinade for Luffy's jerky. The meat was in the freezer to firm up for easier slicing. He also left out the prime rib he got on sale for dinner tonight. He had the perfect seasoning for them.

Sanji cut the core of napa cabbages out, placing them into the bucket he was using for a compost pile, they used to have one on the Baratie they would give it to a local farmer who they worked with to get fresh produce. There were things that even he could not salvage and use, but the compost was a good compromise since it fertilized and grew more food. He split the leafy vegetable apart with his hands. It was hard to get used to such a quiet kitchen. He was used to the hustle and bustle of the Baratie. The chefs arguing, the waiters yelling out food orders. Everything about the kitchen was loud and controlled chaos. Well, Sanji did sort of miss having someone he could talk to.

“OK so I know you're a cat, and you don't understand what I'm saying, but I don't care. Right now, I'm making kimchi. It's spicy, sour, and so good. A chef who used to work at the Baratie before settling ashore and marrying a sweet woman showed me how to make it,” Sanji began to chop the pieces of cabbage up. “I'm doing the shortcut method. Usually, you don't chop it up, but I like it better this way,” Sanji put all the cabbage into the large bowl. “Then we just wash and salt the cabbage until it wilts and the water from the inside of the cabbage is drawn out by the salt,” Sanji would leave it overnight with something heavy on top.

Mr. Noodles had at some point hopped from his stool to wind his way around Sanji's legs purring. He was ecstatic to have something small and cute to care for. Clementine may have been Zeff’s cat but she did like him and barely tolerated the other chefs. It had been his job to brush her long silky golden fur. She had been a very pretty kitty, with one gold eye and one blue. Mr. Noodles was of course very handsome with his soft slick black fur.

“Zeff my old man, although I'd never call him that to his face, had a ship cat, her name was Clementine,” Sanji took out the bowl he used previously for the marinade. Mixing soy sauce, worcestershire, orange juice, and zest , he whisked in honey, brown sugar, grated ginger, and chopped garlic. He threw some habaneros into his mortar and grinded them down into a nice paste before adding them as well. “I remember the look on Zeff’s face after we got off the Rock. Clementine had gotten off their pirate ship shortly before they attacked the Orbit. It's said that cats can sense doom. Anyway, we stayed on an island while we recovered, and one day, she walked right up to Zeff as if she had only been out for a stroll. She died shortly before Luffy came crashing in. Zeff had been practically testy lately, so that didn't help him at all,” Sanji covered the marinade and placed it into the fridge.

“I think after I'm done with my prep, I'll head back out for some personal shopping and check out the fish market. Maybe I'll be nice to our sentient plant life and pick up a sword cleaning kit. He doesn't have much money and would be more focused on buying swords. Why he needs three? I'm not sure, but that's his thing, I suppose,” Sanji took a paper towel to dry the prime ribs, or else it would reject the butter. He stabbed holes into the top of the meat. While he did know how to trim meat, it had come pre-trimmed and on sale to good of a deal to pass up. “I haven't seen him use it at all while we've been on this ship and there's no way that his sword hasn't been well kept in the past,” He took the softened butter out of his pocket and upwarped it, placing it into a small bowl. “Maybe I'll grab some ink for Nami-swan! I can't get Marimo and not my sweet Nami,” Sanji tossed in chopped rosemary and thyme, salt, pepper, Dijon mustard, and a bit of worcestershire then he mixed it. “I should pick another notebook while I'm out, I might as well grab something for Luffy and Usopp while I'm at it. Just so I don't have to hear them whining.”

Sanji stabbed holes into the fatty part of the meat and used butter to lube up the sliced garlic and rosemary, slipping them into the holes. He coated the prime ribs in the rest of the butter before placing them in the fridge. After a quick clean-up, Sanji was ready to head out. With a goodbye scratch to Mr. Noodles Sanji left the Going Merry

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[trivialbob]

The main reason for our Wisconsin camping trip this past weekend was to see our friend and former Tumblr Jessica, her husband, and their new bar. 

But we had one other destination in mind.

Sheila and I like dive bars. We’d heard of a blue ribbon, class A, #1, Gold Medal dive bar in northern Wisconsin, not far from the shores of Lake Superior, that is a must-see. 

We drove an hour and a half north from Birchwood to the tiny town of Moquah. Along the way we passed countless rural roadside bars (RRB). We stopped at one for a bloody and chaser. My nice smile earned me a Spotted Cow instead of a Busch Lite for that five ounce beer that makes a bloody 48% happier.

At times I wonder if these small towns, where the bar to resident ratio is high, do they close some bars just so those employees have a chance to visit the rest of the bars in town? 

Anyway...

I present - The Plywood Palace.

We arrived at 12:10 PM. The door, held shut with a small Master padlock that wouldn't survive five seconds in Minneapolis or Chicago, should have been propped open at that point, but the owner was late. 

It’s not likely he reads Yelp or cares what it is, so no one wasted time bitching. We were far from 5G service anyway. 4G too. Even flip phones would not help so you’d better have a quarter for a pay phone if you want to call corporate and complain.

Several trucks and side-by-side ATVs were already there next to my truck. I bet there wasn’t a Prius within 100 miles of this place. Telslas likely are prohibited by local township rules.

We were all happy campers, waiting in that parking area. Everyone had a cooler. Some shared beer. We shared beef sticks from a meat shop we stopped at on the way there. One woman had bowls of dip and some chips. It was a block party in the sticks, next to a shack.

About an hour later the owner showed up. A man of few words, he mostly grunted “three bucks” or “six bucks,” depending on how many cans of Busch Lite a bar patron ordered. The money went into a mechanical cash register. Hey! You hippie over there, asking about Apple Pay, GTFO of here. Ka-ching.

We’d been advised to order canned beverages. There’s no running water at the Plywood Palace. Everyone followed that advice. No one dared order a bloody or an Old Fashioned. Or anything requiring ice. Or even a glass of water.

Sheila and I loved talking with everybody, hoisting Busch Lights to our parched lips as sunlight streamed through holes in the roof and walls before finally striking on the concrete and dirt floor.

Bras and signed dollar bills decorate what could be known to some as a ceiling.

The “ladies” room is a two-stall. Word has it that the women prefer one side over the other. You may see why. 

Sheila had a large package of baby wipes, because she plans ahead. Others were elated when she announced that anyone could help themselves to those clean, moist sheets.

Left stall:

Right stall:

This is the men’s room. It accommodates acres of full bladders. I found the little flowers to be a thoughtful touch.

Pollsters likely spend little time here.

Near the end of our visit I scrawled Sheila’s and my names on the wall with a Sharpie. I tried to buy a beer for the people who’d gladly opened their coolers to us before the bar opened, but they would have nothing of it. Friends share beer with friends, and we were all friends.

[senatushq]

"LETS GET READY TO RUMBBLLLLEEEEE" - Lycaon

Held over three days, Lupercal’s doors were open as Lupercalia began. A path was laid through the fey forest so anyone who wished to attend could find their way through the enchanted woods. The council and its emissaries were putting everything they had into making Wolfchella something that would show off the independence and strength of Lupercal. A spell of oblivion had been placed over the town, any humans that looked at the walls wouldn’t remember anything supernatural that occurred within. They’d remember iconic bands like SlipKnot, My Chemical Romance, Twenty-One Knots, The Howling Pumpkins, Wolfgarden, RadioKnot, Lycan in Chains, Jane’s Dog, The PupSpring, Yeastie Boys, Knot Mouth, Counting Crows, Rage Against the Suppressants, 3 Knots Down, Stevie Knots, Knot Doubt, Nine Inch Claws, Pearl Jam, Red Knotsuit Apparatus, AB/O, Linkin Knot, and Weezer. Two new bands also premiered, “Dawg in You” with Anders, Connor, and Dante and “Huntress” featuring Harlow, Paloma, and Milena.

The food stalls served such delicacies as hamburgers, hotdogs, and cheese fries. Anybody looking for more decadent cuisine could swing by the Waffle House where they served waffles at a marked up price. Everyone’s favourite lycan dive-bar, All Fours, offered free beer nuts to anyone who bought the drinks they were best known for, warm beer. Old Frascati was handing out wine curated to lycans, six times as strong as regular wine with notes of milkbones.

Humans would remember the skirmishes, the gauntlets, the fun, the games, and the prizes; they would not remember anything mystical. Anyone seeing the supernatural for the first time would consider it completely normal, and then promptly forget about anything strange. Upon entering people would register for events: Capture the Flag, the Contest of Strength, the All-Fighter Gauntlet, the Lycan Gauntlet, the Coliseum (Singles), the Coliseum (Doubles), and the much anticipated Alpha Gauntlet. By the afternoon, the rosters had been posted and the competitions were set in stone.

Day One of Lupercalia saw the opening contest, Capture the Flag, a friendly skirmish between two teams, followed swiftly by the contest of strength. To close off the evening, the Opening Rumble of the Alpha Gauntlet would take place, securing the roster for the first rounds of fighters. Day Two of Lupercalia would immediately kick off with the Open-Lycan Gauntlet, followed immediately by the first round of the Alpha Gauntlet. The singles tournament would be held in the early evening, and to close out the night, the All-Fighter Gauntlet would be held. Day Three of Lupercalia would open with the second round of the Alpha Gauntlet, where the finalists would be decided. The afternoon would have the Doubles Tournament and after sunset, the semifinals of the Alpha Gauntlet would be held. Immediately following the final round would commence.

See below for the list of prizes, ooc info, and who won Capture the Flag, the Strength Contest, and who will be entered into the first round of the Alpha Tournament.

ooc info:

Capture the Flag: Buy one Get one Gelato, coupon is only valid until February 18th.

Strength Competition: Gold-Plated Dumbells

Open-Lycan Gauntlet: Free Drinks for One Year at All Fours

Singles Tournament: All-inclusive spa package for one at the local bathhouse, complete with a happy ending.

Doubles Tournament: Trip for two to see Cirque Du Soleil

Alpha Gauntlet: Alpha Status

Post on the 19th saying who won the things from Day 2.

Post on the 23rd saying who won the things from Day 3.

Post on the evening 24th saying who are the finalists in the Alpha Gauntlet.

Post on the morning of the 25th saying who will be the next Alpha of Lupercal.

“Fuck Alphas” won 🙂

While it seemed obvious that the demigod with the “Super Strength” ability would win, Remus confidently walked up, copied the demigod’s power on top of his own, and then won the gold-plated dumbbells. It seemed obvious that Remus intended to win every single competition just to flex on Lupercalia.

Released into the fairgrounds in an all-out brawl, over fifty lycans battled it out, those left standing after an hour would make up the first round of the Alpha Gauntlet. While most assumed Lain would be beaten into a pulp, he fought like he was possessed, foaming at the mouth, rabid, and holding an insane amount of strength, when the final bell went off and he shifted back he immediately collapsed. The Doctor would later discover that while he was under the influence of an unknown substance, there were no rules against performance enhancers.

[burtonandtaylor]

Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton Find Paradise On ‘Night of the Iguana’ Shoot

PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO — Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton have discovered paradise – and they freely admit it.

In this tiny, tropical village they have found their heaven on earth, where they can openly display their love for each other, freer than they have ever been from notoriety and criticism.

In an exclusive interview with this reporter, Burton explained that he and his Elizabeth are now in process of buying a home in Puerto Vallarta, that they have found contentment here that has  thus far eluded them in the other places they have traveled.

“Half the people here,” he explained, “have never heard of Elizabeth. The other half might have heard of her, but couldn’t care less about her behavior.  The natives allow us to live our lives, to act ourselves.”

He grinned disarmingly, as if unaware his statements were newsworthy, and explained, “Elizabeth and I have already put in an offer on one home.  It was on the market for $40,000.  Unfortunately, when the owner discovered we were the bidders he jacked  up his price to $60,000 and we backed out.  I am sure of this, however,  If we keep looking we will find another home here that pleases us.  “This much we’ve decided:  we do want to live in Puerto Vallarta.  It’s paradise.”

It is understandable that both he and Miss Taylor should have fallen so in love with this tropical village.  For here they have been able to act much like honeymooners blissfully in love.

Local cab drivers point out to tourists “Casa Kimberley,” the luxurious villa nestled high on a rocky hillside where the famous couple live together.

Each morning a candy-striped jeep, boldly inscribed on its side with the words “Casa Kimberley” calls for Burton at the entranceway of the house.   The actor jumps in beside the driver and, as the jeep makes its perilous way down the cobblestone streets, narrowly avoiding pigs, burros, and half-naked children, Burton will turn to wave a last goodbye to Elizabeth, standing smiling down at him from the balcony of their home.

Around noon, the jeep will return for Miss Taylor and drive her to the beach where she will board their boat, “The Taffy,” to make the 6-7 [corrected] mile trip down coast to Mismaloya, the location site of Burton’s film, “Night of the Iguana.”

After spending the afternoon with him, on the set, they will board the boat together shortly before dusk to return to Casa Kimberley.

During the evenings, the couple will dine alone at home or will join friends in one of the six restaurant-bars in town.

Even to one spending just a few days in Puerto Vallarta, it becomes obvious that the charm of this tropical land has had its magical effect on Liz and Burton.  Where they tried deliberately not to be seen in public in both Rome and London, here in Mexico they make almost a show out of publicly acting like a couple in love.  Their attitude seems to say:  “We adore each other and are proud of it.  We want the whole world to know how we feel.”  There is not a soul in Puerto Vallarta who could remain oblivious to that fact.

I first became a witness to their love while standing on my hotel balcony one evening, mesmerized by the glories that nature was unfolding before me.  The heavens seemed to be on fire.  The sky, grey with the promise of night, had been touched by unseen fingers of fire and turned shades of gilded red and gold.  The sun, resting briefly atop a low hanging cloud before its final descent, spilled a trail of liquid amber along the tropical waters, then slid silently into the sea.

It was twilight in Puerto Vallarta, one of the most thrilling spectacles offered anywhere in the world.  The coconut trees lining the shore were now bathed in partial darkness and swayed to the rhythm of the surf as a mild tropical breeze arose.

Unexpectedly, from the horizon, a ship approached, killed its motors about a hundred feet from shore, and drifted silently, lifted gently and unprotestingly by the gentle push of the waves.  The ship was the “Taffy” and from its cabin Elizabeth Taylor emerged, climbed to the bow where she poised for a moment, then disappeared into the sea, cutting the water with an expert and graceful dive.  A moment later she surfaced and waved to Burton who stood at the stern of the craft.  He called, “I’ll see you on shore, luv,” and made a motion to the native captain to resume the progress of the boat.

It seemed but moments later when the actress’ powerful stroke had carried her to the beach.  There, like a child confident she is safe from unseen eyes, she  pranced upon the sand, shaking her head to free the sea water held captive in her hair.  She stood for a moment, her arms outstretched in a gesture of abandoned happiness, then skipped back into the surf, laughing with delight as the waves playfully slapped at her legs.

“Elizabeth,” Burton’s voice broke the stillness as he came trotting down the beach to meet her.  They embraced, clung to each other for a moment, then walked arm in arm to an awaiting jeep.  They were going home.

“Elizabeth is very happy here,” Burton confessed to me the following day.  “We both feel we’ve found heaven.”

He proceeded to explain why.  “Here in Puerto Vallarta we can be ourselves.  Last Sunday, for instance, we decided to take the boat and spend the day with Liza on a deserted beach along the coast.  At least we thought it was deserted.  After dropping our gear on the sand and spreading out our towels, we looked up and noticed several families of natives watching us from halfway up the mountain.  I waved and they immediately began to approach, friendly and unafraid.  They paid almost no attention to Elizabeth and myself.  It was apparent that they didn’t have the vaguest notion who we were.  But Liza, they fell in love with her.  Even with my limited knowledge of Spanish, I could understand that they were telling us how beautiful she was, saying that she looked, with her deep copper tan, like a Mexican Niña.

When lunchtime came, I asked our visitors if they’d  care to share our sandwiches.  They were delighted, even happier to sample our tequila.  Then it was time for them to treat us.  They invited us up to their hut, to share their tortillas and beans – and their local brew.  Elizabeth and I sat on the dirt floor of the thatched hut, sharing the simple food that the women prepared for us over an open fire.  And, while Elizabeth and I basked in those golden moments of anonymity, Liza enjoyed herself playing tag in the jungle outside the hut with our host’s children.”

For over two hours Burton talked of the life he and Elizabeth have found in Mexico.  Never did he say “I”.  His statements always began with “we.”  Charming and suave and very much a man of the world, he none-the-less gave the impression of a person as overwhelmingly in love as a teenager smitten with his first affair of the heart.

Sitting with him in the thatched roofed bar at Mismaloya, little more than a clearing out of a lush forest overgrown with wild banana and coconut trees, he pointed in the direction of the Taffy, at anchor in the breakwater.  “You know, of course,” he offered, “that Elizabeth named the boat after me.  Remember the rhyme, ‘Taffy was a Welshman.  Taffy was a thief? …'”  His blue eyes shone with pride and he seemed all at once like a boastful small boy, proud of his mischievous behavior.

This impression remained as Burton continued to speak.  Charming, a marvelous story teller, he seemed bent on disclosing the intimate little details of his affair with Elizabeth Taylor.  “She is my woman,” his attitude proclaimed.

Yet, though Elizabeth Taylor might be a woman in love, a woman who is now acting like an ecstatic bride, she proved a few hours later that, like women everywhere, she has her moments of annoyance with her man, when anger and possessiveness can erase all other feelings.

On that particular day, because only a half days shooting was scheduled, she had decided not to make the trip to Mismaloya.  Instead, she waited for Burton at “Casa Kimberly, expecting him to arrive home by two o’clock in the afternoon.

He, however, chose that day to rebel.  A terribly gregarious person who seems complete only when he is surrounded by people, he sat talking with me for several hours, though he knew Elizabeth was waiting at home.  Then, urged by his secretary who warned in whispers, “Miss Taylor will be upset,” he reluctantly arose and offered me a ride back to the mainland on his boat.  We had begun to leave the bar when he spied Director John Huston and Ava Gardner at a corner table and made his way over, “Just to say hello.”  It was more than an hour later when the frantic secretary finally persuaded him to board the boat and it was past 6 p.m. when we finally docked at Puerto Vallarta.  Elizabeth’s houseboy, sent down to the water’s edge to try to locate Burton, rushed up to him and explained nervously in Spanish that Miss Taylor was very upset, had sent him to the beach three times earlier that afternoon to find him.

If Burton was worried over Elizabeth’s apparent wrath he gave no indication, just smiled, bestowed a kiss upon my cheek as he bid me farewell and said  he’d probably see me later in town.

As it turned out, we did see each other again.  That evening he and Elizabeth appeared together at the Hotel Rio, in the center of town.  Whatever disagreement they may have had over Burton’s tardiness obviously resulted  in no more than a lover’s quarrel for she sat beside him now, her face glowing with adoration as they sipped their cocktails and made love with their eyes.  When they left a short time later, it was arm and arm, walking to the jeep that would take them down the cobblestone streets to their home.

Neither Richard Burton nor Elizabeth Taylor will discuss the possibility of their securing divorces from their present mates, yet there in Mexico such complications seem something that bothers them little.  They are honeymooning.  They have found their Shangri-la and if there is an Eddie Fisher and a Sybil Burton giving statements to the press in the United States – well, such things belong to another world, cannot penetrate the blissful state that has enveloped them.

Honeymooners are not uncommon in Puerto Vallarta.  Its beauty and picturesque setting make it a lover’s paradise.  Perhaps this is why the local citizens seem to be able to take Liz and Burton’s actions in stride.  They point with pride to ‘Liz’s house, the Casa Kimberley.’  They comment on Lisa’s beauty.  Yet they seem highly unconcerned with the notoriety that has surrounded Liz and Burton in other parts of the globe.

In a blue negligee she stands, waving to her lover as he leaves for a day’s work.  In the neighborhood grocery shop she will wander, seeking some delicacy to delight her man when he returns home at night.  In a picturesque cantina she sits, her eyes never leaving the face of the man with whom she is sharing paradise.  Her hand reaches out to find his and she smiles, her violet eyes alight with rapture.  Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton have found their heaven on earth.  It’s possible that they feel they can cling to it forever here in this Eden-like village.  They will buy a home high in the hills overlooking the sea where few will see and no one will are about their behavior.  And if they must return to civilization – to a curious press, to demands from estranged mates, to a society shocked that they won’t conform to acceptable behavior — their return will only be a temporary one.  And they will be able to tolerate it, knowing that they will return to the heaven they have found on earth where they can openly acknowledge their love.  And where no one will judge them.

By Marilyn Beck

Published November 1963

[frostehburr]

Finishing the Year by 100%ing Pikmin 4

Yeah, this is the last tumblr post for me in 2023.

I really didn't expect to get Pikmin 4 so soon and be able to finish it before new year. Not to say it didn't have a bit of difficulty, the dandori challenges were a pain in the ass. I'm just surprised by the amount of time I had for this game.

Recently I had to go on a business trip to California and to pass time in the hotel room, I brought a Switch with Pikmin 4. Apparently the time I spent in the hotel room over the week long trip was enough for me to 100% the game! Would love to go on trips more often but it's far too expensive.

Like previous Pikmin games, the main story involves you using pikmin to collect giant every day objects and genocide the local wildlife so the pikmin can take over and dominate the area.

Family friendly Nintendo.

Anyhow, this fourth installment... fifth?... adds the goal of rescuing tourists who came to this planet filled with lethal levels of oxygen (what do these guys breath?) for various reasons such as real estate and looking at flowers. I personally think there are better options than a planet where you're chances of death via suffocation is high but I also know a few people who actively grab venomous snakes with their bare hands so I guess preservation instincts are different between people.

Also half of these castaways turned into leaf people. The pikmin are starting to take over the tiny tiny humans!

These leaf people demand you do something called a "dandori" challenge which is just doing a specific objective in the shortest amount of time available. If you want to 100% the game, you will have to get the platinum medal for ALL dandori challenges and battles!

This is the main reason I expected to not finish the game until next year. The dandori stuff stresses me out so much! Putting a time limit on it was bad enough but grading me on how much time I use just hurts. I hate it!

One more thing, I looked it up out of curiosity and dandori is an actual Japanese word! Yeah apparently it's a word that describes the strategic organization of tasks and working efficiently to a plan...

Basically the entire concept of Pikmin as a whole. Yet I struggled with it...

So they also have a few side missions, a treasure catalogue, and a bestiary. The bestiary was filled out thanks to me running all over chucking Pikmin at anything that moved. Including a massive giant dog that shows up some time late in the game.

Side missions were mostly "find all X crew" which is easily done when completing the caves. Oh there are two that are grow 300 pikmin and make 300 pikmin bloom but those are radiant quests so I'm certain they don't count. I also had to buy all gear and Oatchi skills but I recommend getting them when you can because it makes the game go by faster.

For the treasure catalogue I needed 100 purple pikmin which you can easily do without a purple onion. Yes the purple bois got their own onion this time! However, in order to get the purple and white onion you have to go through the dandori sage trials, which were a nightmare of 10 levels on their own.

I do not think I needed to platinum the sage trials... I never did but I choose to claim that it is unnecessary. For the sake of sanity. Those trials were brutal!

After getting the purple onion I had to find a way to grow 100 purple pikmin which is rather hard to do when you wiped out everything on the maps. Leaving me with the flower pellets as my only option. Took about three days but I got to 100 purple bois and collected the gold bar, finishing the treasure catalogue!

With all that done I just have to say: Pikmin 4 is a very enjoyable game you can have loads of fun with. It's a calming type of game where you can fling plant bois to collect shiny items. However, you should never attempt to 100% complete this game. Attempting to 100% Pikmin 4 will leave you more stressed than the year 2020.

Think I fully understand why Nintendo never bothered with achievements.

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 10 - Viana to Navarrete

It was a longer one today, both of us clocked 14.6 miles so in anticipation we sent our big bags on.

We had a bloody awful night’s sleep, the beds were really uncomfortable, mine sank in the middle and made an almighty noise every time you got in and out.

Breakfast was included but it was nothing to write home about, so we got on the road at 7:30 again. It’s chilly first thing so you need your coat on. Again we had a fabulous sunrise and the birdsong at that time of the morning is something special.

It was about a 5 mile walk into Logrono, initially in the countryside then by the side of main roads and through industrial units. To keep from getting bored we are going to finally learn the Welsh national anthem and had a go, Jane singing a phonetic version she had found and me trying to read directly from the Welsh. They didn’t sound quite the same though we sang a good harmony to finish! We’ve now found a better phonetic one to have a go at.

On the outskirts of Logrono we met a Frenchman and his dog who we last fed some of our sandwiches to in Roncesvalles (the dog that is!) We walked together a little way then said cheerio as we were off to find coffee. We were sat at a cafe next to the cathedral when he popped up again and, in French, asked if we’d mind the dog while he went in the cathedral. It was our pleasure as the dog was delightful.

After he had his turn, we went in as well. One part had a very special painted ceiling.

We made tracks after that, just stopping at a supermarket to buy food for lunch. The way out was much nicer than the way in and we followed a level path out to a country park being overtaken at one point by a group on horseback.

The country park had a lake and we watched some fishermen catch a large fish before finding the loos and a nice grassy spot under the trees to take our shoes off and eat lunch. Here we were approached by a very bold red squirrel who circled closer and closer and eventually took some nuts out of Jane’s hand!

Over the other side of the hill we finally reached Navarrete and we are very pleased with our room. We booked a twin in a small hostel with a shared bathroom for 35 euros which has a wonderful view out the front to the church. The horses that overtook us are also here so perhaps they are also on the Camino.

The little kitchen has a washing machine so put a wash on, we’ve both been wearing the same walking clothes for the last 3 days. As the weather is getting warmer we’ve been wearing lightweight shirts over our T-shirts and it was all getting a bit smelly.

After a couple of hours we gave up on waiting for the machine to finish, Jane stopped it and put it in a spin. All our stuff is now hung on racks outside the window and hopefully no passers-by will get Marks’ knickers floating down on their heads.

We had a short wander into the church where there was an incredible huge ceiling height gold elaborate altar piece. It almost looked like something out of a science fiction movie.

We then retired to the bar on the square for a couple of glasses of the local rioja and several platefuls of amazing tapas followed by a trip to the local supermarket for our energy drinks for tomorrow and an ice cream for pud.

Chill time now. Tomorrow is shorter but we haven’t booked any hostels ahead so that’ll be a first just to turn up to see if any are free. It’s also hotter, 27 deg in the afternoon so we’ll be away early again to cover as much distance as we can in the cooler air.