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revenge-of-the-shit · 3 years

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Writing Chinese characters set within Western worlds

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Alright. You know what. I’ve seen plenty of stereotypes in fiction (and in social media) that are so incredibly pervasive I’ve seen many Chinese people within the western world internalize it themselves. So here’s a rough guide on writing Chinese characters in an English-speaking Western setting, written by me, a Chinese Canadian woman.

If you’re here to say something racist fuck off. Otherwise, welcome! This is not a comprehensive guide by any means. This is merely a brief overview based on my own experiences. My experience (as someone in North America) will differ from someone living in, say, Europe or South America. I’m not representative of every Chinese person because everyone’s experience is unique. So here were are.

1. Our names

Chinese names are usually written as follows: [family name] [name]. Let’s take a Canadian historical figure as an example: 黃寬先. In Chinese, it’s pronounced “Wong Foon Sien.” On Canadian documents — which are written [First name] [Last name], he’d be called “Foon Sien Wong.” He went by “Foon Sien” for most of his life. That’s his full “first name.” Nobody would call him Foon because that’s just half of his name (unless given permission). It’d be like meeting a stranger called Alex and calling them “Al” right off the bat. Sure, they could go by Al, but you don’t know that.

For those of us living in the Western world, some of us have both a Chinese name and an English name. In these cases, our Chinese name becomes our middle name in English (e.g. a character could be called John Heen-Gwong Lee).

For some people who immigrated to the Western world but were born in China, their legal name would be their Chinese name. Some choose to keep that name. Some choose an English name as their “preferred” name but keep their Chinese name on legal documents. It varies.

2. Parents & Stereotypes

There’s two stereotypes which are so pervasive I see it being used over and over in jokes even within Chinese (and, to a larger extent, asian) communities:

The [abusive] tiger mom and the meek/absent dad

Both parents are unreasonably strict/abusive and they suck

I have yet to see any fiction stories with Chinese parents where they’re depicted as kind/loving/supportive/understanding (if you have recommendations — please do send them my way). Not all Chinese parents are tiger parents. Chinese parents — like all parents — are human. Good god. YES, they’re human! YES, they have flaws! YES, they are influenced by the culture they grew up in!

That isn’t to say there aren’t parents like those tropes. There are. I know this because I grew up in a predominantly Chinese community where I had many a friend’s parent who was like this. Parents who compare their kids to the best kid in class. Parents who force kids into private lessons and competitions that the kid despises because the parents think it’s for the best. Parents who have literally called their kid a disappointment because they didn’t get 100%.

But please, also consider: there’s parents who support their child’s goals and who listen. Not all parents force their kid into the stereotypical trifecta of lawyer/doctor/engineer — I know of a good number who support their child in choosing the path they want. There’s parents who make mistakes and learn and try their best to support their child. So please, for the love of god, if you write a Chinese character, don’t reduce their parents to stereotypes.

3. Language & Learning

When I first read The Son of Neptune by Rick Riordan, I was so excited to see a Chinese Canadian character in Frank Zhang. Finally, there was someone like me. Finally, there was representation in well-known western media.

While I do appreciate that RR added in Frank Zhang, it’s pretty obvious that he didn’t really know how to write a Chinese Canadian character. One of the most glaring examples: in The Son of Neptune, Frank reveals he can’t really read Chinese. In like, the next book (I think — it’s been a while since I read it), Frank is suddenly able to read Chinese because he “learned” it in two week’s time.

Nope. Nuh-uh. Learning Chinese is a pain, let me tell you. There’s thousands of different characters and it is something you need to devote a lot of time to learning (especially if you’re progressed past the best childhood years for learning a language). So if you’re writing about a Chinese character living in the western world, here’s what you need to know:

A character who was born and raised in the western world does not necessarily know how to read/write in Chinese.

If they were raised by their own family, the character would very likely know how to speak their own dialect. They’d be able to understand the language used in movies/TV and they sound like a native speaker, but they may not know how to use language outside of certain contexts (the term for this is heritage speaker).

They probably went to Chinese school. They probably hated it. Chinese school is usually universally hated and does not teach you jack shit other than a hatred for the place and a vague memory of learning how to read the language without actually retaining knowledge of what you learned.

Most of my friends who know how to read/write in Chinese learned from tutors, parents, or were born in China.

There’s two main types of written Chinese: Traditional (used by Cantonese speakers) and Simplified (used by Mandarin speakers).

There are MANY other dialects (which I don’t know much about). The most common ones are Mandarin (usually spoken by people from the mainland), then Cantonese (usually spoken by people from Hong Kong).

4. Fitting into the community

Usually, the story is one of two things: they’re the only Asian kid in the entire school, or they grew up in a predominantly East Asian community. Things to consider for both of these when you’re writing:

Growing up the only Asian kid

They’re “that Asian kid.” They’re different. They walk into a class and feel weird and out of place.

They bring food from home (usually ethnic cuisine) to school. Other classmates stare at it, make fun of it, demand what that strange food is.

“Where are you from?” “Here.” “No, like, where are you really from?”

“Your name is funny.”

People literally never getting the character’s name right.

And that horrible, horrible feeling: wishing that they were white so they could avoid all of this.

Growing up in a predominantly East Asian community

It’s not uncommon for Chinese cuisine to mix with other east Asian cuisines. For special occasions (or just for a casual night out), your character could very well go out to get some sushi, or go for some KBBQ, or get some Vietnamese noodles.

Screaming “AIYAA” at/with their friends unironically if they’re annoyed (I’ve done this a lot with Cantonese friends. Less so with Mandarin friends).

Slipping into Chinese for like, two words, during a mostly-English conversation to talk about food or some other topic that can’t be adequately conveyed in English.

Reading books by white authors and learning about white history and growing up thinking white names, white books, and white history is the norm and standard even though the community is surrounded by East Asian people.

When the character leaves this community, there’s a brief culture shock when they realize how sheltered they’ve been.

Things in common for both of these:

The character has grown up on ethnic cuisine. Yes, Chinese people do eat rice with many of our meals. Yes, boba (bubble) tea is extremely popular. No, rice isn’t the only thing we eat. No, not all Chinese people love boba (though as a Chinese person I admit this sounds sacrilegious to say…)

The character likely grew up watching film/TVthat originates from East Asia. It’s not uncommon to watch Studio Ghibli films. It’s not uncommon to watch Japanese or Korean shows with canto/mando dub (examples: Ultraman, Kamen Rider). If you want to see a classic Chinese film from Hong Kong that’s fucking hilarious, watch Kung Fu Hustle.

The character has felt or been told that they’re “too westernized to be Chinese, but too Chinese to fit into the western world.” They’re torn between the two.

5. General portrayal

It’s quite simple, really. We’re human. We’re regular people. We have regular hobbies like all people do. We’re good at some subjects and bad at others. We have likes and dislikes like all people do. So here’s a list of stereotypes you can avoid.

STEREOTYPES TO AVOID BECAUSE WE’RE REGULAR HUMANS AND WE DON’T FIT INTO A SINGLE COOKIE CUTTER SHAPE, DAMMIT.

The character is a maths whiz and perfect at all things STEM.

The character is a straight-A+ gifted/IB/AP student.

The character is the next coming of Mozart and is amazing at piano/violin.

The character’s free time is spent only studying.

The character is insanely good at martial arts.

The character is either meek and submissive or an explosive, dangerous force.

I’m not going to mention the other stereotypes. You know, those ones. The really obvious ones that make fun of and demonize (sometimes through multiple untruths) how we look and how we live our lives. You should know.

Of course, there are people who fit into one or more of these. That’s not the point. The point is: molding all Chinese characters to these stereotypes (which white media tends to do) is harmful and reductionist. We’re more than stereotypes.

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6. Conclusion

We need more diversity in portrayal of Chinese characters. Reducing us into one-dimensional caricatures has done nothing but harm us — look at what’s happening now. This guide is by no means comprehensive, but I hope it has helped you by providing a quick overview.

If you want to accurately portray Chinese characters, do your research. Read Chinese fiction. Watch Chinese films/TV. Initiate a conversation with the community. Portray us accurately. Quit turning us into caricatures.

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kayzume · 3 years

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Pairing: Osamu x Reader

Genre: late as usual, fluff, bit of angst

wc: <1k

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“That’s the last one!” you almost jumped in joy as you taped up the last box full of your kitchen utensils.

This is it, you’re finally moving out of your parent’s house, soon enough out of this town too, Oh how you’ll miss all your precious memories here, for someone who is moving out you should be feeling ecstatic at the fact that you’ll no longer be under the same roof with your parents, you’ll finally stop being a burden, you’ll be independent, but then looking back you didn’t want to leave your mother and father behind. You’re all they have, but you want to give them a much better life than the one you're living in now, you want to be like your friends who grew up matured and went on their ways being a provider, you don’t want to be the only one left behind groveling in your own self pity party. You unusual silence must’ve alerted your mother as she went rushing to your side,

“Honey, is everything okay? Feeling a bit nostalgic on your last day hmm?” she asked whilst caressing your cheeks

“Yeah, I just...can’t believe it. Mom I’ll be- just don’t miss me too much” being around her made you feel even more gloomy, you’ll be the one missing them too much, you’ll probably buy a plane ticket as soon as you arrive and fly back home.

“I need some air mommy, can I go out for a while?”

“Sure baby, just be back before dinner, you need to get ready, your flight is only a few hours away” she reminded you as you waved back goodbye.

Your neighborhood walk brings back memories of you running off the streets holding bug nets during the summer, a big wonky snowball from that one memorable winter. You used to walk these streets all the time attending school with your friends, then walking back again from late after school club practices. Oh those truly were the days, you hoped that you could stay carefree like that forever, but time moves and so should you just like everyone already has.

All that remembering through memory lane made you clueless to your surroundings that you bumped yourself on a post.

“Careful there, y/n. I see you haven’t grown out of your clumsy phase yet” a deep chuckle made you swing your head behind you that you almost snapped your neck

“Osamu! God how you’ve been? We live in the same town yet I’ve never seen you much after high school” the man before you was none other than one of the twin boys you used to played around with as a kid

“Good, I’ve been out most of that time after high school, ya know visiting other places trying new flavors. I just got back from Tokyo. I branched out my business there. Everything is going smooth so far so I returned here” his bored face doesn’t match well with his cheery voice while he was talking about his business, wait..

“You have a business?!” and now you’re pointing fingers

“Is that such a surprise I thought you knew, we do live in the same town just like you said. It’s a restaurant business, an onigiri shop” he said looking so proud, as he should

“Ha you’re still obsessed with onigiri? I mean that’s all you eat even before” he eat those rice balls everyday, middle school until high school, who would’ve thought he still haven’t gotten sick of eating white rice with bunch of fillings

“Of course I am” shameless as ever, he hasn’t changed at all after all these years

“Say, why don’t you come by have dinner at my place one last time before I leave town” you nudged at him

“You’re...leaving? To where? When?” questions come pouring out of him like a faucet out of control

“One at a time please, I’ll tell you while we walk”

Story after story on how you finally decided to move out and work elsewhere was told the two of you missed to notice that you walked further than where your house is supposed to be standing. You two are now in the family park you used to play in.

“This place, it’s been forever since I- I meant we’ve been here” that large acacia tree still stood out in the middle of the park giving such a nice shade under the lowering sun.

“Do you still remember, what we kept here y/n” you looked at him with curiosity filled eyes,

“What?”

“That shoebox we stole from Atsumu”

You both sniggered at the memory. Atsumu was so upset he almost cried, as evil as that childish prank was, it was satisfying.

“Should we dig it up?” you asked suggestively.

“We could, I for one am prepared, you see I’m carrying a spoon” Osamu looked so cute presenting his spoon like a proud kid who won the game.

“Yeah, a spoon will take as a year”

“It’s around this spot, come” he gestured you to come close as he shoved the metal spoon on the dirt below you.

After digging for quite some time it seems that the mighty spoon has finally hit rock bottom or in this case a red molding box. Osamu carefully lifts it out and to your surprise it’s mostly intact. Keyword: mostly. The sides were molding and there were small tears that started to be noticeable on one of the corners.

“Open it” the boss in you commanded with excitement.

The first thing that caught your eye was a blue velvet box standing out from the rest of the childhood junk you two used to collect. Passing through Osamu you pulled out the box dusting off the dirt on it

“What’s this, I don’t remember us putting something so fancy in here” your curiosity got the best of you as you looked at Samu for answers

“That box, actually I put that there...haha did you forget I used to propose to you everytime I win candy rings at the arcade?” Osamu shied his gaze away from you whilst rubbing the back of his neck

You do remember, your hands are starting to sweat from the embarrassment, he doesn’t just do that when you were alone then. He used to do it everywhere, it was sweet and cute.

“I remember the rings, but this box- too fancy for two middle school kids playing house”

“I dug up the box the night you went home, this velvet box was owned by my mom I asked her for it, I told her I want to make my proposal more realistic, maybe then you’ll actually say yes” he cut you off before you could even ask

“You know Samu, I would’ve said yes any other way but we were like ten, eleven years old., I like you then and.. To be honest I still like you now” before he can even get his hopes up you wanted to break it to him,

“But it’s more complicated now, I’m leaving in a few hours and- it- it just feels impossible now” you were saddened by your own words but this is the reality of things and the both of you should just accept it as early as possible, it gets less complicated that way.

The sigh that escaped his lips, means something and it’s starting to break you, what a great timing this is.

“I’ll wait for you, until you’re really ready, until you come back..to me, I’ll wait, that I assure you is not impossible, I’ve waited our whole childhood I’m not giving up now” his determination came from nowhere and it eased you, he’s right it’s complicated right now but it won’t always be like this, like him you too will wait, your time will come, you’ll be back.

“I hope you keep that promise too Samu”

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Breathe: For The Reunion | PJM

For the @bangtanscenery - April Showers Bring May Flowers Project in celebration of the Spring Season!

Plot: Jimin’s curse is broken, allowing him to return to his own time. But there is a sense of emptiness that lingers inside of him as he readjusts to his former life. Just as things start to make sense again, he’s greeted by a face he’s longed to see once more.

Rating: PG-13 // SFW

Pairing: Park Jimin x Female OC (Brianna Larkins)

Warnings: Mild language, mental health issues, implication of curses/magic

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Word Count: 8.2K

AN: Well, we finally made it here guys. We made it and now I'm sad that it's over. But I'm also happy I made it this far. I never imagined I would write a story like this and now that I have, I want to incorporate time-slip themes every chance I get. LOL. Thank you all for who has followed and loved this story. And thank you to those who will stumble across this in the future. You're awesome and you are loved.

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“Yo, Jimin! Stop spacing out and come on!”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin followed behind the others as they made their way up a large, grassy hill. Spring was in full force and his allergies were acting up. He didn’t want to come out there in the first place. The countryside was nice, but only when he had the time to spare to enjoy it. Assignments were piling up now that he was about to finish Grad School. His friends were insistent that he take a break before he burnt himself out. Jimin didn’t mind the burn out. It meant he was putting his whole heart into something.

Trekking up the mountain, however, felt like a colossal waste of his time.

“Jimin Hyung, you’re too slow!” yelled Taehyung as he motioned for him to hurry up.

Jimin scoffed as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, clambering up the hill. Out of the seven of them, he was lagging behind. Mostly because he was in no real hurry to get to their destination. He wasn’t the superstitious type, but he indulged his friends every once in a while.

Hence why they were making this trip up the mountain in the first place.

“The house isn’t going anywhere, Taehyung-ah,” he called back, adjusting his sunglasses, “and neither is the old woman, I’m sure.”

He finally made it to the top of the hill where the others were taking a break to hydrate themselves. Even though they started their journey up the mountain in the morning, it was already nearing midday. The heat was slowly intensifying and Jimin could only wipe at the sweat on his neck and brow with his handkerchief.

Jungkook tossed a bottle of water over to him as he made his to the others. Yoongi and Namjoon were busy looking at a map while Hoseok fussed over Taehyung for not putting on enough sunscreen. Seokjin rifled through his pack to hand out granola bars for everyone. Jimin sighed, admiring the image while worrying about his mid-term assignments in the back of his mind.

“How much further, Hyung?” Jimin asked as he sipped from the bottle.

“Honestly? I’d say another mile.” Yoongi scratched at the back of his neck as he pushed the map off to a confused Namjoon. “If we follow Namjoon’s directions, we’ll stumble across the gateway to the Underworld.”

Namjoon scoffed as he clicked his tongue behind his teeth. “Not true, but okay, Hyung.”

Seokjin waved his hands back and forth in an attempt to chase away the tension. “Now, now,” he said, handing off the granola bars, “stop being so uptight. You guys clearly need an energy boost.”

Jungkook crushed the wrapper and shoved it into his pocket after having devoured his snack in two bites. He was still chewing. “Not that I have anything against it, but I can’t believe we’re going to a witch’s house.”

“Hey,” Taehyung said, sucking air through his teeth, “she’s not a witch! She’s a powerful shaman.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Oh geez…”

“I can’t believe I was dragged out of bed to hike up a mountain for half the day,” muttered Yoongi as he bit into the granola bar, “I’m already behind on my work.”

“You can work anytime,” said Namjoon as he bumped shoulders with him, “you need some sun.”

Hoseok smirked as he handed Yoongi a water bottle. “It’s true, Hyung. You can’t stay trapped in your basement all day.”

Yoongi frowned. “It’s my studio, guys.”

Suddenly, Jungkook threw himself onto Yoongi’s back in a playful hug. “Aw, c’mon, Hyung! You’re starting to sound like Jimin Hyung, obsessed with work all the time!”

“I’m still in school, you dummy,” Jimin snapped as he reached out to poke Jungkook’s cheek, “and so are you. You should take it more seriously.”

He watched his friend pout, still clinging to Yoongi. “After college, that’s it. I’m never going back to school again!”

Jimin smirked as he shook his head. Jungkook had a plan, albeit a simple one, and if his parents hadn’t forced him to go to college in the first place, he’d already be joining the workforce like an adult. Having a college education didn’t make things better, but it would be nice if the world didn’t treat him like the simpleton he always portrayed himself to be. Thankfully, Hoseok and Seokjin helped him with his studies. Taehyung worked full-time and only gave himself time off to poke at Jimin since, out of the two of them, Jimin was the one who decided to attend Grad School.

Taehyung peered over Namjoon’s shoulder at the map, then looked over where another hill crested off just to the North. “Uh, shouldn’t it be just over that hill up there?”

Jimin watched Yoongi’s chest swell with pride. “You mean the one a mile off?”

“Yeah.”

A low groan came from Namjoon. Without saying a word, Yoongi held his hand out and Namjoon placed some bills into his palm. When had a wager been made?

“Well, let’s go,” said Seokjin, readjusting his pack into a more comfortable position, “the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get our fortunes read and head back down the mountain.”

“Agreed,” mused Jimin, already starting off toward the hill, “I have a paper due next week and I need to get started on it.”

Taehyung sidled up next to him and nudged his side with his elbow, causing Jimin to side-step to the left. “You’re telling me it’s not the first draft? I find that hard to believe.”

Jimin shrugged as they all started off toward the hill. “I had to help Grandma with her rice cake shop while she was going through treatment.”

He watched Taehyung’s playful demeanor deflate immediately. “Oh, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have swung by.”

“It’s fine,” he said, reaching out to pat Taehyung’s head like he was a child. Jimin laughed at the way his friend pouted, his cheeks puffing out in defiance. “She’s a lot better now. Just routine stuff and to get her prescription. You know how Granny likes to overwork herself.”

“Even so,” muttered Taehyung, “next time, just freakin’ call me, dude.”

“I will. I will.”

The trek up the hill wasn’t bad. In fact, it didn’t even feel like it was a mile at all. Everyone was talking all at once about different things. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Jimin really had missed his friends. They all grew up together in the roughneck parts of Seoul, but they’d grown up to be pretty decent human beings.

Maybe it was because they had each other. Or maybe because they feared getting beat into the next century by their families. Either way, they all managed to walk the path they felt was best suited for them.

Namjoon reached the top of the hill first, determined to salvage some of his dignity from having lost his bet with Yoongi. He pointed to the house just further up the hill, surrounded by wildflowers and canvassed by a small cluster of trees near the back of the house. They all stopped, blinking slightly at the stark contrast of the house’s architectural design. Last they checked, they were definitely still in South Korea and while it wasn’t uncommon for structures to have a western look to it, it seemed a little farfetched to have one this far out in the countryside.

On the outside, it looked like a Tudor cottage with natural brick and molding. Everything else was white or a soft yellow color for the trimming, the roof tiles a rich cobalt blue. No one said anything, but it was clear that all they could do was silently marvel at the house’s appearance. Jimin had to wonder if the person residing in this house was, in fact, a witch, and not a shaman like Taehyung claimed.

“See? I told you it was a witch’s house!” exclaimed Jungkook, giving voice to what all of them were clearly thinking.

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Who said that the shaman was Korean?”

“Give it a rest, you two,” said Hoseok in mid-sigh. He peered at Yoongi who was visibly battling with something internally. “Everything alright, Hyung?”

Yoongi bit his thumbnail, a telltale sign that he was uncomfortable. “...I think we should leave.”

Seokjin blinked as he managed to grunt out a noise in confusion. “Huh? Wha-already?”

Again, Jimin wasn’t the superstitious sort. But he learned to trust Yoongi’s hunches over the years. If their friend said they needed to leave, then they should have been hightailing it down the mountain. But even he couldn’t hide his own curiosity. Nothing was even happening yet. Why was he already wanting to leave?

“I feel like something is going to happen.”

“Like what?” Jungkook tilted his head slightly. “Something bad?”

“No,” Yoongi replied slowly, his line of sight shifting to look back at the house, “just...something different than what we’re probably expecting.”

Taehyung raspberried and then laughed. “Oh, come on, Hyung. You make it sound so ominous. We came up here to get our fortunes read, so let’s just do that and then we can leave.”

In that sense, Jimin couldn’t really argue with him there. They came all this way. Superstitious or not, he didn’t want to leave without having something to show for it.

Suddenly, the door to the house opened and out stepped a woman. She looked to be in her mid to late thirties. Her dark auburn hair fell across her shoulders and back in thick ringlets. She wore a garland of flowers on her head like a crown and her clothing made her appear to have stepped out of the Victorian Era - a long and flowing black gown with a white corset cinched tightly around her waist. The sleeves belled out at the elbows, covering her hands, and there was a golden sash draped across her chest - a black crest of a one-winged dragon emblazoned along it.

She took measured steps from the front porch of the house, her dress a point of reference against all the natural colors surrounding her. Her eyes were closed, but it was clear that she had no problem seeing if anyone were to assume she was blind. Turning her face slowly to look in the direction of the sun, Jimin couldn’t help wondering if the woman had seen them at all.

“I just finished making a pot of tea,” she said, and Jimin could feel everyone’s shoulders stiffen from the tension, including his own. The woman turned her head to face them, but her eyes were still closed. She smiled. “Would you all care to join me?”

They all began crowding Yoongi and speaking at once.

“What are we gonna do?”

“Do we go in? Yes? No?”

“She looks really pretty. I bet she is a witch!”

“I mean, we came all this way, right?”

“Dammit, I told you she was a shaman!”

“Since when are Westerners considered shamans?”

Yoongi angrily huffed air from his nostrils. “Shut-up!” he snapped, glaring at all of them, “I can’t fuckin’ think!”

“You came to have your fortunes read, did you not?” They all looked back up at the woman who gestured with one of her bell sleeves to the door. “Then please, come inside and make yourselves comfortable.”

There was a bit of reticence sparking inside of Jimin. But he resigned himself to do whatever his friends wanted, since that was the reason he allowed himself to be dragged out there in the first place. He couldn’t deny his curiosity, but he was just as much a skeptic as any other.

Taehyung, not waiting for them to decide, strode up the hill. Jungkook quickly followed suit until the others were left with no choice but to do the same. The fragrant smell of tea and something sweet seemed to linger from the doorway and the aroma eased whatever trepidation they may have had. Maybe this wouldn’t have been as bad as they were imagining it to be.

Upon entering the house, they were all stunned near the entrance. Everything inside the interior of the house was white. The walls. The ceiling. The floor. There wasn’t a single pigment adorning anything on the surface level. However, everything was decorated with flowers of various shades and sizes. The smell nearly overwhelmed Jimin and he quickly covered his mouth to keep an oncoming migraine at bay.

A small calico cat meowed at the appearance of guests intruding on its home. Jungkook and Taehyung immediately attempted to pet the cat, but it danced just out of reach. Instead, it strode to the far corner of the main living room area, sitting down to observe them from afar. It may have been a trick of the light, but Jimin swore the cat was looking directly at him more than the others.

“Don’t mind her,” said the woman as she closed the door, “she’s always been finicky around strangers.”

The woman gestured for them to have a seat wherever they liked just as the kettle whistled with life. The sound of dishes clinking showed that she was busying herself with preparations. The sweet smell of something freshly baked was even more powerful now that they were inside. Jungkook made a comment about it, to which the woman laughed but said nothing more.

It went without saying that the house, itself, was strange. The woman in question was even stranger. No one said anything about it. At least not yet. Jimin could see Yoongi across the room, rifling with what to speak out about in regards to their current situation.

“How did you even find out about this place, Namjoon?” Seokjin asked suddenly. Yoongi looked at him as if he’d read his mind.

Namjoon shrugged as he peered at a large fern hanging from the wall. “I read about it in some magazine article.”

Hoseok blinked. “A magazine article? Really?” He craned his neck to look at the woman as she started pouring tea. “Did you have an interview, Miss?”

“No,” she replied simply, “I haven’t been interviewed by anyone. I rarely get visitors as it is.”

“I see,” Jimin said slowly as he shot Namjoon a dubious look, “makes me wonder what magazine you were nosing through.”

He watched Namjoon’s expression change to one clearly offended. “You make it sound like I was reading porn.” He folded his arms across his chest. “It was just some magazine a friend gave to me while we were hanging out. Figured it would be a cool place to go check out.”

“So you dragged us out here on a whim?” Yoongi arched a brow. “Because of a magazine article, Namjoon-ah?”

“Come now. There’s no need for such hostility.” The woman approached them, carrying a large tray with tea and small butter cookies. “As I said, I rarely get visitors and your energy really livens up the place.”

Jungkook took the tray from her and bowed his head, even though she still had her eyes closed. “We’re sorry to intrude.”

She gestured to the large table off to the right. While the others sat in the chairs, he shook his head some. He didn’t remember the table being there earlier. Or had his mind been playing tricks on him while he was focused on something else?

The woman waited for them all to take a seat before slowly sitting down at the head of the table. With a wide flourish, she lifted her right arm up. As the bell of her sleeve slid down, revealing her pale skin, there was a large deck of cards clasped between her fingers. Some of his friends gasped in delightful surprise and even Taehyung clapped. Seokjin flashed an open-mouthed grin as he lifted the cup to his lips. Hoseok blinked curiously, his eyes full of wonder as to what would happen next. Jimin merely folded his arms across his chest, not really impressed but not dismissive either.

“I do not read fortunes so much as I read futures.” She placed the deck on the table, spreading the large cards out in a semi-circle in front of her. “Are any of you familiar with Tarot?”

As far as Jimin knew, none of them were really into the occult. Things regarding fortunes were often told through talismans and rice or even bowls of water. Cards weren’t really used and talismans were only brought out for exorcisms. These were all things that Jimin didn’t believe in to begin with. Superstitious practices were coupled with customs that all Koreans performed out of habit and from being raised in certain household environments that kept true to the old ways.

Again, Jimin just didn’t buy into that sort of nonsense.

The woman smiled warmly when a few replied that they did not, in fact, know about Tarot. “Wonderful,” she said as she gently clapped her hands together, “then you’re all in for a treat. Can I ask that you all please choose a card from the pile?”

Each of them looked to the other, before shrugging. Jungkook was the first to grab a card, followed by Taehyung. One by one, they all picked a card, with Jimin being the last to pull from the deck.

“Now, I want you all to place your card face up on the table.”

They each did as they were asked. The woman waited, her eyes closed, but it seemed like she was able to see regardless. She made little noises, nodding her head a few times, and then paused when she looked in Jimin’s direction. He didn’t know what card he was looking at, but it must have been something interesting enough to cause the woman to not say anything. Instead, she placed a finger on her chin and tapped it a few times. Her full lips formed into a small ‘O’ before shifting into a smirk.

“Well, well,” she finally said, folding her hands in her lap, “it seems that all of you have pretty good luck.” She turned her head to face Jimin, her elegant smile still present. “All except you. You have the worst luck of them all.”

His friends all turned to face him and his cheeks instantly grew hot, both from embarrassment and outrage. How could she determine something like that from a simple card draw?!

Not willing to accept her words at face value, Jimin scoffed loudly. “What makes you say that?”

She picked up his card and held it up so he could see it. “This is The Tower. It signifies a sudden change that is to occur, one that is completely outside of your control.”

He arched a single brow. “So?”

Again, the woman’s smile remained. “It means that you, a man who takes pride in your level of control, is about to have that control stolen from you.” Her smile widened a small measure. “And that pride of yours will be shattered as well.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “That’s insane.”

“Is it?” She gave a slight tilt of her head. “As someone as practical and rational as yourself, are you certain that you would not break if such a thing were to occur?” The woman placed the card among the pile, grabbing for the others, and then shuffled them in a wide circle. She gestured to Jimin, then to the pile. “Draw again, please.”

“Whatever,” he said, reaching for the pile and picking up a card. When he looked at it, his eyes widened. “What the hell is this?” Jimin stared at the woman, watching her smile grow a fraction more. It was like she already knew what he’d drawn.

He drew The Tower once more.

“See? I told you that you have the worst luck of them all.” Jimin was too flabbergasted to come up with a decent rebuttal. Instead, he could only watch the woman take the card back and place it back into the pile. Her hands shuffled the cards once more. She picked up a card and turned it face up on the table. “The Wheel of Fortune is what you fear. You fear change because change means having to adjust your current way of thinking; your current outlook on life. You also take many things for granted, but most people do.” She turned to face him again. “You fool yourself into believing that you don’t, smothering your selfish desires down in the hopes of keeping them hidden from those closest to you.”

Jimin balked, unable to process everything this woman was saying. Who did she think she was? She didn’t know him! She didn’t know how he thought or of the struggles he had to endure in order to get this far in his life. He was young and still had more things to experience; to learn. But that didn’t mean he was some bump on a log. He knew that due diligence and perseverance mattered when achieving a goal. Focusing on those goals was what led to dreams being reality.

Nothing came from simply sitting around idly and doing nothing. And in that case, Jimin didn’t believe in luck either.

He didn’t even bother stifling the laugh that burst out of him. It startled his friends, because they knew that laugh. It wasn’t a joyous sound. No.

It was an angry one.

“You’ve got some nerve, Lady,” he said, narrowing his eyes, “you don’t even know me. And what? You think flipping over a few cards means you can tell me all about my life? Like you’ve been there to see any of it? Don’t fucking kid yourself!”

“J-Jimin-ah,” called Hoseok gently, trying to get Jimin to calm down a little.

But it was too late. Jimin was furious.

Because what right did this woman have to expose him like that in front of his friends? His struggles were his own. His merits were his own. No one had a right to them because Jimin worked hard to get where he was. He was still working hard to maintain it. Winding up purposeless and with no drive was a nightmare he wouldn’t even dream of suffering through.

At the end of the day, who gave a damn about smelling the roses? Enjoying the little things in life didn’t erase the reality that he had to face. Small indulgences like being with his friends was more for them than for him. Because, in the end, he would have to deal with his problems by himself. No one else would be able to help him and, as such, he ultimately couldn’t rely on anyone but himself.

For the first time since they arrived, the woman’s smile fell. She even looked a little disappointed. “It truly is a shame you feel that way.” Shaking her head, she picked up another card and held it up to show Jimin. “And because of that, because of your lack of trust in others, as well as your own guarded selfishness, this is your fate.”

He glared at the words on the card, only to realize that she was holding it upside down. He quickly deciphered the backwards writing, then blinked in confusion.

It was The Hermit.

“You have lost your way, Jimin Park. You have deluded yourself into believing you have a purpose when, in fact, you do not understand your true purpose at all.”

Jimin’s gaze met the woman’s, causing him to shift back harshly in the chair. The legs scraped loudly on the floor, the noise sending an unpleasant chill to spread throughout his entire body. It wasn’t the fact that she knew his name, even though it wasn’t given in its entirety. That wasn’t what startled him.

It was her eyes.

Her eyes were finally open, revealing swirls of purple and blue the likes of which he’d never seen before. The house began to shake violently, causing the tea cups to rattle off the table and crash to the floor. When he looked around, he realized that his friends were gone. Only he was alone with the woman and he stood up quickly, forcing the chair to fall to the floor. The woman, however, remained seated. She seemed unaffected by what was happening and all Jimin could do was look around helplessly as he yelled for his friends who, for all intents and purposes, vanished into thin air.

“And until you are able to truly understand who you are, you will never be able to become who you are meant to be.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” he snarled at her. “And what did you do with my friends?!”

“You will be alone. Isolated. For as long as it takes.” Her eyes narrowed. “Until you recognize your mistakes. Until you can see beyond your own desires. The world that you’ve never bothered to give a second glance will now ignore you in return.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn’t fully understand what that meant, but Jimin had an idea and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.

“And the day that it finally looks back at you, that will be the moment when you will have to make a choice. You will have to choose between the world...or yourself.”

And before Jimin could question what she meant by those ominous words, an array of colors burst forth from around her, nearly blinding him. He shielded his eyes, crying out into the void, before being swallowed up into a swirling galaxy of stars and nebulas. A place where he knew, in his heart of hearts, that he would be alone.

That he would be alone for a very long time.

Pain.

Hurt.

Everything hurt.

Jimin could feel himself fighting with it, struggling to climb to the surface of his consciousness. He was at the precipice of it. He knew he was so close to reaching that moment where he would be able to process everything. Most likely it would hit him all at once, but it was better than drowning in the darkness. So deeply submerged that there was little chance of him escaping.

There was warmth. And sound. A steady, rhythmic beat that seemed to rest along his skin. It was muffled at first, until it became clearer with each passing second.

It was a beeping sound.

His brows furrowed and a low groan escaped his throat. Rustling noises came from both sides and he finally managed to open his eyes. Everything came into focus all at once, including the bright light that nearly blinded him. Jimin squinted and lifted one arm to shield his face from the intruding brightness.

“Jimin!”

“Jimin-ah!”

“Hyung!”

As he continued to shield his face, Jimin wrestled with the familiar voices. He was in pain, but it wasn’t in the way that he could remember it. Shouldn’t his shoulder have been hurting more than it was? And he remembered drifting off somewhere. Was he sleeping? Had it all been a dream?

“Don’t go!” shouted Bree as she tried to jump and reach for him, but he was too far away.

Was this really the end?

“I love you!” Jimin yelled suddenly, causing Bree to stop her attempts to pull him back.

She blinked up at him. “J-Jimin…”

A sad smile formed on his lips. This was inevitable. There was nothing they could do to stop this. He was going back to his own time now; to his own world.

“I love you so much…”

Bree gasped, covering her mouth. But when it seemed he would pass through the ceiling, she lowered her hands and flashed the same sad smile back up to him.

“…I love you too.”

Gasping, Jimin bolted upright and clawed at the air. His eyes, wide and full of tears, burned as colors flooded his vision. “BREE!”

Hands gripped at his shoulders, attempting to push him back down onto the plush surface he was resting on. Jimin struggled against them, his shoulders jerking in either direction as he yelled and bucked his hips off the mattress. Everyone called his name, trying to get him to calm down, but this made him rage against them further. He could feel the vein bulging near his neck as his eyes strained from the pressure building up behind them.

His eyes focused on those around him; familiar faces. His friends. They were all clearly worried about him, some even a little apprehensive about his response after just waking up. But the image of Bree wouldn’t leave the forefront of his mind.

“L-Let go of me!” he shouted, lunging his upper body forward. “LET ME GO!”

A nurse swiftly pushed through his friends, pulling out a needle and injecting it into his IV. It didn’t take long for the sedative to work, Jimin’s vision growing cloudy. But he could tell it wasn’t meant to knock him out. His thundering heartbeat settled slowly and a heavy weight forced him to push his body back into the plush cushions. After the nurse whispered something to Seokjin, the others quickly surrounded him but made sure not to crowd him too much.

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed slowly, his shoulders tense as he wrangled with what to say. “...Hyung?”

He blinked slowly as he rolled his neck to look at him. “J-Jungkook-ah?” Jimin shifted his gaze to Taehyung. “What’s going on?”

“You passed out,” Taehyung murmured, draping a hand along the back of his neck, “so we took you to the hospital.”

Jimin licked his lips as he rubbed at one of his eyes. “How long have I been out?”

“A couple of hours,” Namjoon answered, causing Jimin to jump slightly, “not too long.”

He’d only been out for a few hours? That couldn’t have been right. Years went by as he traveled through all those different places! It didn’t seem feasible that he’d only been knocked out for mere hours.

Again, he tried to sit up. This time, Hoseok helped him so he could get more comfortable. “What about that woman?” His gaze met Hoseok’s and he noted the confusion etched on his friend’s face. “What happened?”

Hoseok tilted his head slightly. “What woman?” Jimin frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“That witch-shaman-fortune teller lady!” Jimin looked between all of his friends and they looked just as puzzled as Hoseok. What was going on?! “We went to the mountains to get our fortunes read, and--”

“No,” stressed Yoongi as he folded his arms across his chest, “we were about to board the train for Gwangju and you passed out at the terminal.”

Jimin’s heart skipped, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. “W-What?” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “The train?”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as he nodded. “Yeah. We were going to Gwangju for a few days to start off Summer Break, remember?”

Pain hummed behind Jimin’s eyes. He pressed the heel of his palm to his forehead in an attempt to settle his nerves. They hadn’t gone to the mountains. They hadn’t met that woman who cursed him, trapping him in that house and sending him into an unexpected journey. They never even left Seoul!

So, it’s really broken, he thought, his hand moving to cover his mouth while staring at the bed sheets, I’m really back.

Bree’s smiling face flashed in his mind as she held Juno in her arms. What happened to them? Were they stuck in the house in his place? Had he condemned them to his fate once his curse was lifted?

An overwhelming sense of guilt exploded across his chest, causing Jimin to cover his face with his hands as he openly sobbed into them. He felt his brothers’ comforting embraces holding him as he cried. He knew they were probably thinking that Jimin was just confused and disoriented and, in truth, he was.

But the true pain that seeped throughout his entire body was the thought of leaving Bree to suffer what was once his fate...alone.

Days bled into weeks. It was one giant blur for Jimin. After getting over his disorientation, he was able to regain some functionality in his daily life. His friends insisted they cancel their trip to Gwangju and just stay in Seoul, but Jimin said there wasn’t a need. He didn’t want to ruin their holiday because of his dysfunctionalism and he probably needed the break himself. After so many years of not working, studying, and even doing anything remotely productive during his travels, Jimin wasn’t sure if he was ready to get back into the swing of things.

After they returned from their trip, he contacted his advisors and professors to let them know he would be taking the semester off after he turned in his assignments. He was barely able to struggle through his paper and he couldn’t even remember what his term paper was initially about anymore. Sure, he’d left himself notes and even written an outline, but his head was jumbled with too many other concerns to focus on school.

His parents were extremely disappointed with his decision to withdraw from school, but Jimin couldn’t bring himself to change his mind. If it was still taking him over a month to remember what year it was, he knew he would just stress himself out in the middle of his classes. He needed a break. He needed something else to focus his attention on while also allowing himself to feel productive in the meantime. Jimin wasn’t giving up on school completely, but he knew that it just wasn’t for him right now.

He moved back to Busan to be closer to his family and to also help his grandmother with her rice cake shop. She was beyond ecstatic for the company and this allowed her time to pay more attention to her own health. Kneading dough and the smell of rice powder brought a sense of calm to Jimin’s routine. Meeting and interacting with customers, as well as doing research to help bolster sales, allowed him to momentarily forget the loneliness he felt.

But at night, everything always came back full circle. Jimin often had night terrors filled with visions of Bree blaming him for abandoning her; for leaving her behind in that perpetually never ending cycle. Jimin may have gotten used to it, but the inability to escape his prison, a prison he’d brought upon himself, was a concept he was sure would drive anyone mad.

If I left her there like that…

He could never finish the thought that followed swiftly after waking up from a nightmare. Jimin was too afraid to finish it. Because giving it a voice, even a silent one, would mean that there was a chance it would come true.

Every day and every night, Jimin thought about looking for Bree. But he honestly didn’t know where to start his search. Looking for her by name was one thing, but he couldn’t imagine how many “Brianna Larkins” would turn up. He didn’t have much money so hiring a private investigator was almost out of the question. It wasn’t like he lived in the new millennium where the internet and smartphones were regular things. This was the only thing that granted him a bit of solace, knowing he returned to only a decade after her time.

But who was to say that Bree was actually a person of the 80s? Just because her friends happened to have an 80's radio? For all he knew, they could have just been a bunch of trendy hipsters who wanted to seem eclectic by having an old-fashioned portable radio. Jimin traveled enough through the past and future to know that a person couldn’t always judge everything at face value.

What if she wasn’t even born yet?

These, and many other anxieties, haunted Jimin at almost every turn. Taehyung often visited him when he had the chance, as did the others, but nothing could chase away the panic-induced terror that threatened to suffocate him each and every single night.

His grandmother finally suggested that he see a therapist. Mental health wasn’t a strongly advocated subject at the time, but anything was better than falling into a tailspin of depression he wouldn’t be able to escape from. There were specialists in Busan, but the best psychiatrists were in Seoul. Taehyung supported his need for some kind of medical attention, even if it meant just sitting down and talking to someone unrelated to him.

Jimin set his first appointment for the following week.

He didn’t think he’d be this nervous.

After filling out all the paperwork, Jimin found himself wringing his hands together as he waited for someone to call him to the back. Taehyung and Yoongi both recommended this particular clinic because of the well-known specialists who hailed from different parts of the world and practiced medicine internationally. He wasn’t one to knock something until he tried it. Or at least that was how he felt he was now . Jimin was pretty confident his old self would never have entertained the idea of seeing a psychiatrist.

There was a first time for everything. Even this.

He fiddled with some magazines until he was called. Something to keep his hands busy. Part of him wanted to bolt out of the door and never look back. There was an old part of him that lingered in the deep recesses of his mind. About how this was just all in his head and he would just need some time to get over it.

But he’d spent years in isolation. Regardless of whether it was in his own head or not wasn’t the point. Those moments were real to him and the mind was a powerful thing. The pain he felt was real to him. The feelings he experienced were real to him.

In essence, that was all that mattered.

I can’t keep running from this, he thought as he clenched his fists together, running is what got me into trouble in the first place.

“Park Jimin-ssi?” He lifted his head to see the receptionist waving at him. “The doctor will see you now.”

Standing, Jimin moved to the door as it opened and the receptionist smiled as she held a clipboard to her chest. She gestured for him to follow behind her and they walked down a small corridor. She opened the door before he could see the name on the outside, ushering him to go inside.

“The doctor will be with you shortly,” she said, bowing her head slightly, “would you like some tea?”

Jimin bowed his head awkwardly in return. “Uh, yes, please. Thank you.”

She bowed again. “Of course. I’ll be right back. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She closed the door gently behind her and Jimin slowly sat down on the couch in front of a large glass and metal desk. It was littered with various books, mostly fairy tales and some self-help books. Others were reference materials and even subjects alluding to science fiction. Jimin couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. It reminded him of the months he spent with Bree, studying various texts to get even a vague idea of what his circumstances entailed.

She’d been so selfless in wanting to help him. There was nothing to gain from doing so. All she wanted was for him to be able to return to his family; to his own world.

Again, the phantom ache of guilt pounded against his chest, causing Jimin to absentmindedly rub at it. He was here so he could put a voice to the remorse that ripped through him. Letting it eat away and fester inside wasn’t going to help things. There was no way to get back to Bree, but he wanted to believe that she hadn’t met the same fate.

Wanting to find something to distract his thoughts, he peered at the walls of the room and admired some of the paintings that decorated the doctor’s office. Some were simple ones - replicas of Monet’s work and some of Dali. But what gave Jimin pause was the silver-framed picture sitting on the doctor’s desk.

It was a picture of a calico cat playing around in the flowers. The letters monogrammed on the lower half of the frame had Jimin’s jaw dropping.

JUNO

Suddenly, the door opened and Jimin jumped to his feet. His eyes focused on the person now in the room, but their back was to him. Her attire was simple, comfortable, but she still carried an air of professionalism. Her thick auburn curls were pulled into a low ponytail and silver hoops dangled from her ears. The door latch catching sounded like muffled cannon fire in his ears.

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Jimin Park,” she said, her voice laced with amusement; a voice he could never forget, “I like your name. I’m Doctor Brianna Larkins.” She turned around, a smile still on her face, but it fell instantly when her eyes locked with his.

Jimin could hardly believe what he was seeing. Even the loud clatter of her clipboard hitting the ground wasn’t enough to rattle his thoughts. Bree continued to stand by the door as Jimin remained where he was near the couch.

For a while, neither of them moved. Jimin was too scared. He was afraid of what would happen the very moment he took a step forward. Would everything fizzle into smoke before his eyes? Would he lose her again?

And just like the last time, Bree was the one to speak first.

“J-Jimin…”

Her eyes were full of unshed tears and Jimin’s own vision began to wobble. “B-Bree?”

He watched her tears fall and he felt like the universe was being created at that moment, her smile so radiant that he couldn’t believe that he was the reason for it. Not even for a second.

Jimin soaked in her presence. She was older now. Of course she was. Even though he was the older one when they’d first met, it was clear that time hadn’t frozen for her. She was there with him, in his own time. Bree wasn’t trapped in his prison, made to suffer for his own transgressions.

He didn’t care about the why or the how. Jimin only cared that she was there with him and not traveling through space and time alone. She was free. They were free.

Rushing forward, Jimin closed the distance between them. His chest slammed up against hers and he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her to him. They both let out a sob at the same time and he could feel her fingers digging into the meat of his shoulder blades. Their bodies shook from the emotions overwhelming them until their legs could no longer hold them up. Sinking to the floor, Jimin cradled the back of her head in his hand as they cried their hearts out in each other’s arms.

“27. And you?”

“32.” She laughed while shaking her head. “Goddamn, I’m old.”

“You’re not old.” He brushed a stray curl back and tucked it behind her ear. “You still look the same, even now.”

Bree rolled her eyes. “Whatever, you’re crazy.” She was still smiling.

Jimin squeezed her hand as they sat on the couch together. He was too afraid of letting her hand go, worried that she might disappear when he did. She must have felt the same, because she didn’t try to pull away from him. Not even once.

After they’d calmed down a bit, Bree suggested that they at least look like they were having a session. The last thing she wanted was for the receptionist to come in and see them both hysterical messes on the floor. When she collected the clipboard and placed it on her desk, the receptionist brought Jimin his tea and swiftly left the room.

He cupped her cheek with his palm, turning her face toward him. It was true. To him, she hadn’t aged a single bit. She still had the same healthy brown tint to her skin, her former dark curls were dyed a deep shade of red that he liked, and her eyes held a hint of the hazel glow he remembered. Her cheeks were tinted a soft pink, probably because he was staring so intently at her but he couldn’t help himself. Jimin pinched his forearm to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming and Bree smacked his hand, forcing him to pout.

“Hey!”

She frowned. “Stop that. You’re going to give yourself bruises.”

He huffed. “It doesn’t matter.” Jimin twirled his fingers through the lower half of her curls. “...I still can’t believe it.”

“Neither can I,” Bree whispered, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, “I was beginning to think I’d dreamed the whole thing.”

“I don’t blame you.” Jimin’s brows furrowed as he leaned in a little closer. “For me, it’s only been a few months. But for you, it’s been years.”

She lifted her eyes to meet his. “Fourteen, to be exact.”

Jimin pressed his forehead against hers, cradling her face in his hands as he closed his eyes. “God, I am so sorry, Bree…”

Bree lightly patted his cheek, pulling back a bit to look at him. “Sorry for what? In what way was any of that your fault?” She shook her head before flashing him a reassuring smile. “I’m just glad that you were able to get back to your own time.”

He nodded in agreement, albeit reluctantly. “So, why psychiatry?’

“Truthfully? I did it for myself. After everything that happened, I was a little worried I’d gone mental or something.” Bree laughed, as if she’d just flubbed up the colors in a coloring book. “But as time went on, I wanted to believe that I’d see you again. And if you were half as messed up as I was, then you were going to need someone to help you through it.”

It felt like a lead weight collapsed into his stomach. Even after everything, she was still looking out for him. Bree hadn’t given up on the idea that they would reunite. Whatever her dreams and goals were prior to their meeting, she shifted gears and changed her life, hoping that chance would bring them just a little bit closer.

Jimin laughed, covering his face with his hand. “You don’t know the half of it,” he said, his shoulders trembling, “it’s been absolute hell trying to readjust.” He lowered his hand and looked at her. “Though, I guess a good portion of my nightmares will stop now that I’ve seen you again.”

Bree nodded, brushing some of the fringe from his forehead. “The other half will just take some time.” She grinned cheekily at him. “And now that I’m a licensed professional, you’re guaranteed to get better.”

Rolling his eyes, he pulled Bree a little closer until their noses were barely touching. “I can’t wait for you to tell me everything that’s happened. Fourteen years is a long time.”

“It is. And Juno is going to give you a stern talking to.”

He raised his brows. “I can’t believe she’s still around.”

Bree shrugged. “She’s stubborn. That and I think it took some time for her body to get back in sync with the whole aging process.” She smirked. “That’s just my best educated guess though. I’m no scientist.”

Leaning forward, Jimin gently pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her full lips. He heard her gasp, felt her taking in a sharp breath, and then moved his mouth to brush over her cheeks and nose. Her hand grasped for his wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. He paused at her forehead, his lips barely touching her skin there. Even after all this time, she still smelled the same. Her lips tasted the same.

Like cherries.

“I missed you,” Jimin whispered, his voice shaking a measure, “I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” She leaned her head back to peer at his face, his vision of her blurring slightly from the tears collecting in his eyes. “I missed you too, Jimin.”

“I live in Busan now.” His smile fell a bit. “But...but I can come to Seoul any time.”

She grinned. “And I’m a therapist, Jimin. I can move my practice anywhere.”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head but his smile returned. “I run a rice cake shop with my grandmother. I kinda like it. I think you might like it too.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

Taking a breath, Jimin sealed his lips over hers and pressed his body across her own. She fell back against the couch and he wrapped one arm around her waist, practically pulling her into his lap. Her hands fell along his shoulders as he took every single moment given to him to nip, pull, and lavish his affections on her lips. They would be swollen from his attention, but he didn’t care. No matter how many years would pass by after that moment, he would never get tired of the taste of her mouth; of cherry lip balm.

Breaking the kiss, he quickly wiped at the tears on Bree’s face. She laughed, using the sleeve of her coat to do the same for him. He gave her little pecks to the mouth before pulling her into his arms once more - the steady cadence of her beating heart matching his own.

Craning his neck, he buried his face into her hair as she held him just as tightly against her. “...now that we have the time.”

Time that would never be taken advantage of ever again.

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If you’re craving some teen wolf my dear. I’m still not over Issac not coming back. Could really use some action from my favorite pup. Maybe movie night? You can always take it how you’d like but you know, I’m always a perv for smut.

A/N: I got a bit carried away..hope you don’t mind, but Jesus..Issac can absolutely ruin my life.

Warning: SMUT. 18+ af. Issac is a rough and sly little sucker. Scenting (if that makes anyone uncomfy) and marking, biting, choking(not really, lightly)

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Thank you so much for the ask babe 💖💖💖

@teenwolfechoes @terminallygenius @just-jordie-things

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Being apart of the hale pack was always interesting. Kanimas, Nogitsunes, Beasts and Ghost Riders we've all been through so much, so days like today, where we had a mandatory pack bonding is so mainstream.

"Der, are we doing a movie?" I slid up close to my alpha and he growled at me.

"Yeah, everyone's coming, even Issac" his treacherous and glorious eyebrows wiggled at me.

I'm sure he heard my heart jump at that small piece of information. It was no secret that I adore the sweater wearing, floppy haired beta, since before he was pack. The little flip of my heart made Derek snort and i pushed him.

"I thought you were "over" your crush on him" he teased throwing up quotes. Issac had left beacon hills for a long time, but one day he just showed up at the McCall household and slithered his way back into my fucking heart.

"I'm so not ready to see him der...i-" the words got caught in my throat as someone pounded on the door. I screeched as i smelled Scott, stiles and Malia.

"My family" i pulled the door open and tackled them. "Hi! Where are Allison and Lydia and everyone else??" I skillfully avoided that name. "We all know you mean where Issac" Malia rubbed against me, scenting thoughtfully.

I nipped at her before getting wrapped up in Scott's arms. "He's coming Eve" he whispered as he scented me as well. I grumbled "I don't care" and shrugged but my pounding heart and sweating palms definitely made it hard to make that the truth.

When he finally did show up i knew. I'd know that smell just about anywhere, I'd tattooed it inside my mind and locked it away to alway be able to sense him. When he walked in my mouth nearly dried out. Long gone were the oversized sweaters, and too long shirts. Issac filled out the door frame, broad taught shoulders that pulled and stretched the fabric of his gray t-shirt. Jeans that fit well, molded over his muscled legs.

His hair had grown, not a lot, but enough that the pieces fell into his eyes, eyes that were covered by a pair of glasses that made him look sexier than sex itself. Tiny amounts of facial hair surrounded a big smile. I froze as everyone who hadn't seen him yet went over and hugged, scented, and clapped him on the back.

I tried to pull my libido to heel but God he looked so good. I caught the icy blue of his eyes as he looked over me. My blonde hair was curled softly, my bangs too long now. Erica and I could be twins, we joked about it often. Once i thought i had a handle on my smell i made slow steps toward him. "Everleigh" he breathed, the sound raspy and nearly brought me to my knees.

"Lahey, long time " I heaved a dry laugh punching him the arm. He offered his neck to let me scent him, and although I wanted to, so bad, I couldn't trust myself not to take it too far. "S'ok, you smell like us already" i shyly backed away before turning toward the kitchen.

"Is she okay, she smells a little different" Issac asked Derek and before Derek could cover his betas ass, Malia blurted "she smells like sex" to which i slammed my head on the counter.

Erica laughed and patted my back, "don't worry babe, if Boyd wasn't my mate, I'd be on him like white are rice" she laughed openly and I growled at her, which only made her laugh harder.

I'd stayed away from him, through the pack games and pizza i was always across the room from him. Catching his eyes and quickly looking away. But like a magnet i slowly found myself closer to him, until we all sat down for the movie and i was next to him.

I was sat in the seat on the edge, angled toward the tv so we wouldn't touch. It was hard to maneuver, but it's just like the universe to not give me what i want, Jackson and Ethan squished in next to Issac, pushing him closer to me. "Sorry doll" he turned trying not to touch me, but my heart had already jumped into my throat.

"S'fine, just lay on me, since those idIOTS don't know how to share" i raised my voice and Jackson stuck his tongue out at me. "I uhh, is this okay?" He'd turned further so his back was resting against my chest. I'm sure he should feel and hear this damn organ thumping right out of my chest, but as i listened, to the sounds of the room i realized that the quick patter of mine matched his.

Throughout the movie Issac had started to run his fingers over my jean clad legs, the slow descent leaving my skin hot, only for him to ascend just as slowly. Into the second movie most everyone was dozing off but my body was wired, all too aware of Issac who had slid up and his head rested in the slope of my neck. It felt like my body was on fire, there was no way I could pay attention to the movie now. Issacs nose pressed gently into my pulse and he moved it slowly. He was scenting me.

"Don't move" his breath fanned over my hot skin, his words soft so only I could hear, even with the wolves in to room. He turned even more, my arms were laid lazily over the front of his chest. I pulled them up to thread through his hair as his lips barely touched my neck.

He rubbed slowly, deliberately over my neck, ear and shoulder. Back and forth, the soft scratch of his facial hair making my blood raise.

"You're so pink, i wonder what the color would look like somewhere else" the hot words were whispered in my ear, before his nose trailed the outer shell. I stifled a mewl, my scent floating to his nose.

"C'mon" he'd risen from the couch and pulled me with him. We walked down the hall, hidden by a wall when he pushed me up against it. His mouth was on my racing pulse point, a sharp jut of his tongue making my knees wiggle.

"Do you know what it's like to watch you flitter around to everyone, smelling your scent on them knowing that it's not on me. Do you know what it's like to want someone so bad" his whisper was harsh, just like his teeth on my throat.

"Yes, Issac, i know. I wanted to scent you, but i smelled like sex, i couldn't do that to you" my voice came out choked, strained. "Eve, please, if you would've smelled me you would've known that i smelled the same. I saw you and my cock jumped in my jeans, now show me your room" he pulled his lips from my neck and pulled my face into his hands before his lips crushed against mine. It was a needy kiss, trying to get everything and nothing at the same time. To build me up and tear me to shreds.

"Dammit" i pulled away and grabbed his shirt pulling him into the room farthest from the living room. I was so thankful I'd picked this one. We were just in the door when I pushed him against it. My face smashed into his neck, rolling my tongue over his neck and he shivered. His arms circled me, they felt strong, large hands cupped my ass. "Jump." He wasn't asking and i could only comply. My legs wrapped around his waist and as soon as i was settled he slapped his hand down onto my right ass cheek.

A moan ripped from my mouth, loud, and nasty. "You like that princess, you like when I spank you? Say it" his human teeth clamped over my neck and I whimpered out. "Yes Isaac, i love it" i breathlessly said.

He carried me to my bed, dropping me unceremoniously in the middle. "Do you want this?" He looked seriously at me, his chest heaving, staring down at me pupils blown out with lust.

"Yes, yes i want this" i tugged my black tank top over my head. I flung it across the room and he was on me, lips sliding over mine. My hand wrapped around the back of his neck and the other reached for his belt. He let me struggle while he made quick work of my bra.

It was off and then he broke away from me to pull his shirt over his head. I rolled my eyes "oh my god" I pulled myself up to my knees on the bed and latched my lips to his torso. He pulled my hair back away from my face as I pulled his jeans open.

His long fingers rolled over my peaked nipples and I groaned out. His jeans fell to the floor with a soft thud and he kicked them off. "Stand up princess" he rasped to me. I stood and dropped to his knees, kissing over my hips as he peeled my jeans from my body. "Hmm you knew I was coming" he looked up at me smiling brightly before he pulled my lace panties off my heated body.

I sighed out when he slid his finger through my folds.

"Oh you definitely knew i was coming, and soon you will be too" he kissed my stomach as a finger sank into my heat. "Ungh Issac" I moaned out, my hips rolling against the pressure.

"I'm gonna teach you not to scent me baby" he added another finger and I gripped onto his shoulders. "Issac" i squealed as his fingers curled. He pumped his digits quickly, rubbing and tugging at the part of me that made me see stars.

I came, harshly, loudly and all over his fingers. He wasted no time laying me down on my bed and as i watched he slipped his fingers into his mouth.

That elicited another dirty moan from my lips.

"Shhh baby, there are people sleeping" his dry hand slid around my throat gently. I groaned and reached for the rather large tent in his boxers. "You want this baby girl, you think you deserve it, you didn't want to scent me earlier, didn't want me to smell like you" he used his hand to turn my head, leaning down and kissing behind my ear. "Issac, please, fuck me please" i pulled at his hair and shoulders.

"Okay beautiful, anything for you" he kissed me slowly, his tongue slipping into my mouth just as his length slipped through my opening. He swallowed my sigh, I'd waited for so long for this. I wanted this for so long, to be his, for him to own me. "Yes Issac, move, please" I urged him on, eyes shut rolling against him for something, anything. For everything he'd give me. He was more than compliant.

His hips snapped to mine, before he pulled all the way out. My pussy gripping p, trying to bring him back. "Ungh, everleigh" he slammed back into me.

The pace was set and I was screaming. It felt so good, he filled me so good. "Oh god, Issac yes, ungh, please" I begged, unaware of for what.

He sped up, his lips swallowing my land while pushing his own into my mouth. He pulled away to look at me. "Let me mark you, let me make you mine, please" he held my gaze, unwavering, full of certainty. "Yes" I choked out, in between a sob and my orgasm.

With gold eyes and careful placement, his teeth sunk into my neck and a feeling like no other ripped through my body. My orgasm on top of the euphoria of being tied to another for the rest of time.

My pussy clenched and milked him before i sunk my teeth into his neck as well.

He came shaking, coating me with his love. The only coherent word on his lips was my name. He collapsed on top of me, breathing deeply.

"You're mine" he licked at the mark and I shivered. "Yes, yours, let me show you how much" I turned us so i was riding his hips. Sinking further down his length.

We made love long into the morning, the sun warmed my back and I mewled, curled around Issac. "Here’s to forever, love” he kissed me softly and I smiled, eyes still closed.

Forever Finally.

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FALLACY OF TRUTH / BIKE TO DEATH

Circumstantial Collision. Fated Future. Hazardous Happenstance. All give sharp edge to the shovel, an upper hand to the gambler, a euphoric vision for the searcher / the lost / the addict. One hundred and eighty two days. And I have grown one hundred years older.

Without getting nit-picky, half of a (mutually understood) year has Sent me spiraling, and YES, I do give it TRUE intention in keeping clung to the swimming pool’s wall. Those 182 days have facilitated a series of ethical (both personal and cultural) disassembling that are daunting on the lightest of days / yes, yes, sure, questions. The projections that we conjure, buy, choose, are given by friends, society, parents, for whatever and whomever are how we begin to create the illusion of knowledge in (maybe) everything.

Who do you KNOW? What entails the knowing of someone? Would it be asinine to say that NO one knows NO ONE? (probably)

NO! This isn’t’ drab, its contemplation in an auto-mechanical fashion. Digital distribution is too EZ (permission is a given)

I met Seth through a mutual friend. I had seen him, shaken his hand at shows, spotted him at a local swimming spot, but never truly had the time, or at least taken it, to dive into anything less surface than the air quality. Through the wild intertwists of human grape-vining I struck up a numeral conversation with him.

QUICKLY, it was made aware that the idea that bikes beat most everything in the rotating earth, sitting in the brain cake of both of us (opinions in the obvious) was a sentiment that we heavily agreed upon. It was a bright sunny day, we peddled and passed stories back and forth of current, past, and albeit seldom, future. Vivian Park was the destination spot for the afternoon. Provo canyon. God’s finest.

I quickly observed. That kindness became him.

I found a gentleness in Seth that I never, despite much effort, quite gathered through the years, something I envied about many of my comrades and acquaintances.

Everything quickly turned white as soon as Seth purchased a Salsa Mukluk Fat Bike.

Is it from the dynamic divine that we are granted such an experience? To sail, float, fly upon the waves of the frosted rain? High above the dirt clouds, the screaming hounds, all squabble of the day? Giving the rider a landscape of freedom and mental tranquility.

GOD SAVE THE BIKER from the squeal and squelch of steel.

SIDE NOTE / question: Is it common place to predict how one will die?

I REGRESS.

Monday night was quickly approaching. Plans had been set. We settled on top of the bouncing, comically sized bicycles and made sure that all lights were working and ready for a journey into the potentially life ending seasonal swell of the American Fork Canyon. I have been up that canyon too many times to count, and despite that fact, I find it alarmingly heart sputtering whilst amongst the wild at night, with a small beam of light helping you navigate through the perils of snowy pot holes and mountain lion jaws.

“{Snap, Crackle, POP}” you might hear to the east or to the west. (pardon the Rice Krispie reference)

The only option is to continue pedaling and with a bit more gusto.

When you feel you are at a place of complete submission with one that you care for, or something you care about, there is a binding element that sinks itself deeper. Without information exchange , or even realization, there is a union that sprouts, develops, matures between those involved. We bind ourselves to all that we claim true.

TRUE LOVE TRUE GOD TRUE CHURCH

And so often we (OR ATLEAST I) forget to question the electrical, the structure, MY HEAVENS THE PLUMBING!! We (just) assume it is all sound. “Father gave me this house. It is a good house”

The supports begin to give. The water bursts from the floorboards. The mold spreads. The children sicken.

Seth and I made it to the top of the canyon, we shot down Salamander Flat with bar lights, a hoot and a holler. As we rolled up to the canyon road, just off of pine hollow I looked over. Through the dark I could see his smile.

“WE made it” he said.

“I don’t think you can make it. You travel. You search. You don’t arrive. We will BIKE TO DEATH”

Joshua

#false #truelove

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Farmpally: Tips for Managing Rice Seedling Diseases in Canada

Seedling diseases can prevail in any rice field. However, their likelihood can be reduced with proper management. Seed rots and seedling diseases are generally “complex” meaning there can be more than one causal agent in a field. In fields with seedling problems, pathogen structures such as mycelia may easily be detected on the collar of infected seedlings or may be seen radiating from rotted seeds. Rotting seeds become mushy and may be surrounded by gooey substances or white moldy growth as a result of primary microbial activities.

Moreover, secondary infection from soil or water microbes may also enhance rotting. Problematic seedlings may also show brownish discoloration below or above the soil line and this is referred as “seedling blight”. When the disease is severe seedlings are stunted, turn yellow, and eventually could die. Seedlings may also have darker rot at the base of the plant. For all these symptoms How to Cook Rice multiple factors may be responsible.

In addition to seedborne and soilborne microbes, temperature and wet conditions can make soil condition worse. Cool temperatures at Rice production Thibodaux or shortly after planting aggravate seedling problems. It is important to note that some fungi can also be favored by warmer temperatures under wet conditions. Therefore, we need to be diligent with our management at all times.

Water-seeded rice fields may have reduced plant stands with less seedling vigor due to seedling disease complex. Seedling diseases, particularly water molds, are worse in water-seeded rice than drill-seeded rice. Emerging seedlings which encounter freezing nights in early spring often show white bands (rings) (Arkansas Rice Update 4-12-14). The white bands generally are formed at the leaf portions near the soil line. The whitened portion of the leaf remains white in the growing young leaf blade without affecting the seedling stand. Did you know where is rice grown in the us? Find out from this article.

Moreover, all cultivars do not emerge equally well in different soil types. Our preliminary greenhouse experiment in 2013 showed how is rice produced quite a difference in emergence among eleven cultivars tested on heavy clay soil. Seeds from each cultivar in this test were healthy but none were chemical treated. To read more on this go to Plan ahead to minimize Rice diseases and control Wikipedia . Therefore, knowing your field history in relation to cultivar emergence is useful to match the right cultivar with the right soil type. The faster the seeds germinate and emerge, the higher the chance to escape the early-season disease complex.

Furthermore, young and tender seedling tissues could suffer considerably from herbicide and insect damage. The white band (ring) formed due to freezing is sometimes confused with symptoms caused by herbicide damage such as Command. In past years, the damage we observed due to herbicide (drift or direct) effect in ricepossiblywas much higher than damage due to seedling diseases (Cold, wet weather optimal for herbicide injury; Herbicide drift from GE crops). Wet and cool conditions in 2013 were tougher on seedlings than the previous hot and dry year.

Zinc deficiency could also show early on seedlings with a distinct leaf bronzing symptom. Zinc deficiency affects plant growth. Although the symptoms may develop early in the season, https://link.springer.com/chapter/10.1007/978-90-481-2465-7_2 the problem will continue throughout the growth cycle of the crop – ultimately affecting the grain yield unless corrected.

Management tips to reduce rice seedling disease complex

To ensure field germination, avoid using seeds stored inadequately for lengthy period. Seeds stored under high moisture and temperature can lose their viability. Germination testing before planting could help. To tackle the seedling disease complex, Rice production Thibodaux ,higher rates of seed treatment containing mefenoxam, fludioxonil, metalaxyl, trifloxystrobin, either individually or in combinations of two fungicides need to be used for early planting or severe disease situations. To minimize seed rotting and encourage emergence, plant high-quality seed treated with appropriate fungicides and insecticides. To maximize seed treatment value, how is rice harvested in the us make sure seeds are treated uniformly. To increase emergence and seedling vigor, particularly with cultivars with weak seedling vigor, Gibberellic acid seed treatment may be considered. To speed up emergence, avoid using poor quality seed. To have uniform emergence, correct low areas that puddle in your field. To maximize crop tolerance to diseases, correct nutrient deficiencies timely. To maintain active crop growth, temperatures need to be adequate for rice (leave this part for nature). This year, as rain continues to delay planting, cool temperatures also can reduces seedlings vigor which means germination will be retarded and crop growth will be slowed. If you are looking for more information about Tips for Managing Rice Seedling Diseases Click Here

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Me, gazing at Appa and Aang’s perfect relationship in Avatar the Last Airbender: mmhmm, this is perfect. I sure do love this very good perfect wholesome perfect content.

Also me, needing ideas for NaNoWriMo: but what if 16-year-old Aang stole Appa like the TARDIS

@aggressivelycalm - you asked for it!

this is still ENTIRELY a work in progress without much context or sense, but here’s a chunk from today’s NaNoWriMo sprints to tide you over until I’ve got enough fic to actually publish. Thank you for your enthusiasm! 💖

The bison had gotten loose again; that would provide some cover. From here, it looked as though the herd had scattered into the crosswinds where it became much harder to wrangle them - especially the little calves who loved to tumble recklessly in the updrafts. Aang knew who had lead the revolt: they called the big troublesome one ‘Appa’, after the cypress trees, for reasons Aang had never understood. Unlike the trees, - which stood in vigilant, carefully manicured lines below the cloud line, as much a part of the mountains as the stone and the morning snow - Appa was more like the gust of wind sent to blow them all down.

The bison was fully grown but still young, not yet ready to sire. Even so, his size and strength were already formidable. Aang paused, watching Appa tear off from the rest of the herd, blustering mouth-first into the vegetable garden on the southern lawn where the monks grew late-summer fruits. He was probably rooting around for cherry-apple nuts, but would be disappointed - the harvest had been plucked dry weeks ago, leaving only sweetly-scented brambles.

Aang, struck with inspiration, immediately re-routed his course. The bison had the right idea: food. Aang’s safest, surest getaway was through the supply cellar and archives, where he could glide directly into the fearsome southern gusts that sheared off the mountainside. Best to pick up supplies on the way, just in case. It would be a long journey… he assumed.

In the cellar, Aang blindly stuffed two linen satchels full of winter vegetables and hard salted rice cake, unsure what he would need, how long it would be before he could barter, trade… No time to think about that now, he just had to leave. He was close to freedom now, if he stayed quiet and clever.

A few turns away from the storage cellar, lit by old stuttering torches as dim as the monks, he darted through the archives. No one would think to look for him here; Aang had notoriously avoided these dull, bleak catacombs for most of his life. As he passed, he saw the stacks of haunted, crumbling scrolls, the chests full of mold-damp paintings, the faded, illegible inscriptions lining the walls. In the middle of all that, his eye caught on a polished bronze something gleaming in the dark. It stood out from its brothers, flickering and winking, reminding him of the fire-dancers at Shu Jing.

Without thinking, without slowing, he reached out and grabbed it, shoving it in his pack among the lotus roots and yams. A memento? A trophmy? He’d think about why later. For now, he had to find a good updraft.

He rounded the final corner of the archives, saw a promising glimmer of moonlight sparkling down the corridor, and knew he was close. That corridor opened onto a perilous wooden staircase, hammered into the side of the mountain before time immemorial. Along the southern face of the mountain, arctic winds tended to swoop up the cliff, icing over the stairs and whistling through the archives with a low, somber note. It had been a favorite pastime of generations of apprentices to scare the youngest novices by leading them down into the “haunted” stacks, filling their heads with stories of disconsolate spirits howling for a body to claim…

There was no ghostly whistle now; Aang’s heart sank. He’d need that icy draft to spirit him on. On his glider, he could only bend himself so fast and so far - the boom of unnatural air would give him away for sure. No matter, he’d have to do it anyway and hope for the best. He clutched his glider, readying for the final sprint… when a livid, vital wind echoed down the corridor, hot and swampy. Aang tripped over the rough stone floor, careening into the wall.

Blocking the exit, stomping and snorting, his breath churning white in the cold… stood the great troublemaking bison.

“Appa?”

The bison snorted, pawed mightily at the entrance, until the centuries-old planks of the walkway gave and fell into oblivion.

“Woah, settle down!” Aang hooked his glider into its back strap, slowly fishing through his stolen provisions for something sweet. Quickly, he hissed, “Quiet down! You’re gonna get us both found out, buddy.”

Bribing Gyatso with food had always worked wonders; the bison seemed no different. Appa lifted the fruit from Aang’s hand using his heavy, slobbering tongue. Barely a crumb beneath those mighty gnashing teeth, but it won them a few more moments of quiet.

“Maybe we can help each other.”

The bison snorted, blasting out another hot gust that ruffled Aang’s tunic. Across his forehead, the still-seeping wounds on his fresh arrow sang with renewed pain. He squinted through it and held out his empty hands, cautiously closing in.

“Appa? Listen. It’s me, Aang.” Like all air nomads, Aang knew that the sky bison understood human speech. They were deeply intelligent, but nonetheless mysterious… and occasionally fickle. “Remember? Aang? Who showed you that apple patch in Sifu Tashi’s orchard?”

Appa shifted, looking doubtful. Aang was close enough now to lay a hand on the bison’s enormous wet nose, but he stayed at a distance, waiting, his tunic dampening under the endless, mighty stream of Appa’s breath.

#atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #fred watches atla #fred writes

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Everything About Stink Bugs & Control Tips

The awesome period of fall is here! In any case, this season additionally brings termites and craftsman subterranean insects into your home. These intruders enter your home in great numbers, so it turns out to be practically earnest to ward them off when you think about them. We should look into the most famous and rotten trespasser – stink bugs.

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There are 5 types of stink bugs. They are:-

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Harlequin Bug

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Backwoods stink Bug

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The stink of ready organic products kept in open spaces.

Local plants in your nursery or grower.

Warmth and daylight since they go through a hibernation period in winters.

How to Dispose of stink Bugs?

Following are some demonstrated tips on the most proficient method to dispose of stink bugs in the house. Look at them!

Fly Tape on Every one of the Passage Focuses

Study your home and stick the fly tapes strips on the entirety of your doorways from where these undesirable visitors can enter your home.

Rub Dryer Sheets on All Entrances

Oddly, the bugs that emanate a particularly foul stink don't care for the scent of dryer sheets. However, it's valid! In this way, one approach to dispose of stink bugs is to rub drying sheets on all entrances and windows of your home.

Vacuum the Bugs

Tread carefully while applying vacuum cleaner on the stink bugs. Ensure there is a pack appended to gather the bugs. Discard that pack at the most punctual to save yourself from the feared stink.

Squash Them When You Spot Them

This isn't one of the wonderful activities. In any case, a few property holders depend on this stunt. It is seen that if hardly any stink bugs are crunched where they begin to assemble, the leftover consequently disappear.

Do-It-Yourself Arrangement

Blend 2 cups of heated water in with 1 cup of white vinegar and 1/2 cup of dish cleanser. This arrangement makes a compelling snare for these brown marmorated stink bugs. Splash this straightforwardly on the bugs to dispose of them.

Take Help From Nuisance Control Specialists

Taking assistance from a nuisance control proficient is a certain shot method of halting stink bug pervasion in your home. It will likewise keep stink messes away from your home for a more drawn-out time frame. They are exceptional with specific stink bug repellent and strategies to ward them off.

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scentedruinsmiracle · 3 years

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Thyme Essential Oil

Thyme is a mint-family herb that you're probably familiar with from your spice cabinet. But it's so much more than a last-minute addition.

It has approximately 400 subspecies and a wide range of applications. It was utilized as incense by the ancient Egyptians and embalming by the ancient Greeks.

Thyme has remained a culinary mainstay to this day due to its distinct flavor. Thyme, on the other hand, is quickly establishing a reputation for its medical properties, including the capacity to heal acne and high blood pressure.

It has to do with thyme.

If you've tried and failed to find relief from acne using over-the-counter medications, you might be in luck. Thyme is known for its antimicrobial characteristics, and it could be used to treat acne in the future.

Thyme essential oil is transformed into a tincture when it is steeped in alcohol for days or weeks. The benefits of thyme tinctures on acne were studied by researchers in the United Kingdom.

The results of a single trial on thyme tincture were impressive. This natural herb preparation worked better against pimples than antiacne medications using benzoyl peroxide. If this cure is an effective acne treatment, only time will tell.

Thyme is used to help decrease blood pressure. The thyme Thymus linearis Benth. is found in Pakistan and Afghanistan.

An extract was discovered to drastically reduce heart rate and lower cholesterol in rats with high blood pressure, according to a source.

Substituting thyme for salt in your foods is a surefire technique to reduce your heart rate.

To stop coughing, use thyme.

Thyme essential oil, extracted from the plant's leaves, is commonly used as a cough treatment. A mixture of thyme and ivy leaves was found to help relieve coughing and other symptoms of acute bronchitis in one Source.

Try sipping thyme tea the next time you have a cough or sore throat.

Thyme can help you stay healthy by boosting your immunity.

It might be difficult to get all of the vitamins your body need on a daily basis. Thyme, fortunately, is high in vitamin C and a rich source of vitamin A. If you're getting a cold, thyme can help you get back on your feet.

Another advantage of thyme is that it is high in copper, fiber, iron, and manganese.

Thyme is used to disinfect.

Mold is a common yet deadly air pollutant that can be found in your house. Take the required steps to eliminate it once and for all once you've identified it. Low mold concentrations may be helped with thyme oil.

Thymol and thyme essential oils have fungicidal effects. According to research, it can be used as a disinfectant in homes with a low concentration of mold.

To get rid of bugs, use thyme.

Thymol is also included in a variety of insecticides, both outdoor and indoor, and is often used to kill bacteria, viruses, rats, mice, and other pest animals.

Thyme extract can repel mosquitoes, according to a recent study, but growing it in your yard isn't enough. Rub thyme leaves between your hands to release the essential oil and receive the finest pest-fighting results.

You may also build your own repellent by combining four drops of thyme oil with one teaspoon of olive oil or five drops with two ounces of water.

Thyme is used to create pleasant aromas.

Most merchants now carry organic and natural skin care products, and many of them contain thyme.

It's a common element in mouthwash because of its antibacterial and antifungal effects. Thyme is also commonly used in potpourri and is a common element in natural deodorants.

Thyme can help you feel better.

Because of its active component carvacrol, thyme essential oil is frequently utilized for aromatic and medicinal applications.

Carvacrol was found to impact neuron activity in ways that improved the subjects' emotions of well-being in a 2013 study.

So, if you use thyme or thyme oil on a daily basis, it might improve your feelings and mood. Thyme for a tasty meal

Thyme is a lovely herb that can be found in cuisines all around the world, but especially in France, Italy, and the Mediterranean.

Thyme is a key ingredient in this lightened-up pesto sauce, which may be served as a side dish or mixed into pasta or rice.

When cooking meat or poultry, fresh leaves or complete sprigs can be used. Thyme is also a great addition to fish dishes, such as this heart-healthy white fish meal.

This mushroom-and-thyme whole-wheat macaroni and cheese is a grown-up take on a childhood classic, and it's a terrific way to get some thyme into your diet.

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dietsauthority · 3 years

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List of Non-Processed Foods

According to the Centers for Disease Control, sodium in the American diet adds to high blood stress, cardiovascular disease and also stroke and also 77 percent of that sodium comes from processed and also dining establishment food.

Whole foods include all foods in their all-natural state. Food handling eliminates nutrients as well as includes ingredients such as preservatives, flavors, colorings and also other chemicals in enhancement to being a major resource of excess salt as well as sugars.

The Family members Medical professional site suggests DASHBOARD (Dietary Approaches to Stop High blood pressure). This method utilizes whole foods to decrease sodium and also saturated fat, and recommends 6 to 8 servings a day of entire grains.

Most entire grains receive minimal handling, such as to remove chaff (the husks that cover some grains). These grains include whole wheat, rye, corn, barley, buckwheat, amaranth, quinoa as well as millet. Brown rice is entire, unfinished rice. Brightening rice to earn it white gets rid of nutrients and fiber. Wild rice assists people really feel complete much longer as a result of its all-natural fiber. It functions as a bulking food to boost removal as well as metabolizes more slowly than white rice, causing much less of a surge in blood sugar.

Processing wheat into white flour removes the nourishing wheat germ, actually the heart of the wheat and also the fiber, leaving a product which is bleached and 'enriched' in an effort to add back some vitamins from a food that began filled with vitamins naturally.

The Centers for Condition Control advises choosing entire grain pastas, breads, popcorn and also brownish rice over processed breads and also grains to help manage appetite as well as accomplish and preserve a healthy weight.

Moderate quantities of fat in the diet help lower cravings. Raw nuts such as peanuts, walnuts, hazel nuts, Brazil nuts, cashews, macadamia nuts as well as almonds can be good an option of healthy and balanced fats in the diet plan. Eat these in small amounts. Stay clear of salted nuts to decrease unneeded salt. You can wash salty nuts right prior to eating them to decrease the salt. Dispose of rancid nuts as well as nuts revealing any kind of sign of mold.

Fruits and also veggies offer fiber and also antioxidants (healthy and balanced substances in food which have actually been shown to help prevent cancer cells as well as various other health and wellness threats). Select fresh and organic fruit and vegetables when possible. Commercially grown produce contain chemicals. To minimize chemical exposure, clean the fruits as well as vegetables before eating.

To choose icy fruits or vegetables check out the tag. Some frozen items have included preservatives, flavors, sauces, sugars or salt. Canning destroys enzymes and supplies the least healthy variation of these foods, though having tomato sauces and other minimally refined foods available could assist individuals maintain a healthy and balanced diet plan. Examine labels for fat, sugar, salt as well as chemical food additives.

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mimemindmine · 6 years

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Bonus chapter!

Pg 127

Panel 1

Chip Chip

panel 2

Rin's aside" mhmmmm

Title:

Bonus chapter 1: Onigiri-Fluffed to perfection

Panel 3

Rin: Well, isn't it a beautiful day?

panel 5

Rin 1: In other words,

Rin 2: Wouldn't it be great to have to have a picnic today?

Panel 6:

Sakura: Oh!

Sakura: Sounds Wonderful

Panel 7

Saber: Ah. An outdoor picnic? I approve.

Rider: I'm off today, so no problems here.

pg 128

Panel 1:

Rin: Shirou?

Panel 2:

Shirou: Yeah.

Shirou 2: Doing this kind of thing every once why doesn't sound too bad.

Panel 3:

Rin's written: Alright!

Sakura: Well, it looks like we'll have to prepare the bento!

Written: Leave this to me!

Sound effect near Sakura: Shine!

Shirou: Speaking of that, for the onigiri, does anyone want to make a request?

Panel 4:

Saber: I'm fine with anything. I'll trust your judgement, Shirou.

Rin: Hmm...Salmon sounds good.

Rider:I'll also leave it to your discretion.

Sakura: How about pollock sound?

Panel 5:

Shirou: Got it

Shirou 2: I'll get started.

Written:

Let's see...

I'll be adding some

Salmon,

Pollock Roe,

Ume,

and some Takana, huh?

pg 129

Panel 1

Rin: Well, I'll leave everything to you then!!

Shirou: ...you would leave everything to me.

Panel 2

Ding~!

Warm~!

(Go back to that)

Panel 3

Shirou: When making onigiri, you want the rice to be somewhat firm. So, freshly cooked rice is ideal.

Sakura: But, then it'll be scalding hot, so you'll have to be careful, alright?

*cut*

Panel 3:

Sakura: Senpai, the food's ready here.

Inside the tray:

Top right:

Pollock

Top left: Grilled cod

Bottom left: Umeboshi

Bottom right: Salmon

Plate on the top left: salt

Bowl on the top left: Water

Bottom left bowl: Takana

Shirou: Okay. Thanks, Sakura.

panel 4

Dip your hand in water and then sprinkle some salt onto the palms of your hand.

Panel 5:

Insert the salmon

*swish

Panel 6

Fluff

fluff

pg 130

Panel 1:

Shirou: Here you go.

Panel 2:

Shirou: Speaking of rice balls, preparing and molding them is almost instinctive at this point.

Written: We're going to have to prepare 3 or 4 more per person, huh?

Panel 4:

Sakura written: Aha ha ha

Sakura: Somehow this is rather nostalgic。

Shirou: Hm?

panel 5

Sakura 1: When Senpai first started teaching me, we had started with onigiri.

Sakura 2: No matter what I did, they wouldn't come out right.

Rider: Sakura, did such a time actually exist?

Sakura written: Of course, it did!

Panel 6:

Shirou 1: ...The first time I've started cooking?

Shirou 2: I wonder what did I try to make?

panel 7

Shirou written: I'll be cooking from now on.

Kiritsugu: Ah. I'll be looking forward to it.

panel 9

Shirou: ...I'm sorry, old man. It didn't come out right.

The egg got burnt...

Kiritsugu: Really?

Kiritsugu 2: It pretty good, you know?

Present Shirou: Ah.

pg 131

Panel 1

Sakura: Is something wrong?

Shirou: No. I've just remembered something...

panel 2

Shirou: And now, it's finished.

Sakura: We've prepared quite a bit~

Panel 3:

Sakura: And the side dishes have also come out perfectly!

Written: Please look forward to it, Saber-san!

Saber:Hohou.

Panel 4

Sakura: Yes!

Shirou: Looks like it's the perfect time to leave, huh?

132

Panel 1:

Shirou: Now

Panel 2:

Shirou: Feel free to eat as much as you want. We've made plenty.

Rin: Isn't this the best?

Saber: Yes! Thank you for the food!

Panel 3:

Sakura: What would you like, Rider?

Rider: Hmmmm...I'll like the Tamagoyaki

Panel 4:

Rin: Oh. This is pretty good.

Panel 5:

Saber: Ah~

Panel 6:

munch

pg 133

Panel 1:

Saber: It's salmon.

Panel 4

Sakura: Ah! Rider, that's umeboshi!

Rider: Sour.

Rin: Now that's a rare expression.

Panel 5:

Rin 1: Yup. I'm glad that we came out today.

Rin 2: The food's delicious.

Panel 6:

Rin: And you could tell how diligently our chiefs made our lunch.

Sakura: Here you go.

Rider: That you so much...

134:

Panel 1:

Shirou: Yeah,

Panel 2

Shirou: this kind of thing is great.

Pg 135

Panel 1

Taiga: Shirou!

Taiga 2: I want some nagashi somen.

Bonus Chapter 2: A Crispy Kakiage--A vegetable-seafood Stir-Fry

panel 3

Written: What’s wrong with plain somen?

Shirou: What are you suddenly requesting, Fuji-nee?

Panel 4

Illya: Nagashi somen?

Written: I've seen pink and green somen before

Illya 2: Somen noodles are usually white, right?

Illya 3: So, what do you mean by "Nagashi?"

Panel 5

Taiga written: Alright.

Taiga: Nagashi Somen is a fierce free-for-all battle! By letting the noodles flow, the fastest person swoops in and captures the noodles! It's generally quite terrifying, Illya-chan.

In box: Image

Archer: Uoooooo!

Cu: Che! You Bastard!

Written beneath the pole:

To steal or not to steal, that is the question...

Shirou: Hey. Stop feeding Illya nonsense.

Sound effect for Taiga's hand: "Clench"

Panel 6

Illya: Heeh, isn't it fine? That sounds fun!

If it comes down to it, I can use Berserker!

Shirou: ...You'll consider using him from that explanation?

Written: Please don't do that.

Panel 7:

Shirou: Anyways, I don't have the equipment for that here.

Tiga: That's no problem!

136

Panel 2:

*pokes*

Panel 3

Taiga: Look! We an use this!

Written: And set everything up.

Shirou: Why do you even have that...

Panel 4

Shirou: Isn't great, Illya? We can make it now.

Illya: I didn't know somen could be so fun.

panel 5

Shirou: Speaking of somen,

Panel 6

Open

Panel 7

Shirou: Let's gather the more common ingredients

pg 137

panel 1

*Tap*

*tap*

Panel 2

Gently mix wheat flour and salt in cold water

Panel 3

Add the Sakura-Shrimp, scallop, and vegetables

Panel 4

*drop*

*Sizzle*

Shirou: Now,

Panel 5

Shirou: shouldn't you tell me that you're home now?

Panel 6:

Rin: Why are you making tempura when it's this hot? Isn't this a bit much, Emiya-kun?

Shirou: Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

panel 7

Rin: Speaking of overdoing things, what's going on in your garden?

Shirou: Preparations for flowing somen. Toshaka, if you're free, please help me out.

Rin: What? What's flowing now?

Panel 8

Sizzle

Panel 8

*Snap*

*snap*

Panel 9

*tap*

Panel 10:

Shirou: Oh. Water's boiling.

pg 138

Panel 1

Pst

Panel 2:

Vssssssh

*splash*

panel 5

Taiga: Ah~ Shirou! Is the somen ready?

Panel 6:

Shirou: Yeah, yeah. It's ready now.

Panel 7:

Taiga: Oh!

Panel 8

Taiga: You made Kakiage! You really pick up on these things, Emiya Shirou!

Shirou: It's just normal to serve kakiage with somen.

319

Panel 1:

Sakura: Fujimura-sensei! Illya-chan! Catch!

Panel 2

Taiga and Illya: Got it!

Panel 3

*sliding*

Panel 4

yoink!

Splash!

Panel 5

Illya: Meanie! Don't be a child, Taiga!

Written: Shouldn't you let me have the first one?

Panel 6:

Taiga: I told you, Illya-chan.

Serious!

Taiga 2: This is...a battle...!!

Written: I won't hand anything over!

panel 7

Saber: Hmmm

Saber: So this is a battle... If that's the case, I wouldn't mind getting serious...

Panel 8

Saber: Let us begin.

Taiga: Ah. Saber-chan, have mercy!

bubble 3: Ah. AAAAAAH!

SPLASH

pg 140

panel 5

Come Over here~!

Taiga: Shirou! Bring out the Kakiage!

Illya: Kakiage?

Shirou(on top): Yeah, yeah

Shirou(right): Don't harass the waiter.

panel 6

Taiga: Yup! Having somen with kakiage is the best.

You dip it in the sauce and then wallah!

Illya: Hmmm. So that's how it is.

Taiga: It's exactly as I said

Panel 7

Munch

Panel 9

Taiga/Illya: chew

Saber: Mhmm. Mhmm.

141

Panel 1

Taiga: You gotten better again, Shirou~!!

*Crunch Crunch*

*Second Serving

Taiga 2: You are steadily improving!

panel 4

Shirou: So why did you suddenly bring up Flowing somen?

Taiga: Huh? Well, it's cause Shirou said he wanted to try it.

Panel 5

Shirou: Huh? When did I say that?

Taiga: Let' see....

Pane 6

Taiga: When you were this tall.

Shirou: Hey.

142

Panel 1

Taiga: Well

Panel 2

Taiga: I actually remembered that recently.

Panel 3

Taiga: Anyways, I’m glad.

Taiga 2: Compared to that time, this household has grown and become much more lively.

panel 5:

Shirou: I'm really no match for Fuji-nee...

Onigiri-Fluffed to perfection (four servings)

Right list: Ingredients

Four servings of slightly harden rice

A bit of salt

As much nori as you want * (should explain Nori vs seaweed)

Grilled Salmon, grilled cod, umeboshi, mustard pollock, and or whatever topping you prefer

1. For onigiri, you want the rice to be slightly firm. So when you are cooking the rice, use 10 to 15 percent less water.

2. First dip your hand in water and then sprinkle a bit of salt on your palms. if the rice is warm, it would be more likely to absorb the salt and shrink in size. If the rice is cold, it is less absorbent,but would look larger.

3. While the rice is resting in your palm, insert your prefered ingredient. Do not apply too much pressure while you shape and mold the rice. Depending on who you are making this for, it is important to consider the size of the riceball.

4. Depending on your preference, you may want to sprinkle some sesame seeds on the rice. Instead of typical Nori, you may want to try wrapping the rice ball with other seaweed brands.

Saber: Shirou!! If it's like this, I could also make some!

Even like this, it rather neat

Shirou: That's amazing, Saber. It an incredibly dense looking onigiri.

It's incredibly pointy.

ー

Crunchy Kakiage--a vegetable and seafood stir fry fix

1. Prepare the scallops before boiling them.

2. Shred and rinse the vegetables

3. Mix Wheat flour and salt in cold water and gently stir the mix.

4. Combine the results of steps 1-3.

5. Slowly pour and heat the oil until it reaches a temper

Gradually pour and heat the oil into a pot. When the oil reaches a temperature that permits deep-frying, add the mixture from step 4. It is recommended that you use a ladle strainer for this step.

6. Fry both sides evenly. When one side hardens, make sure to flip to the other.

You can skewer the contents to hasten the cooking process.

7.When it's crispy and dry, the dish is complete.

5 bubble: In the manga, Shirou used a ladle to contain and deep-fry the mix.

Right side: Ingredients

1 onion

4 Spring Onions (or fully grown scallions)

1/2 a carrot

100 G of boiled Sakura Shrimp

(It's fine if its raw shrimp instead)

100 G of Scallop Adductor

1/2 a teaspoon of salt

100 G of Wheat Flour(tempura flour)

1/2 cup of cold water

As much salad oil as you want

Shirou: I didn't add an egg today. However, if you do choose to add an egg, the dish will be finished with a fluffy texture.

Taiga: Heh~

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boom-revue-60 · 5 years

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Partners, lovers, artists

Carla Knight-Braun and Larry Braun were sculptors. She a figurative artist, he was an automotive artist. Together they ran a molding company which was a sure bet for sculptors in Loveland. If you could produce quality molds, that was one less expense for the bronze artist. While quality was a priority, the many artists who came to Loveland to cast their bronze works knew they could bring their waxes and clays to Loveland for the messy step of moldmaking. It was a good business in Loveland, the artists felt secure in the array of Loveland moldmakers and their skills. It was also a good business for a couple with children, working on their own art. Carla's signature piece, the Rice Gatherer"? was one of the first sculptures to be placed in Benson Park where the sculpture show happens each August. The portrait of an Asian woman dressed in traditional, everyday attire is stunning. Her clear porcelain skin, smooth as ice, with hands outsreched sitting atop the other, as if preparing for communion. The piece is beautifully crafted buy extolls a moment of peace and mystery we feel for the Asians. The model was Mari (?) a Japanese nationlal married to Bobby (Booby is how she pronounced his name) a genuine American. They lived next to the Braun's. I remember the small version and how fascinated I was by the small grains of sand laying in her palm. It reminded me of a sculpture my mother's friend had and I was fascintated by it for years. Hers was a ceramic or porcelain portrait of an Asian man sitting on the floor ona grass matt counting rice. Lois always had real rice displayed in a straw basket and piled on the low table. Carla's Mari held little bronze uncooked rice. Carla was a free spirit. She was goodlooking like Linda Ronstadt. Dark hair, a round face, cheeks and nose. Always pleasant to see her face. She had a fashion conscience daughter. During those days bluejeans ruled and Carla took hints from Ellie and not only wore great jeans but she taught me how to fold an old boot-cut jean's ankles to look like skinny jeans. When I knew Carla and Larry they had been married for years, and besides Ellie, Carla and Larry had a son, Aaron who was a year older than my son. Larry Braun was an automotive artist, meaning his art depicted vintage cars, race car drivers and vingettes of the car racing world. Because of Larry I was able to attend the ConCourse de Elegance at Pebble Beach. I will remember that as the show of shows. The art - paintings, posters, bronze sculptures and the cars themselves were proof that cars were a work of art. The show was set up on the 18th Hole of the Pebble Beach golf course surrounded by white tents, elegant antique cars from a Rolls to a Bentley to a Mazeratti. People strolled along the beach with the Pacific in the background wearing long flowing black dresses, straw hats, scarfs and carrying the makings of a picnic complete with blankets in tow, champagne, and caviar. At the Pebble Beach Club House Richard (?) lifesize golfer was placed on the patio also overlooing the greens and Pacific Ocean. The show will last a lifetime in my mind but for Larry Braun this was just one of many yearly automotive art shows. This was how he made his living. The artists attending the show, except for Larry, had in one capacity or another worked in the auto industry. Many had started off designing cars or worked in the art department drawing story boards, recreating on canvas historic car events such as the Grand Prie in France (?). Larry's art was a young boy's dream. To detail, the bronze had exquisite detailing in the tires, chrome work, running board and most stunning were the hood ornaments. I left Pebble Beach with the knowledge and love of automotive art. It a part of history documenting man's favorite past-time --- driving.

Clyde Aspivig and Carol Guzman. Both are well-known landscape painters. He was from Montana when he moved to Loveland. He was your typical married man, two children, and a wife. I had heard about Clyde through Steve Elliott, another former Bozeman man, M.D./painter who followed Clyde to Loveland. No idea where Clyde's studio was in the beginning. I ran into his wife at sports events and pre-school events. I heard her talking one day in the bleachers about her 'famous' husband. I recognized the name and listened. She was new to town but came with an in-place air of superiority. That's what I remember about my first encounter with the name Aspevigs other than Steve mentioning Clyde. At that time his work was already well-known and had already been selling for big bucks for several years. I eventually became familiar with his work. It was, and still it magnificent. His talent lay in spectacular panoramic landscapes of the Rocky Mountains, the Grand Tetons, rivers and the snow covered mountains of the Western United States. And, really. No one did it better. I knew he was a prominent artist when I learned he had traded a landscape for a brand new (big SUV). At the time these vehicles sold for around $70,000 +. No one in Loveland was doing that kind of 2-dimensional work. The church on Grant & 3rd had already been turned into a living/work space by a guy who blew into town to get catch the art wave. Solveig's daughter, Inga, connected with him for a short time. Then he disappeared. Clyde and Carol moved into the church. My curiosity was piqued. I never connected to Clyde's wife but when you hear that the church is owned by Clyde and he's with Carol Guzman, well, I was curious. I didn't know Carol but the story was Carol met Clyde at a workshop and the rest is history. She was lovely, lively and a dedicated artist, friendly and outgoing. Whereas, Clyde, was none of the above. That's when I became familiar with them as a painting couple. They spent their days painting. No lunch breaks. Energy bars and immersion in the canvases in front of them. Carol's work was not on the level of Clyde's. Meaning her work was looser, more feminine and colorful and while she was a highly professional and sucessful artist, her work did not sell anywhere in clyde's range. If they weren't in the studio they were out painting plein air. In the early 2000's (2002-3?) they sold the church and like Steve Elliott, went back to Montana. I saw them in the early days of the Coor's Western Art Show & Sale. Clyde was a featured artist. I believe he did the poster about 2003-4. Carol was also in the show (?) when I ran into to them. Clyde was a happy man being back in Montana and his life with Carol. She was always a happy, smiling person and seemed perfectly happy living in rural, cold, snowy, isolated Montana. (look up the latest on them). Lori Acott & Adam Schultz. I knew Adam when he worked at a metal chasing, base shop in Loveland. He was young. Like real young. But, he had a houseful of kiddos. I was shocked. I remember his wife. She was pretty, long blonde hair, healthy looking and a devoted mom and wife. This was in the 1990's. Next encounter, Adam is a real grown man, sculpting large female sculptures. His art had a distinct look about it. The women were large, large breasted, hefty legs and bulging thighs and stomachs. They were enchanting and interesting. He had another side to him. He was fascinated with fantasy creatures such as horses, eagles, bats. He was doing quite well. I saw him at art fairs in the Denver area. He was selling and his booth created an immense interest from art enthusiasists. By this time, mid to late 2000's, he shared a booth with Lori Acott. A sculptor I was familiar with but didn't know well. She had a connection to Loveland because of her bronze art. Adam & Lori always shared a booth. So I knew they were an item. These two together formed a professional artist bond that enhanced both their personal lives and careers. Today they live in Red Cliff(?) above Fort Collins, and not only live and work in their state of the art studio but together they formed a monument moving and installation company (name?). They did this because the two of them sell enough large bronzes that it was the most financial alternative. They are on the road (how many days a year?) constantly, delivering their works to cities, or traveling to shows all over the country. Together they travel to Europe for workshops and tours of historic foundries. They are a modern day art partnership. Their lives are intertwined with art, work, study, business and promotion. They do it all....together. George and Cammie Lundeen. Like the other three couples, art was the ligtening rod that brought them together. It happened that George and Cammie had very similar styles from the get-go. Both were hyper-realistic bronze sculptors. George was already well-known by the time Cammie Crabtree moved to Loveland. She followed Denny Haskew or he followed her. (find that out) Afterall, Loveland was booming at the time with sculptors opening studios, sculptors moving to town to work in the industry. I may be wrong but I remember Cammie working at the Lundeen Studios on 4th Street. She was already quite accomplished. Her animals were and still remain the most emotionally attached and thoroughly soulful of any sculptor, still, today. Her life size portrait of two work horses "Moudie &" was the first work I saw of hers and it went straight to Benson Park. (find out sequence). Pretty soon there was talk that Cammie and George were an item. Then they were married. Just like that they were starting and contributing to a dynasty. George and Cammie made and still make a compelling force together. George has slowed down due to an eyesight problem (melecural degenerative?). But Cammie did, can and does manipulate clay in a way that makes even bronze and a French brown patina look soft in her creatures that undoubtedly shows the love and connection Cammie has to four-legged animals. George and Cammie married. The Fourth Street studio had an apartment where George lived, then with Cammie. And, in a couple of years moved to the west side of Loveland in a pastoral setting on the banks of the Big Thompson River. There they built a large home with a state-of-the-art barn, corral, and training arena. Cammie raised and trained horses. Known as an animal whisperer-type she took her standard poodle everywhere who was, by the way, lovely and well mannered. They had two (three?) children (?) who grew up riding horses, playing in the river, sharing a bucolic life-style at the Lundeen compound where Mark and his wife Liz Zimmerman Lundeen (yes, the daughter of Bob Zimmerman, founder of Art Castings) also built a house and raised their three children. The Fourth Street Studios were solid Lundeens: George, Cammie, Mark, Bets Lundeen (wife of Nils Lundeen, brother and accountant for the studios). George and Cammie are still married. The children are grown and living in Colorado (?). Cammie sculpts at home where she can take care of her animals and sculpt throughout the day. Her gentle touch with the heart of an animal is evident. George has always been a sculptor of people. There is no competition because each digs into a block of clay with different visions. George creates detail perfect men and women with clothes, costumes (the clown), couples enjoying a moment together, a solitary girl on a swing. Ben Franklin to children on a park bench are bronzes seen around the world in office buildings, street corners, the White House, parks and stadiums. Stopping for a visit to the Lundeen Studios/Gallery can be confusing. On display is George's work, Cammie's, Bet's, Mark's and their cousin (?). There is a signature finish to each of their works, I believe it runs in the family. Smooth, golden brown patinas, with occasional color for emphasis like in Cammies animals, the just born Painted-horse colt getting his first day's walking legs. The Lundeen style is unmistakeable. Cammie and George together are a powerhouse-couple. Other than sharing the same name, studio, home, and patinas their art, in its individual form, is headed for the history books. (G&C - approx 600 words) (look up other famous artists couples for fodder and interest)

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Top 10 Best Food Steamers in 2019

Over the past few years, we have grown more conscious about the unhealthy life-styles we are having. Working from an office chair for 9 to 12 hours per day, no physical activity and poor diet choices will prove to have a hefty tool in the end. Food is probably the main thing that can be addressed. Food quality decreased a lot and the only way to control a diet is to start cooking at home. This means investing a bit into the right type of appliances. One item that should not be missing from any kitchen is a food steamer.

Food steamers are now more popular than ever. Because of the way they cook food, fewer nutrients are lost in the process. Also, it means cooking without using oil. While the number of recipes that can be cooked with a steamer might not be impressive, the health benefits make it worth the effort of having limited choices. There are still some great dishes that can be made with a food steamer. The way they work is as intuitive as possible.

Water is being heated up, steam is generated and the food sits right on top without being emerged into the water. Unlike regular steamers that are used over a pot, electric food steamers can cook more food at once. They are also quite easy to clean and do not create a mess in the kitchen. For today, we will have a quick look at 10 different food steamers of various sizes and from a wide price range. With these things said, let’s jump right into our list of recommendations for the top 10 best food steamers in 2019.

Best Food Steamers in 2019

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Hamilton Beach 37530A Digital Food Steamer, 5.5 Quart, Silver & Black $29.92 View on Amazon 2

Oster Double Tiered Food Steamer, 5 Quart, White (CKSTSTMD5-W-015) $18.79 View on Amazon 3

Cuisinart STM-1000 Digital Glass Steamer, Stainless Steel $108.99 View on Amazon 4

Rosewill Electric Food Steamer 9.5 Quart, Vegetable Steamer with BPA Free 3 Tier Stackable Baskets,… $33.92 View on Amazon 5

BELLA (13872) 7.4 Quart 2-Tier Stackable Baskets Healthy Food Steamer with Rice & Grains Tray, Auto… $23.74 View on Amazon 6

Oster 108132.03 Steamer, 1, Stainless Steel $21.18 View on Amazon 7

Steamer Basket Stainless Steel Vegetable Steamer Basket Folding Steamer Insert for Veggie Fish… $9.49 View on Amazon 8

Secura Electric Food Steamer, Vegetable Steamer Double Tiered Stackable Baskets with Timer, 1200W… $72.99 View on Amazon 9

AICOK Food Steamer 9.5 Quart Vegetable Steamer with BPA-Free 3 Tier Stackable Baskets, 800W Fast… $39.99 View on Amazon 10

mockins 3 Piece Premium Heavy Duty Stainless Steel Steamer Pot Set Includes 3 Quart Cooking Pot, 2… $24.99 View on Amazon

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10. Breville BFS600XL HealthSmart Food Steamer

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Breville BFS600XL is a great addition to any kitchen. It offers a healthy way of cooking food for a reasonable price tag. The model comes with 3 steam chambers and a large LCD screen and simple controls. To make it easy to use, the food steamer has a water level indicator and a useful keep warm function. Build quality is quite impressive. The chambers are made out of the glass while the body of the steamer uses stainless steel. Trays can be removed individually and have removable bases.

Pros:

Premium build quality

Keep warm function

Water level and top up indicator

Cons:

No easy way to drain the reservoir

The reservoir can be drained only by unplugging the unit and just flipping it upside down over a sink. Not draining it and leaving it to sit for several days will cause the water inside to smell unpleasant and promote the growth of mold which means it will be even more difficult to clean.

9. Aicok Food Steamer BPA FREE Healthy Steamer

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Aicok food steamer is one of the few models in our list that state clearly that it is made from BPA-free materials. It is a powerful 800-watt machine that heats up fast and can cook for up to 60 minutes. The timer of the steamer is very intuitive and has an auto shut-off feature. In terms of capacity, the food steamer has 3 chambers with removable lids that can cook about 9.5 quarts of food. Cleaning the steamer is quite easy as the baskets are dishwasher safe and draining it is also quite simple.

Pros:

Inexpensive

Completely BPA-free

Easy to clean, dishwasher safe

Cons:

Difficult for the steam to reach the top recipient

The steamer has 3 chambers placed on top of each other. Steam travels through each layer and for the first 2 levels, food gets cooked properly. The third layer has a more difficult time cooking food properly as it does not get enough steam. There is no way around this issue.

8. Rosewill BPA-free Electric Food Steamer

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Rosewill electric food steamer is a good and safe option that does not cost a lot of money. It is a simple steamer that uses BPA-free plastic baskets and a simple base that features a timer adjusting knob. Using the steamer is very simple and can cook food for up to an hour. It also has an auto shut-off mechanism when the water tank is empty. In terms of practicality, the steamer has 3 baskets and heats up very fast. It takes about 40 seconds for the steamer to reach the appropriate temperature.

Pros:

Affordable

Can cook large quantities of food

Heats up in just 40 seconds.

Cons:

Build quality is not that impressive

The steamer is made almost entirely out of plastic. The base enclosure is made of plastic and so are the baskets. On the upside, everything is BPA-free which means it is safe to use but all that plastic is not very reassuring in terms of longevity.

7. Aroma Housewares 5-Quart Food Steamer

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Aroma Housewares food steamer is a good pick for the ones that are on a tight budget. The model is a small 5-quart food steamer with a 60-minute timer and auto shut-off function. Heating up takes about one minute and the water indicator will make it easy to see when it needs to be refilled. In terms of cleaning, the steamer is easy to disassemble and the plastic recipients are BPA-free. They are also dishwasher safe and quite resilient to wear and tear.

Pros:

Heats up fast

60-minute timer and auto shut-off

BPA-free

Cons:

Construction is flimsy

The plastic used for the baskets tends to bend a bit because of the heat. This causes them to be difficult to assemble them back. They do get back to their original shape but over several hours. If the plastic would have been more resilient to heat, the steamer would have scored higher on our list.

6. Ovente FS53W 7.5-Quart 3-Tier Electric Vegetable and Food Steamer

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Ovente FS53W offers great value for the money. It is an efficient steamer with 3 compartments and a capacity of 7.5 quarts. The steamer has a 60-minute timer and an auto shut-off feature when a timer is up or the water tank becomes empty. The containers used have removable bottoms and fit on top of each other securely. Cleaning the containers is also quite simple as they are dishwasher safe and shatter-proof. Draining the steamer is also simple and the water tank is very easy to access.

Pros:

Easy to clean and drain

60-minute timer and auto shut-off

Dishwasher safe

Cons:

Heats up quite slow

The steamer is a 400-watt model. Most other steamers are twice as powerful. What this means for the end-user is that it will take more time than usual for the steamer to reach the right temperature to start cooking the food.

5. Gourmia GFS300 SteamTower300 Electronic Digital 3 Tier Vegetable and Food Steamer

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Gourmia GF300 is a great pick for the ones that are on a limited budget. This compact and easy to use steamer has 3 individual chambers and it is powerful enough to heat up fast and start cooking the food in just one minute. The steamer can be used on almost anything including vegetables, rice, and meat. The steam is evenly distributed in the chambers while the water tank is very easy to fill and drain. The timer is easy to adjust and can be set to a maximum of 60 minutes.

Pros:

Easy to clean and drain

Heats up fast

Can cook vegetables, meat and grains

Cons:

A bit small

The steamer is not as large as some would be tempted to think. It was made to be compact but looks the same as 9.5-quart ones. The containers are quite small but this does enable it to cook food faster since the steam reaches the food faster and there is less food to maintain at a very high temperature.

4. Black & Decker HS1050 7-Quart Food Steamer

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Black & Decker HS1050 manages to stand out because of its reliability. The model is a 7-quart food steamer with 2 individual baskets that can be stacked. Inside the bundle, Black & Decker included a small rice bowl and an egg nesting basket. Unlike other steamers, this model has a larger water recipient that offers 75 minutes of continuous usage that can be adjusted using the small timer dial. One useful feature is a special opening that can be used to add spices.

Pros:

Comes with a rice bowl and egg basket

Easy to clean and drain

Timer adjustable up to 75 minutes

Cons:

Poor instructions manual

Some might argue that the instructions manual is not needed as it is very straightforward but that is not entirely true. An instructions manual should contain additional details about cooking times for various types of food and how to properly clean and maintain the steamer. Sadly, the manual that comes with this model contains very little useful information.

3. BELLA 7.4 Quart Healthy Food Steamer

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BELLA food steamer is an inexpensive and decently sized cooking machine. The model is a 7.4-quart steamer with two main compartments that have removable lids and bottoms. As a bonus, the manufacturers also included a small recipient for grains or eggs. The model has a simple dial that can be used to adjust the timer up to 60 minutes and a see-through water level indicator. As for cleaning, the steam baskets are dishwasher safe. All parts that touch the food are also BPA-free.

Pros:

Easy to clean, BPA-free

Heats up fast

Water level indicator

Cons:

Build quality could have been better

The build quality could be improved. In terms of functionality and reliability there are no issues but the timer adjustment dial, for example, feels a bit flimsy. Also, there are other parts made out of plastic that feel a bit cheap yet the machine works flawlessly.

2. Hamilton Beach Digital Food Steamer

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Hamilton Beach digital food steamer is one of the best-selling products on our list. It has a simple design with a stainless steel base, digital controls for the timer and a large water level indicator. The model uses two chambers to steam food and has an auto shut-off function when the water level is low. All the containers in the set are made to be easy to clean and are dishwasher safe. Last but not least, the steamer also includes an egg basket and a very useful booklet.

Pros:

Heats up fast

Digital controls

Easy to drain and check water level

Cons:

Steam baskets give the impression that is cheaply made

The steam baskets are not very impressive. They are still much better than what most other models use. The walls are thicker and they are fairly clear but some edges might feel rough and the plastic feels like it can shatter easily.

1. Oster CKSTSTMD5-W 5-Quart Food Steamer

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Oster CKSTSTMD5-W is one of the best picks in our list as it offers excellent value for money. The model is a simple steamer with a 60-minute timer and a capacity of 5 quarts. It includes 2 transparent bowls with a removable lid and removable base. Both of them are dishwasher safe. In terms of maintenance, draining is just as easy as filling the steamer. Last but not least, the steamer has an auto shut-off feature when the water level is too low.

Pros:

Auto shut-off when water level is low

Dishwasher safe steaming bowls

Inexpensive

Cons:

Steaming bowls have very thin walls

The fact that the steaming bowls have thin walls will mean two possible issues. The first one is that they can break easily if they are dropped. A second issue is with heat transfer. A good amount of heat will be lost because of the thin walls instead of being properly retained inside to help cook the food faster.

What Matters The Most When Picking A Food Steamer?

There are several clear indicators that can tell if a steamer is worth spending money on or not. Even if a steamer is inexpensive, there is no point in getting it if it does not do what it is supposed to do. For our list, we picked the most popular and reliable models but there are some clear differences between them. Here are some indicators that can help choose a suitable one:

Heat up time: This indicator is not that important. Usually, a food steamer heats up in about 1 minute. Some will take longer than that but when cooking something for let us say 30 minutes, another extra minute or two will not matter at all.

Capacity: The capacity of a steamer can vary from 5 quarts and all the way to 9.5 quarts. For a single person, the 5 quart ones should be more than enough. A large family will probably need the largest model they can find.

Water tank capacity: The amount of water that the tank can hold usually dictates for how long it can steam food continuously. When the tank is low on water, the machine will stop. The vast majority of food steamers have timers limited to 60 minutes. There are a few models that can steam continuously for up to 75 minutes.

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