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chasedbyatlantic · 2 months

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best friend, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — joel miller, the person you care most for, ventures outside of the walls with you for your birthday gift, and has the best surprise waiting for you at the nicest spot in boston.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, boston qz era!joel, loverboy!joel, female!reader, fluff fluff and more fluff, joel being an absolute sweetheart as per usual, very brief mentions of death (like twice), swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

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a/n: guys i started playing tlou and im obsessed. its acc bad like my obsession keeps growing and growing. make sure to like, comment, reblog and follow for more! make sure to send requests in. xoxo

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It was a week since your birthday. Being a year older than before didn't really change how you felt or acted, or hadn't brought new responsibilities to your daily life (not yet, at least). The one thing it did, though, was remind you how far into the apocalypse you were. Twenty years, god it felt like eternities. This apocalypse had only brought one good thing to your life (well, two if we consider the amount of free time you had gained), and that was Joel Miller.

Joel was like your unspoken best friend, you two met years ago and had just clicked instantly. Though, at the start, it was more of a 'i despise you with everything' type of clicking, but you two had a little enemies-to-friends dynamic in the long run. You were a couple years younger than Joel, so maybe he felt the need to keep you safe- you weren't really sure, you just knew he had an almost soft spot for you.

As your birthday gift this year, he had promised to sneak you out of the walls and you two would enjoy a couple days roaming the god-awful city of Boston (Joel's words, not yours). You were excited, more than excited, it had been months since the two of you were outside the walls together.

Joel went frequently with some girl named Tess, you had met her a handful of times but she wasn't really a big fan of you. Joel and her had ran some sort of underground black market for weapons, or so you've heard.

Anyway, the two of you (you and Joel) had snuck out late last night to avoid any alert guards. You had remembered the way to get out of the Boston QZ through the sewers, but Joel didn't think you were capable of it. He had lead the two of you out, with many roadblocks and detours which took hours to leave. The two of you were just leaving the tight corridors.

"Joel," You had began, moving through years of fermented water, "I will actually die from the smell if we don't get out soon. You will be liable for my de-" He had cut you off as he turned the corner, "Stop worryin', princess. We're almost out'ta' here." Princess, you hated to admit it, but you loved the nickname. You couldn't even remember when or why it started, but you definitely weren't complaining.

You could finally see the daylight, and with no time you were jumping down from the disgusting sewers, and onto a nice spot of concrete. "Oh- my god!" You breathed in the fresh (well, sort of) air, air you haven't smelled in months. "This is great! Best birthday gift ever." You spun around with your arms out, like you were in some sort of cliché coming-of-age movie.

While you were too caught up in the moment, and had a few too many spins, you found yourself growing dizzy and tripping over your own feet. Thankfully, Joel was there to catch you. As he caught you, you had locked eyes with him for a little too long. He set you back on your feet with his hand lingering for an extra moment as you thanked him. Maybe if you weren't too focused on this, you wouldn't have noticed it.

The two of you had been walking for a few hours now, the sun threatening to spill from the horizon. Joel had made it clear to you that he had scoped out the perfect spot, and made sure it was safe for the two of you, even though you had argued that thrill was brought when checking out new places, to Joel's dismay.

"Okay," Joel had said in a gruffy-life tone, his voice was hoarse from all the chatting, "Pancakes or waffles?" You had almost acted taken aback from his question. You found it almost ridiculous that Joel didn't know, "Are you kidding, cowboy? How long have ya' known me?" The two of you had a synced laugh, both faces being engulfed with a large smile, "Y'ur right, y'ur right." Joel had admitted defeat, "Pancakes, I know."

The two of you shared so many more laughs and questions within the next while, just before the two of you had arrived at Joel's perfect spot. He had walked into the building first, to make sure everything had remained how he left it - clickerless. It was, and he gave you the cue to enter inside with him. You had looked around, after all the hype, it was sort of- ugly.

"This is where you're taking me?" You had questioned the man in front of you with your right brow raised, and he could only chuckle in response. "'Course not, princess. Ya' know I wouldn't take the birthday girl to some sort'ta bar. I'm a classy gentleman." Joel had folded his arm, signalling you to hook yours onto his. You took this opportunity and brought your arm through his. You had held onto his bicep as he led you two up the stairs, letting go once you both reached the top.

He had opened the door for the two of you, and let you enter first. He had cleaned up some sort of rooftop terrace that overlooked downtown Boston, the QZ in the far distance. "Jesus Christ, cowboy. You really outdid yourself, huh?" You turned to eye the man beside you, an idea sparking in your head.

Right as Joel went to reply to you with some sort of snarky remark (you just knew he would), you jumped into his arms, and wrapped yours around his neck. You had muttered about a thousand 'thank you's into his ear, just loud enough for him to hear. Joel was the one you cared about in this world, the only one you've been caring about for as long as you can remember. And by the looks (and feels) of it, he cared about you too.

A little bit of time had gone by since the sweet interaction between you and Joel had happened, the both of you had decided it would be fun to explore the building a little more, more in depth rather than anything. It was a great way to scavenge for things to take back home with you, anything from a nice frame to overly expired medicines that could maybe help you in the slightest way.

You and Joel lived together, back in the QZ. When the two of you had arrived, the head of living regulations people had housed you guys together since that's how you guys arrived. There wasn't any complaining, though, from both sides. You two were living with each other outside the walls, so why have it any different inside the walls?

You were in a few rooms down from Joel, searching through a few cabinets. Your hands fell upon a little glass jar with a lid, before pulling it down and popping the lid off. The immediate scent of warm vanilla and sandalwood flooded through your nose, and filled the room. "Joel!" You had called out in a frantic tone, when in reality you were just so excited. Finally, you thought to yourself, it wouldn't smell like death in your apartment anymore.

Joel had came bursting in, "You okay? What happened?" He looked panicked, his revolver out of the holster and in his right hand. You could only have a puzzled look on your face, before you realized why he was acting a bit strange. "Sorry, everythin's fine. But- smell this!" You had shoved the glass jar in his face, confusing him even more.

Once Joel had finally processed what was going on with you, he took a whiff of the candle. "No." He flat out said, "I'ain smellin' that any longer than I got to." He holstered the revolver before stepping back, and out of the room. "Please!" You begged. A firm 'no' was heard from down the hallway by your favourite person, which had only resulted in a loud groan from you.

“Sit.” Joel had tossed his bag on the red and white checkered blanket, it was laying right beside the edge of the terrace. Not the edge-edge, but right before where the building had started to dip off. You and Joel had done some more exploring, and more playing around (a serious pillow fight, where Joel had somehow won against you), before the two of you grew tired and made your way back up top.

Joel had set up a nice, lamp-lit, picnic area for the dinner he had claimed he prepared for tonight. You knew he was not any five star chef by any means, the best thing he could make was reheating canned ravioli (that he nine out of the ten times burnt horribly), so you were interested to see how this was going to go.

You had dropped your backpack on top of Joel’s and (carefully) collapsed onto the barely cushioned cloth. “Feels nice to get off my feet after the ungodly amount of walking we did earlier.” You complained, like you weren’t jumping with joy earlier to be able to get out of the walls after this long, “What did we walk, a thousand miles?” Joel could only shake his head as he cautiously, and slowly, sat down. “Quit complainin’, ‘nd pass me the bag.” You complied and tossed it to him.

“What gourmet meal have you prepared tonight? Let me guess-” You were cut off by Joel slapping your shoulder, basically telling you to shut the fuck up. He had unzipped his backpack and took out a plastic bag, filled with- “Sandwiches! You’ve really outdone yourself, cowboy!” He tried his best to hold back his laughs, but managed to let one or two slip through his stern look. “Peanut butter’n banana.” Joel had told you, reaching in the bag and handing the one without crust to you.

You didn’t realize that Joel paid attention to you when you talked about anything and everything that came to your mind. One night, when Joel had came back from his painfully long duties of halling and burning bodies at the QZ, you couldn’t stop talking his ear off. He was probably annoyed as fuck at you, and just wanted to sleep, but you told him about everything. Two of the many things you had told Joel was that your favourite sandwich ever was peanut butter and banana, and that you would only eat sandwiches if they had zero crust on them. And he remembered, after all this time.

“Joel, you big fuckin’ softie.” You took a bite into the uncrusted sandwich, savouring everything about it. You could kiss him right now, you really could. “I cannot believe you remembered!” You had said with a mouthful. He had already bit into his portion of dinner, raising his brow. Joel had swallowed the piece of sandwich in his mouth, “What did I tell ya’ ‘bout talkin’ with y’ur mouth full, hm?” You had shot Joel a look, only causing a laugh to escape his lips.

The two of you talked (yes, talking and eating at the same time) for the next while. The hours had gone by so fast, the sun now threatened to fall back under the horizon. Earlier you had been sitting across from Joel, now you were laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. The two of you were laying in comfortable silence for the last little bit, bellies full. You had shifted around a little bit, under Joel’s arm- this caused him to break the comfortable silence. “You enjoy today?” You could only nod your head, “More than enjoying it. It’s been the best day in god knows how long.”

Before he said anything else, Joel had gently placed you to the side as he sat up and reached to the side, for his bag. You groaned, previously in a comfortable position. “Joel- come on, man! I was this close on fallin’ asleep.” Joel ignored you as he pulled out a little box from the main pocket in his bag. He tossed it over and in your lap.

You raised your brow as you read the label, ‘Happy Birthday Princess, From Joel’. You couldn’t believe it, this was the nicest Joel had been to you, ever. “A birthday present?” You questioned as you looked at him, waiting for a response. “Open it.” Was all he said. You tore your gaze off of the man beside you, and to the box in your lap. You carefully ripped the brown paper (makeshift wrapping paper) off of the box, to reveal what was underneath.

“No fucking way, Joel!” Your face lit up, it was a polaroid camera. This was another one of your late night rants to him, how you loved to take pictures and wish you had something to capture moments. This man was a godsend, you thought to yourself. You had immediately opened the box, (carefully) ripping the camera out. “C’mere.”

Joel had started to move over, going to sit beside you. Within a blink of an eye, the flash went off and a picture was taken. A grin rose to your face as Joel was temporarily blinded, muttering a line of curse words under his breath. “What a cutie!” You had shoved the picture in his face, too close for him to see. “This is my new favourite thing ever, I swear! Thank you.” Not bothering to curse you out for blinding him, Joel had smiled. “Thought I was your favourite thing?” He questioned, his brow cocked back. “Eh,” You said, “You’re a close second.”

You two stayed the night at the rooftop terrace, you were sleeping like a rock while Joel pretty much kept watch, a force of habit from when the two of you were out on your own before. He was relieved when the day was over, at peace knowing you had a great time. When morning were to come, you would shower Joel in your thanks once again, for helping you have the best birthday in these twenty years of the apocalypse. Joel was your best friend, and that’s what best friends do for each other, even in the midst of an apocalypse.

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best friend, laufey

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vidavalor · 1 month

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Random ? but do you think the bookshop has a bath? I know they're magical but they love everything else "human" that's nice so...

PS This isn't Shax (LOL)

Surrrre, it isn't... 😂 To answer your question: Yes. For sure. Like you said, they like nice experiences. Plus, fish live for the water. 🐟

I actually think there's a semi-indirect reference to the bookshop having a shower/bath in S1 in the Bentley scene on the way back from Tadfield. More on that and some other bath-related, wordplay things about ducks and fomenting under the cut.

In S1, Aziraphale had teased Crowley a bit in the car on the way to Tadfield in the "Seeds of Destruction" scene. In the car on the way back from Tadfield, Crowley teases back by suggestively finishing the duck idiom he pretended to forget in the diner. (See also: the pretending to forget the past tenses of "smite" in S2 to flirt with Aziraphale in the "smitten" scene). Ducks seem to have a couple of different metaphorical levels on GO but one level is the Ineffable Husbands' sexually euphemistic one.

Crowley, driving the speed limit 😂, taking his time getting home, while enacting some playful revenge for the drive up by suggesting to his favorite duck that they play in the water together when they get home:

C: "Ducks!" A: "What about ducks?" C:

This could be presumed to be one of Aziraphale's favorite activities since the demon is bringing it up for the angel to think about for allllll the way back on the now very, very, long-seeming car ride home...

....and it is working, apparently😂, as this is Aziraphale:

Don't mind the cranky angel-- he's just desperately trying not to picture water sliding off his naked duck partner in their shower and can now think of nothing else... His paralleling gene to her got activated, apparently:

There's also a reference to self-love in an aquatic setting in the bookshop in GO: Lockdown. Another one of you asked me to do a thing on Lockdown so more in that when I do but, yeah, I think there's a bath in the bookshop.

There's also one, other bit of wordplay that is also on this theme a bit, which is the frumenty/foment/ferment confusion in the 597 A.D. scene.

When they meet up as knights in that scene, Aziraphale asks what Crowley is playing at and he says he's been "spreading foment", which is true-- it means to stir up discord and trouble. Aziraphale mishears him and replies: "Is that some kind of porridge?" which is a reference to frumenty, a kind of porridge from that era. What's funny about this is that it's really obvious that the answer to what Crowley has been up to when he's standing there flanked by mercenaries and they're all wearing body armor is not "eating this new porridge, angel" but Aziraphale is more concerned with looking for the subtext of what Crowley is saying and his mind takes it to a food euphemism while trying to see where Crowley is going with this. Adding to the confusion is that both frument/frumenty and foment also sound like ferment, which also can be used to say you're stirring up trouble... but it also means to make alcohol, which is euphemistic for sex to them.

Crowley redirects from the porridge, etc. confusion by clarifying which of these words he's saying by giving its definition in the sentence. He mentions that King Arthur has been spreading too much peace and tranquility and he's been working to counter that-- "ya know, fomenting"-- so that Aziraphale knows which of the words he's trying to bring up. The reason why it matters is that the other definition of foment is to apply warm water and/or types of soothing lotions or oils to ease inflammation in the body and help a person relax. He's offering Aziraphale a healing bath/massage situation. Considering they're each barely able to walk under three tons of steel, hard to imagine Aziraphale didn't go for that idea. The bookshop was likely designed with spreading some foment in mind.

#ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens meta #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale

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princess-of-the-corner · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/princess-of-the-corner/744265601506312192/i-rarely-see-anyone-ask-about-the-kawimis-but?source=share

Not saying Kawimi's can't share favorites foods, but like seriously...can't they come up with some originality... or give Mullo like a Hotdog or pizz...why so basic like cheese or cheesecake?

Yeah it's a little weird because some seem random and some seem based on the actual creature

Like yeah mouse = cheese and rabbit = carrots but why does ladybug = cookie? Meanwhile the fox = grapes is probably referential to 'The Fox and the Grapes'.

Season 1/Hiatus-era fandom speculated that the foods that powered up the Kwami were related to their Domains of Power in some way. Like, Tikki needed food items that had some kind of 'creation' where you combined ingredients to make something new, like most baked goods. Meanwhile Plagg needed foods that had some sort of 'decay' element to them, like cheeses or mushrooms or anything fermented. The cookies/camembert just happened to be a current favorite.

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swanmaids · 2 months

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🐅, 💛, 🕊 and ✨️ for Celegorm? (<- this is me trying to hold back lol); also ✨️ for Starwing if you're generous?

Love love love you for this one.

Celegorm

🐅 - Characterization: character habits, personality, etc.

Positives - proactive, charismatic, quickwitted, intelligent (& has a lot of esoteric knowledge), ambitious, loyal*

* - to a point.

Negatives - impulsive, quick tempered, callous, spoiled, self centred, self destructive, misogynistic, domineering, frequently careless, jealous.

Likes - the smell and taste of the forest air, the freedom to roam, feeling important and adored, boar hunts, horse meat, fermented mare’s milk, proving himself to be cleverer or more competent than others, the bonfire smell, rough and hard sex (on either side), very cold or very hot baths, battlefield adrenaline, the mixture of exhaustion and elation after a long day of hard activity.

Dislikes - boredom, the feeling of wearing metal armour, the taste of most fish, embarrassment, feeling trapped, indecisive people, cold rain, walled cities, introspection.

💛 - Familial relationships

As a young child, was closer to his nanny/wet nurse than either elder sibling. He slept in her bed and went to her first when his parents were not available and he needed comfort. When Celegorm was a young child his older brothers were already late adolescents/young adults and building their own lives, and had little interest in the new baby. Plus, Maedhros and Maglor’s relationship was too close for the addition of anyone else.

🕊️ - Platonic relationships (friends, enemies, etc).

I do enjoy the draft idea of Celegorm and Curufin being close friends with Aegnor and Angrod in YT era and even wanting to take them onto the swan ships. I think when Nolofinwe’s people reached Beleriand, Celegorm had some hope that the friendship would pick up again, but A&A couldn’t forgive C&C, so it didn’t.

During his time with Oromë’s hunt, Celegorm was friendly with some of the other hunters, but his closeness with Oromë meant that they always kept him at arms length to some degree, either out of jealousy or confusion over the relationship.

✨ - Worldbuilding or background story elements.

Was never quite able to give up the hunting rituals that he learned from Oromë while in Beleriand, and even taught several of them to a young Celebrimbor - while entreating him not to tell Curufin. And in turn, Celebrimbor found himself carrying the rituals with him long after he wanted nothing more to do with his uncle, and passed them on to his friends and students as well.

Earendil/Elwing

✨ - Worldbuilding or background story elements.

When they got married, the public exchanging of vows (I.e. the version without sex lmao) took place on the deck of Earamme in front of a small group of their closest family and friends shortly before Idril, Tuor, and Voronwe left. The after party was at Sirion’s town hall and basically everyone in the town showed the fuck up for THE biggest party in Sirion’s history. Tales of that night were spoken of long into the third age….

But Earendil and Elwing didn’t feature in many of those stories, because they left the party early to get married in the Elvish way.

#ask game

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tastesoftamriel · 1 year

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I wonder there would ever be a Tamrielic equivalent to the era in the like 50s-80s in America where we were OBSESSED with coming up with new recipes, regardless of if they were good or not. If I remember correctly the key causes of this was because of the rise of things like domestic refrigeration and later microwave ovens, and because fresh food, even imports, were becoming much more accessible. I know it’s either canon or fanon that frost salts are used for preservation but how accessible/affordable are they? Do they lose potency over time? Could a mage enchant a container so that food within it would would decay slower? Do the Bosmer use aspic for food preservation? Sorry if this is too long, wanted to get these ideas out of my head before I forgot

Ps I don’t know if this phenomena happened outside the USA as well, but it just seems very AmericanTM to me

I previously wrote about pre-industrial food cold preservation in a wee anthropology post a while ago! That's my theory as to how most races keep their food cold without the use of magicka.

But in terms of preservation in Tamriel, I would say that pickling, salting, and fermenting would be the go-to methods for the races who live in warmer climates. Aspic is also a good one, and gelatine. But it's not just an America thing- to this day, Norway enjoys the horror known as cabaret. ~Tal

#Asks

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eddyteddy-678 · 3 days

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The history of Ghost writing: From ancient times to modern preactices

Unveiling the Veiled Pen: A Journey through the History of Ghostwriting

Introduction:Ghostwriting, a practice as ancient as storytelling itself, remains an enigmatic craft that lurks in the shadows of literary history. From the secret tomes of ancient scribes to the digital age of modern wordsmiths, the art of ghostwriting has evolved, leaving an indelible mark on literature, politics, and culture. Join me as we embark on a journey through the annals of time, uncovering the hidden hands behind the pen.Ancient Origins:In the hallowed halls of antiquity, ghostwriting took form in the shadowy figures of scribes and court poets. In ancient Mesopotamia, skilled writers were employed to immortalize the deeds of kings and heroes, crafting epics that echoed through the ages. From the hieroglyphs of the Nile to the scrolls of Rome, ghostwriters served as the silent architects of history, shaping narratives that defined civilizations.Middle Ages and Renaissance:As the medieval tapestry unfolded, ghostwriting found refuge in the cloistered halls of monasteries and the chambers of royal courts. Monks penned illuminated manuscripts under the guise of anonymity, while court poets breathed life into the verses of kings and queens. With the dawn of the Renaissance, the ghostwriter emerged as a trusted confidant, whispering secrets into the ears of patrons and princes, weaving tales of love, betrayal, and redemption.The Enlightenment and Beyond:With the Enlightenment came a new era of intellectual ferment, where ideas flowed freely across salons and coffeehouses. Ghostwriters, now cloaked in the mantle of philosophers and pamphleteers, lent their pens to the cause of revolution and reform. From Voltaire's clandestine collaborations to the political manifestos of the Founding Fathers, ghostwriting became a powerful tool for shaping public discourse and challenging the status quo.The Rise of Modern Ghostwriting:As the printing press revolutionized the dissemination of information, the demand for ghostwriters surged. In the 20th century, the allure of celebrity and the explosion of mass media catapulted ghostwriting into the spotlight. From Hollywood screenplays to presidential memoirs, ghostwriters became the unsung heroes behind the glittering facade of fame. Yet, as the digital age dawned, the lines between authorship and anonymity blurred, raising ethical questions about transparency and integrity in the age of clickbait and content mills.

Conclusion:From the illuminated manuscripts of medieval monks to the digital domain of contemporary content creators, ghostwriting has transcended time and space, leaving an indelible imprint on the pages of history. Yet, behind every ghostwritten word lies a story untold, a voice silenced, and a legacy obscured. As we reflect on the hidden hands behind the pen, let us remember that the true measure of a writer's legacy lies not in recognition or renown, but in the power of words to inspire, provoke, and endure.

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#ghost writing

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aboutanancientenquiry · 1 month

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Photo: Completed fresco with female deity holding cereals. From the Religious Center of Mycenae, 13th c. B.C. (Archaeological Museum of Nafplion)

"The inhabitants of prehistoric Greece have been producing beer since the Bronze Age, according to the first results of a research program.

Text: Eleutheria Traiou

Beer was not unknown in prehistoric Greece, according to a new research by the School of History and Archaeology of the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. Strong evidence from a study of archaeobotanical remains indicate that the inhabitants of prehistoric Greece, apart from wine which was the dominant alcoholic drink of that time, produced beer since the Bronze Age. Shortly after the Egyptians, who, according to the oldest testimonies, already knew the art of beer-making from the middle of the 4th millennium B.C., as the Sumerians did as well, almost from the 3rd millennium B.C. It is, however, possible that beer has traveled to Greece from the Near East.

The archaeological finds indicating the presence of prehistoric beer in Greece were dated back to the end of the 3rd - early 2nd millennium B.C. These are ancient remains of herbs, sprouted cereal grains and fragments of ground cereal grains along with small masses, which are interpreted as brewing residues and found in the interior of the houses of two Bronze Age settlements: Archontiko, Pella, Argissa and Thessaly.

Malt remnants and imprinting the house that it was found in. Argissa, Thessaly. 2100 – 1700 B.C. (ph. S.M. Balamoti file)

The study of the archaeobotanical remains is conducted under the PlantCult (ERC) research project implemented in AUTh (since April 2016) and funded by the European Union under Horizon 2020 through the European Research Council Consolidator Grant, Ga. 682529. The new data was recently presented in an article by Ms. Sultana-Maria Valamoti, Associate Professor at the School of History and Archaeology of AUTh and head of the above program. Titled “Brewing beer in wine country? First archaeobotanical indications for beer making in Early and Middle Bronze Age in Greece”, the article was published in the journal “Vegetation History and Archaeobotany".

In Archontiko, the sprouted cereal seeds appear to be frail and are preserved in bad condition, probably due to malting and charring circumstances. In Argissa, where a rich amount of germinated seeds, mainly wheat, and barley, was found, the seeds are preserved in a much better condition. These finds could correspond to malt preparation, as is suggested for similar finds from Middle Bronze Age Serbia. The cereal masses and fragments from Archontiko probably represent more advanced brewing stages. In other words, they could be the result of ground malt before or after mixing with water, while the ground cereals would be added before the fermentation process as an additional source of starch, corresponding to the process followed in the Near East and Egypt.

Grounded cereals from Archontiko, settlement of the Bronze Age at Giannitsa. Is it grounded malt from ground? (ph: © journal "Vegetation History and Archaeobotany").

The production and consumption of alcoholic drinks in the Prehistoric Era and their connection with significant social and economic developments are an important field of archaeological and anthropological research. As far as wine is concerned, its production and consumption in the Aegean world during the Bronze Age is confirmed by a plethora of evidence, while also there is data to support that it is the oldest wine in Europe. Specifically, the study of archaeobotanical data and chemical analysis of ceramic residues from the Neolithic Settlement of Dikili Tash around 4000 B.C.

Amongst the evidence confirming vinification process in prehistoric Greece, references from ancient texts are of great importance. But what about beer? Why do the ancient texts ignore beer since the art of its production was known in at least two prehistoric settlements? This is one of the questions that PlantCult (ERC) will try to answer. The program will also conduct a series of data collection experiments in order to investigate the production of prehistoric beer."

#beer #ancient greece

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c-atm · 2 years

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Care

"Steven?" Connie called as she looked at Steven, lying in their bed, pale face, dried and cracked-lipped. A look of dazed fatigue on his feverish red-cheeked face."Bisky? You ok?" The researcher asked, putting her coat on the hanger before walking up to him.

"Uhh?" Steven groaned, "I think I got something from my trip." He mumbled.

"That's a given," Connie stated, walking over to him and checking his head. "You're burning up." She said, feeling his forehead. "Do you need another blanket?" She asked, moving to get one.

"No, just... stay here." Steven moaned, falling back into the pillow.

"Well, maybe you should take some fluids," Connie said, getting up and going to the bathroom.

"OH! NO!." Steven groaned, "No more drinks!"

Connie arched her eyebrow at the sudden energetic protest.

"Quite the apprehension there, Mister."

"I drank a lot at the last meeting...been feeling off...soon after."

Connie considered, "Drank what?"

"...Something one of the delegates brought from their home planet, it was tasty and reminded me of mango and cream... Said it was a very fermented stout...at least that's what it translated to."

"Oh-ho, no!" Connie giggled as she crawled up next to him, putting his head on her lap.

"Diamond essence didn't wo~oork." Steven complained in Connie's thighs as she brushed his hair with her left hand, "Happy you're wearing shorts..." He muttered as he snuggled into his Heartberry warm flesh.

"Oh, really, and why is that?" Connie teased lovingly.

"I like the feel of your skin on mine, so warm."

She smiled at Steven's honest yet weak tone as he looped his large limb around Connie's hip line.

"Why didn't the essence work? I thought it was a heal-all?" He muttered.

"Sure, wounds, bruises, disembodied limbs, burned flesh, viruses can even bring back the dead... Given the formula."

"Then why didn't it work on me?"

"Cause you...Mister galactic ambassador of Era 3; aren't sick...You're hung over."

"Hung over, like when you wake up from a night of drinking alcohol?" Steven asked, his fever slowly dropping as he started to feel acquainted with Connie's scent.

"same almost exactly," Connie confirmed,

"But I didn't drink any alcohol?"

"You got drunk on a fermented alien beverage. Good chance it's an equivalent to alcohol."

"You think?" Steven mumbled, getting a bit exhausted.

"Stout...a synonym for beer."

"Arrgh." He bashfully groaned," I did?"

"You did."

"It didn't taste like beer?! It was so fruity."

"Like a cocktail, perhaps," Connie said, placing her hand on his forehead and brushing his hair with the other.

Steven groaned, "I hope I didn't do anything embarrassing." He winced at his headache.

"Wow, don't remember last night, huh?" Connie hummed to him, "well, lucky I'm here."

Steven's eyes widened at the mischievous tone," what did I do?"

"Well, it is not everyday your Jambae video call from space just so a galactic assembly can serenade you while you're getting over a stomach bug."

"Drunk calling!?" Steven groaned.

"Video calling and singing." She laughed, "Strangely in harmony, despite the different languages."Connie smirked," I didn't know that language can sound so sensually rhythmic." She blushed, still laughing.

"Is there anything else?"

"Well... I didn't know you bragged about me so much." She laughed," What one of them called me, you Heartmate?"

"Oh, stars...Lady Percis from the Ria Nebula." He groaned.

"She was a little cutie...Surprised she's six hundred and how human she looked...excluding the extra eyes and orange skin."

"She's pretty new...And also she brought the drinks."

" Ah, that explained why she looked the least inebriated."

"I'm so sorry; I got too drunk to remember much." He apologized.

"It's ok. And the last I heard, you were the belle of the ball." Connie playfully teased, "at least that's what Spinel said."

"I was getting sick...But everyone else loved me." He brushed his head against her denim-clad thigh.

"That's a good thing, those who get sick together, stick together."

"Is that how it works?"

"I'm sure they're nursing their own hangovers, Mister. All while thinking it was a good conference."

'Hmm.... were you embarrassed?"

"No. More amused and a bit worried for all of you, but Nel and Yellow brought you back, so it's all good." She kissed his temple," You're safe."

"No, I'm very...tired...Sick...Hangover."

"You're also what I like to call, Cute and cuddly," Connie said as she caressed his nape as Steven buried his face in her thigh.

"Is that so?" He mumbled into the flesh.

"Very much so."

"Well, you're hot and huggable." Steven yawned.

"You're sweet and snuggly..and maybe a bit sleepy," Connie responded

"Your fault, Heartberry. You're so warm and welcoming... you're my home." He nuzzled her leg, yawning again.

Connie paused, looking at Her Mister, her heart slipping as she felt her eyes water and mouth grinned.

"And you're always welcome home, Bisky." She replied,

"Thank you for taking care of me." He said as his eyes slowly closed.

"Anytime, Bisky." She replied, rubbing his back and humming to him, easing him into sleep.

She smiled, feeling him relax under her soothing touch. "Nap time Bisky." She cooed, planting a kiss on his cheek.

"I love you," Steven murmured.

"I love you too. Go to sleep." She responded.

"Be here when I wake?"

"Always, I'm here for you."

"Ok..." He sighed, snuggling into her, "...'m just going to take a small nap..."

"That's fine; sleep, love," she said, holding him closer to her.

"Love...is the only way to heal me."

"Then you will make a full recovery." Connie sighed, nuzzling Steven's head.

Steven yawned and gave a small smile at her, curling into her lap.

"I'll be here. Sleep, Hubby." She said as Steven slowly drifted off to sleep. She smiled, feeling his body relax, and he snuggled into her lap.

"You too...Love...You." Steven groaned, slowly drifting into a feverish yet soothing slumber.

Connie smiled, slowly strumming his back.

"Love you too, Bisky."

#connie maheswaran #steven universe #connverse #steven universe future #steven universe fanfiction #steven and connie #older steven #older connie #connverse fanfic #fighting flirty #one shot #comfort #sick #hangover

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staticheck · 3 months

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+ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. * Fermenting beneath the flesh since histories long past. The eras that were once both theirs are now ghastly memories of whispers in the dark and ink-stained fingers weaving through flowing crimson hair. ❛ How long before your empire crumbles? Until eternity ends? A decade, a year, or tomorrow? We both know why you construct so endlessly. ❜ Pleasantry does not exist here as Alastor tears away the veil and the turbulence of their clashing frequencies meet for the first time in full force.

The reach is endless and the risk high. They could destroy each other at the speed of light, but such fruitless attempts only serve as a reminder that they cannot perish. Ideas don't die, after all. And they are both that : an idea and the creator of. The artist and his muse.

❛ You see, no matter the new format or how many photographs you burn, or how desperate you try to restart, there's one thing for certain ; you know how this story ends because we've walked this path before. Vengeance won't give you the validation you so desperately seek. 𝑰'𝑴 𝑮𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑭𝑼𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑵. ❜ And a shame that 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑶𝑺 will be found to have hidden a greater truth — that they will always love 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 even if they want to destroy it. * + @voxistem

#voxistem #so about vox going insane//// can AL H AVE SOME OF THAT ????#・+ in character . * ━ salutations! it’s good to be back on the air ❜

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fruityyamenrunner · 3 months

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Speaking of people whose real sehnsucht is for 70s television, but who dress it up as something else, consider Iain Banks.

His dates are 1953 -- 2013. The crucial date of publication for this poat is 1987: that of Consider Phlebas, a reworking of a story from the early 80s.

The Culture is a sort of ultra-ultra-liberal, bigger, "later" Federation of Planets, which in contrast is merely ultra-liberal. Now, Star Trek, certainly in Britain, is a 70s phenomenon, premiering in 1969 -- that is, when Banks was 16.

Banks was an SF fan so it is a little simplified to reduce it to this -- this is the era of the New Wave after all -- but the 20th century really was a boring time. It is easy to retroject Internet-era ferment back too much, and besides, the Culture itself is the Federation++, and not all his stories are Culture stories. Even his Culture stories aren't Culture stories. They're mostly about awful reactionary aliens.

Take the Idiran War. As well as being a standin for the Second World War, Vietnam, and the fundamentalist revolutions of 1979, the Idiran War serves this purpose: we are told that at various points in the past, Culture citizens exercised all the ultra-ultra-ultra-liberal transhumanist fantasies of what we would now call something like "total morphological freedom" -- people turning themselves into giant penises or gas clouds, living forever etc. The Culture we encounter in the books is however quite reactionary -- people appear as "humanoids" with about as much diversity as in Star Trek, have little ambition, expect to die after a few centuries and join Starfleet Contact if they are aggrandisers.

It's strongly implied, if not stated, that the thrice-ultra-liberals, who were interested in "total morphological freedom" peeled off from the Culture before the War, explaining why the Culture appears merely ultra-liberal, and that this has led to a sort of lasting cultural stagnation, lifted by the appearance of a particularly Tory kind of alien, or a geometric impossibility -- that is, like Star Trek with a wild backstory you never see.

By the standards of actually existing liberalism, especially in the 20th century, it remains an exhilarating place to imagine oneself in, but by the standards of the "worldbuilding" - which for a certain kind of mind takes up far too much importance - it is a remarkably reactionary setting.

In particular, it is interesting that there is no strong iconography attaching to the Culture -- Banks had no interest in attaching one to his writings, and seems to have taken a purely literary view of it, but fans have felt no desire to develop one around it, and the Culture is one of those SF properties that visual media developers founder upon. I claim that one reason for this is that, once you pull away the thrice-ultra liberal "worldbuilding" stuff, the iconography, insofar as Banks had any, would be essentially that of Star Trek, perhaps inflected through British SF television in general -- which is to say, Doctor Who, Blakes 7 and so on. Rather sparse sets, painted backdrops, *that* kind of costuming, blocky robots whose emotions are all glowing auras... Distinctly ""hauntological"", which is why nobody dare develop it.

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Sushi rolls don’t actually exist in the Sengoku. It’s a much much later invention. The seaweed “paper” doesn’t even exist until the 1700s, so this is all fluff anyway. In the Sengoku period, “sushi” refers to what is typically known as funazushi, that is a preserved fish fermented using rice. When the fish is fermented/preserved to a satisfactory degree, the rice will just be thrown out and not eaten.

This sushi tradition for setsubun is actually also kind of suspect, because it only became widespread in the 1980s. While legends claim that this originated in the Edo period, I’m not sure if there’s actually documented proof of this. I’ve seen some articles suspect this as just a promotional gimmick from food stores who are wanting to use up leftover ingredients, and created a nonsense legend surrounding it.

The ehoumaki 恵方巻き sushi “traditionally” contains 7 ingredients to represent the 7 lucky gods, and that eating this will bring food luck. Ingredients may vary, but the most common ones include datemaki omelettes, cucumbers, shiitake mushrooms, grilled eel, dried tofu, kanpyo gourd, and pink fish floss. These ingredients are food items that are often used in New Year meals, so I can see why this so-called tradition is rather dubious.

Unlike regular sushi that are normally sliced, ehoumaki sushi is left in the long “log” form and eaten as-is. This is said to symbolise “not breaking bonds”, and eating it like this is meant to bring good fortune. Some explanations also say that the name “ehou” means “lucky direction”. Supposedly, people in the Edo era eats the sushi while facing this “lucky direction”.

In the modern day, people sometimes just have fun with the sushi and create fun shapes and fillings. A rather new trend is making a tiger-patterned wrap with omelette and seaweed for the roll, or making cute little oni shapes with the filling:

#food #japanese tradition #setsubun #slbp #samurai love ballad party #event route

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edgysaintjust · 1 year

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At the Palais Royal, where I went to walk nearly every day, I assisted at the dawn of the new era. That which struck me most was the air of good will. Egoism seemed to have disappeared from all our hearts. There was no longer a distinction between the classes. We elbowed one another, we chatted as though in the home circle. The rich, at this moment of fermentation, mixed willingly with the poor and deigned to speak to them as though they were their equals. In short, all the countenances appeared to have undergone a change. Each one dared to show forth his character and natural faculties in public. I saw many who, although covered with rags, wore a heroic air. However little sensibility one possessed, it was not possible to witness such a spectacle with indifference.

Théroigne de Mericourt, les Confessions

#you can see her and camille being friends so clearly #their hearts were so alike #theroigne de mericourt

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hi im new and please if you so wish elaborate on the dumpster diving I’m intrigued

Mostly I just go to grocery store dumpsters and skim food off the top, I stopped doing it in March of 2020 for obvious reasons but today I was out in a distant exurb driving behind a strip mall for other reasons (lol) and saw a whole bunch of produce in a dumpster and took just a couple things bc it was broad daylight and there was a skeptic in my passenger seat haha. But I used to do it a lot more and would regularly eat meat and dairy, and give away stuff to my friends. Some tricks: go at night, be subtle, stay away from fenced in dumpsters, bring a cooler, be prepared to spend an hour after you get back sorting bad produce out/chopping up useable produce for your freezer, don’t fucking spread the word about specific locations undiscerningly pretty much ever bc that’s how you get good dumpsters locked up. And put everything back!!! Don’t make life harder for the min wage employees by forcing them to clean up after you. Oh, and scoping out places ahead of time helps a lot. And you must be prepared to see something gross, most of the time you won’t, but like…it’s a dumpster.

It’s considered a faux pas to feed dumpster food to unsuspecting friends/family/guests etc and I only do it with ppl I know are similarly idk alternatively minded? Most of my friends are totally about it once I give them the spiel, bc I tend to befriend ppl with similar sensibilities lmao. As I mentioned I go for meat and dairy stuff whenever I want (you think I’m purchasing ground lamb?? In this economy???) but produce and packaged food are way easier to tell if they’re still good. The freezer will be your bff (chopping produce around the ‘bad’ spots and getting it ready for easy access, and preserving things maybe on the brink of being yucky). Also it’s a good idea to keep an eye on current recalls. When in doubt safety wise you can always just throw it out. But so often expired food is completely safe to eat, and a lot of perfectly good food is thrown out for reasons like a) another package in the flat burst and ruined the other units’ packaging b) a customer grabbed something from a cooler, changed their mind and stashed it on a random shelf & the employees don’t know how long it’d been sitting out c) one onion or whatever in a bag of onions is starting to rot but the rest are still good if u remove the bad one d) new stock with a later best by date arrived e) the whims and fancies of corporate that only god knows. I have never once gotten sick from dumpster food but your mileage may vary.

Another thing to keep in mind is that to a cop I read as a middle class, sober, “respectable” white woman and in my encounters with security/law enforcement (which have been extremely infrequent and only when I got lazy about my rules) this has resulted in outcomes that wouldn’t necessarily be afforded to ppl of color, ppl in working class garb, men even? Idk. But it’s not illegal, the furthest it’s ever gotten is they’ve run my ID through their system and told me to gtfo lol. When in doubt, bring a buddy.

Don’t reblog this please. My worst nightmare is that it starts taking off on like tiktok or something and ruins it for everyone. It’s definitely doable but it has to be done right and I don’t trust the masses because the masses are young and privileged lol. Save the real world shit for us real world ancoms

I haven’t talked about it much on this blog bc I stopped due to the pandemic & I made this blog due to the pandemic so there hasn’t really been an overlap on those 2 eras of my life. But I’m moving in January and I’m planning to make it my primary source of groceries again once I’m back in [redacted city] & I’m gonna start foraging, fermenting and preserving en masse as well :-) very excited. Very excited also to be back in a city with a lot of friends that I can redistribute my biggest finds to and throw dumpster potlucks :-)

Any of my followers feel free to DM me if you want more specific info, I’d be soooo happy to help 1 on 1 but as I said i really want to keep it on the dl (you are so ok sending this ask btw I’m just never gonna like type up a guide or anything) because a lot of ppl rely on this as a food source or as a lifestyle that mitigates food waste (like me) and if shit hits the fan and people fuck shit up because they’re not being careful, (like what happened to Z Lib) more and more grocery stores are gonna start doing inaccessible compactors like the biggest grocery chains and the waste is just gonna keep piling up

#asks #now that I’m home I’m really regretting not nabbing more of the produce lol

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