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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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A Knight’s Honor

Ch 1 - Hold a Star

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Summary: You are a female squire, who is not willing to give up your dreams of Knighthood to become a slave to society to save face.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SLOWBURN

A/N: Here is the first chapter! It’s like 2am but I couldn’t get it out of my head so I started writing and realized the direction I want this to go is going to cause it to be a bit lengthy. SO I’m not sure if this will really count as a full on slow burn but I’m going to try my best! Thanks for reading!

The sky was a hushed dark, the only present source of light was the wisps of the sunbeams that peaked out from over the hills towards the east. Allowing light orange and pink tones to spread and fade into the midnight blues. The stars were also taking it upon themselves to disappear, leaving a blank canvas that was ready to painted on. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the new brilliant baby blue and feathery whites of clouds took over and spread out as far as the eye could see. It was always a breathtaking sight to see the dawn of a new day, a gentle reminder of knowing you were alive and living your dream.

“Keep movin’ lassie, ‘therwise yoo’ll be missin’ yer breakfest an’ ye dinnae want ‘at.”

Well, almost living your dream.

“Yes Sir.”

You continued to scoop the horse dung, going almost nose blind to the smell as you have been at it for a good 20 minuets already. It was thankfully the last chore of your morning duties for today and you could go straight to breakfast after this. Lazily you look back towards the sky, a small sigh escaping your lips as you continued with you work.

It was, and would always be, a dreadful chore to complete before you were able to partake in breakfast. Even though you only had to worry about it once per week, it was still disgusting to have to do when all you wanted was the smell of bread in your nose, not the smell of dung.

Yet you managed, quickly growing used to the idea and trying not to let it both you as you scarfed down whatever the lovely kitchen hands whipped up. You could not afford to to be hungry for the rest of the day, breakfast was always too early and lunch so far afterwards. If you could call it lunch. It was mostly a quick snack you were able to have for a few moments before being pulled into even more duties your Knight deemed of needing completion, duties that were a must to get done before you could even think about dinner.

Being a Knight’s Squire was all around exhausting and not what you once thought it was when you were a child. Sure, you were able to do extraordinary tasks that you only once dreamed about, such as overnight ventures to different kingdoms and quests galore. However, with your great Kingdom at peace, there were plenty of thrilling tasks that weren’t needed, like following your Knight onto the battlefield and helping to protect your home. Yes, you were greatly blessed to be born into these peaceful times, not have the displeasure of the blood and sacrifice of war, so you often scolded yourself when you found your thoughts drifting to battles and missions alike.

No, instead of dealing with disastrous enemies of front lines, you found your action of the practice field, and Lord knows you’ve seen that all too many times.

You often times loved the feeling training provided you, yet you were always disgruntled when you were frowned upon due to your gender. Not by many, in fact there were many more who believed you had every right to be here, but others tended to disagree. It was hard to force someone out of their backwater ways, and it wasn’t even just the elders who held onto this ideal, it was from your own peers as well. One peer in particular really, and it hurt you to a point to think someone you have known for most of your life could come to loath you so.

To this day you still had no idea as to why.

As a child, you had always pictured yourself as a Knight. Dreaming of the day you were able to attend wild adventures and the freedoms it would bring. Your mother, who had wanted nothing more than to groom you into the finer life, was always displeased at your father who gave you the encouragement to follow your heart. He was a giant of a man, towering over most, feared and respected among his peers. Yet he was always so loving and kind to you, and threw memories of him always stayed no matter how much time as passed since he has moved on from this world. He wanted you to understand the importance of knowing when to rely on someone, and when to rely on yourself. Your mother thought it absurd for you to know such things, saying how once you became of age, old enough to wed, you would be tethered to a man who could protect you better than you could ever protect yourself.

Which was completely and utterly injudicious.

You were most definitely able to take care of yourself, and you found no need for a man to constrain you into a submissive lifestyle that would no doubt lead you to dread the mornings you were so fond of. All because that would mean if you were awake, you would still be in the nightmare of a domesticated life.

You wanted an eternity of freedom, not a lifetime in a prison cell disguised as your home.

“Thenk ye again lassie, ye wark strong. Jist need tae quit starin’ at th’ sky.” The man chuckled, patting your head roughly with his large hand.

This man, Sir Campbell, was a Knight you helped during this particular morning chore. He was one of few to come and serve the Kingdom from a foreign land, causing his differences in tongue and spirit. While this was and always will be you’re home, the feeling of some kind of sturdy connection was formed.

He was different from his peers as were you.

It was the similarities of the differences you carried that had brought you together, you thought of him family as he did you.

“The sky is an endless adventure, Sir. Can you imagine if we were able to explore the noble skies as we did the rolling plains of foreign lands?”

He grinned at your words, an own thoughtful expression pulling on his thinned lips as he held his bearded chin in mock thought.

“Lass, ye hink tae much. ‘en again that’s whit makes ye sae sharp-witted isnae it?”

You smiled back, eyes shining with mirth at knowing you once again thought of something your elder had not.

“I’d like to think so Sir, although I get my wonder from you, as you do not think of such things on your own.”

He barked out a laugh, horses whining at the sudden noise that had caught them off guard, and echoed around them.

“Ye will be th’ death ay me yit!”

“I hope that is a day that will never come to pass Sir, not until the stars have been held in our own bare hands.”

“Ah pray ‘at day come tae pass, lassie. noo rin alang, gang enjoy yer weel deserved breakfest. Duty will be ringin;’ shortly.”

“More like screaming.”

“Aye, ‘at Sir Hizashi surly can yeel i’s true. Rin alang noo!”

You bowed your head respectfully before taking your leave once you finished putting the shovel away in its rightful spot. His laughter still ringing in your ears, causing your mood to uplift as if following suit with the edges of your mouth.

You made your way to the water spicket that was as tall as your breasts, and lifted your arms to pump the bar till water flowed from the spout. Using it to rinse your hands and face clean of a hard morning, you then dried them on your tunic, which you wore over your chain mail.

You of course wore a protective layer under the chain mail. No matter how much heat you could withstand due to your ability, you were not immune to the burns and irritations it could leave if it was placed directly on unclothed skin. You wore somewhat lose trousers, but it was only baggy enough to not be mistaken for tight undergarments, as your tunic fell down to your mid thighs. A belt holding your sword was wrapped securely around your waste, the simple leather having immense strength to hold up not only you sheath and blade, but other necessities you found yourself carrying in pouches which were also strapped on.

A simple look, but the look of a squire indeed. Not one of a high Lady of the Court.

Your feet carried you to one of your most favorite spots, the place by the kitchens. It’s were the meals were held, meals of those who lived in the castle walls yet were unable to sit at the table that was intended for those of higher status. It was an austere little place, but that did not mean it wasn’t full of life. Few rows of benches were pushed together right near a door that led into the kitchens themselves, lanterns placed along the wall behind them. It was a place that was never overcrowded, but quaint enough to be able to sit together and laugh and talk about the hardship of the days like it wasn’t a problem at all.

You spotted a man you knew very well already sitting at the only available table, and gladly quicken your pace to reach your destination faster than your fatigued body would have liked. You snatched a roll from his plate once your were close enough, taking a bite from the delicious bread as you sat to his right. He barley glanced your way before reaching out to grab another roll from the basket to his left, letting out a sigh while he did.

“Tis too early to be dealing with you.”

“Ah, you flatter me kindly Shinsou.” You laughed.

“Anything but I assure you, (l/n).” Even with his exasperated tone seeping into his guttural voice, he threw you a small smile in welcome.

He enjoyed your presence and often did seek you out for it, ignoring the few who once scolded him for it years prior. He did not care you were a woman, woman or not you could kick anyone’s behind if you saw fit. You were here, just like everyone else, training to become a Knight. While many would complain, he knew you had the most reason to. Yet you never once spoke of the hardships of training. You bared through it, proving time and time again that you wanted to be here and you deserved to be as well.

“I say, you become Sir Aizawa more and more with every passing day, tis almost disturbingly so how you two are alike in manners.” You shook your head, grinning as you grab a bowl and began to fill it with warm porridge that was present on your right. That was one of the perks of finishing earlier than expected, besides having more down time, the food was still warm.

“If I am becoming my mentor than you must know you are surely becoming yours.”

“I am not as boisterous as you believe, Sir Hizashi is a man whose energy knows no bounds. No one can thinking of beating him in such a game.” You rolled your eyes, already picturing the assault your ears were to be faced with today as soon as you went to report. Sir Hizashi was a pleasant Knight and wondrous mentor, with many talents and a vast knowledge no one gave him enough credit for. Yet, he was always so terribly loud, often forgetting his surroundings and letting loose with wild battle cries and deafening laughs that stayed echoing through the valleys for months.

“You cannot play me for a fool, (l/n). I see it grow in you each day.”

“If you see me as Sir Hizashi then you must realize you will never be able to rid yourself of me.”

“Oh?” He raised a brow, a wooden cup up to his parted lips to drink the lukewarm liquid, “what is it that makes you believe such a tale?”

“Our mentors are both kindred spirits of course, they have known one another since childhood and they continue to be in each other’s life to this very day.” You beamed, a such intense look of happiness on your face Shinsou could not find it in him to pull away from it.

“How joyous,” his hand came to pinch the bridge of his nose as your dazzling look became devilish with the smug smile that taunted him so, “ you will only serve to deepen my scars of sleepless nights.”

“Oh Shinsou, I am afraid my presence can do nothing more to what is already permanently etched into your skin. Not even help it I’m afraid.”

“You may bet right.” He chuckled, looking down at you and plucking the apple from your hand that you had just picked up not a second prior.

“Oi-” He cut you off with a loud crunch of a now ruined apple, his chewing only serving to fuel your anger.

“You sly fox what was that for?”

“You always pick the most juiciest apples from the bunch, tis only natural I may want a taste for myself.” He used the red fruit to hide the twitch of his lips at your bewildered expression.

Your reactions were always the best to witness, always making an exaggerated face for no reason other than you could, or perhaps it was just because you never realized how much emotion you actually shown to others.

“I pick the tastiest apples for myself, not to share! You gluttonous cutpurse!”

The sound of loud footsteps heading in your direction caused the pair of you to halt your conversation and glance up, seeing a pair of Squires making their way to your table. You sent out a quick huff of breath, unsure if you were willing to deal with his attitude so early in the morning. Shinosu kept his mouth shut, unwilling to express his distaste as verbally as you, but still felt it nonetheless.

“Ah Shinsou! (l/n)! Tis good to see you both in high health this fine morning!” One smiled, taking a seat in front of you while the other boy took a spot to the left of him, diagonally from you.

“Kirishima.” Shinsou let out a curt nod, having no will ill towards this gentleman at all. Only confusion, if not pity, for how he has to put up with the child next to him.

“Good to see you in such high spirits as always Kirishima.” You gave a polite smile, quickly snatching your apple back from Shinsou’s unsuspecting hand.

You innocently smiled at the red head in front of you as if you did nothing wrong, ignore the glaring and grumbling from the boy beside you.

“You two are the ones in high spirits it seems!” Kirishima laughed as the exchange, seeing your pleased expression and Shinsou’s exasperated one.

“Tch.”

The noise caused a flutter of irritation to pass through you, but you ignored it and glanced at the blond who had not spoke a word yet. Focusing on filling his bowl with breakfast instead of pleasantries. He bit harshly into a roll, setting the ladled down once he finished scooping the now cooling porridge.

“Good morning Bakugou.” You spoke shortly, not wanting to be rude to the other member of the table.

“Shove off.”

You clicked your tongue, not knowing why you bothered in the first place as you knew that would be his response. Kirishima gave you an apologetic smile, changing the subject to ask about future events the current day will hold for the lot of you. He was always able to lift the mood so easily, no matter the circumstances.

It was an enjoyable breakfast while it lasted, save for the brooding boy who only chimed in with insults or annoyed grunts of disagreement.

“As lovely as this has been, I must be off now. I am assisting Sir Aizawa in his visit of a neighboring kingdom. We are simple escorts of the Chamberlain and his youngest brother. “ Shinsou sighed.

The sun was more visible in the changing sky, almost fully so. Only a sliver of it hidden from view as the sky lightened because of it, allowing the dim lanterns to be shut off and replaced by a brighter source.

“Oh,” You frowned, “I assume you will be gone for a few days then?”

“Three at most, if it can be helped.” He mirrored your reaction.

He never liked leaving you alone. He never has doubted your ability to take care of yourself, that wasn’t the issue. More so it had to do with the glaring boy sitting a few feet away, sharp crimson glaring daggers into warm violet. Bakugou was by no means the kindest man to his peers around him, but he seemed to have an extra special case of bitter anger for you that exceeded his normal gruffness by tenfold. Shinsou knew it weighed heavily on you, once friend turned foe all because of a dream. Yet you always pushed through, it was one of your most admirable traits in his opinion.

Your unwavering ability to overcome anything.

“Worried your protection will not be around to save you, (y/n)?” Bakugou sneered, his gaze never leaving Shinsou’s.

“You assume false, Katsuki. I have no need for anyone’s protection but my own.” You spat back, hating how the bastard wouldn’t even look at you.

As if he seen you as something less than a person, something that didn’t even deserve his time of day.

“Come now you two, please no fighting so early! Let’s end this breakfast in good spirits and go on with our day.” Kirishima pleaded, always being the mediator, bless his soul.

“A day is only so lovely when the face of that wench is not in my sights.” Bakugou hissed, clenching his teeth as he felt the anger rise in him as Shinsou stood and grabbed your arm.

You were half tempted to lunge at the foul-mouth boy, but Shinsou’s strong hand on your upper arm held you back.

“Leave the man-child be, let us be on our way. I bid thee good day gentlemen.” Shinsou spoke, cold eyes turning away from Bakugou to address Kirishima, the only person his goodbye was intended for.

“Enjoy your day, may it go by swiftly for you,” You spoke to Kirishima who just gave a wavering grin, uneasy at the tension that had grown. You faced Bakugou who finally had the decency to look at you, and you could see the vexation boiling in his eyes, “you hog-hearted knave.”

You left your farewell at that, ignoring the shouts he threw as you and Shinsou as you grabbed your dishes, bringing them over to be rinsed and then set inside the kitchens for proper cleaning from the kitchen hands later.

You glanced back at the table to see them both barley rising to follow what you two have just done, before turning back to your friend with a displeased frown.

“I wish you were not my voice of reason.”

“You would be damned if I were not.” He pointed out, turning to walk away.

“You are right, of course. Yet that does not mean I like it.” Your frown lifted into a tender smile as you reached out to stop him from walking off, knowing you going to have to bid your best friend farewell.

“Like it or not, I will always be.” He turned back to face you, saying those words on purpose. Understanding the weight of them. While the kingdom was at peace, that did not mean all danger was vanquished.

It was simply hidden better.

“Aw, so you do agree that we are kindred spirits? Shinsou you sappy sack of flour!”

“Hush your tongue, wretched girl,” He grinned, “You best behave while I am gone, understand?”

“Yes yes, I am able to to take care of myself and be without problems for a measly two days.” You rolled your eyes, mischief all over your face though the words you spoken were intended for innocence.

“I am serious.” He deadpanned, noticing the look that only grew at his words.

“And so am I.”

“I do not believe it.”

“You are right to do so.”

He groaned as you laughed, shaking his head at you in mock disappointment. His look then hardened and he took your hand in his, as if he were about to shake it.

“In three days.” Seriousness in his eyes as he whispered.

This was an unspoken tradition between the both of you. A silent promise to return, return alive, in the allotted time given.

“In three days.” You repeated, your grip on his hand tightening before releasing altogether.

A smile crossed you both before you took off down separate paths, you glancing up at the sky wishing to see the stars once more without having to look back at the boy walking away. Because you knew, Shinsou was the closest thing you would get to accomplish your wild dream of holding a star. It may be silly, but if it would be anyone, it would be him: a shining star who had the world beneath his feat and the endless sky around him.

However, unknown to you, a different kind of star was staring into your back as you left. This star was as big and bright as millions of stars together and was known as the sun. And be damned if the sun was out shined by a measly twinkle in the sky he owned.

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neurodivergentcosmos · 5 years

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...But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -- determined to save the only life that you could save.

“The Journey” by Mary Oliver (http://www.phys.unm.edu/~tw/fas/yits/archive/oliver_thejourney.html) I’ve LOVED Mary Oliver for years & now when I read this poem I think of Aziraphale rejecting Heaven so he can embrace his life on Earth with Crowley. Also I think of how incredible the deft, sweet gesture of your hand by @mortuarybees is.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #aziraphale #crowley #poetry #mary oliver #good omens fic rec

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shredsandpatches · 5 years

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and while we're at it

All the quotes from my livejournal profile page (I have not updated my livejournal in over three years).

And with the shoutyng, whan the song was do That foules maden at here flyght awey, I wok, and othere bokes tok me to, To reede upon, and yit I rede alwey. I hope, ywis, to rede so som day That I shal mete some thyng for to fare The bet, and thus to rede I nyl nat spare. — Chaucer, The Parlement of Fowles

In the foregoing discussion no mention here has been made of such plays as King John, Richard II, Coriolanus, Pericles, and Timon of Athens. On the theory that the less said about them the better, saying nothing is best of all. — Richard Armour, clearly displaying an uncanny foreknowledge of this livejournal, Twisted Tales from Shakespeare

This music mads me: let it sound no more, For though it have holp madmen to their wits, In me it seems it will make wise men mad. Yet blessing on his heart that gives it me; For 'tis a sign of love, and love to Richard Is a strange brooch in this all-hating world. — Richard II 5.5.61-66

If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island, cut off from other lands, but a continent, that joins to them. — Sir Francis Bacon, Essayes or Counsells, Civill and Morall

"Dear me! We Tooks and Brandybucks, we can't live long on the heights." "No," said Merry. "I can't. Not yet, at any rate. But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honor them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in peace but for them, whether he knows about them or not. I am glad I know about them, a little. But I don't know why I am talking like this. Where is that leaf?" — J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head and something a round belly. For my voice -- I have lost it with hallooing and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not. The truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. — 2 Henry IV 1.2.185-92

The scribes on all the people shove And bawl allegiance to the state, But they who love the greater love Lay down their life: they do not hate. — Wilfred Owen, "At a Calvary Near the Ancre"

But one thing is certain. Man himself, at the very least, is music, a brave theme that makes music also of its vast accompaniment, its matrix of storms and stars. Man himself in his degree is eternally a beauty in the eternal form of things. It is very good to have been man. And so we may go forward together with laughter in our hearts, and peace, thankful for the past, and for our own courage. For we shall make after all a fair conclusion to this brief music that is man. — Olaf Stapledon, Last and First Men

History adds that before or after dying he found himself in the presence of God and told Him: "I who have been so many men in vain want to be one and myself." The voice of the Lord answered from a whirlwind: "Neither am I anyone; I have dreamt the world as you dreamt your work, my Shakespeare, and among the forms in my dream are you, who like myself are many and no one." — Jorge Luis Borges, "Everything and Nothing"

And there seems to be so much strength in me now that I shall overcome all things, all suffering, so that I may say, say to myself every moment: I am! In thousands of agonies—I am, writhing on the rack—but I am! I may sit in prison but I, too, exist, I see the sun; and if I do not see the sun, I know that it is. And to know that the sun is—that alone is the whole of life. — Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

For granted once the old way of Apollo Sings in a man, he may then, if he's able, Strike unafraid whatever strings he will Upon the last and wildest of new lyres; Nor out of his new magic, though it hymn The shrieks of dungeoned hell, shall he create A madness or a gloom to shut quite out A cleaving daylight, and a last great calm Triumphant over shipwreck and all storms. — E.A. Robinson, "Ben Jonson Entertains a Man from Stratford"

Je ne scais comme la réprésentation de ton image me vient si souvent devant les yeux de mon cueur, car de jour et de nuit toutes mes pensées imaginations ne sont aultres sinon pensées à toy. — Jean Créton, writing to Richard II, 1402

O cry created as the bow of sin Is drawn across our trembling violin. O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain. O law drummed out by hearts against the still Long winter of our intellectual will. That what has been may never be again. O flute that throbs with the thanksgiving breath Of convalescents on the shores of death. O bless the freedom that you never chose. O trumpets that unguarded children blow About the fortress of their inner foe. O wear your tribulation like a rose. — W.H. Auden, "Song for St. Cecilia's Day"

#this quote selection makes me sound way more religious than i actually am #i also had a really great header pic

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islanani-blog · 5 years

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Allow myself to introduce my....self...

Ok so, it’s a new year, time for a new look…it’s time to break the mold of the old and be cool with what’s new. Like that Tupac song goes…”it’s time for a change, let’s change the way we eat, let’s change the way we live, and let’s change the way we treat each other. You see the old ways wasn’t working so it’s on us to do what gotta do, to survive…”

The New Year tells me that it’s time for a change...it’s time to reintroduce myself. It’s time for IslaNani sucka’s! That sounds good, don’t it? IslaNani….it’s….it’s….well it’s the soul in my food, my travels, and how I feel when I see my family and friends. IslaNani is a state of mind, a sojourn of the spirit, very Metamucil…just close them eyes, take a deep breath and when you reopen them eyes, see the world for what it was intended to be…beautiful, loving, and filled with those we care about the most. So…what does all this mean? Shee-yit, it means I’m back fool! But I’m changing up the game while staying true to what got me here and that is sharing my passion for life, food, and still making dumb assed uncle jokes along the way. So, you ready? I’m ready! Let’s get down!!

Ok then, I recently got back from a 19 day trip to Hawai’i and I have to say it was transformative. Not Transformative like Bumblebee or Optimus Prime Rib…but like it provided me the chance to be with my family as we found new things to love about a place we have gone for the last 10 plus years. It was really cool to see new things and go on new adventures in a place that had become so familiar and laden with the same haunts each jaunt. Think of it like looking at yourself in the mirror all the time, same old you. You say to yourself “I’m good looking but it’s the same reflection every time.” Then one day you realize, “Hey, I have really nice ear lobes…those are some nicely shaped lobes. I never realized how good looking those things are. I’m gonna go out and show my badass lobes to the globe.” I also came away with a new found appreciation for my family relationships in general. We even made some new friends that we will be in touch with for years to come. That’s what got me thinking about a shake-up in my blog postings. I’m still sorting this out, but I feel like mixing up food and travel will be a nice blend. Basically when I travel, I find something good that I ate and I come home and cook it. So why not bring the two together? Food and travel go hand in hand like Charlie Brown and Snoopy, ball games and hot dogs, a white Speedon’t and that one European dude at the beach playing badminton by himself for some reason…just matches made in heaven. I mean damn, they have a full channel dedicated to it. Not the European Dude Speedo Badminton Beach Championships (or the EDSBBC for short), but you know…travel. One day I’ll have to audition for one of those Travel Channel shows. We call it, “Can’t Take Him Anywhere Nice” starring Uncle Manny. But sadly, that dream will have to wait. Until then, I’m gonna show off some sweet Hawai’i pics and take on a couple different ways to prep up musubi as well as some egg rolls. So slap on those board shorts and that chef hat and let’s get to work motha sucka’s!

Egg Rollin’ with the Homies

Egg roll wrappers (thawed)

2 chicken breasts

1 bell pepper diced

1/2 onion diced

2 tbsp. of minced garlic

Taco seasoning to taste

This isn’t exactly a new one, but it’s something that the wife had on our last trip and she wanted me to make it for her. So to start, in a medium sized bowl, rub the chicken breasts with taco seasonings then put a little oil in a pan over medium-high heat and cook the chicken breast until done, about 10 minutes. Once done, remove from heat and place on a cutting board to cool. While those breastesses cool down, put the pan back on medium-high heat and add in the onion, garlic and bell pepper and cook for another 5 minutes. Remove from heat. Go back to the chicken and dice it up into small pieces, return the pan to the heat and mix in the chicken with the veggies and cook until it is all blended in. When done, set aside and allow to cool for about half an hour. While you wait, go like drink a beer or something. Once you have waited for half an hour, or about 4 beers (because 4 beers in half an hour is about right isn’t it?) take out the egg roll wrapper and place a couple spoonful’s of the mixture on the bottom corner. Wrap up the egg rolls and set on a cookie sheet, plate, or whatever flat surface you want to use. From here you can pan fry them in oil, or if you are one of those do-goody “I don’t fry stuff because I’m healthy, but I’ll bake the sh*t out of it” types then that’s cool too. Just put a little oil on a cookie sheet, brush a little oil on each egg roll and bake it at like 425 degrees or whatever temp you like. Me? I’m the “Fry-day is My-day” type so I puts ‘em in oil and eats ‘em up. If I wanted to be healthy I’d eat a salad and run a mile. So anyway, once these are done, you can set out some salsa for dipping or do it my way with a couple spoonfuls of sour cream mixed with Chipotle Tabasco for your dipping sauce. This recipe feels very Guy Fieri, but who gives a spit, they taste good cuz!

Don’t Worry, Musubi Happy

Steamed white rice (sushi rice preferred but jasmine is ok for musubi)

Nori sheets

Portuguese sausage

Salmon

Teriyaki sauce

Furikake

What you want to do first is steam the rice. While that steams, cut the sausage in long strips, then pan fry them on medium-high heat. They will be done when they are a little brown and slightly crispy. When done place on paper towels to cool but keep the oil from the sausage in the pan. Now put the salmon in that same pan and on the same heat, drizzle on some teriyaki sauce and cook on one side for about 8 minutes. Flip the salmon over, then, cook the other side for about 8 minutes, drizzling on more teriyaki sauce. When done, remove from pan and set on a plate. Next get the nori sheet and place on a sushi mat. Cover the nori with rice, salmon, and Portuguese sausage. Leave about an inch of space on the end of the nori so you can close and seal it. Sprinkle on a little Furikake and then roll it up in the mat. Taking a sharp knife, run it under some warm water and slice into equal-sized rounds. With every other cut, run the knife under warm water since this will help the knife cut through the nori and not tear away at it.

So there it goes…my first post of the New Year. Hope it was fun and informative because if not, too bad, it only goes downhill from here my dudes and dudettes! If you decide to try these recipes at home, just take your time with it and have fun. If you have kids, encourage them to help. Give them the hot oil and frying pans as well as the sharp knives, then, leave them unattended while you go fetch another drink. Nooo! I’m kidding! Let them turn the oven on too…all right y’all, until next time, be cool.

As promised, I have a sweet ass video of Hawai'i! Turns out my inlaw's neighbor works for a great ocean excursion company called Trident Adventures and they took us out for a cruise early after Christmas. You can find them at www.tridentadventures.com and they are worth checking out. They had plenty of snacks and drinks for the kiddos plus they are just very nice people. The crew is great and run by military Vets so you get to be out on the water with our nation's finest. I guess the crew of Hawai'i 5-O was out on the boat as well as the dude from Aquaman so they have a pretty swank clientele list. Even Z list stars like me (I was in a Hollywood movie about Prefontaine for like point zero 2 seconds). Even though I didn't sign any autographs that day, the kids had a blast and saw half of the supporting cast from Finding Nemo. I'm talking full on Honu, Whales, small fishies...but hey, we were just around the corner from Disney's Aulani so it made sense...

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Today’s Poem

Wet-weather Talk --James Whitcomb Riley

It hain't no use to grumble and complane; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice.— When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, W'y rain's my choice.

Men ginerly, to all intents— Although they're apt to grumble some— Puts most theyr trust in Providence, And takes things as they come— That is, the commonality Of men that's lived as long as me Has watched the world enugh to learn They're not the boss of this concern.

With some, of course, it's different— I've saw young men that knowed it all, And didn't like the way things went On this terrestchul ball;— But all the same, the rain, some way, Rained jest as hard on picnic day; Er, when they railly wanted it, It mayby wouldn't rain a bit!

In this existunce, dry and wet Will overtake the best of men— Some little skift o' clouds'll shet The sun off now and then.— And mayby, whilse you're wundern who You've fool-like lent your umbrell' to, And want it—out'll pop the sun, And you'll be glad you hain't got none!

It aggervates the farmers, too— They's too much wet, er too much sun, Er work, er waitin' round to do Before the plowin' 's done: And mayby, like as not, the wheat, Jest as it's lookin' hard to beat, Will ketch the storm—and jest about The time the corn's a-jintin' out.

These-here cy-clones a-foolin' round— And back'ard crops!—and wind and rain!— And yit the corn that's wallerd down May elbow up again!— They hain't no sense, as I can see, Fer mortuls, sech as us, to be A-faultin' Natchur's wise intents, And lockin' horns with Providence!

It hain't no use to grumble and complane; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice.— When God sorts out the weather and sends rain, W'y, rain's my choice.

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saigon-nam-nam · 4 years

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One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do, determined to save the only life that you could save. Mary Oliver The Journey

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Cái ngày mà cả bụng dạ lẫn miệng mồm đều ngoác ra cười sau khi biết con đường mình cần phải đi vào lúc này tưởng đã lâu lắc từ năm nào, ngó lại mới được đâu chừng bốn tháng.

Mình đang ở đâu đó của một phần ba bài thơ. Mưa gió bão bùng, cây gãy ngập lối. Mình bước rồi té rồi đứng lên rồi lại vấp sấp ngửa. Vừa thấy hài vừa thấy bi. Nhưng mà đâu có làm khác được haha hihi hehe huhu

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Strangely as it sounds, while seemingly cannot see my place in this bustling city, between walls, I genuinely know where I stand, perhaps sit, within a tribe, among the green.

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The following is something I wrote all the way back in 2014 on an old blog. It was also published on GonzoToday.com. Enjoy!

The Big Apple, Or: Small Town Kid Meets The City

Portland’s unofficial slogan might be “Keep Portland Weird,” but for New York it is just a mutual understanding among the locals. When you have a population of over 8,000,000 people, Weird is naturally going to be a demographic the politicians will have to cater to along with the Rich and the Poor and 1,000 shades in between.

It doesn’t matter where you call home, if it isn’t New York City, the natives are going to think you’re from some second-rate BFE. Tell them you’re from the South and all of a sudden you’re an inbred yokel who’s confused by flashing lights and that food can be cooked without lard. And probably worst of all, they suspect you voted for a Bush or a Romney.

Besides flashing lights, the City has a lot to offer. It’s Sodom and Gomorrah and Disney World rolled into one, just with more corporate sponsors. If you’re an average Joe Schmo, be sure to see the sights. If you’re wealthy and haven’t fulfilled your dream of finally shitting gold, be sure to check out Serendipity 3 and order the $1,000 Golden Opulence Sundae. You’ll be dropping 23-carat nuggets in no time. Just be sure to give them a two-day heads up and they will even let you keep the Baccarat Harcourt crystal goblet that the sundae came in. So bring the kids and the missus. A life’s savings wouldn’t hurt, either.***

When apartment hunting, you can skip Manhattan. The likelihood of you and yours being able to find and afford anything there with your entry-level jobs isn’t impossible, only mathematically improbable. For the price of a studio in Manhattan with a note stating that you can fit a bed and a dresser but no mention of a bathroom or kitchen, you can get a two bedroom in Queens.

Tourists might be amazed at all of the beautiful, fit youths walking around the City and susceptible to a rumor going around that this is because affordable apartments also require a gym membership. This isn’t because the landlords only want healthy, good looking tenants, but rather because they don’t have bathrooms or showers.

Queens isn’t so bad and if you work in the City all you have to do is hop on what is known to the locals as the Orient Express, the 7 train, and your half-hour commute will leave you 45 minutes late to work. The train also runs local stops if you wanted to be delayed even longer before getting to work. The MTA personnel will reassure you that any and all delays are due to a sick passenger or train traffic ahead of us or both at the same time. People who buy ad space in the trains can sleep easy at night knowing that hundreds of people are familiarizing themselves with the advertisements and pondering if they have the correct career or bra size. At least half of them work, I applied to be a teaching fellow six months after moving here.

Queens, once one of the largest strongholds for the largest Irish communities in the City, has now been transformed into a confused schizophrenic who still believes it is still Irish deep down inside but is actually split between its own Hispanic and Asian personalities on any given day. Young residents of certain communities in Queens are proudly claiming their area is being gentrified, a term thrown around by young Americans hoping that their surroundings will eventually become white-washed and the new hot-spot for 20-something year old hipsters with brewpubs and gourmet BBQ restaurants and a price hike in our rent.

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Nothing is more welcoming to a new city than having your new New York City apartment burgled while you are at work. If you don’t have time for the 3-hour waiting period for the cops to show up, take it from me, tell the poor saps at 911 that your handgun was stolen. Your wait-time will be cut down to a bare-bone 10 minutes with police lights blazing and not one but two patrol cars if not more depending on how busy the cops are that night.

The downside to getting this speedy police service is that guns are basically outlawed here. Just to have a handgun in your house you need a slew of permits and bureaucratic paperwork. Forget about purchasing one in the City legally. The cops will be the first to tell you that they often go to New Jersey, where gun laws are more relaxed, to pick up their own service weapons since even they can’t stand to deal with the New York laws.

After being cuffed and uncuffed and told we were just going for a ride to the precinct to speak to the captain, just to have a little talk about the details of the robbery, and to report the handgun and other items as stolen, I ended up being booked for a misdemeanor. I was lucky that there weren’t any bullets, I was told. That’s a felony charge. The police locked me up in a holding cell next to a sign strategically placed by the cell stating that if you have a gun that you can drop it off no questions asked and receive $25 for the deposit. Just some light reading after you have been locked up.

Various officers came in and talked to me off and on between reports and phone calls. One came over and leaned on the bars to the cell and started questioning me about the make and model, what kind of wood the handle had, and if I was satisfied with the gun itself. He was thinking of getting one himself but wasn’t sure if he was going to go with that model or a Colt. He was a fan of Westerns and dreamed of being a cowboy. He said: “You’ll be alright. They’ll go easy on you, I bet. Just remember you aren’t in Kansas anymore, as they say.”

At 3:40 am, two officers came in with a fat white man in his mid-thirties and a black male prostitute in drag. They had been caught in the act in his car with what they believed was cocaine. It was then decided that I would be more comfortable at central booking and the same two cops that just strolled in with the fat man and prostitute cuffed me, again, cutting off circulation to my fingers. The marks and bruises would last a week, marks of initiation into an age-old brotherhood of criminals and wrongdoers and those just in the wrong place at the right time.

First, you are put in one cell. Then another. Then it is time for your mug shot and checking in. There’s no way to take a good mug shot. You’ll always end up looking like a crazed Nick Nolte no matter what your race or gender is.

After all this, you are then placed in yet another cell. Here I got to meet the people I’d be spending the day with. From this cell we had a good view of the TV. The news was running a story about how Ariel Castro had committed suicide by hanging himself with bedsheets in his own prison cell. Someone asked who the hell this cracker was and why we should give a shit. “Asshole, he’s the president of Puerto Rico. Dumb motherfucker.”

“Why they got the president locked up in the first place?”

“What the fuck I look like, huh? Some shit that reads the paper? Shee-yit.”

A lady with a clipboard came around and asked for those with jobs to make a line at the bars. “Name of company, address, and telephone number.” When it was my turn, I couldn’t remember the address or telephone number of my employers. I told the lady that and asked what this was for. “Do you have a job or not, and if so, what is their name, address, and telephone number?” It was apparent– they weren’t there for shits and giggles or kind understanding. One poor soul was supposed to start his job that very morning. The lady with the clipboard’s advice, “Well, start looking for something else, son.”

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At first, no one gave a shit about the others there until someone brought up warrants. “You got warrants?” “Oh, yeah, how many warrants you got?” And so on. This cut the tension in the air and those that spoke English (which was the majority of us except for two Chinese guys and three Mexicans). Pretty soon it was a social gathering and all were partaking in the pissing contest that were our crimes. One guy had actually pissed on a cop. He couldn’t hold it while waiting on the train and took a leak off of an above-ground station. As fate would have it, a cop was standing below him being showered upon. As fate would also have it, he had two outstanding warrants. Another was arrested because his girlfriend said he was abusing her, smacking her around at home, but, as he put it, he was going to get off since it was his word against hers… and her friend’s who also saw it. There were also two rowdy drunks with three shoes between them. The missing shoe had been tossed at a cop outside of a bar. The shoe pitcher was easily caught. According to him, it is pretty damn hard to outrun the cops with only one loafer. His friend was arrested for telling the cops to “take it easy.” For the rest of the morning they celebrated their camaraderie until they both sobered up, and we learned they weren’t friends at all and had actually never seen each other before that evening.

Probably the unluckiest person there was Jamel. Jamel had been staying at a motel somewhere as a meeting point for him and his lady. He let us know that that day he had to make multiple trips to the nearest gas station for pop and chips. A 30-minute walk in both directions and he had done this at least 4, maybe 5 times that day. Around 7 o’clock, his lady called him up to let him know that she had a friend that would be joining them for their rendezvous. Jamel, tired of making all those damn trips to the gas station and noticing he needed more chips and pop and “roll-ons” for this endeavor, decided to borrow a car that had been idling outside his room. By his report, the car had been there all day, just running. So, he borrowed it and came right back only to find that the cops were waiting for him and snatched him up even though he felt some of them understood his story and even commented that they might have done the same if they were in his shoes. There he was, stuck in holding in Queens, and his lady and her friend waiting for him at a motel somewhere probably just watching TV and eating his chips.

It was around this time that I got my joint nickname. Racially speaking, we were our own Rainbow Coalition, but I was the odd man out. The song “One of these things is not like the others” being sung by giddy Muppets comes to mind. For the rest of our time together, I was known as “White Boy” by my cell mates.

“White Boy, what you get locked up for?”

“Hey all, White Boy got busted for gun possession. Only White Boy would be arrested for gun possession while not possessing a gun because he called the cops on himself.”

“White Boy, your dad got a lawyer? You gotta sue the pigs and then you remember me and we’ll have one hell of a cookout. Yup, White Boy, we’ll live it up big time. Big time.”

We were finally moved to the final holding cells to await our meetings with our public defenders. The hallway is long and has cells on both sides facing each other. We were crammed in a cell with at least 20 other people in them, most of them laid out on the floor using their shoes as pillows. At about 6:30, they served breakfast. The meal would be the same at lunch and dinner. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all three meals. These sandwiches were made from stale bread and the jelly of a single grape and the butter of maybe two or three peanuts. Those not hungry enough to try to eat these sandwiches used them to play a game. The game consisted of seeing who could get theirs to stick to the ceiling. This game then turned into a game that consisted of seeing whose sandwich would stick there the longest. From the looks of it, this wasn’t a game that had just been thought up by us.

These cells have a single aluminum toilet that also serves as a drinking fountain. Only one of us braved to use the thing in either function. And he decided to undress for the experience.

Bit by bit, little by little, people left us and were believed to have been set free. From the original gang, the cop-pisser-on-er was let go first. Then the shoe thrower. Though his “comrade” was left behind and was still there when I left. Towards the end it was just Jamel, the comrade, and I still there. We were joined by two more, but by now our cell was looking pretty thinned-out and conversation was getting kind of boring since we had discussed our cases through and through and we were all now experts on the law after listening to the narrations of veterans of the system. These two new guys were a release from our boredom. One had brought two cigarettes and matches that he had hidden under his testicles. No one took him up on his offer of sharing one. After a while, he decided he didn’t need to get busted smoking by a guard. The other guy came in bragging about getting busted with coke while he was getting serviced by a prostitute. He told the story over and over again, prouder of himself with each telling, happy that the others were eating it up. He looked over to me and said, “Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere.”

“Yeah, I was in the holding cell when they brought you in.”

After that, he didn’t seem to like sharing his story anymore. Hubris taken down a notch. Which has my vote as the City’s unofficial slogan.

Dr. Kurt Doonesbury November 7th, 2k14

P.S. All charges were dropped. A lack of possession set me free.

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forgot i got tagged in this thanks @aleclightwoodisbetterthanyou!!!!!!!!!

Total 2016 Word Count: 79059 Total 2016 Hits: i dont have my hit counter turned on lol Other 2016 AO3 Stats: User Subscriptions:15

Kudos:2982

Comment Threads:320

Bookmarks:485

Subscriptions:107

links and titles to 2016 works: (updated/posted in 2016)

don't be afraid if there's no wind (ats)

and my distant heart (babylon 5)

as if we wished on the same star (best friends whenever)

i've loved in shades of wrong (btvs)

i've been waiting desperately (and my heart is here right next to me) (girl meets world)

bang! bang! (great comet)

feeling all my hunger (great comet)

grandloves (great comet)

i believe in anything that brings you back home to me (great comet)

you're quite a heartbeat (great comet)

i enjoyed and i devoured (great comet)

in beauty there echoes a speck of our source (orphan black)

it's a love story, baby, just say yes (shadowhunters)

if you wonder about me too (shadowhunters)

VAMPIRE SMILE (shadowhunters)

if this world won't last (shadowhunters)

before you say the night is over (shadowhunters)

tendons too torn to beg (for you to let me back in) (shadowhunters)

love their touch again (shadowhunters)

know you so well (shadowhunters)

humanlike (shadowhunters)

broken reflections (shadowhunters)

centuries old (shadowhunters)

broken wings (shadowhunters)

in your life you were / statuesque (shadowhunters)

fairy dust on bookshelves (shadowhunters)

don't leave me tongue tied (shadowhunters)

tiny stories in between (shadowhunters)

mask of beauty (shadowhunters)

wolves (shadowhunters)

you are so good for me (i love you, i love you, i love you) (shadowhunters)

in time (shadowhunters)

when blood meets water (shadowhunters)

little ribs around you (shadowhunters)

aching bones (shadowhunters)

you annoy me daily (but you still fucking amaze me) (shadowhunters)

i'll fake god, i'll fake god (shadowhunters)

they never touch your blood & guts (shadowhunters)

i've got my love stuck (shadowhunters)

exit wounds (shadowhunters)

Favorite Fic: Definitely VAMPIRE SMILE.

Hardest Fic: probably yit’s a love story baby just say yes simply because it took me literal months to write lmao

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2017? yes but maybe i should finish the ones in my inbox first

What was the best thing about 2016? my writing definitely evolved a lot in 2016!!

What was the worst thing about 2016? months and months of writers block lmao

Goals for 2017: finish the season 2 project basically. continually improve my wrriting. thats it basically

yep im tagging @supercorpau and @pansimon even tho it’s 2017 already yep ok bye

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Nestled in a stunning valley surrounded by streams, mountains and vineyards you’ll find Walla Walla, Washington. The area is often described as being one of the most fertile pieces of land in the nation, producing crops such as asparagus, wheat, strawberries and the much-loved Walla Walla sweet onions. That said, it’s the wine that draws people to visit the area.

With over 120 wineries producing world-class wines of all variations, Walla Walla should be on every wine lovers list of destinations to explore. You can easily spend weeks exploring the vineyards but there is so much more to do in the wine country when you venture beyond the vines.

Top 12 things to do in Walla Walla… beyond the vines

1. Morning Trip to Fort Walla Walla Museum Start the day with a trip through history when you visit the Fort Walla Walla Museum. Set on the grounds of a 19th-century military farm, this museum offers an amazing educational experience for the whole family across 15 acres of land.

Living history performances take place every day in its authentic pioneer village, and there are even life-sized replicas of thirty-three-mule teams responsible for pulling the Harris combine. If you’re looking for fun and interesting things to do in Walla Walla, this is a great way to start an exciting day.

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2. Take a Hike in the Blues Love hiking and experiencing natural beauty? One of the best things to do in Walla Walla is to take a hike through the Blues! Follow Mill Creek Road to Tiger Canyon and you’ll get the best views of this amazing canyon with its north-facing slopes, wildflowers, and ponderosa pine trees.

There are many other trails to choose from, too. There’s the Umatilla National Forest that offers an even more incredible view of Walla Walla’s natural beauty, as well as trails across Table Rock, North Fork, and beyond.

3. Morning Golf Like a PGA Pro Why not start the day with a round of golf at the Wine Valley Golf Club? This course is one of five PGA qualifiers in the world. If you love golf – or just a good view – book a tee time and get your blood pumping, breathe in that fresh country air at this stunning venue designed by Dan Hixson.

With rolling hills, weekly specials, and a fabulous restaurant that offers great food and drink, it’s the perfect way to exercise and get physical without feeling like you’re working out. f you’re a golf lover and you’re looking for things to do in Walla Walla, this is one stop you should not miss!

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4. Experience Walla Walla’s Distilleries and Breweries Walla Walla is known for more than just its amazing wineries and vineyards…it’s also a hub for breweries and distilleries. When looking for things to do in Walla Walla, be sure to stop by the Burwood Brewing Company.

Here you can sample local craft ales, see how the beer is made, and even enjoy events where they bring in food trucks and host fun gatherings. DW Distilling’s tasting room is another fantastic place to sample some locally-made brandy.

5. See the Sculptures Walla Walla boasts a huge range of public sculptures that are scattered throughout multiple walking tour paths. The Whitman Sculpture Walk takes you through all of these great sculptures, showing you the delights of the 2002 Deborah Butterfield sculpture ‘Stux’, made of driftwood and cast bronze.

You’ll also see the PE-WA-OO-YIT, otherwise known as the Treaty Rock, which was a gift in 1955 from the Cayuse, Yakima, Nez Perce, Umatilla and Walla Walla tribes that commemorated the signing of the treaties with the American government in 1855.

Many other sculptures tell a story of Walla Walla’s incredible history, and others incorporate contemporary art designs, making the Whitman Sculpture Walk a must-do activity.

Photo provided by Visit Walla Walla

6. Discover French-Canadian History There is a lot of French-Canadian history to experience in Walla Walla, and you can see it all for yourself at the Frenchtown Historic site. This was originally the homeland of the Cayuse and Walla Walla tribes, and it is where French-Canadian voyageurs first settled with the Métis families in 1823.

Later, in 1855, the land became the site of the historic Battle of Walla Walla. Visit the Frenchtown Historic Site and you’ll see amazing examples of history including a cabin that is believed to be the oldest example of a French-Canadian construction in the entire state, and the famous St. Rose Cemetery.

7. Pioneer Park Walla Walla is home to 15 parks with the oldest being Pioneer Park, established in 1902. What makes this park unique is the man who designed it – Frederick Law Olmstead – he is known as the father of landscape architecture and the designer of New York City’s Central Park. Walla Walla isn’t nearly as hustle and bustle as NYC but the 46-acres of open space at Pioneer Park still provides the same peaceful escape for a growing town. If you visit, make sure to check out the free outdoor aviary as it provides an entertaining and educational exhibit of waterfowl and land-dwelling birds. (Kids will love it!)

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8. Find Fresh Produce at the Farmers Market Love fresh produce and want to experience life as a local? Head down to the Walla Walla Valley Farmer’s Market on Orchard Street, where you’ll find farm-fresh veggies, meat, eggs, and even flowers. There are many artisan food stalls and independent stores offering amazing locally made products too.

9. Kirkman House Museum Experience even more local history at the Kirkman House Museum, a real-life example of how the better half lived in the 1800s. This is a stunning and luxurious 1880s mansion that was built during a period of huge economic growth. It is one of the most beautiful remaining Victorian structures in the area and it’s open for you to see, inside and out.

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10. Take a Walking Tour of Boyer Avenue Enjoy a walk and experience local culture and history at the same time by taking a walking tour of Boyer Avenue. The route will take you along Boyer Avenue right up to Whiteman College, passing by many historic local homes, Pioneer Park, some of the State Record Trees of Walla Walla, and even the site of the 1855 Treaty Council. It is around three miles, but the walk is well worth it if you want to get a feel of the history and lifestyle of locals in the area.

11. Shop Until You Drop in the Historic Downtown Downtown is the heartbeat of Walla Walla and the historic Main Street is buzzing with art galleries, wine tasting rooms, coffee shops, restaurants, and super cute boutiques. (Our favorite is Thirty Fifth + Butter.)

Much to the delight of locals and visitors, the National Trust for Historic Preservation presented the city with its Great American Main Street Award back in 2001. With its warm ambiance and hipster vibe, historic downtown Walla Walla is the place to be for shopping and people watching…and a little wine tasting if you want to hit one of the many tasting rooms.

12. Enjoy Live Theater Performances Walla Walla boasts a number of amazing and historic theaters where you can see live music concerts, fundraising events, theatre productions, comedy, and so much more. The Gesa Power House Theater is a popular venue inside a renovated former utility station that today boasts regular performances and community events. The Little Theater of Walla Walla is another amazing place to see productions, and given they’ve been doing it since 1944; you can bet they know what they’re doing!

What are your favorite things to do in Walla Walla? Let us know in the comments.

Looking for more ideas on things to do in Walla Walla? See our Walla Walla Wine Travel Guide.

Top 12 things to do in Walla Walla…beyond the vines Nestled in a stunning valley surrounded by streams, mountains and vineyards you’ll find Walla Walla, Washington. The area is often described as being one of the most fertile pieces of land in the nation, producing crops such as asparagus, wheat, strawberries and the much-loved Walla Walla sweet onions.

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