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baby-angel-face-4u · 1 year

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Life can hand you delicacies or lemons. It is what you make out of your circumstances and how you perceive your world around you that makes that choice.

I was handed delicacy after delicacy in a not so conventional fashion. I refuse to wear a sourpuss lemon pucker and I dined on surf and turf lobster and steak learning to eat sushi.

In highschool I had went to a male friend’s house with my two girlfriends. We had taken in a few swigs of alcohol & tried a puff or two of marijuana. We had not enough of either to be tipsy but the second hand smoke filled the room and I took a dare in the bedroom with a close long time male friend that was there.We were all three in a goofy mood. Not so wise a thing to do not on birth control seventeen years old. Something had gotten into us 17 year olds. We were fiesty cats that night ready to breed kittens.

Well after that I was sick puking at home. I was depressed sitting around not wanting to go out with my friends anymore. My parents both thought I was pregnant and took me to the doctor. I was pregnant.

I did not know anything to do but to go to Christ. I wanted a beautiful baby and to be a good mother. We prayed as a family and I found a job. I did not touch any alcohol, cig’s, or any drugs while pregnant.

The father of the baby was too young and out of sorts with his life to be involved. He was a drug induced partier. He was not a Christian. I was not with my Christian friends the night I got pregnant but had God with me.

I continued to pray at church. I got a job at a doctor office and went to the doctor. The OBGYN filled me with tons of pregnancy magazines that taught me how to eat and live life to have a healthy baby.

My mom & I went to Lamaze classes together. I learned how to breathe and handle the pains of childbirth. God was with me. I changed churches and was in a Sunday School Bible study where I was surrounded by Gods love.

I was showered with gifts for my unborn baby. My mom threw me a baby shower in the basement of her house. The ladies of the doctor office I worked at threw me a surprise baby shower in another home basement. Then the Sunday school Bible group threw me a baby shower at the church.

I was excited for my baby & had everything for my baby equipped from my doctor & the college I was attending my senior year of highschool for the baby.

I was studying psychology and went in depth in children, early education, & child rearing. I learned a positive reward system and not to lose it with whippings & yelling. I also studied the book, “How to Have A Smarter Baby”. I got that book as a shower gift. I loved it!

My baby was born Februrary 21, 1995. I was a proud mother. Since I was so active & in Lamaze my birth was easy. I was young 18 years old and the delivery only took two and a half hours.

I held my baby in my arms and all she had was the hiccups. I had a healthy baby. I named her Kaylah Nichole Campbell. I held my baby Kaylah in my arms & loved & rocked her. We bonded.

I listened to classical music while she was in my belly to have a smart baby. I used red, white, & black blocks that the book “How to Have a Smarter Baby” taught me to use to build her perception & intelligence. Kaylah was a joy.

After working at the doctor office I got a job as a waitress. I waited tables a few days a week & went to college full time. I found a loving father for her that was a welder for his dad’s factory & we spoiled her.

I got Kaylah lots of fun learning and ‘just for play’ toys & fed her super healthy food & took her to church. I got married and I raised her in Munster & then Crown Point of Indiana where we had a condo then a nice home in Crown Point, Indiana.

Kaylah was a straight A student from Kindergarten to Highschool. My husband and I got her in dance. She did tap, ballet, & acrobats. She bowled on the bowling team. She took tennis lessons & took swim lessons all in Elelmentary School.

Life was good.

Kaylah was on free tv for NYC skaters at Jeannie’s dance academy. When she got older she was in choir doing choreography & and on the traveling volleyball team.

Kaylah went to college and studied nursing while working as a cashier then waitress & did a few modeling gigs for her hair and clothes.

I was a single mother from up from her birth until she was four & then again from when she was ten to present. I also worked four years in her school as a paraprofessional in the elementary special education in Crown Point & Hobart Indiana.

I did not force anyone to pay child support. I mainly supported her on my own income with some help from my parents.

Kaylah is a very blessed individual.

I raised Kaylah in church like Awanas, Youth Group, & Vacation Bible School in the nondenominational churches. We did sing along song classes together when she was a toddler and I took her to parks activities at ponds to get to know the ecosystem.

Kaylah is currently happily married in a two bedroom apartment with two step children working as a receptionist at a veterinary clinic. She is going to have children of her own with her husband,

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Kaylah’s husband Ricky is a manager at Red Robin. Kaylah & Ricky give me great pleasure and joy. They are well adjusted in life doing real well. God has blessed me & I am super grateful.

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cadence-talle · 4 years

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Roses Linger With A Sigh

Pairing: Alvar Vacker/Ruy Ignis

Wordcount: 1,786

Notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while and I finally worked up the motivation to finish it. Enjoy! (Also: Walgreens is a convenience/drugstore and the BBG is a public garden in Brooklyn.)

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @clearlykeefitz, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @molly-sencen, @lemontarto, @appalyneinstitute1, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @linhamon-roll, @hyperlollypop, @never-ever-too-many-fandoms, @keeper-of-the-lost-queers, @impostertamsong, @vibing-in-the-void

“Fuck Walgreens,” Ruy growls, slamming his hands down on the counter. His only employee, a young woman named Umber who’s always wearing black hoodies, doesn’t even flinch.

“They’re marketing them as The Best Roses in NYC,” she informs him in a bored tone. “And they’ve got lines up the block.”

“Ugh.” Ruy gags. “They’re probably not even natural roses.”

Umber shrugs, tallying another mark on her inventory sheet. She’s not much of a talker, and she has a tendency to scare small children, but she’s a good worker. And it’s not like Ruy had much of a hiring choice, anyway. Very few people want to work in a flower shop.

“This is going to destroy our monthly budget,” Ruy groans. “Valentines is our busiest time of year.”

“Yep,” Umber says.

“We don’t even need that much money! Rent isn’t even that high! All we need is, like, a few hundred dollars a month! Is that too much to ask?”

“Yep.”

Ruy sighs. “Can you work the counter this morning? I’m going over there to see for myself.”

“Sure,” Umber responds absently. “Don’t get distracted by the cute guy.”

“The what?” Ruy blinks.

“Never mind.” Umber waves a hand towards the door. “Have fun.”

-/-

Two and a half minutes later, he stands inside Walgreens, staring at the display of roses. Sure enough, they’re chemically altered- larger than normal roses, petals too red to be natural. Ruy supposes they’re pretty, in a shiny plastic way.

“Can I help you?”

Ruy spins around to see an employee, clad in the stereotypical blue shirt, giving him a bland smile. His nametag reads Alvar.

(He is also extremely hot. Ruy chooses to ignore this fact.)

“No. I’m fine.” Ruy responds icily. “Just great, actually.”

“Okay,” Alvar says. “Tell me if you need anything, I guess.”

He turns away and manages to take two steps before Ruy calls “Actually, hey! What are these?” He points to the rose display.

“Uh.” Alvar blinks. “Flowers?”

“No,” Ruy shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. Those are not flowers. They’re aliens. They’re disgusting.”

“Sir,” Alvar starts, calm tone beginning to slide into annoyance. “Please stop shouting about the flowers.”

“Stop calling them flowers, then!”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave the store,” he says. “Or we can have security escort you. Your choice.”

Ruy snorts. “Like I want to be here anyway. Have a nice day with your fake flowers.” He marches towards the door as Alvar turns into the makeup aisle, muttering under his breath about crazy fucking customers.

-/-

“And then he just kicked me out. Like I was a piece of trash or something!” Ruy stabs a tulip into the floral foam, making sure it’s standing up straight. On the other side of the store, Umber wraps a bouquet in paper and sets it in a bucket of water, waiting for pickup.

“I don’t even know why I’m so hung up on it, either. I just- he was so rude-”

“You think he’s hot,” Umber says bluntly, “and you hate yourself for thinking he’s hot.”

Ruy stares at her. “What-”

“You’re very easy to read.” Umber stands up, grabbing her lunch container from the back area. “I’m going on my lunch break now.”

“It’s four in the afternoon.”

Umber shrugs and ducks outside. Through the slightly-vine-obscured window, Ruy can see her heading towards the coffee shop a few doors down. He sighs and moves into the back room, gathering up some more soil for their potted plants.

He hears the doorbell chime and he calls “just a second!”, grabbing soil bags at double the pace.

“Why are we here again?” an oddly familiar voice asks. Ruy can’t quite place it. He turns to move back into the shop, peering through the gap between the soil bags. There’s a teal-eyed girl standing there, rolling her eyes at someone out of Ruy’s sight.

“It’s Mom and Liv’s anniversary tomorrow,” she tells whoever’s standing next to her, “and you haven’t gotten them anything.”

“I was just going to pick up a box of chocolates or something. God knows work has enough of them.”

The girl wrinkles her nose. “No one wants your shitty Walgreens chocolate.”

“It’s not that bad-” whoever’s talking stops suddenly as Ruy staggers into the room, setting down the soil bags and brushing his hands together.

“Sorry about that,” he says, glancing down at the soil one more time before looking up at his customers. “What can I…”

Alvar from Walgreens stares at him, eyes wide.

“Oh,” Ruy says cooly. “You.”

The girl- Alvar’s sister? She looks way too young to be his sister- raises an eyebrow. “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Alvar says at the same time Ruy says “Unfortunately.”

The other man glares at Ruy, jaw twitching. “We’ve… met.” He says finally. “Biana, can we just buy the flowers and get out of here?”

Biana looks at her brother, smirk pulling the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, sure,” she responds. “What do you think? Lilies?”

“I actually don’t care,” Alvar says, following her into one of the aisles. Ruy watches them, eyes wide.

What the fuck.

Biana sets a pot of lilies on the counter, smiling sunnily at him. “Just these, thank you.” Ruy nods and rings them up, mumbling out a “have a good day” as the two leave. The bell behind them chimes merrily.

What the fuck.

-/-

He’s still confused the next day when Biana enters the store again, still smiling but this time with a tiny blond girl beside her. They’re talking at a speed Ruy can’t even comprehend, and Umber wrinkles her nose.

“You take care of this,” she says. “I don’t like kids.”

Ruy doesn’t answer; working with Umber, you get used to stuff like that. He gives the girls in front of him his best customer grin.

“Good morning, what can I get for you?”

Biana shakes her head. “Nothing. Well, nothing right now, at least.” She tilts her head towards one of the signs in their window. “You do flowers for events, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Ruy says. Biana pumps a fist and hands him a folded piece of paper.

“Ok, that’s all the information. We’re having a party in the BBG on Wednesday night, and we need flower arrangements.”

Ruy is pretty sure the BBG makes flower arrangements, but he’s not going to argue with business. “All right. You need to pay up front, though.”

Biana produces a credit card (who are these girl’s parents?) and waves a cheery goodbye. Ruy flips open the paper.

Wednesday, 7:00-11:00 pm. Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Client: Della Vacker. Fifteen bouquets of marigolds.

And a note, scrawled at the bottom in perfect slanted script:

Feel free to come dance. -BV

“Hey, Umber,” Ruy calls. “What do you think of a party Wednesday night?” Umber pokes her head out of the fertilizer aisle.

“Can I wear a suit?”

-/-

The Brooklyn Botanical Garden’s conservatory is lit from the inside, strategically placed lamps and fairy lights hiding among plants and flowers. Ruy’s just finished hanging the last bouquet on a column when the doors open and the hosts enter.

First is a woman with long, sparkling braids, avidly talking to a woman who Ruy assumes to be Biana’s mother. Next is Biana and someone who must be her brother; same teal eyes, same wide smiles. And the fifth is…

Ruy should have expected this. Should have figured something was up when Biana called him the second time to make sure everything was in place, should have been suspicious he was being paid so much for such a simple job. But he didn’t think it was probable; what reason would this fifteen-year-old girl have to orchestrate such a thing?

Now he knows. Biana Vacker is just a terrible person, same as her oldest brother.

“Good evening,” Ruy says, stepping down off his ladder with one last tap to make sure the marigolds are secure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Vacker.”

“Della,” she corrects. “The flowers look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ruy smiles. “I’m afraid my assistant and I have to be going now, however-”

Umber appears next to him, giving Ruy a look that is both unconcerned and really angry. “You promised me a party,” she says calmly. “We have nowhere to be. We’re staying.”

It’s very hard to argue with Umber.

So six turns into seven, and the guests arrive, and people are celebrating… something. Ruy’s still unclear on what it is.

Umber is gone, off somewhere dancing or drinking or summoning demons (who knows what she does in her free time) and so Ruy is left leaning against a column, watching people dance by. It’s not fun, exactly, but it’s not too bad.

At least, it’s not too bad until Biana moves over to him, dragging a very annoyed Alvar.

“Look,” she says impatiently. “If you’re not going to dance, at least talk to your friend.”

“We’re not friends,” Alvar says in a tone akin to a frustrated five-year-old. Biana rolls her eyes.

“Whatever. I’m gonna go dance with Marella. Don’t set anything on fire.”

Alvar groans and leans against the column, closing his eyes briefly before turning to face Ruy.

“Do you want to dance?”

“I- what? Why?” Ruy sputters. Alvar shrugs.

“It’ll get Bi off my back. And you seem like the only one here who won’t talk my head off.”

Ruy considers. “You know what? Sure. Let’s dance.”

They sweep onto the floor as Ruy tries frantically to remember his middle school waltz lessons. Alvar jerks his head toward one of the bouquets hanging on the wall.

“Nice flowers. Walgreens roses are prettier, though.”

“They’re-” Ruy starts, noticing the corner of Alvar’s mouth twitching. He starts to laugh and Ruy joins in.

You’re right. The Walgreens roses are a joke.

“You know I actually don’t care about the roses, right?” Alvar asks when they’ve both calmed down. “They’re the worst.”

“Then why do you work with them?”

Alvar shrugs again, moving them across the dance floor with some sort of fancy box step Ruy can’t hope to replicate.

“I needed a job. Walgreens was hiring.”

“Oh.” Ruy thinks of his own store, shelves crowded with supplies they don’t have the time or manpower to organize. Before he knows it, his mouth opens. “Well, we could use an extra hand. Over at the store, I mean.”

“Are you offering me a job?” Alvar cocks an eyebrow at him. Ruy does his best not to flush.

“If you wanted one.”

Alvar flashes a quick, sharp grin and spins them around, dipping Ruy close to the floor.

“I think that sounds amazing.”

-/-

Walgreens beats them out for rose sales on Valentine’s. Ruy doesn’t even care.

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scribbling-stiks · 3 years

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Puppets Extras - Just a Bit of World Building

-Giving a creature a name gives it more power, hence why many of the creatures go unnamed

-Everyone's face is the flag of the country or state they are a resident of or were a resident of.

-If someone is not a resident of any country, they are blank until they become residents. ie. if they are born on a plane.

-If a person has dual citizenship, their flag will change based on which country they are in or stayed in most recently.

-The main visual difference between personifications and citizens is the eyes. Personifications have eyes that have a slight yellow glow, and the citizen's eyes are plain white.

-A second visual difference is that, for personifications, their flag's design can extend past their face.

-Simpler, color-based flags show up more vividly than the more complicated, picture-based ones.

-First-generation immigrants often, but don't always, keep their original flag. Second generations have fewer ethnic flags and third generations are completely based on their current citizenship.

-English is the language of international policies, hence why countries without a large population of English speakers can still communicate in fluent English

-Personifications and citizens alike can have the ability to do magic. The ability is not common.

-Personifications have stronger magic/more potential strength than citizens

-The states all have their own homes in their respective state. They only stay at the main house together during holidays or emergencies.

-The nickname "Mass-hole" came about during Thanksgiving when Massachusetts insisted on calling Pennsylvania "Penny." Eventually, Penn had enough and he shouted, "Shut the f*** up, Mass-hole!" It stuck and the states have used it ever since.

-All states know how to cook their regional food, and America knows how to cook any American based dish or popular dish that the states make.

-Some states are fluent in more than one language and America is as well. This is based on two reasons

>The current languages spoken by their citizens

>Any past mass immigration of foreign people

-Australia and New Zealand have met the states, but because of distance, they do not visit much

-The states call Australia "Spider-Man"

-Most countries have scars from a history of violence in their land. Russia keeps his arms covered because the scars on them are sensitive to touch. Most of the time, long sleeves are good enough, but if unavailable, he'll wrap them in dry, clean bandages.

-New York has a prosthetic leg. He lost his right leg and nearly lost the other during the events of 9/11/2001. His leg ends just below the knee and both legs are heavily scared. His prosthetic is life-like, and you wouldn't notice it was a prosthetic unless he exposes his legs.

-America made sure that all the states know how to swim. Hawaii is the best, closely followed by California and Florida.

-The monsters seen attacking Russia are not necessarily doing it for the same reasons.

-While America is gone, Dixie has attempted to take over his duties. Unfortunately, New York often has to get involved because of the arguments Dixie's involvement has caused with some of the other countries.

-Monsters can not perfectly imitate a person. The ones that are the most accurate at copying faces can not do it for long, and the mimicking cries of others always have strange distortions. Most of the monsters are imitating things to lure people toward them, but only have the intelligence of a wild animal.

-Most of the monsters that roam the North American continent are monitored by the personifications representing the different Native American tribes recognized by the Federal Government. These personifications do not typically interact with America or the states, but if worse comes to worst, they are willing to help.

-New York and New Jersey have the strangest relationship out of the states. The two are opposites but act as best friends. They will go from insulting each other to defending each other if anyone else tried to insult one of them. Jersey's more obnoxious tendencies are only tolerated by New York because he's New Jersey. If any of the other states tried blasting music into New York's office or room when he was on the phone, they would get a much larger reaction than just an annoyed look.

-Wisconsin is in charge of getting cheese, end of story.

-Most midwestern states know how to ride horses, and the southern states know how to grow produce and hunt.

-If someone finds a snake in the Big House, its Florida's problem to get rid of it.

>Alligators go to either Louisiana or Florida.

-During Hurricane season, the states that are heavily hit(Like Louisiana) get sick and are often bedridden until the damages begin to be fixed.

-New York handles most of the logistical things for his family.

-Florida was terrified the world was ending the first time he saw snow.

AND SOME MORE

America's magic runs on the same logic as Massachusetts, just to a lesser extent.

Nations heal the fastest, followed by states, and regular people heal the slowest. Sidenote: Texas, California, and Hawaii heal faster than the other states.

Alabama owns and modifies old cars. Most end up with rocket boosters attached. Indiana occasionally helps.

Countries(and states) all have at least one home in their country, but many have family homes centered between relatives. The larger the country, the more homes they own.

The idea that the USSR crumbled because of new freedoms giving to citizens is where I get my interpretation of Soviet. I read it as he was controlling when his kids were little, but once he realized his kids weren't happy, he backed off, and the USSR fell apart.

America was severely neglected as a child, so when he started finding states(small children) as a young teenager, he wanted to get rid of them. He didn't want them. But when he turns his back on Delaware, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey, their cries draw him back. They sounded so much like his own.

-"Daddy! Come back! Please." -"Where are you going? Why can't I come with you!" -"Daddy, wait!"

He vowed from then on to raise these kids as best as possible, and he made it a goal to do better than UK or England ever had. He likes to think he succeeded.

If a personification dies, their country crumbles. If the country crumbles, but the personification is still alive, they will become less powerful, but still amortal(meaning unable to die of disease or age).

Nevada and New Mexico are NEVER to be left alone together. Chaos ensues.

Florida has several pet alligators that live in a moat around his house in FL. His siblings don't visit often.

Georgia and North Carolina make Moonshine and fight over whose is better.

California is the worst driver.

New York has an attitude that demands respect, even if he's in pjs.

Colorado, Florida, and California do parkour. Texas won't admit that he does too because he doesn't want to have anything in common with Florida and California.

New York and New Jersey like to race each other across rooftops in NYC. New York normally wins, even with his prosthetic. Jersey always demands a rematch.

Louisiana and Georgia can tap dance. New Jersey can breakdance.

Florida can play the grand piano, but his siblings say he can't play any "good music." Even still, he insists that "Never Gonna Give You Up" and "All Star" are perfectly reasonable choices of music.

West Virginia always has a few marbles in his pocket. Always.

Instead of faces, different people have different face shapes, eye sizes, and slight alterations to their flags, mostly colors. Flags keep the same shape.

Extra Facts:

-Had a horrible childhood full of neglect. He was left to fend for himself in brutal winters of the northeast or the brutal heat and humidity in the south east. UK does not know how to be a parent and didn't want to learn.

-America doesn't ever want any of the states to feel the same kind of doubt about themselves he felt, so he showers them with affection as much as he can. Unconditional love.

-The states, though they are a big group, are one of the most functional family units. They can work as a (sometimes) well-oiled machine.

-Philippines was taken in and treated like a state for a while, so he fits right in.

-America allows his states to do as they please, but insists that they have nothing to do with international affairs.

-He knows the states can handle themselves, but if they need help, he'll run in behind them, guns blazing, no questions asked. And he knows the rest of the states will follow him in the same fashion.

-He doesn't really remember birthdays. Instead he will just randomly mail them gifts that remind him of them. So it's like surprise birthday presents.

-The states love him, and will support him no matter what. His asking is the only reason they haven't mobbed a nations' meeting to beat the crap out of the people making fun of their dad.

-America is hyperactive and forgetful. New York took on the logistics early on because he saw that though his dad wouldn't mean to, America would often forget important meetings and dates in time.

-Texas was scared to join another family, but found himself in a group that looked up to him and laughed with him and he was happy. He doesn't care that he was a country(unless it's to tease his siblings), his is one of the states and will deal with anyone who messes with his family.

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newyorksportstours · 4 years

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NYC Public Library - Favorite NYC History Books

The NYPL Milstein Division of United States History, Local History & Genealogy recommends our favorite, most readable, most memorable New York City nonfiction. These are the true stories of New York that engaged us, that intrigued us, and that we thought you might like to read as well.

97 Orchard: An Edible History Of Five Immigrant Families In One New York Tenement

Jane Ziegelman

Explores the culinary life that was the heart and soul of New York’s Lower East Side around the turn of the twentieth century—a city within a city, where Germans, Irish, Italians, and Eastern European Jews attempted to forge a new life. Through the experiences of five families, all of them residents of 97 Orchard Street, she takes readers on a vivid and unforgettable tour, from impossibly cramped tenement apartments down dimly lit stairwells where children played and neighbors socialized, beyond the front stoops where immigrant housewives found respite and company, and out into the hubbub of the dirty, teeming streets.

Staff says: “Food history and New York seamlessly woven together in a easy-to-read yet meticulously well researched book. I learned not only about the foods that certain immigrants ate, but how this changed over time, how Americans viewed ‘foreign’ cuisines over many different eras, and how this was a description of New York history and not just a reflection of imported appetites.”

American Passage: The History Of Ellis Island

Vincent J. Cannato

A chronicle of the landmark port of entry’s history documents its role as an execution site, immigration post, and deportation center that was profoundly shaped by evolving politics and ideologies.

Staff says: “The history of the island and the immigration station, and also of immigration policies in NY and the US. This book is well researched, scholarly and a very easy read. If you only read one book on Ellis Island, then this is it!”

The Battle For New York: The City At The Heart Of The American Revolution

Barnet Schecter

Provides a dramatic account of the seminal role played by New York City during the American Revolution, from its September 1776 fall to the British under General William Howe, through years of occupation, and beyond, interweaving illuminating profiles of the individuals on both sides of the conflict with a study of the cultural, political, social, and economic events of the eighteenth century.

Staff says:“It sticks in the mind, especially for the quality of the research and the tour of today’s New York in light of the events of history.”

The Big Oyster: History On The Half Shell

Mark Kurlansky

For centuries New York was famous for its oysters, which until the early 1900s played such a dominant a role in the city’s economy, gastronomy, and ecology that the abundant bivalves were Gotham’s most celebrated export, a staple food for the wealthy, the poor, and tourists alike, and the primary natural defense against pollution for the city’s congested waterways.

Staff says: “Lots of good NYC history in there along with the fascinating world of food history and bivalve science.”

Dark Harbor: The War For The New York Waterfront

Nathan Ward

Traces the historical influence of the Mafia on New York’s waterfront, drawing on the investigative series of New York Sun reporter Malcolm “Mike” Johnson into the region’s racketeering, violent territorial disputes, and union corruption.

Staff says: “The real story behind the film On the Waterfront. I also get annoyed when films are historically inaccurate for the sake of plot, ending, etc when the truth is probably just as exciting: see Bridge On The River Kwai. Well researched, and exciting.”

The Great Bridge: The Epic Story Of The Building Of The Brooklyn Bridge

David McCullough

Evaluates the construction of the Brooklyn Bridge as the greatest engineering triumph of its time, citing the pivotal contributions of chief engineer Washington Roebling and the technical problems and political corruption that challenged the project.

Staff says: “A favorite that everyone knows for good reason!”

Eat The City: A Tale Of The Fishers, Trappers, Hunters, Foragers, Slaughterers, Butchers, Farmers, Poultry Minders, Sugar Refiners, Cane Cutters, Beekeepers, Winemakers, And Brewers Who Built New York

Robin Shulman

Traces the experiences of New Yorkers who grow and produce food in bustling city environments, placing urban food production in a context of hundreds of years of history to explain the changing abilities of cities to feed people.

Staff says: “This interesting collection of micro histories tells the story of such New York food industries as beekeeping, fishing, urban farming, brewing, winemaking, and butchering. The author profiles people currently involved in each industry and then traces the origin, rise, usual fall, and then resurgence of that field. It was fascinating to learn about the methods of the different food industries within the unique environment of New York City.”

Five Points: The 19th-Century New York City Neighborhood That Invented Tap Dance, Stole Elections, And Became The World’s Most Notorious Slum

Tyler Anbinder

Details the notorious neighborhood that was once filled with gaming dens, bordellos, dirty streets, and tenements, that welcomed such visitors as Charles Dickens and Abraham Lincoln, and brings to light the hidden world that existed beneath the squalor—a world that invented tap dancing and hosted the prize-fight of the century.

Staff says: “An accessible and broad work looking at the notorious downtown slum’s population and sociology.”

The Island at the Center of the World: the Epic Story of Dutch Manhattan and the Forgotten Colony that Shaped America

Russell Shorto

A history of the Dutch role in the establishment of Manhattan discusses the rivalry between England and the Dutch Republic, focusing on the power struggle between Holland governor Peter Stuyvesant and politician Adriaen van der Donck that shaped New York’s culture and social freedoms.

Staff says: “The book is well-researched, the stories are well-told, and it will flesh out that point of history that most people only remember as song lyrics: 'Even old New York was once New Amsterdam…’”

Just Kids

Patti Smith

In this memoir, singer-songwriter Patti Smith shares tales of New York City: the denizens of Max’s Kansas City, the Hotel Chelsea, Scribner’s, Brentano’s and Strand bookstores and her new life in Brooklyn with a young man named Robert Mapplethorpe—the man who changed her life with his love, friendship, and genius.

Staff says: “I rather enjoyed the descriptions of Patti and Robert are discovering New York, especially Brooklyn, together. She writes prose like a poet, with detail and care and without an overabundance of imprecise words.”

Ladies And Gentlemen, The Bronx Is Burning: 1977, Baseball, Politics, And The Battle For The Soul Of A City

Jonathan Mahler

A kaleidoscopic portrait of New York City in 1977, The Bronx Is Burning is the story of two epic battles: the fight between Yankee Reggie Jackson and team manager Billy Martin, and the battle between Mario Cuomo and Ed Koch for the city’s mayorship. Buried beneath these parallel conflicts—one for the soul of baseball, the other for the soul of the city—was the subtext of race.

Staff says: “During the 1977 World Series, Howard Cosell really did say "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Bronx is burning” as flames licked up in the distance from Yankee Stadium. 1977 was the crux of the “bad ol’ days” of New York City—white flight had taken its toll; unemployment was outrageous for everyone, but close to 80% for young blacks and hispanics; infrastructure was in disrepair; crime was outrageous. This was the New York that inspired movies like “Death Wish” and “The Warriors.” NYC had bottomed out in 1977 and this is the history of that fateful year.“

Low Life: Lures and Snares of Old New York

Luc Sante

Luc Sante’s Low Life is a portrait of America’s greatest city, the riotous and anarchic breeding ground of modernity. This is not the familiar saga of mansions, avenues, and robber barons, but the messy, turbulent, often murderous story of the city’s slums; the teeming streets—scene of innumerable cons and crimes whose cramped and overcrowded housing is still a prominent feature of the cityscape.

Staff says: "This book sparked an interest in shady urban histories for me. Now that I know a lot more about the city and the context of the time frame, I even read it again. Fun, even if sensationalistic.”

Native New Yorkers: The Legacy of the Algonquin people of New York

Evan T. Pritchard

A comprehensive and fascinating account of the graceful Algonquin civilization that once flourished in the area that is now New York.

Staff says: “New York history from the Native point of view, and it will make you confront every sentimental myth you may have heard before. Everyone should read it.”

The Poisoner’s Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York

Deborah Blum

The story of how poison rocked Jazz Age New York City. A pair of forensic scientists began their trailblazing chemical detective work, fighting to end an era when untraceable poisons offered an easy path to the perfect crime.

Staff says: “Absolutely fascinating. I was surprised when I found myself at the end already. Unlike a modern forensic science drama on TV, the chemistry is all there—yet still readable and interesting. The era (late 1910s-mid 1930s) and setting are both equally captivating. So many times I thought I knew something that I clearly didn"t. This book taught me tons and still read quickly like a mystery novel, only the mysteries were all actual cases and hence more interesting than usual literary invention.”

Up in the Old Hotel

Joseph Mitchell

Saloon-keepers and street preachers, gypsies and steel-walking Mohawks, a bearded lady and a 93-year-old “seafoodetarian” who believes his specialized diet will keep him alive for another two decades. These are among the people that Joseph Mitchell immortalized in his reportage for The New Yorker and in four books—McSorley’s Wonderful Saloon, Old Mr. Flood, The Bottom of the Harbor, and Joe Gould’s Secret—that are still renowned for their precise, respectful observation, their graveyard humor, and their offhand perfection of style.

Staff says: “Mitchell, in an incredibly vivid writing style, tells the tales of some of the people he met in NYC in the '20s - '50s. The people are the history of New York.”

Source: NYPL’s Favorite NYC History Books

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peachyteabuck · 5 years

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fashión (bucky barnes x reader)

Summary: At one of your best friend’s drag shows, Bucky catches your eye. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the dance pop blaring through the bar’s speakers, but for some reason you’re feeling a little more daring than usual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,536

Trigger Warnings: Blowjobs, shitty flirting, people are drunk and do sex things

Notes/Other: This was done for @propertyofpoeandbucky ‘s mystery writing challenge!! My prompt was “You’re my best friend. How could I put anyone before you?” and has been bolded within the fic! Also, I feel like this is the total opposite of what I’ve written recent but when I got this prompt I knew this wip was perfect for it.

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Dating has always been hard for you. Friends and family have always tried to set you up on dates - as has Tindr - but nothing seemed to stick. No one ever seemed to do the trick.

“C’mon, babe…” your friend coos to you. You’re in a dressing room at some fast-fashion establishment, the wide and tall mirror forcing you to stare back at yourself. The too-bright lights burn your eyes, the top radio hits from last year only depress you, and the smell of weed and regret radiating from your skin is making you want a sandwich. “Listen, I know you don’t want to do this-”

Your sigh cuts her off. “Then why are you making me?”

She steps over to you, readjusting the floral jacket before speaking. As you look in the mirror you realize actually kind of…like it. Which is weird. “Because I know better than you, you’re a shut-in, and every moment you’re not being ravished by a muscular hot dude physically kills me.”

God, her brazen personality always catches you off guard. That’s probably why she’s the performer and you just sit alone in the basement of your shared home - sewing and eating and writing all day.

In the end, you don’t buy the jacket. Lucy ends up taking you to her favorite thrift shop and you pick up a deep blue faux-fur coat and some velvet heels in the same shade. Boujie? Maybe. But it’s something you feel confident in, so you don’t grumble too much when you see the total.

You both get to the club early so she can get ready, focus on turning her face into the inside of an elementary schooler’s pencil case – one young enough to understand that there’s never such thing as too much stationary (or too much color) but young enough to constantly be losing caps. As she steps into the threshold of the famous bar, Lucy’s met with jeers from janitors and bartenders and sound techs alike – all people ecstatic to see their favorite person like a dog left alone during a long work day. As she greets them with the same overjoyed smiles, you slip past the jolly merriment to the dressing room in the back of the building – her outfit bag and make up suitcase in your hands, her shoes and wig in your hefty backpack. Despite the outfit you’d picked out earlier you’re donning the same outfit you’d been wearing since the techie days of middle school – black jeans, black t-shirt one size too big, and all black sneakers. All the better to blend in.

Three hours later Lucy has officially turned into Boudoir Z, her drag persona and the username for her long-abandoned Neopets account. The club is packed with people, almost as tight as her dress is with her pads, and some old Kesha song thumps the floor to its beat.

“Are you ready?” you ask, double checking her hands for any loose nails.

She grins as wide as she does right before every show, eyes bright and sparkling like a child on Christmas. “Hell yeah.”

As her intro song starts you scurry away to find your way to the bar, hoping to grab something strong before the show really starts. You don’t really like attending your friend’s (or anyone’s) drag shows, they’re loud and crowded and normally that’s your definition of Hell. Sometimes, though, you can muster up the energy. For whatever reason, today seems to be one of those days. Or nights.

Whatever. Time is an illusion.

The first few beats of the song are long, edited for artificial pauses to build excitement in the crowd. You know the version of Lady Gaga’s Applause well, so it throws your entire brain through a loop when someone pumps into you when you try and grab your rum and coke.

“Sorry,” the guy hisses, immediately moving to make sure he didn’t spill any of his wine cooler on you. You’re about to brush him off, thinking he’s just another guy trying to cop a feel while the main attraction distracts from any protective butches within eye shot. But when you notice he’s carefully avoiding your chest – and pulling away when he notices the lack of dampness on your sternum – you allow yourself to give him a half glance at the brick wall of a man in front of you.

God, you’re so ashamed you noticed that. You’re also ashamed to notice his thick thighs, massive arms, silver hand with black lining, his perfectly mused brown-black hair, and beautiful scruff.

“H-hi,” you stutter, deep exhale one close to dramatic women in movies when they think they’ve seen God. Good luck ladies, I’ve already found him – he’s in the shadiest gay bar in NYC. you think as he shyly smiles at you with cheeks you want to shove between your thighs and lips you want attached to your-

“I’m so sorry,” he tells you, checking again to make sure he didn’t turn your shirt into a bar tap. “I got distracted by-“

You sigh. Of course, he was looking at Lucy. “It’s fine, really, I promise.”

In a brief pause between songs, you two lock eyes. Grey-green ones meet your own and fuck, he’s so dreamy.

“I’m,” he seems hesitant to introduce himself. “Bucky. Name’s Bucky.”

You murmur your own name while looking him up and down again. Black combat boots perfectly shined, black jeans tight enough to rival your own, and black hoodie thick enough for winter in Upstate Main.

“Aren’t you hot?” you blurt, alcohol loosening your brain’s tight grip on your thoughts.

The man, Bucky, shrugs. “I run pretty cold.”

Another few moments of silence dialogue between you two - and judging by his set jaw and the hungry look in his eyes he’s thinking the same thing you are.

But, if you’re anything besides an introverted stylist, seamstress, and occasional therapist for the person up on the stage…it’s a tease.

You lean towards Bucky’s ear, music starting up again. “Wanna come join me close to the stage?”

He smiles, picking his drink back up. “Sure thing.”

Lucy, as always, is dressed to impress. Or scare small children.

Either way one perceives her, she’s killing it.

The large, sheer nightgown’s puffed sleeves make the look even more dramatic. The black contrasts extremely nicely with her large platinum blonde hair, and combined with her large, maroon lips and thick, pointed eyeliner - it’s a nice reminder that drag is both an art and something weird as hell. Watching your best friend to what they love and truly one of the best experiences of your life.

The pair of you are off stage left, Lucy on the other side grinding on some speakers. As some Nicki Minaj song plays, you can feel Bucky bounce to the beat behind you. He’s got a surprising amount of rhythm, and as your hips sync his body presses closer and closer to your own. It doesn’t take long, maybe half a chorus for it to turn into full-on grinding, your ass pressed into his crotch so hard you’re worried he’s going to be bruised when he wakes up tomorrow.

Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, though, nipping at the outer shell of your ear with his lips pressed into the tender skin.

“You do this kind of thing often?” he asks, already deep voice now at a low growl.

You shake your head, moving to take another sip of your drink before answering. “Not really, but Lucy is my best friend so sometimes I get dragged,” you snort a little at your unintentional pun. “To shows and stuff.”

Bucky snickers a little. “That’s totally not what I was asking about, but you also don’t seem like the person who’d be friends with Boudoir Z.”

Your cheeks immediately heat hotter than the Equator as you attempt to backpedal. After a few seconds of stammering, though, the liquid courage surging through your veins comes to a head. “Can I suck your dick?”

You turn to face the man behind you, who seems just as surprised at your inquiry as you are. Still, with his eyebrows raised to his hairlines and his eyes wide, he agrees. “Fuck yeah, lead the way.”

The bathrooms here are surprisingly clean, even if the lock of the door doesn’t quite work. But, judging by the second Pink song of the night, you’ve got awhile before the masses become unoccupied and their bladders realize how much alcohol they’ve consumed.

He shoves you against the tiled wall, lips plush and a stark contrast to his scratchy beard. You want it between your thighs, you sigh into his mouth and a wave of heat rolls through your center. But that’ll have to wait for another time.

Locating his zipper as you kiss him is hard, but not impossible, and soon you’re able to free his cock from its painful confines. Bucky gasps at the rush of cold air, a sound that turns into a deep moan when you wrap an eager hand around him. Maybe some other time, some other night when you’re not fueled purely by endorphins, caffeine, and several glasses of bottom-shelf alcohol, you’d do some foreplay, maybe some dirty talk.

Now, though, your mouth waters at the sign of his hard length, and before Bucky can even get a good grip on your hair you’re spitting on him before taking him as far as your throat permits. He moans deep and guttural, jaw going slack and head leaning against the wall. One of his hands feels cool on your head and it’s nearly sobering, how the freezing material feels against the fire dancing across your skin. You’d question the (seemingly) nonhuman appendage, but the progressive soaking of your underwear and his cursing brings your focus to a pinpoint.

Every single one of his “oh fuck”s and “oh baby that feels so good”s drive you to take him harder, faster, and all too soon Bucky’s getting the message and fucking into your throat. Spit falls from your jaw to between your knees, some slick reminder of how gross this is. That only pushes you, though, to wrap a hand around his base with the other massaging his balls.

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” he moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as both hands wrap around him. “Gonna fucking come down your throat, fuck.”

Fuck yes he is, you think, shoving him back down your throat one last time before the grip on your scalp gets impossibly tight and his thrusts suddenly still and his lets out the deepest, most erotic noise you’ve ever heard in your entire fucking life. The salty taste of him rolls down your tongue and down your throat, his whole body tense as he shoots his load into your mouth.

The second he releases your hair you fall back against the sink, air you’re gulping tainted with the taste of Bucky’s cum. He seems stunned, a little out of it, but still offers to reciprocate. It’s then you realize that Patti LaBelle is playing, and if you’re remembering the song correctly, you’ve got thirty seconds to be backstage and ready to help your best friend get de-dragged.

“Fuck, I gotta go,” you hiss, splashing cold water on your face and trying to calm your ragged breaths. Just before you can open the bathroom door, though, Bucky stops you.

“Wait, just,” he huffs, digging in his pockets for something. Quickly he produces a phone, and he hands it you with the “new contact screen” on it. “Please, give me your number.”

It’s obvious he’s the stronger of both of you, so you slam your fingers on the cracked screen to string together your phone number. It seems the man’s satisfied, because he releases the ajar door from your grip and lets you flee backstage. Lucy comes off just in time for you to meet her, ready with make up wipes and chapstick. Instead of taking both from you, though, she brushes past you to grab at a bottle of water – a surefire sign she’s not done.

You begin to protest, knowing she’s too drunk to lip sync to choral music, let alone her traditional encore playlist. But she waves you off.

“I’m just going to meet some people at the bar take some pics,” Lucy downs the entire 32 ounces of water in record time, barely getting any lipstick on the mouth of the thing. “Don’t worry, just…I don’t know,” she rolls her eyes at her own inability to speak. “Go kill a Westboro Baptist Church member or something, alright? Just…” she hiccups and starts to lean to the right, but adjusts herself before you can do anything. You steady her with a hand on her shoulder, and she lowers her face to yours and juts her lower lip out to pout. “Just wait up for me, okay. I don’t think I can find my way home alone.”

Before you can respond she pushes past you and into the screaming crowd, her shouts and shrieks almost as loud. A quick scan of the dimly-lit bar reveals no Bucky, and without his number you’re stuck putting her reveals back together and unused the unused supplies.

At the end of the night you meet Lucy back where you left her – only this time in black leggings and a purple NARAL shirt shirt three-sizes too big. As she wipes away at the thick cosmetic mask with a dirty make up wipe, your eyes meet hers in the mirror.

“I saw you with some guy tonight,” a smirk paints her lips as heat paints your cheeks. “Did anything happen?”

You bite at your bottom lip, hoping she won’t press further. Luckily, she remains covert, just giving you a once over before speaking again.

“Are you gonna run off with him and abandon me to do all my drag shit by myself?” She asks. Lucy’s tone is playful, but you can tell there’s a hint of seriousness to it.

You shake your head, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear and tucking your hands into your jean pockets. “C’mon, you know I’d never do that. You’re my best friend. How could I put anyone before you?”

Lucy turns around and smiles, perfectly white teeth especially pearly surrounded by the smudged deep purple lipstick and thick, black eyeshadow, a misplaced lash, and what looks to be a twenty-dollar bill stuck behind her ear due to excess wig glue. “Good, because there’s no way I could do Boudoir Z without you.”

Silence settles over both of you as she wipes off the rest of her make up (and pulls out the cash stuck in her hair and to her neck). The only sounds are her throwing loose powders and eye shadow into her make up suitcase and, soon, your phone vibrating in your back pocket. On the screen flashes a text from an unknown number, Bucky you think, and then another right after.

wanna see you again

when are you free

You smile at the screen, giddy like a middle schooler being asked out by her crush. “Hey, Luce…” you wait until she’s facing you to continue. “When’s your next show?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #lanis2ndmysteriouswritingchallenge #like idk what came over me but...#im not ashamed and refuse to be #lukis writes stuff #i finished this in less than an afternoon #like i wrote 2k so quick wtf

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shufflesnyc · 6 months

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Voice Lessons NYC

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trascapades · 2 years

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☀️#ArtIsAWeapon @harlemweek × @riseupnycconcerts today and tomorrow, Aug. 20-21!

Reposted from @harlemweek “Summer In The City,” our second-largest day of events, offers a full day of activities. With performances from local, national, and international artists, Harlem Broadway Row (Day 1), the highly anticipated adult urban fashion show, health testing stations, hundreds of food vendors, arts & crafts, music, jewelry, hats, sculptors, corporate exhibitors, and games.

Scheduled performances beginning at 1 PM include*

Performances from Broadway Shows

Back To School Children’s Fashion Show

Adult Urban Fashion Show

The Jeff Foxx Band

Rise Up NYC Concert

Freddie Jackson

Donnell Jones

EPMD

Funkmaster Flex

Wyclef Jean

…more artists to be added

Lineup and performers subject to change

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Kids between ages 5 to 12 years and their family members enjoy storytelling, children’s entertainment (performances showcasing tap dancers, dance troupes, step shows, hip hop, theater, poetry, vocalists, etc.), arts & crafts, double dutch competitions, face painting, technology information, information on health services, and more.

For more info and livestream, visit www.HARLEMWEEK.com

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rottenwoodandwiltedsunflowers · 5 years

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Waffle and Kae Joint Recap 8/16

Hello Tumblr! We still exist! Children are hard for free time...amiright? GET READY FOR AN ACTUAL RECAP!

Waffle So we both decided that life was far too hard at the moment and it was time to give our child to the wolves for the weekend and run to NYC. (Not really, we dropped her with Gramma and Grandpa and came to down to see Noirtown) As long as we were sneaking away, why not stop by the McKittrick. We flew in Friday afternoon and had a drink at Gallow Green before heading down to queue up. There was a surprise happy hour in the Manderley so we were let in early which is always a pleasant surprise. We found some friends inside to pass the time with before the first elevator was eventually called. I have to say what an adorable and charming pair Elizabeth and Joseph make in the bar. They have great chemistry and are just a joy to watch.

Once inside, I headed to the ballroom which was in mid-scene. It was actually the only ballroom I would see in my 2 shows. Jenna’s Sexy witch did a great job of sucking me in with her creepy and seductive eye contact. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go but by the end of the ballroom, the glances and smirks had me hooked. I followed her up and got a Banquo couch duet all to myself. Jenna’s dancing is next level! This dance easily ranks in my top McKittrick dances. She quickly and gracefully disappeared behind the couch. The dance is breathtaking when done well and Jenna seemed to float through the air at every lift. When she was coming down from the bookshelf for the final kiss, she planted her foot on the couch in a way that was strong and invoked thoughts of a wild animal pouncing on her prey. She still clearly commanded the scene and Jack’s Banquo looked dopey and fooled until the final kiss.

The crowds have certainly gotten bolder and pushier the last few years. I would wager that some of it is what I refer to as the Shanghai effect. The cultural norms in Shanghai are much different than in New York. Personal space and following distances are much closer and fan culture is much more intense. The crowds certainly seem more aggressive then I remember years ago. Two shorter girls pushed in front of me when we all entered Agnes’ apartment and to be honest, I am years past the stage where I will push back at all or even stand my ground aggressively. The performers recognize people and know who is around most of the time. Sometimes that results in those people getting a 1:1 and sometimes it doesn’t. Either way, I am not in a place where I need a 1:1 to feel good about my show.

Jenna reached between the 2 and grabbed my hand to pull me in. The first half of the 1:1 was great but we hit a snag when we had a set malfunction which resulted in her not being able to open the proper door to exit Agnes’ apartment. It wasn’t for lack of trying! She gave me the jellybean before taking my hand and escorting me out to the entryway and back to High street. We watched Pil’s Fulton through the window for a while before he pulled open the door to the autopsy room. I wish I could have seen his face when there was no sexy witch waiting for him. She waited until he came back into the main office before forcefully pushing the door open and standing menacingly in the doorway. She backed Fulton up into the bookshelf behind his desk and proceeded to harass him. She retrieved what she needed then tossed Fulton onto High Street. Jenna’s bartop solo was also great like literally everything she does.

I didn’t feel like seeing the banquet so I headed up to 5. I love me a matron. I really love me a matron that is able to surprise me. I was delighted to find Ginger Kearns’ matron. The matron played a fun little game where she brought out a hand mirror and used it to watch me as I watched her. I love new, weird matron shit! I also love watching how people come and go. It’s oddly comforting watching other guests and pattens in the hotel. How there can be a mob of people and when you look up 30 seconds later, you are alone in a forest.

Tori’s Hecate is a powerhouse. She still unnerves me. She is in control of every moment that happens in the rep bar. She has a signature look she gives Agnes when she comes in looking for help. She smirks, quirks her eyebrow, and leans back in her chair sizing Agnes up. This Hecate is playing the long game and she is having the best time doing it.

I was very disappointed to find there were no red licorice bites in Paisley’s Sweet Shop. I begrudgingly settled for a fruit slice.

The other standout of the show for me was Doug’s Speakeasy. I like my speakeasy one of two ways...either a total jerk or fun and carefree. I want a puppy who either pisses in your shoe every time you come home 5 minutes late or I want the bestest boy ever! I used to call Nick Dillenburg Toolbox Speakeasy because his speakeasy was like a toolbag except also, the whole damn toolbox. I loved it. Doug’s speakeasy is mischievous and funny and adorable. He is a good boy. A loyal servant and a fun speakeasy. He did the most delightful little dance I have seen in ages during his downtime. I LOVED IT!!! He leaned back over his bar and did a little flip/roll to the other side at the start of it. Utterly charming! He also gets points for his cute little tap like dance on the pool table.

Once again, I hung back when it was time to do the shot game but he summoned me forward. I love watching the different variations on the game from performer to performer. He started with the 3 shots before laying out the cards face down. He made a show of flipping them until all the red Kings were facing up and only one card closest to us remained hidden. When he flipped it, it was a black King. He shuffled the cards before smirking and crouching down to continue shuffling while making noises consistent to hacking up a lung, presumably on said cards. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the ridiculous/disgusting nature of it. He came up and we all drew cards. The first person revealed a red King. Doug held out the shot and just before the person could reach it, he sent it flying over his shoulder into the wall behind him. The second person revealed a red King. Doug once again held out the shot and as the person reached for it, he slowly poured it out over the edge of the bar (probably on the white masks shoes). I revealed a red King. He held out the glass and as I reached for it, he drank it himself.

At this point, he pulled out the box with the whiskey shot. He slowly opened the top and took a big sniff of the contents. We were then invited to do the same. Round two. He narrowed it down to 2 red Kings and the black King. He reshuffled, complete with crouching and coughing. We all drew a card and when we turned them over, the man in the middle had won. He took his shot. Doug took a moment to stare at us all before reaching in and pulling out another shot of whiskey. He then reshuffled and dealt again. We turned over our cards a second time and the same white mask had won again. One game, two shots. Poor dude looked a bit ill by the end of it! We shook hands and the story moved on.

I spent a good amount of time in the bar this show because Elizabeth Lindsay is my absolute favorite. I considered going back in for the finale but in the end, decided that I was having far too much fun chatting which is a new thing for me. I wanted to close out my bar tab before the rush anyway because we had tickets to Bartchland Follies after the show. Would recommend! KaeLyn Hello, weirdos. It’s been a minute, both since we’ve been to the Hotel and since we’ve posted anything remotely resembling a recap. In fact, the formulaic recap era of SNM itself may have passed, as it seems fewer and fewer fandom posts about the show itself are being posted to the hashtag.

Also, I feel compelled to drop an explainer that we have some questions piled up in our inbox and I just want to say that we do see them and appreciate them, even if we don’t reply. Most likely if we haven't replied it’s because someone else either gets to them first (if, as it often seems, anons are sending those same questions to several old SNM tumblrs at once) or we just don’t see them for a long time because we don’t log in as much and it seems silly by the time we read them. Of course, sometimes we’re just not going to answer on principle (spoilers, rude, etc.). We are still here, queer, going to shows every few months when we can ditch our toddler for a weekend. You’re also likely to catch us at Mayfair or Halloween (Inferno VI? lol). Anyway, our flight home is delayed and we thought it’d be fun to attempt recaps while we were waiting. I imagine mine will come first because I have less to report and, well, Waffle’s recaps have always been more detailed than mine! On Friday, we checked into our hotel and set out to get a leisurely dinner at Ovest, always a good start to a long night in the Hotel. We arrived to the McKittrick around 6:00 PM for a quick drink at Gallow Green, then queued up at 6:30 PM, which I thought was aggressively too early for a 7:30 show, but lucky us–there was a happy hour! Apparently, a thing that’s happening on weekdays? So we were among the first to arrive at the bar, where we unexpectedly ran into some friendly faces from the fandom. One had snagged the corner booth already with some friends. The childfree weekend was off to a great start! It was only made better when Elizabeth (Virginia) showed up and surprised Waffle with a shoulder squeeze.

I rarely full loop these days. Especially after I passed the 100 show mark earlier this year, I have a very chill relationship with Sleep No More. I still look forward to each return, but each show is a slower burn for me and you won’t catch me running up and down the stairs. More often than not, I end up in the bar before the finale. It’s like catching up with an old friend. I find out what’s new. I reminisce on some favorite stories. I settle into a familiar pattern.

This particular night, I started at the ballroom because FOMO-motivated habits are hard to break. The night was kind of a greatest hits list, honestly, and I wish I could tell you I spent time with people I hadn’t watched before or picked up some stuff I hadn’t yet seen (like Doug’s speakeasy), but that’s not what happened. I stayed to watch Stephanie C’s bald witch (f*ck yes) and popped up to catch Nate’s boy witch at the phone booths on his way up to the pool table dance. (Maybe it’s my particular age showing, but Nate looks more like a member of a pop punk band that I definitely saw at Warped Tour in the late 90’s than Draco Malfoy to me. Either way, it works!)

So, I haven’t been lately and I just have to say that the Nick-Jenna-Stephanie witch trio is A+. Best witch coven energy I’ve seen in a while!I caught the first rave, standing near Tori’s Hecate to catch a bit of everyone’s performance (while the crowd was still light enough that I could also see the prophecy even at a distance). I popped up to five for a bit, which was obviously recently cleaned and freshened up. I actually did a full loop ballroom-to-ballroom with Parker’s porter. Then, I came out to the bar for a drink and chatted with folks out there for the duration of the show.

It was a standard McKittrick re-entry show for me, after a few months away, an all-around solid cast and show. We slid out at the end of the night to go up for the Bartschland Follies (which was superb and sexy and silly and so rad and fun and also had far more straight people who looked slightly scandalized front-and-center in the audience than I anticipated).

#sleep no more #snm recap #mckittrick hotel

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bloojayoolie · 5 years

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Being Alone, Children, and Click: JOJO BIT BY HIS FINDER'S DOG WHILE HE WAITED FOR HIS HARN ESS TO BE PUT ON FOR A WALK, A GENTLE, SOFT, SHY, SOCIAL BO Y WONDERS IF HE WILL EVER FIND HIS FOREVER FAMILY. ID 70231, 4 YRS . , 53 LBS., NEUTERED AND DREAMING OF SAFETY & LO VE, BROOKL YN ACC TO BE KILLED – 8/13/2019 Both dogs were so excited about their walks. And JOJO, who was found lost in the streets and was newly taken in by his finder, was so happy he finally found a home where he would be loved, and where walks with his owner and his owner’s other dog would be a regular feature of his day to day life. Wiggling and tap dancing in happiness, he could hardly contain his enthusiasm as his owner tried to put harnesses on both dogs as they jostled about. But his brother either got possessive of his dad or he just became anxious about the newcomer and too excited to the point he escalated, but the end result was that he bit poor Jojo, and Jojo in his pain and confusion, retaliated and gave him a nip in return. And folks, this is what happens when dogs are not put in a “down” and “place” in their own part of the room till their parent harnesses up one and THEN the other. Baby talk, high pitched, "wanna go for a walk everyone?" results in a situation of jostling dogs NEVER ends well. All of us with multiple dogs can attest to it, and most of us have at one time or another, accidentally let our guards down. So this is not Jojo’s fault, and just when he thought his future was looking so rosy, he is now on a list to die, a blameless victim who was not even the aggressor in that scenario. It’s heartbreaking to look into his sweet, frightened, confused face, curled up in a fetal position in his small kennel, devastated and alone. He got a Blue rating on his medical, and did good on his assessment too – shy but also soft and social. Message our page or email us at [email protected] for assistance fostering or adopting this poor kid so he can finally find a forever family to love him. He must go to a home with no kids under the age of 13 due to his shyness. Jojo, ID# 70231, 4 Yrs. old, 53.4 lbs., Neutered Male Brooklyn ACC, Large Mixed Breed, Gray / White I came to the shelter as an Agency, 7/24/2019 Shelter Assessment Rating: New Hope Rescue Only Medical Behavior Rating: 2. BLUE AT RISK MEMO: Jojo has history of biting another dog and has shown fearful behaviors in the care center. Jojo would be best suited for placement with a new hope partner that can provide the necessary behavior modification. Medically, Jojo seems healthy. OWNER SURRENDER NOTES – BASIC INFORMATION: JOJO is an approximately 4 year old mixed breed dog who was surrendered to the shelter as a stray. Jojo’s finder stated that Jojo seems fearful of men. Jojo got into a fight with the other dog in the home when the owner was putting harnesses on them for walks. The bites resulted in punctures. The owner stated that the other dog, not Jojo, was the first to bite. SHELTER ASSESSMENT SUMMARY – DATE OF ASSESSMENT: 8/1/2019 Sociability Loose in room (15-20 seconds): Moderately social Call over: Approaches readily Sociability comments: Body soft Handling Soft handling: Accepts contact Exuberant handling: Tolerates contact Handling comments: Body soft initially, becomes a bit tense when legs are touched, looks away, stands still Arousal Jog: Follows (loose) Arousal comments: None Knock: Approaches (exuberant) Knock Comments: Runs and jumps up Toy: No response Toy comments: None ENERGY LEVEL: We have no history on Jojo's energy level so we cannot be certain of his behavior in a home environment. IN SHELTER OBSERVATIONS: Jojo calmly comes to the front of his kennel when you approach. He can be leashed easily and walks fine on leash. While outside, he mostly keeps to self and shows little to no interest in any treats or toys the handler offers. When another dog enters the yard, he becomes anxious and focuses on the dog, whining, barking, and jumping up on the gate to get to them. He resists leaving the yard on his own but will quickly follow another dog out of the yard. Jojo has been observed to lunge towards and hard bark at other dogs leaving the room when they pass his kennel. BEHAVIOR DETERMINATION:: New Hope Only Behavior Asilomar: TM - Treatable-Manageable Recommendations:: No children (under 13),Place with a New Hope partner Recommendations comments: No children: The previous owners report that Jojo is fearful of men. At the care center, Jojo is not completely comfortable with all handling. For these reasons, we recommend an adult-only home. Place with a New Hope partner: Due to the noted concerns from the previous home, in addition to his bite history, We recommend placement with a New Hope partner who can provide any necessary behavior modification (force-free, positive reinforcement-based) and re-evaluate behavior in a stable home environment before placement into a permanent home. Potential challenges: : Fearful/potential for defensive aggression, Anxiety, On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration, Bite history (dog) Potential challenges comments:: Bite history: Jojo got into a fight with the other dog in the home when the owner was putting harnesses on them for their walks. The bites resulted in punctures. The other dog was the first to bite. Please see handout on Bite History. Fearful/potential for defensive aggression: The previous owners report that Jojo is fearful of men. However, we have no more specific information regarding this. If this behavior is seen in the home, please see handout on Fearful/potential for defensive aggression. Anxiety: Jojo has displayed signs of anxiety at the care center. While with handlers, he paces in the room, whining and panting. We don't know if this behavior is shelter-specific or not. Please see handout on Anxiety if this behavior is seen in the home. On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration: At the care center, Jojo barks at and pulls towards other dogs while on leash. Please see handout on On-leash reactivity/barrier frustration. MEDICAL NOTES 7/25/2019 Hx: Got into fight with housemate this evening. Full intake not performed but a quick exam was done in order to expedite treatment. S: Alert, walks well on leash O: BAR -Dried blood on head, shoulders and front legs -Puncture wound visible on cranial aspect of left shoulder A: Bite wound, overall condition is stable P: 1. Carprofen 100 mg PO SID x5 days 2. Clavamox 375 mg PO BID x10 days 3. Full intake tomorrow 1088 7/25/2019 DVM Intake Exam Estimated age: 4 yr Microchip noted on Intake?yes History :brought in by police, got into fight with other dog in home 70246 Subjective:DOH hold Observed Behavior -fearful but allowed handling, takes treats readily Evidence of Cruelty seen -none Evidence of Trauma seen -yes bite wounds on pinna, and right antebrachium Objective BARH mm pink P = WNL R = WNL BCS 5/9 EENT: Eyes mucoid discharge OU, ears dried blood in canals and on flaps, wounds on tips, no nasal or ocular discharge noted dried saliva and blood covers entire head and neck Oral Exam: clean adult dentition PLN: No enlargements noted H/L: NSR, NMA, CRT < 2, Lungs clear, eupnic ABD: Non painful, no masses palpated U/G: neutered MSI: Ambulatory x 4, skin free of parasites, dried saliva on front limbs, superficial wounds on right medial antebrachium CNS: Mentation appropriate - no signs of neurologic abnormalities Rectal: not performed Assessment bite wounds, superficial Prognosis:excellent Plan: washed face and feet with warm water continue with current treatment of carprofen and Clavamox DOH hold SURGERY: already neutered 7/30/2019 SO Recheck bite wounds. skin -- skin has small crusting along wounds. no discharge. no erythema A bite wounds -- healing well P continue to monitor in shelter 8/6/2019 Hx: Bite wounds to shoulder and ear tips - treated for 10 days S: Alert and responsive in kennel O: No wounds noted - no bleeding, swelling or erythema A: Bite wounds healed P: No further tx needed 1088 *** TO FOSTER OR ADOPT *** JOJO IS RESCUE ONLY. You must fill out applications with New Hope Rescues to foster or adopt him. He cannot be reserved online at the ACC ARL, nor can he be direct adopted at the shelter. PLEASE HURRY AND MESSAGE OUR PAGE FOR ASSISTANCE! HOW TO RESERVE A “TO BE KILLED” DOG ONLINE (only for those who can get to the shelter IN PERSON to complete the adoption process, and only for the dogs on the list NOT marked New Hope Rescue Only). Follow our Step by Step directions below! *PLEASE NOTE – YOU MUST USE A PC OR TABLET – PHONE RESERVES WILL NOT WORK! ** STEP 1: CLICK ON THIS RESERVE LINK: https://newhope.shelterbuddy.com/Animal/List Step 2: Go to the red menu button on the top right corner, click register and fill in your info. Step 3: Go to your email and verify account \ Step 4: Go back to the website, click the menu button and view available dogs Step 5: Scroll to the animal you are interested and click reserve STEP 6 ( MOST IMPORTANT STEP ): GO TO THE MENU AGAIN AND VIEW YOUR CART. THE ANIMAL SHOULD NOW BE IN YOUR CART! Step 7: Fill in your credit card info and complete transaction HOW TO FOSTER OR ADOPT IF YOU *CANNOT* GET TO THE SHELTER IN PERSON, OR IF THE DOG IS NEW HOPE RESCUE ONLY! You must live within 3 – 4 hours of NY, NJ, PA, CT, RI, DE, MD, MA, NH, VT, ME or Norther VA. Please PM our page for assistance. You will need to fill out applications with a New Hope Rescue Partner to foster or adopt a dog on the To Be Killed list, including those labelled Rescue Only. Hurry please, time is short, and the Rescues need time to process the applications. Shelter contact information Phone number (212) 788-4000 Email [email protected] Shelter Addresses: Brooklyn Shelter: 2336 Linden Boulevard Brooklyn, NY 11208 Manhattan Shelter: 326 East 110 St. New York, NY 10029 Staten Island Shelter: 3139 Veterans Road West Staten Island, NY 10309 *** NEW NYC ACC RATING SYSTEM *** Level 1 Dogs with Level 1 determinations are suitable for the majority of homes. These dogs are not displaying concerning behaviors in shelter, and the owner surrender profile (where available) is positive. Level 2 Dogs with Level 2 determinations will be suitable for adopters with some previous dog experience. They will have displayed behavior in the shelter (or have owner reported behavior) that requires some training, or is simply not suitable for an adopter with minimal experience. Level 3 Dogs with Level 3 determinations will need to go to homes with experienced adopters, and the ACC strongly suggest that the adopter have prior experience with the challenges described and/or an understanding of the challenge and how to manage it safely in a home environment.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Being Alone #Children

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narukissgoodbye · 6 years

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Thanks for the tag @ladykatsuyu

Are you a morning or night person? Moring

Are you afraid of the dark? Nah

Are you an extrovert or introvert? Introvert.

Are you double jointed? Nope

Are you left or right handed? Right

Are you more of a tidy person or a messy one? I I would describe myself as messy disorganized like I like having a mess but like knowing where everything is

Are you on time or always late? I'm always on time if you told me to get somewhere at 6 I'll be there in like 4

Are you ticklish? No and I miss it so much 😣

Can you ice skate? Yes

Can you wiggle your ears? No but I know someone who can

Coffee or tea? I hate them both

Cookies, cake or donuts? Cake

Did you ever participate in a talent show? Yes but I lost epically

Did you go to prom? Yes I did on Friday hehe here a Pic

Did you like school? Not really because of bullying and shit but I love my friends

Do you believe in ghosts? No

Do you bite your nails? Sometimes

Are you a good cook? Yes I used to do culinary in school

Do you enjoy dancing? Yes and my friends hate when I dance in public

Do you enjoy DIY or crafts? Noooo

Do you have a nickname? Naru

Do you have any allergies? No

Do you have any phobias? I'm afraid of heights

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? I can't have piercings and my dad will kill me if I get a tattoo

Do you have children? Nope

Do you have pets? None but I use to have a turtle named Franklin

Do you have siblings? 2 brothers and 2 sisters

Do you prefer dogs or cats? Neither

Do you prefer the beach or the mountains? I love the beach it's so calming and relaxing

Do you prefer to bath or shower? Showers because bathing in your own filth is disgusting

Do you smoke? Smoke weed every day 4:20

Do you speak any different languages? No

Do you still have your wisdom teeth? Yes and it hurts like a bitch

Do you still watch cartoons? Every day

Do you/have you played any sports? I'm not good at anything

Does your name have a special meaning? My dad named me after his friend who is a lawyer

Have you ever been hospitalized? Yeah

Have you ever been on a diet? Nope but I'm going on one soon

Have you ever been to a concert? Only one

Have you ever gone camping? Nope

Have you ever met any celebrities? Frank Sinatra came to our school does that count

Have you ever won something? Yeah and I hated it

How are you feeling right now? Okay

How tall are you? 5′3

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Definitely Wyoming

What city were you born in? Trinidad and Tobago

What did you last eat? Ham and cheese on a roll

What did you want to be when you were younger? A dentist and guess what I'm going to dental school

What do you do on a typical Friday night? In my bed

What is one food that you refuse to eat? Split peas yikes they're so nasty

What is one item you can’t live without? my cell phone

What is your shoe size? 8.5

What phone do you have (Apple or Android) Android

What’s one goal you would like to accomplish this year? Finishing High School

What’s one of your pet peeves? People who whistle and tap

What’s the last song you’ve listened to? Dance dance fall out boy

What’s the most expensive item of clothing that you own? My computer

What’s the thing you can’t leave the house without? Once again my phone I've walked bare foot before in NYC

What’s your best physical feature? Body

What’s your current obsession? Naruto

What’s your dream car? I hate driving

What’s your favourite animal? Whales

What’s your favourite book? Everything everything

What’s your favourite colour? Black and navy green

What’s your favourite dessert? Cannoli

What’s your favourite drink? Pepsi

What’s your favourite food? Sushi

What’s your favourite foreign food? It’s a cross between Japanese and Trinidadian food

What’s your favourite gadget? Computer

What’s your favourite hobby? Drawing and music

What’s your favourite movie? Dead pool

What’s your favourite restaurant? Chinese food

What’s your favourite sandwich? Provolone and ham

What’s your favourite season? Summer .

What’s your favourite series / TV show? The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

What’s your favourite snack? Fruit roll up

What’s your favourite sport to watch? What a sport

What’s your favourite thing to have for breakfast? Eggs

What’s your full name? Que

What’s your longest relationship so far? 3 months

What’s your lucky number? 8

What’s your star sign? Leo

When is your birthday August 16

Which city did you grow up in? NYC

city do you live in now? Staten Island

Who is your celebrity crush? Nope

Who’s your favourite fictional character? Naruto

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the-most-beautiful-broom · 6 years

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100 questions

it’s long so it’s under the cut, but man was this fun. thanks for the tag @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold ♥ i’ll tag my loves (if you want to haha this is a lot) @dylanobrienisbatman @blueshirtbell @granger--danger @nightbleeder

1. What is your nickname? lol I have so many. Linds is the most common on here though.

2. How old are you? 23

3. What is your birth month? october

4. What is your zodiac sign? libra, but it’s only like 60% accurate imo (I’m not fragile, or a flirt? ya girl can be charismatic, but I don’t think that’s the same?)

5. What is your favorite color? green

6. What’s your lucky number? when I was in high school/sports, I picked 13 for my number because everyone was like oooo it’s unlucky and I was like cool, guess I’ll win while wearing an unlucky number then (and that’s today’s slytherin mood)

7. Do you have any pets? not in the city with me :(

8. Where are you from? california

9. How tall are you? 5’ 9"

10. What shoe size are you? 10

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? more than I should, probs

12. Are you random? oh goodness no. I believe in patterns and I’m pretty dang predictable.

13. Last person you texted? my sister

14. Are you psychic in any way? lol no

15. Last TV show watched? queer eye again

16. Favorite movie? IMPOSSIBLE <--stealing Kath’s answer on this one

17. Favorite show from your childhood? sooooo we didn’t have a tv haha my mom really really wanted her daughters to be well read

18. Do you want children? I want to foster!

19. Do you want a church wedding? I’m not sure? i’d want everyone to be comfortable and they might not be in a church…I do know that I want a brunch wedding though, bc dancing isn’t my thing and breakfast food is

20. What is your religion? I’m Christian! Seventh-day Adventist is the specific denomination, but nobody ever really knows what to do with that haha

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? not for me/like I’m sick, but for other people, yeah, too much

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Lol not at all. I’ve gotten pulled over four times, but never ticketed though.

23. How is life? better than I deserve

24. Baths or showers? showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? i’m wearing heels for work, so no socks

26. Have you ever been famous? goodness no, whatever for?

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I think I would, to get to have that platform to make a change and give other people a voice would be awesome

28. What type of music do you like? something with words that mean something, or a melody that surprises you. I’m so weak for key changes though…I’ve always said that my perfect music is driving music: I can belt it alone on a highway at 3am, or laugh over it with friends in the afternoon.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? nope

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? two

31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my right side, with my hands under my pillow

32. How big is your house? it’s a nyc apartment, fam, it’s the size of a broom closet. it’s cozy though, and I love it

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? I’m so bad at eating breakfast…if I do get something, it’s at the bagel place across the street from my office

34. Have you ever left the country? ages ago

35. Have you ever tried archery? on retreats/for school; I wanted to be like robin hood

36. Do you like anyone? I might have a bit of a crush at the moment and it is stressing me out

37. Favorite swear word? so I literally never swear irl, and the first time I swore online was when I was writing my stranger things fic—it’s literally impossible to write dustin and steve and have them not cuss?? ummm I don’t know, they all have their purposes, but I think fuck is just next level emphatic. it’s crazy that it’s just a word, but it conveys so much when you use it

38. When do you fall asleep? if/when I establish a normal sleeping schedule, I’ll let you know

39. Do you have any scars? in the middle of one of my eyebrows, from when I cracked my head open as a kid, which is why I always fill my eyebrows in. also acne scars, which I’m working on not caring about.

40. Sexual orientation? straight

41. Are you a good liar? yes

42. What languages would you like to learn? Literally all of them, so many. I’d love to learn Tagalog so I could have that connection with my mom’s side of the family, and then Spanish is just so beautiful and I really should’ve kept up with it after high school. French and German and Italian would be nice too, and then maybe an ancient language or three?

43. Top 10 songs? REFUSING TO ANSWER THIS <--again, stealing kath’s answer. y’all know how much music I listen to and cry over, so you know I can’t do this

44. Do you like your country? yes but not my leadership. I love the people of this country and I hate that the voices of the few are the ones that are loudest and that are yelling and that are deciding. the people of my country aren’t being represented or heard or protected and it breaks my heart.

45. Do you have friends from the web? I do! from this blog and I ran a fashion blog for a while, so from insta too

46. What is your personality type? MBTI: estj, enneagram: 2w3.

47. Hogwarts House? slytherin (as if anyone couldn’t tell)

48. Can you curl your tongue? no

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? emma woodhouse (I wish I could say lizzie bennet, but it’s got to be emma)

50. Left or right handed? right

51. Are you scared of spiders? not really? my sister is, so I always had to kill them

52. Favorite food? bread

53. Favorite foreign food? mexican (one of the perks of growing up near the border)

54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m an orderly person…but sometimes that manifests itself in organized chaos BUT I KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS OKAY

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? call out my coworkers and not be written off as emotional/sensitive

56. What color underwear? black

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? most days like 20 minutes? from horizontal in bed to out the door...but if i have to do my hair, tap another 3 hours on that, because it has to air dry

58. Do you have much of an ego? so this is complicated because i have high confidence in my capabilities and performance, but struggle with my worth and importance independent of those

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I don’t really care for lollipops, they just make me want to brush my teeth

60. Do you talk to yourself? yep

61. Do you sing to yourself? also yep

62. Are you a good singer? oh it’s so relative, fam. I can harmonize pretty well, so I’m a good backup singer

63. Biggest Fears? insignificance

64. Are you a gossip? not really. I hate complaining, and I really hate when other people complain; i’m just like okay so what did you do about it?

65. Are you a grammar nazi? if someone knows better, in a context when they should know better, then yes. so like, in a paper, for a presentation, yeah. people ask for help bc I’m good at what I do. but also it’s such a construct that we judge people off of, so I work on not doing that outside of a professional/scholarly context? also I’m a big believer in knowing the rules and breaking them to make a point (see: all my lower case answers, run on sentences, etc.)

66. Do you have long or short hair? I pixie-d my hair back in august and regret it constantly lol. it had to be done though

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? i mean, probably? I’ve been to most of them

68. Favorite school subject? always english

69. Extrovert or Introvert? literally the most extroverted extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope

71. What makes you nervous? when I see kids wandering and their parents not noticing

72. Are you scared of the dark? no

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? if we’re alone and I can help them, sure. I despise when people publicly reprimand someone for an unintentional error; it’s just so inconsiderate

74. Are you ticklish? I find people’s obsession with tickling so weird lol

75. Have you ever started a rumor? no

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? …did we not already do this one?

77. Have you ever drank underage? lol fam I don’t drink at all

78. Have you ever done drugs? no

79. What do you fantasize about? paying off all my student debt, having an apartment in all my favorite cities, being able to travel. being an English professor. sometimes growing old with someone; most of the times being a mentor to younger women/getting to be someone i didn’t have

80. How many piercings do you have? none

81. Can you roll your R’s? yeah

82. How fast can you type? not very, which is funny because I work in IT, but I don’t type with my pinkies so that’s a mess

83. How fast can you run? lol I don’t run

84. What color is your hair? brown

85. What color are your eyes? hazel (green + brown)

86. What are you allergic to? mold and one very specific type of grass

87. Do you keep a journal? no

88. Are you depressed about anything? I disagree with how this question is worded but okay. ummm the fact that all my money goes to student loans and rent? misogyny in the workplace? hypocrisy in my government? the lack of love and empathy expressed by people who profess to be believers in love and empathy? that’s a good start

89. Do you like your age? it’s where I’m at, either way

90. What makes you angry? willful ignorance

91. Do you like your own name? I do

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? no

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? not to be a cliché, but all children are gifts? Like I don’t want to physically bear children, but if they’re there, they deserve love (hence the foster thing-- there are SO many kids in a broken system that need security and someone to care for them, and nobody helps them and that just shouldn’t be)

94. What talents do you have? public speaking and writing. I have a passion for making people feel welcomed and known and loved, so I hope that too

95. Sun or moon? sunshine; I’ll always be a SoCal girl at heart

96. How did you get your name? my parent’s loved the meaning

97. Are you religious? I am, yeah. it’s been a journey—other people believing blindy makes me so mad, as well as people who never question their faith or grow in it, or act in a way that shows they don’t actually believe what they say they do—but yeah, my faith is hugely important to me.

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? I have not, although the farther away I get from some things, the more I think I ought to

99. Color of your bedspread? white with gray tassels

100. Color of your room? white walls and an exposed brick wall

#cest moi #whew those got real haha #anyways here's everything you never wanted to know about me

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amidalc · 6 years

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BALLET HEADCANONS

inspired by @alderaanihope && @jcdiskywalker

she got her first pointe shoes on her eleventh birthday

she has narrow && inverted feets, so she wears capezio tiffany pointe shoes, slight taper with higher profile, style 129, pink european, size 4 ( us ) // 35 ( eu ) // 2 ( uk )

her favourite roles are giselle from giselle, juliette capulet from romeo && juliette && clara from the nutcracker

pädmé started auditioning for companies at the age of thirteen all over the uk, but didn’t get a contract until the age of fifteen while on a vacation in höng köng, where she randomly auditioned at an open call && got a contract, she moved to höng köng by herself, living with her family friend quärsh pänaka while finishing her education via online schooling

pädmé’s first understudy role was for dön quixöte

she’s promoted to soloist at seventeen at the same company

her first soloist role was for swan lake

she’s promoted to a principal dancer at the age of nineteen, at another company either in löndon or nyc depending on the au

her first role as principal dancer is for the nutcracker

for a large part of her childhood && adolescence ballet takes over her life, because of this her personal life suffers a lot && her grades often suffered a lot until she went through with online schooling, which made it much easier to organise her time

she did have two relationships during her time in höng köng, a sweet romance at age sixteen with a local boy pälo who was her neighbour, but they broke it off due to her commitment to her dance, && a less than stellar && rather toxic relationship with an expat english banker rush clövis at eighteen, which ended her getting a restraining order against him due to his obsessive nature

pad’s nr 1 passion since she could walk was dancing, though she enjoys tap, jazz, cumbia, ballroom dancing, modern dance uyg.hur folkdancing, but ballet will always be her favourite dance

after she retires in her thirties, she moves back ireländ where she grew up && opens a dance school for children && teens who don’t have the resources attend dance schools otherwise

#❝ ;; / now she don’t need to see the sun ahead ;; no need for help » headcanons #❝ ;; / with beauty && grace ;; oh let me see thy fair face » ballerina // modern au

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homervnned · 6 years

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my intros are just...... going way downhill?? so at this point i’m just gonna embrace it !

( dylan sprayberry / cismale / he/him ) the paparazzi have spotted AVERY DE RUEIL, the TWENTY ONE year old ACTOR who’s currently working as BENNETT on BARRE NONE. the tabloids have called them IRENIC and CLEMENT, but also DUCTILE and DISTRAIT. during their time in the spotlight, they’ve been dubbed the HISTORY BUFF.

very french! grew up in paris -- his mother and father were this epic photographer/model headliner duo who took the hearts of the french people and kept them for a very long time. until pierre ( his father ) was revealed to be dating five other women in the same city after being followed by nosy paparazzi. the kicker?? all six photos ( one with his wife, other with his ~side babez~ ) were taken within the same 4 hour window. so... all of a sudden, france’s most well-loved celebrity photographer became absolutely reviled. the people sided with his wife, margot -- and though the two of them maintained their marriage for the sake of their children, the de rueil family received lots of backlash. angry letters, farcical packages containing used panties addressed to pierre, death threats.

over the course of avery’s sixth and seventh years, the family encountered several near-disasters that were clearly orchestrated by outside, angry forces. a lot of people wanted pierre dead, so they tried to make it happen. the result? a snake stowed away in avery’s bag on public transit, attempted poisoning at the victoria’s secret fashion show. a “chance” gas leak in their paris loft.

( tw: mentions of fire, violence ) pierre was away on a photoshoot in sweden and margot was at fashion week in nyc when their villa in south france went up in flames. which would have been fine, if the place had been empty. avery was there with his older sister -- the two of them survived, but not without the event leaving a lasting impression. to this day, avery flinches at the sight of flame -- his hand will come to protectively rest on his left forearm, where the burns from the villa fire left some scarring.

throughout his childhood, avery had always been heavily invested in history. by the age of 3, he knew all of the world capitals and by the age of 4, he could recite most of the european border changes from the middle ages up until modern day. his aptitude for history compelled his mother to enroll him in an expensive, elite private school. but there, with a slew of distractions, his grades kind of deflated. despite his father’s protests, margot enrolled avery in ballet -- she used the songs and their publication dates as earmarks for historical events. suddenly, avery was getting a’s ( even if it did involve half-blocking through the routines in his seat ).

he specializes in TAP & CONTEMPORARY. throughout high school, he was heavily involved in musical productions: anything goes, footloose, etc.

he was in the dance ensemble london’s west end production of newsies and then went on to lead the touring cast as jack kelly.

other performance credits include: moonface martin in anything goes, ensemble in carousel, and moritz in spring awakening.

i have a headcanon that he made his film debut in the latest installment of the step up film series.

so in terms of dealing with interviews, people always mispronounce his name. so he’ll politely correct them in his lil accent. but second attempts usually sound the same as the first? but for the sake of being polite, avery will smile softly and nod like, “yes, yes, very good.”

catch him daydreaming about cute boys when he should be, like... learning choreo. oops.

he much prefers speaking french. lowkey thinks english is one of the ugliest languages ever?? but he’ll suck it up because he likes being employed.

oh, did you think he was flirting across the bar?? no... he just... wanted to let you know that for some reason your cool necklace reminds him of elizabeth ii.

he always smells like fresh cinnamon rolls tbh?

he will bend over backwards to please others. we can def do some fun angsty plots with that.

he like, is very new to being 21?? so get him drunk and listen to him sing to you in french tbh

assumes the best in people even though his father ( and the people who were trying to attack their family ) is literally the worst human in the public’s eye? so like... good for him that he’s in america rn where they don’t necessarily make the father-son connection.

i imagine he has roommates even though he can absolutely afford his own place. mainly because, y’know, when things go bump in the night he kinda doesn’t want to die alone.

play with his hair...... it’s his weakness

really adores choreographing his own tap sequences. i imagine he posts them to youtube/instagram sometimes. so hey, barre none peeps: he’d love to choreograph a sequence w/ u!!

limbo champion tbh

LOVES STRAWBERRIES. SO MUCH. WILL EAT A BILLION. and maybe offer you one, only to realize he’s already eaten them all.

fun fact: his fave animal is a baby tiger

funner fact: still has yet to get his wisdom teeth out bc like........ they haven’t been a problem. also his mother told him once that if he did it before his body was ready, his intelligence would be cut in half.

vegan! but tried in ‘n out once to get the ~ american experience ~

he definitely does yoga and soul cycle, unironically, and has made many hollywood mom friends

a good listener, i swear, but he’ll take a second to answer bc he was just imagining what life would be like if baguettes could speak

calls dear friends by french pet names. if he calls you mon petit chouchou, you have made it. you’re married. ( that means my little cabbage )

v starry-eyed?? falls for cute baristas on the daily, then completely forgets what he ordered and takes the wrong drink?

blushy

smiley

you can tell he’s flirting because he’ll start throwing out really obscure history facts like, “ eh... did you know napoleon was once, how do u say... attacked by rabbits? ”

love him pls he probably loves u

i would really love some CUTE & ANGSTY shit for this lil macaron??? so hmu, fam

#zenith:intro #lol this sux but hey hi hello

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We’re excited to announce that Leigh has decided to level up Jemma Sterling from a mumu minor character to a main character! Please go through the checklist to make sure you’re ready to go and send in your account within the next 24 hours.

OOC INFO

Name + pronouns: Leigh, she/her Age: 25 Timezone: EST Ships: Jemma/The Entire World Anti-Ships: Nah

IC INFO

Full Name: Jemma Mae Sterling Face Claim: Dove Cameron Age/Birthday: 20 / June 11, 1997 Occupation: Student at NYU, Midfielder for April’s Showers Personality: Effervescent, self-centered, fickle, nosy, creative. Hometown: San Francisco, CA Bio:

Who is Jemma? What is Jemma? Why is Jemma?

Okay, so when you first meet Jemma, it’s pretty safe to say that she’s exactly what you’d expect out of a pint-sized blonde with a voice like Minnie Mouse– she’s adorable. If the conversation goes past five seconds, then she’s making some kind of sexual remark while you scratch your head like did that really just happen?

Yes, friends, yes it did.

Jemma can’t really tell you anything bad about her childhood in San Francisco. She grew up as the youngest child to two perfectly normal parents, Andrew and Megan, with a sister and a pet iguana. Sounds boring enough, right? It gets better. While unaware of the other’s indiscretion, Jemma’s parents each began having their own sort of affair on the side… Megan with a woman named Willow, and Andrew with a man named Louis. Sure enough, after coming around to various backyard barbecues and Jemma’s tap dancing recitals, well, Willow and Louis… suddenly began taking an interest in each other. Too much of an interest in each other, you might say.

That’s the story of how Jemma ended up with four parents. From the time that she was eight years old, all she could really remember was that Megan and Andrew lived together, but… Willow and Louis came over and hung out a lot. Growing up in a very unusual nuclear family unit brought along its fair share of drama: the step-siblings, the confusing holidays (Jemma insists she’s Jewish, like Megan, even if Willow doesn’t believe in religion and would rather pray to a candle with Bette White on it), but things rapidly took a turn for the better when Louis showed Jemma how to draw. She’d always been attracted to pretty things– bubbles, rainbow cakes, a babbling brook, but she’d never been able to take the things in her head and transfer them onto paper until she felt the pull of Louis’s hand on her pencil. Jemma started out drawing landscapes but quickly worked her way into cartoons and comics. This was how she bonded with Louis, who was a freelance artist, and then Willow, who was a television producer. Jemma showed a tremendous interest, from re-painting Pokemon cards to drawing her own comic books, where, of course, Jemma was the star.

As a child, Jemma honestly wanted for nothing. She was able to pull her strings to command, and often, demand attention. Jemma was accustomed to being the life of the party, the baby doll, the cute one. Shower her in pink and glitter, sure, but she could rattle off superhero trivia with the best of them. Things started to take a turn for the worse, though, when Willow began to tire of the charade and wanted to make things more official. On paper, Megan and Andrew were married (mostly for the tax break at that point) but she was still single, and she hated that she couldn’t adopt Jemma and her siblings as her own. She, with no biological children of her own, eventually left the family. Jemma still keeps in contact with her every once in a while, and she has no abandonment issues as a result of it. Jemma quickly soured to her after that, though– their family was perfect, and there was plenty of love to go around. Why did she want to change that?

As forward-thinking as San Francisco was, Jemma’s always had a bit of a problem with loyalty and fidelity. Is she the person you can call at three in the morning when you’re in trouble? No, definitely not. But is she game for a good time always? Basically, yes. Jemma asked three different people to her high school prom (a fact her dates didn’t find out until they all got to the limo) and wondered why they all ended up mad at her in the end. It’s not like she hadn’t done a totally epic promposal for them, too?

Jemma’s decision to trek it over to New York City largely came from the fact that she wanted to experience life on the opposite coast. How often could someone say that they were both a SoCal and a NYC baby? Plus, NYU basically gave her the most money in scholarships, so she decided to go through their art therapy program. Jemma is all about self-expression, self-love and healing, so the idea of using art to help others is really what she’s after in life. She has no interest in working with children, but rather would want to work with adults and the elderly.

Pets: Taking care of Jemma is like having a pet. Would you trust her with a critter? Good, you shouldn’t. Relationships:

Nicola de Rocha/Peyton Lynn: Roomies. Jemma is kind of co-dependent on Nicola, who was her first friend when she came to the city. Jemma dotes on her and would consider her a best friend. Peyton is hot as eff, which is all Jemma really needs to know.

Spencer Porter: Jemma and Spencer have a podcast together called 2 Girls 1 Mic. They talk about Marvel, lesbian sex, and Marvel ladies having sex. Jemma is very quick to tell Spencer how hot she is, and since Jemma is close with Nicola, too, they get along very well. Even if Spencer won’t sleep with her. Which it’s only a matter of time. Because she’s Jemma.

Aria Abrams: Oh, Aria. Jemma doesn’t know what to do with Aria, which is saying something. She’s sweet, she’s cute, she can talk comics with the best of them, and Jemma is starting to act very un-Jemma-like around her. Probably because Aria has cooties, or something.

April’s Showers: Jemma loves her teammates. She’d say they’re like sisters to her, but she definitely stares at all of them in the locker room (which, by the way, she never wears clothes in). Jemma’s a new recruit to April’s Showers, and she’s got all the credentials as co-captain of her high school team, thank you very much. Plus, she likes the way her butt looks in the shorts, and so should everyone else.

EXTRA INFO

jemma bo bemma/@itsjemmabitch/i take hot showers to practice burning in the fires of hell :)

Five latest tweets:

@itsjemmabitch: @josswhedon @avengersageofultronmovie welcome to ur tape #justiceforwandamaximoff @itsjemmabitch: ok so after being on the april showers and spending all my time with teachers, the only good thing i can say about being a teacher is that you can blame your farts on other people @itsjemmabitch: i’m queenie goldstein also where the fuck is leta lestrange my future queen #jewwitchpower @itsjemmabitch: the only interest i have in men is when 1) they’re chris evans 2) women are kicking their asses 3) they’re wearing spandex @itsjemmabitch: looks like a cinnamon roll, acts like a cinnamon roll, will eat u out like ur a cinnamon roll…..

#accepted #acup: level up

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