Pac: I'm not going to say anything to you guys [Chat], I'm not going to say anything to you. I'm not saying absolutely anything, I'm not going to comment. Man, you broke me here, you broke me in 3 parts! I'm not going to- no no no no no, I won't fall for your game, I won't fall for your game.*
Pac's chat allows viewers to make music requests, which led to this very well-timed moment today where Careless Whisper started playing as soon as Pac met back up with Fit.
* [Approximate translation. I'm not a native Portuguese speaker, so as always, please feel free to let me know if there's a better way to translate things!]
How well are the 500 yr old grandpas w/ technology? I already know their asses write like founding fathers
Nightmare: Killer! how do you say "this meeting will be a waste of my fucking time, fuck you" in professional e-mail terms
Killer: Thank you, Name.
I appreciate the offer, but I would like to know what I contribute to the meeting before attending.
Cheers, Nightmare
Nightmare: <- uses text-to-speech and autocorrect
Ink: you spelled captcha wrong
Ink: and how
Ink: and frustrating
Ink: adjectives go before the noun
Ink: you used "fml" right though so good job
Ink: oh, you're also texting. in case this was meant for a search engine
Ink: <- being annoying on purpose
“I work in music publishing at Apple. Of course I’m a Beatles fan, but I don’t faint each time they walk through the door. Just being a fan isn’t enough to be employed at ‘Apple.’ There is a lot to do here and you do need know-how. But in return, we are paid well and have the world’s most beautiful bosses. My favorite boss is George. He is the absolutely most beautiful to me. But I can’t make goo-goo eyes at him — he would be annoyed.” - Linda Bristow (publishing assistant at Apple), translated from BRAVO no. 13, 1969
“I had the great pleasure of working for George and the rest of the Beatles in the late ‘60s, just before their split. George was one of the sweetest and gentlest people I have ever met. He lived for his philosophy of loving one another, as I'm sure all who met him would agree.” - Jeni, BBC Your Tributes, 2001 (x)
Claiming kind of takes the place of marriage. When an alpha claims an omega, they take over as the sort of legal caretaker of that omega. There's paperwork and stuff that has to be filed in order for it to be viewed as a legally binding claim, sort of like a marriage license.
Some packs might have claiming ceremonies, which are kind of like weddings, though they've fallen out of popularity in modern times. Claiming has come to be viewed as more of an intimate event and some, like the 141, let it be a moment just between the alpha and omega. Some packs might throw parties afterward though, to celebrate the new member of the pack. The 141 probably had a little mini celebration after the reader and Price recovered from her heat.
Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, gag, video recording, knife, blood, threat of death
Caretaker answered the video call from Whumpee with mild frustration. Whumpee knew they had a busy work day and couldn't take time off to chat. They had talked with Whumpee about waiting until after work to talk. "What?"
A face Caretaker had never seen before stared at Caretaker. "Caretaker?"
"Who is this? Actually, you know what," Caretaker couldn't keep the irritation from coloring their words, "I'm sure you're some friend of Whumpee's. I can't talk now. I told Whumpee that. I have a lot of important things at work today. So, whoever you are, tell Whumpee I'll call them on my way home since they are so eager to talk."
"Caretaker, allow me--" the stranger started, but Caretaker cut them off.
"I am hanging up now. Tell Whumpee I don't appreciate having my day interrupted like this."
"Tell them yourself," the stranger said as they walked over to something--someone--tied to a chair. They fisted the person's hair and lifted their head. Whumpee sat bound and gagged in the chair. The stranger held a knife to Whumpee's throat. "Do I have your attention now, Caretaker?"
Caretaker's mouth went dry. "What do you want?" Whumpee looked unharmed, their eyes wide with fear.
The person pressed the knife point to Whumpee's throat, drawing a small trickle of blood. "Well, I just want to talk, Caretaker. But are you ready to listen?"
“Michael was very kind to me at the outset. He put me up through the entire shooting of the pilot process. He and his wife had a wonderful little apartment just big enough for a guest on the day bed, which overlooked Hollywood. I remember a Thanksgiving Day when the air was crystal clear in a way that I’ve never seen it before or since in L.A., and you could see all the way out to Catalina. It was wonderful. That crystal clarity symbolizes the whole era for me. Mike and I wrote a few things together. We were very comradely and very buddy buddy, and it was a wonderful time, with Mike’s then wife, Phyllis, and Christian, their little infant baby. The early days of the pilot shooting were just great by my lights and I had a wonderful time.” - Peter Tork, quoted in Hey, Hey, We’re The Monkees (1996)
“I went over to Micky’s all the time, and we talked a lot about, you know, helicopters and atomic energy and the Heisenberg principle, uncertainty principle, and he had a great little recording studio. We actually wound up making a record, in his recording studio, that — splendid little record, I think.” - Peter Tork, Daydream Believers commentary