#santa barbara bowl

[bethorz]

Shifty was apparently feeling really cuddly the night of his hometown show in Santa Barbara last September. The tackle hug <3

[video source 1] [video source 2] and Andi K Taylor, maybe the best Foo photographer out there

(this is not exactly timely, but whatever)

[thewildbelladonna]

Fleetwood Mac Tour, Santa Barbara Bowl, Santa Barbara, California, May 3rd, 1976.

[magical-mooni]

A little collection of Danny elfman at the Santa Barbara Bowl 1988-1990

[newrainbows]

danny curly hair thread 🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️🧏‍♀️

[emptyshadows18]

[categoricalimpressions]

Poke bowl snack in Santa Barbara, California. April 2024.

[thedickcavettshow]

Joan Baez in concert in the Santa Barbara County Bowl, 1977

[1264doghouse]

Lowell George sitting in with Marshall Tucker, County Bowl, Santa Barbara, CA

[rockandrollpicsandthings]

Bob Marley, onstage at Santa Barbara Bowl, Rastaman Vibration Tour, 1976

[carnavoyeur]

Josh Homme - Santa Barbara Bowl 05/24/24

[philtstone]

title: we close our eyes and dream (the world has turned around again)

in the year of our lord 2024 i wrote psych fic ... wow there was this hilarious list of reverse prompts floating around tumblr a little while ago and one of them, instead of high school au, was "nursing home au". something somewhere fundamental in my brain clicked and i thought "this would be perfect for shules. i just know it" and then after many years of being generally too terrified to try my hand at the very unique narrative flavour that is psych, i wrote this. title is from "we close our eyes" by the oingo boingos which plays over the final scene of the series finale and always makes me cry. i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

Juliet is sitting alone by the couches when she meets him. 

They’re in the dining hall at Glorious Pines, and she’s chewing her lip and staring impotently at her fancy-looking plate of risotto. She hates that risotto is making her feel so weird and insecure. Dinner with Sarah was usually a lot simpler than this; Juliet has never really been a good cook, and her granddaughter was often too busy with work to manage anything more than a mis-mash of premade Trader Joe’s delicacies. Now she’s in this big beautiful building, surrounded by vibrant and dynamic old people who’ve been living here long enough to all know each other and have interesting hobbies and be in on the latest gossip. Juliet’s always loved making new friends, but the risotto is reminding her how out of practice she really is. Up until four days ago she had been taking her meals with Sarah, who’d moved Juliet to Santa Barbara in May so she wouldn’t be all alone in that old house of theirs. And before that – well, she’d been alone. Her hobbies have gotten progressively more old ladyish over the last five years, and while it’s true that she sewed her own pajamas while in her twenties, too, that wasn’t all she spent her time doing. She’s pretty sure her glamorous neighbors by the lemonade bowl who still have the guts to wear red lipstick won’t be too interested in her recent return – for nostalgia purposes only , and not because she likes solving the mysteries before the book does – to her ancient childhood box of Nancy Drew novels. And, gosh, the last time a man flirted with her was … oh, twenty years ago, now.  

She’s pushing the sticky, fragrant rice around and trying not to think too hard about the prospect of socializing with strangers when he materializes into the armchair beside her.

The sudden and graceful materializing is on its own impressive, considering most of the residents of this place have had hip replacements.

“Oh – hello,” Juliet says, mostly just to be polite

“Hi!” says the man. “You’re in my seat.”

Juliet freezes with one spoonful of risotto finally halfway up to her mouth. She narrows her eyes at him from behind her bifocals. “Excuse me?”

“My seat,” he explains. “I was sitting right there. I had, in fact, just gotten up to go grab Gus some orange juice – you know Gus –” Juliet doesn’t “-- And now I am back, and, so, as you can see, that was my seat.”

Juliet blinks. He’s around her own age, early seventies, with a full head of thick grey hair, bright hazel eyes that crease liberally at the corners, no glasses, and a big nose that probably gave him a striking profile in his youth. He’s wearing a garish red polo shirt that says FASHION! on the front in block letters, and house slippers.

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[moodywyrm]

currently experiencing brain rot over the thought of being abby’s housewife :(

oh you and me both nonnie. we're gonna put this in canon universe but like the version I made where you n her n lev run like a wayward children's home??? talked about it here.

just imagine she comes home from patrol with lev n a few of the older teens, and the first thing she does is head straight to you. she knows you're probably gonna be finishing up cooking dinner with some of the kids, and she just wants to see her pretty little wife after a weird fucking patrol.

so she makes her way to the dining area you've set up and sure enough! you're there! dishing out stew n bread to the kids and dressed all cute in your jeans and one of abby's shirts. and she's just. so fucking happy to see you, safe and content. you and some of the older kids who don't like to patrol tend to stay within the fences and take care of your lil community, and it's created the perfect conditions for abby to live out the housewife fantasy because she does get to come home after protecting y'all!

you see her walking up to the tables, lev following close behind, and you're already plating up food for your lil family. abby comes up to you, walking around the table until she can wrap you up in a big ol' hug, practically squeezing the life outta ya. you hug her back and press a kiss to the dip of her neck, letting out a lil "welcome home baby" before pulling away and pushing a bowl of stew into her hands. she sets it down, helping you distribute food to the rest of the kids before grabbing both of your guys' plates and going to sit under the tree you'd claimed at yours when you, abby, and lev first found this place, running from Santa Barbara and barely alive.

the breeze is warm, soft, rustling the leaves above you as you two settle in together under the tree. you look so fucking beautiful in the light of the setting sun and abby knows, as she has always known, that she'd fight hoards of infected every day if it meant she got to come home to you.

nonnie this was probably softer than anticipated I am Sorry ok Hozier was playing I got taken over by the spirit its fine

[ptxweekly]

PTX/Cheerleader!/ Santa Barbara Bowl /June 6, 2024

[dudewhoabides]

🥬 Lettuce - “Vámonos” Live at Santa Barbara Bowl - Santa Barbara, CA (7....

[skippyv20]

Can someone please explain how August who is nearly two years younger than Archie is supposedly Archie? The footage of Eugenie in the Netflix program was likely filmed when she was in town and attended the Super Bowl with Henry. That was Feb. 2022. At that point August had just turned one. August was seen with Eugenie and Jack wearing the sweater with the Union Jack on it during that summer. He was about fifteen months old then. The child on the beach was significantly older than August. The same goes for how is it that he was somehow also filling in for Lilibet. The two are just a few months apart born Feb. and June 2022. I have son and a nephew who in their twenties looked like identical twins. Think King George and Tsar Nicholas. Similarities happen.

I appreciate the explanations.

Also, Eugenie may be just trying to keep family connections with them as they are still family. She was in Santa Barbara in Feb. 2023 for an art show. I don’t think we should just write her off her actions as necessarily nefarious.

Ernest looks so much like Eugenie at the same age going by the new pictures she posted for his birthday. I see Jack and Eugenie in August.

I also see Henry and the Markle family in Lilibet based on the July 4 grainy pics last year.

I am leaning towards surrogacy for the pregnancies as I don not think Rachel would put herself through the IVF process. Her belly during Archie’s pregnancy was so deceitful.

And finally can they please be addressed as either Prince and Princess Henry or The Duke and Duchess of Sussex?

Dian was never Princess Diana. She was Hon. Diana Spencer. The. She became Lady Diana Spencer when her father inherited the Earldomin 1975. Was. She married Charles, she became HRH The Princess of Wales. After their split, she became Diana, Princess of Wales.

Catherine isn HRH The Princess of Wales ( Princess William).

And Rachel Meghan Markle, if you are reading this, you should have seen the vitriol levelled against the ladies marrying into THe Firm in the eighties. I could recount some of that if needed.

Henry’s mother was actually quite damaged and on the outs with many prior to her death, including with her land mine mission.

Her untimely death fuelled by the media and politicians using it for their own purposes helped drive the false “people’s princess” and all that pr.

Thank you 🙂

[saintmeghanmarkle]

American Riviera Orchard - the dream vs the reality. A pictorial essay. by u/Mickleborough

American Riviera Orchard - the dream vs the reality. A pictorial essay. There have been a couple of posts about the unfortunate name chosen by Meghan for her (cough) lifestyle line.Great minds think alike; at the same time, I was curious to find out if the name evoked what I thought it was intended to.The (cough) logoFauxligraphy - my guess is that it’s been improved with computer fonts. For example, the lower case C’s, A’s, and R’s are very regular. The lower case D is pure Meghan fauxligraphy - there’s no way you can write that without lifting your pen. Note that the capital A and R are disproportionately narrow compared to the generous O. No money for a pro? Distinct amateur vibes.The dreamWe know what that is, thanks to Meghan’s nightmare sequence.Flowers - so feminine and genteel and ladylike. What is it with Meghan and flowers? (‘I’m a lady! I do lady’s things!’). The kitchen - the heart of the home, complete with weirdly textured mixing bowl and an impractical receptacle for fruit to be used in a kitchen, as opposed to displayed.The Woman in Black. Run for your lives! In the video, the door actually opens slowly - with no human aid…Actually this is more frightening - there’s a lot to be said for soft focus where Meghan’s concerned. We know she’s on a red carpet because her red dress matches it. Not sure what her shoes are meant to go with.The realityLet’s break down each word of that outlandish name. What does each word make you think of?AmericanApple pie’s often invoked as being quintessentially American (along with mom).RivieraThe Riviera‘s the American term for the South of France. Villefranche-sur-Mer, in Provence, east of Nice.Oh wait - you’re supposed to put the words together.American RivieraSanta Barbara - considered the southernmost part of Northern California - bills itself the American Riviera because of its balmy weather and scenic coastline. It’s interesting that Meghan’s gone for a name which invokes an original, namely the French Riviera.OrchardShade Farm Management, an 800-acre avocado and citrus orchard in Santa Barbara.ConclusionIn my opinion the 3 words don’t add up to the whole as promulgated by Meghan in her photos. ‘American Riviera’ has a different feel - leisured, moneyed - from the more workaday, hard labour ‘orchard’.This looks like another instance Meghanese. It’s like ‘silk scouring pad’ or ‘crushed gold ear wax’ - the concepts just don’t go together.‘American Riviera’ on its own would’ve conjured up the fine china, linen, elite lifestyle Meghan’s aiming for. Adding ‘orchard’ makes it sound like what the Beverly Hillbillies do. post link: https://ift.tt/NqXzckn author: Mickleborough submitted: March 20, 2024 at 09:42PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.