#t-steet

[rickchung]

Snack Shack (dir. Adam Rehmeier).

Conor Sherry and Gabriel LaBelle star as slightly douchey best friends in early-'90s Nebraska City coming up with petty schemes to make money, drink beer, avoid trouble, and impress girls. On the surface, the typical teen summer movie shenanigans seem lightweight but reveal more emotional complexities to the immature characters slyly through adolescent adventures hanging out at the public pool. It's a good time to side-steps the usual perils of the less evolved era its set in.

[snufkinsnogger]

..hey guys Do you want to know what? DID you KNOW That suburbanites DON"T?????? Like to be disturbed at NINE O CLOCK AT NIGHT For a burrito that's NOT THEIRS?? DID YOU KNOW THAT???? BECUASE JEDIDAIAH IDDIDN"T

I got an uber eats order for Taco Bell at like 8:30 It took forever and three days for that ONE BURRITO and a small bag of tortilla chips. SO When I get to the address?? 1234 200th Terrace A lady answers the door and SHE IS PISSED. I"m super apologetic and she asks what the adress is and I tell her and it's HER ADDRESS. She tells me tersely to try the next street over FAST FORWARD I'm at the next steet over I"M AT 1234 200th STREEEET A guy answers the door. OH GOOD IT"S JED. IMAINGE

if you ill

my HORROR when I find out THATS NOT JED ITHER?? Well one thing's for sure is that HE"S ALSO NOT HAPPY ABOUT BEING AWOKEN AT NINE THIRTY PM for some FUCKING BURRITO. He asks me what the addy is I tell him He says that'st he next street over I Tell him I was just there and the Lady told me to try here and seh was PISSED I text JED 8 minute timer runs out. No reply I call support. Mathew tries to call Jed. NO ANWERS FUCK YOU JED> YUR BURTIO AND CHIPS WES DECLISIOUS Also please learn where the FUCK You live you JACKASS>

[babyawacs]

@spock @atc @adac ‎ some bs:  iwonder about trafficlights and realtime reality zone segragation d a y t i m e itis a simple logic left turners green all straightahead mustnot druive with lookaround empty steet youmay pass  but in realtime mode

@spock @atc @adac some bs: iwonder about trafficlights and realtime reality zone segragation d a y t i m e itis a simple logic left turners green all straightahead mustnot druive with lookaround empty steet youmay pass but in realtime mode ‎ isuspect this all means sth else like securitymolest on some zones what ist it ‎ I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK +…

[hunting-songs]

dance,sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words ! At some point in the evening someone had put a radio on the tables placed before the bars and had turned up the volume so the whole street was drenched in the songs blarring out of the radio like washed over by a wave of melodies. Into by the electronically buzzing disorted melodies from the radio mixed the laughter of the people and soon enough the tact of feet tapping in the rhythmn of the songs on the street when a few people started to dance. An orchestra was a group of instrumentalists, especially one combining string, woodwind, brass, and percussion sections, that palyed classical music; and for Senritsu this moment with the loud radiomusic, the people laughing that was the string-music, their heartbeats that were the brass-music and the noise of their clothes wosshing around them as they danced over the steet that was as lovely as woodwind music; was a orchestra sweeter than anything she had heard sitting in a theatre. Accordingly, lost in this orechestra only she could hear, Senritsu needed a second longer than usual to hear Dix approaching her and when she finally did, the woman looked at his offered hand with her head tilted to the side like an confused bird. "Mhmmm, what is that? Are you having pity on the horrible old and horrible boring person that is me? That is so sweet of you." Senritsus voice was nothing but a sweet singsang that perfectly mixed in the orchestra of noises around her. She did took the others hand eventually, but only to pull herself on her feet where she continue to hold his hand in hers lightly, carefully, as if he was made of fragile crystalglass. The lights of the bars along the street drenched the air in colourful lights. "But I am pretty sure there are other people who would love to dance with you here. Someone younger without a creaking spine. Someone less boring. Or at least someone on your eyelevel- " She stood before him and lead a short finger that used to look very different in a straight line from her forehead to the others arm, to emphasis her point that she was barely reaching his chest: "-quite literally, I mean. Wouldn´t want to risk you straining your ankle when stumbling over me. That would be something my poor heart would not be able to handle. " With a too theatralically suffering sigh to be serious, Senritsu palced a small hand on her chest as if the mere thougt of Dix stumbling over her made her heart hurt. She held up the show for a few seconds and then looked up to him laughing in all good humor before she winked up to the man, even if that wink was more waggishly humorous than anything else.

[teenyweenyeenymeeny]

oughhh cnot wait t watch chsms eve n sesame steet oughhhhh tht one s m favit

[thetourguidebarbie]

psa pedestrians have the right of way since some people apparently aren’t aware BARBARA

[realworldsucksendhelp]

The Greatest Show

Blue Jones x Male!Reader

Explanation: Okay Im OBESSED with Blue Jones bit hes messed up and i dont want to romanticise anything he has done cause it is NOT okay so instead i have simply taken the character and created a WHOLE AU about it, i have tried to separate it from Sucker Punch as MUCH as possible so instead ill be taking inspo and Chareters from Moulin Rouge and The Greatest Show. Also the lack of Blue x Male!Reader makes me wanna cry and there is SO MUCH MATERIAL THERE so here we are.

Enjoy :DDD

Things to note: The MOLUIN ROUGE only burned down, Satine didnt die nore had she med Christain (yet ;) )

Might make a part two of people like it :))

No ones POV

The Lennox theater the best attraction in town untill a while back. It had everything, good dancers amazing singers and even a attractive owner. That was before the Moulin Rouge arrived. Once a attraction in France, admired by the owner of the Lennos theatre, in fact he coudnt help but be devisted when he heard it burned down. Now his admiration for the show has gone down hill as it has been noithing but bad for business since its arrived. Only people who cant get into the Moulin Rouge go to the Lennox theater.

Blue Jones wpuld awake every night. He would lie awake thinking of new acts and new ways to sell tickets. But every morning he would look out on the steet to see the que for the Moulin Rouge growing more and more each day, untill he had enough.

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"Mr. Jones?"

Blue admitted he looked a rush but quite frankly he cant be bothets with his protégé at the moment. Who might you ask? Christain, a young english writer who has fallen in love with theater. Blue had made the choice to take him under his wing, one he is severely regretting now.

"Not now Christian"

He rushes to the door, tying to avoid talking to Christain and t avoid spending money on another ticket. He has dicided he has had enough and plans to see what is so special about this Circus.

"Are you going to the Moulin Rouge Mr.Jones"

Blue stopped dead in his tracks and turns to look at Christain, his face clearly showing he isnt happy at this relavation Christain has come to.

'Im only checking out our competition Christain and if you wou-"

"Please Sir i have always wanted to go there, ill pay for both of us! I want to see Y/N L/N hes the best in the business mr-"

"IM the best in the business Christain, i thought you knew this"

Christain muttered a small apology and looked down. However the idea of not having to play for the ovet priced tickets was appealing to him.

"And i will prove it..if you pay for the tickets"

Christian's eyes light up as he goes to get his jacket, ad he dose so Blue wonders who this

Y/N person is and if they're so good why hasnt he heard of him.

"Come on!"

Christian excleimed excitedly already waling out the door. Blue had go jog to catch up with him but when he did he noitced how long the que was, it went all the way around the corner, he lets out a sigh and waits patiently, well not really.

"How long is this going to take"

"Hopefully not to long-see! Mr.Jones the lines moving"

Through his excitement however, Christian failed to realise that it was moving because people were walking aways, however he continued to walk on, Blue following him. When he reached the ticket counter Blie finally realised somethings up, but neglected not to say anything.

"Exuse me! Can we hav-"

"Sorry kid outta tickets"

"But-"

"There is a similar club down town witch im sure will fit your-"

The women looks up and down at both Blue and Christian.

"Needs"

"I OWN that 'club'and it isnt a club its a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Now blue hates being interrupted, he was just about to give a peace of him mind to whoever it wad, untill he sore him

Y/Ns POV

I get ready for todays show and go to get one of our acts from the ticket booth. Nearly eveyone was seated so i made sure everything was running smoothly.

"I OWN that 'club' and it isnt a club is a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Whats he doing here?

Blue Jones owns the Lennox theater down the streat from here, i have heard of his show and people tend to be very impressed. I havent had the opportunity to go see it i have been meaning to but ever since we have opened here business had been booming. I know eventually things will die down so im taking this opportunity and making as much money as possible. I do however, feel a bit guilty for taking business off Blue Jones, so i tell my employers to offer going to the Lennox theater instead, hoping that will make up for it. He turns around i can definitely say im impressed. He is a short man but his hair is slicked back giving him a classy look. He had a thin mustache lining up almost perfectly with his top lip.

"Exuse me?"

"Are you Y/N L/N?"

I hadn't even noitced the man standing behind him, he seemed less experienced in the business as blue, you can tell by his innocent expression, even if your not doing the dirty work this business can have a toll on you, guilt tends to take over as you watch new girls get currupted. I try to make it as pleasant as possible, they keep the money they make for selling there pleasantries plus a standard employee pay, they choice who and when theu do it and i never negotiate to sell them, girls who purley want to dance or sing, fo only so. I belive this is where Blue and I differ.

"Yes, i am and im sorry to pry but what exactly are you doing here"

"With all do respect Mr.L/N your show was unpleasantly disrupted buisness at my Theatre"

"Im sorry Mr.Jones, im sure this whole buzz will die out soon enough, im simply seizing the opportunity while i can, i dought we will be selling out every show, is that why you two came here?"

"No! Mr.L/N we cam to see your show! I mean i have heard of you and what you do is amazing! I mean your show in paris, people travelld the world to see!"

"Thank you, i am flatterd you think so highly of me, the seats are all taken but you can watch from the back?"

"I think well take you up on that offer"

"Great right this way"

I lead them back stage to where things where slowly ascending into choas, they usually do when we sell out. I look around for our star act, our sparkling diamond, and my best friend Santine.

"Where Santine!?"

I shout, not to loud but loud enough.

"Here!"

I turn around to be greated by Santine looking as beautiful as ever, just not my type.

"So what are we doing tonight?"

She asks, eyeing Christain as she dose.

"Im thinking of opening with Ladies choice"

"Crowed pleaser"

She adds

"And i was thinking Diamonds are a girls best friend for you ?"

"Great! Ill get my costume ready!"

I turn to see Christain obviously swooning over Santine, i find myself surprised Blue is seamily unaffected, or maybe hes juts good at hiding it.

"Y/N! Your on!!"

"Oh shit.. yous can watch from there" i point to a opening in the curtains and rush to my point on stage.

"Ladies choice"

I whisper to the musicians they give me a nod as i get in stage. Its a big higher than the reat of the stage, separateing me from the dancers. I grab my mic and its buisness as usual.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Moulin Rouge!"

Applauds flood the house and i smile as i take it all on.

"Now im not going to keep you all from enjoying the show, so sit back, relaxe and enjoy!"

The music starts and i work my magic, i usually open up the show either with this song or a few other's, but this one has to be a crowd favourite.

Blues POV

I watched as Y/N prefromed the opening act, its weird how much i admire him having only known him a short period of time. Its werid how when presented with one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen my mind wonders only to how this man carries himself, i think im going insane.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, but dont waste all your aplose applause on me! I give you the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond!"

The whole theater goes black and only a spotlight comes from the ceiling, i should noitce the way it illuminates Santine, the way her outfit shimmers in the light and her beautiful voice, and i do but not in the same way i watch Y/N look up in total awe at Satine, as she spins around the room Y/N whole body turns to watch, the same awe struck smile on his face. I then come to a relization. They must be together, there cant be another explanation. I hate this feeling, i dont know why i care so much, i dont know this man and hes a MAN, i dont feel jealous of him, i feel jealousy of, as he discribes her,the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond, i feel jealously, but i dont know why.

I look over at Christain, fiding him as the rest of the men in the room are, swooning over Satine. I pull my gaze to a group of women, all fawning over Y/N, i look again, somethings familiar, till it hit me, those are my girls.

True its there day off and they can do what they want but again, the jealous feeling i get when Y/N makes eye contact with none outhet than Vera Goski, he gives her a wink then walks to meet Santine.

"Isnt she beautiful"

Christain says, not breaking his gaze away from Santine.

"Yeah..she is"

But my gaze is not on Santine, its on Y/N

[saidrolav]

Drunk Aurora

Single dad!Sam Wilson x gn!reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend dumped you, and you decide to get drunk in a pub but you bump into a handsome man.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of vomit, a small part of angst, mostly fluff.

a/n: I've been heavily inspired by the marvelous @barnesnroses and their fic "Invisible string" go check out their works cuz it makes my heart warm. 🥰 (I know you said i didn't had to credit you but i did it ANYWAY BECAUSE PEOPLE NEED TO SEE WHATCHU WROTE CUZ ITS WOW 🙌)

not my gif!

You knew it. You knew it was going to happen sooner or later and it didn't fail. It happened. Your boyfriend, well, now ex-boyfriend had left you, and you had felt it, your relationship was close to an end. But even through you knew it was gonna end, you didn't said anything, and even through you knew, it still hurted bad deep down in your heart. He left your appartement the morning. All day you sat on your couch watching him coming in and out of your place, his arms full of boxes, in silence. The only thing you managed to say when he told you it was over was an 'okay.' and since then you've been silent. You didn't even cried. You weren't shocked. You were just thinking, well, what am i going to do now ? All by myself. A part of you was screaming 'You don't need him, you're strong!' and the other part was crying their heart out. The thing that the two parts of you agreed on was, drinking. Drinking.. a lot. So that's what you did.

You entered the nearest pub that was quite crowded and approached the fastest you could the bar. You ordered the first alcohol on the list (which was the strongest), and waited patiently for your drink.

You looked around you and saw a couple of people playing cards and others laughing until they were out of breath, it made you smile slightly and when your eyes came back to the bar, your drink was in front of you. It took you no time to think that you were already drinking it in one shot, the alcohol burning your throat and your cheeks at the same time. You asked for another drink, and another one, and another one.. At your.. You didn't remembered how much drinks you had but you were quite drunk, you decided you should probably go home, and when you got out of the pub, you saw that the moon were already up high in the dark sky.

You stared at it for a couple minutes but when you tried to walk, you saw that your legs weren't following the pace and you almost fell, you putted your arm against the nearest wall and tried to find back your balance, looking at the ground. You really wanted to throw up right here in the middle of the street because the alcohol was burning your stomach and it made you feel sick, you bended your legs and catched your breath. You took a big breath and looked back at the street, okay fine, you were good, not going to throw up on the middle of the steet, you still had some dignity. Yes you were drunk in the middle of the night, outside, but at least you weren't going to vomit.

You standed up and it was with wide eyes filled with terror that you realized that you haven't putted your arm against a wall. You were too drunk to realize but you were holding a piece of t-shirt that were belonging to a chest of a man. A pretty handsome man to say at least. He haven't said a word, didn't make a move, didn't do anything until you were feeling better, his chocolate brown eyes were looking at you with concern and waited any sign to prove that you were okay.

"OH MY GOD !" You screamed and it made him jump a little, that's when he realized you were probably drunk, with the scream and the fact that you haven't realized you had grabbed him with his shirt. "Since when you've b-been here ?" You frowned and it made him laugh.

"I guess since i'm stuck with you ?" He smiled and pointed with his index where you were still holding him.

"I'm SO sorry... I mean i'm sorry for you for being stuck with such an handsome person." You winked miserably and he laughed even more at your attempt to flirt with him when you couldn't even walk.

"That's okay, pumpkin, i'm going to take you home just lead me okay ?" He smiled kindly and before you could answer he took you in his arms and lifted you so your legs weren't touching the ground anymore, you let out a little scream which made him chuckle. Damn that guy was strong has hell! He moved you like you were a feather and it made you feel like all sorts of butterflies were erupting in your stomach. He carried you, princess style and waited quietly for your instructions. And he waited quite some time, he had been more than patient with you but suddenly he heard soft snores coming from you and he smiled, he thought you were adorable. He didn't know if he was happy because he could take you to his home or unhappy because you would think he was some sort of freak taking random people in his house.

He finally took control of the situation and bringed you to his appartment, he wasn't going to leave you here anyway, so he thought it was the best choice.

The both of you arrived to his appartment, he tried to make no noises so he wouldn't woke up his son. He putted you on his couch and took off your shoes, putted those next to you and laid a blanket on your sleeping body. He waited a couple minutes and assured himself that you were in deep sleep and went in his bedroom so he could sleep too.

"Dad, DAD !" He jumped out of his bed only to be met with his son, Aiden, and he took him in his arms with a huge smile on his face, Sam had slept at least a good 7 hours.

"What's going on buddy ?" He ruffled his hair while taking him in the kitchen to make the breakfast for the three of you.

"Dad, there's a princess on the couch..." Sam frowned a bit and took a look on the couch and saw you, still asleep which made him smile, he putted his son back on the ground.

"Yeah that's Sleeping beauty, don't wake them up or they'll eat you alive !" He whisper-shouted at his son and at the end of his sentence he added some tickles under Aiden's arms which made him laugh loudly while running away.

Sam took a pan to make some eggs with bacon and putted on some cartoons and Aiden watched these in silence. The only sounds that we were able to hear were the TV and your soft snores that were coming from the couch.

Sam finished his scrambled eggs and bacon and seperated them in three plates, he putted one in front of you on the table of his living room, and one in front of his son who ate it with enthusiasm. He sat down on the seat next to you and ate his own plate while watching the cartoons with Aiden.

He served three big glasses of orange juice and he got worried when he saw that you were still asleep and it was almost 11am, your food was going to get cold. He drank his orange juice fastly and putted down his plate to kneel down next to you. He shaked you softly, trying to wake you up as gently as possible and it worked, you opened slowly your eyes but they widened quickly as the realisation hitted you. Who was this man ? What is this place ? Where the heck are you ? What happened last night ? Before you or Sam could manage to say something you heard a third person talking.

"Dad you woke them up they're going to eat you alive !" Aiden smiled at his dad and the man in front of you couldn't control his laugh when he saw the confusion creeping on your face. You sat up straight and looked around you while you were putting your hair correctly. You stomach groaned when your eyes landed on a plate filled with food and a homemade orange juice, you gave a questionning look to the man next to you but he only he sat back on his seat to eat his own dish.

"You can eat." He simply said with a charming smile which made your heart melt. "I made those for you." "You really didn't had to.." His smile only growed bigger. "But i wanted to." "Oh, thanks.." And you suddenly felt embarassed for letting your sentence in suspense because you didn't remembered his name, if he told you.

"I'm Sam, and this is Aiden." He gave a look at his son and you smiled before giving an akward wave at the kid which he returned fastly. "I'm y/n."

"Hi princess!" You blushed a deep shade of red and chuckled a bit before eating in silence your plate as you were also watching the cartoons on the TV.

When the three of you finished your portions of food, Sam took them along with the empty drinks and went to do the dishes, while Aiden went to the bathroom he had explained everything that happened last night and you were feeling more comfortable around Sam and his son.

Aiden sitted next to you and stared at you until you gave him the attention he wanted, then out of nowhere he blurted suddenly: "Is my dad your prince since he woke you from your 100 years old sleep ?" You grinned widely before taking a look at Sam, but this one had his back turned to you, however you could clearly see his big smirk.

"I guess so ?.." You chuckled slightly, not knowing what to answer to such a young child. You stayed at Sam's house a couple of minutes more, playing with Aiden, laughing, they had made your day a thousand times better, but you had to tell him that you had to leave and it made your heart broke when you saw the puppy dog eyes that his son was giving you.

"I'm gonna drive you home sleeping beauty." Sam said to you and his eyes lightened up when they met yours which made you blush slightly.

"No that's okay i don't leave that far i can walk." You nodded to yourself before returning his huge smile.

"That's not what was happening last night," He laughed and you joined him. Your cheeks were hurting from how much you smiled and chuckled that morning. "But you sure ?"

"Yeah, don't worry i'll be fine!" You were soon about to tell him goodbye but as soon as the two of you were in front of his appartment he screamed a "wait!" before disappearing again inside. He came back a couple of seconds later with a pen and he wrote his number on the back of your hand, and he added a "for drunk Aurora." while laughing to himself. When you read it, it made you smile brightly before kissing his cheek, making him blush lightly. You turned your back and was ready to leave when you heard him screaming behind you:

"THE PRINCE WILL BE WAITING FOR THE CALL OF HIS MAJESTY !"

You gave him two thumbs up while chuckling and walking backwards so you could see his charming smile still on his lips. The two parts of you really were right, sometimes, getting drunk was the right option when you could run into Sam Wilson.

[goldenbeebooks]

Ash-white apartment blocks. Hords of people on the steet, lighted Christmas trees sparkling high on penthouse balconies and complacent Christmas music floating out of shops, and weaving in and out of crowds I had a strange feeling of being already dead, of moving in a vaster sidewalk grayness than the street or even the city could encompass, my soul disconnected from my body and drifting among other souls in a mist somewhere between past and present, Walk Don't Walk, individual pedestrians floating up strangely isolated and lonely before my eyes, blank faces plugged into earbuds and staring straight ahead, lips moving silently, and the city noise dampened and deafened, under crushing, granite-colored skies that muffled the noise from the street, garbage and newsprint, concrete and drizzle, a dorty winter grayness wighing like stone.

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

[trixcuomo]

I’m crashing in so u betta get this party started

((Another campy, Warcraft-infused iteration worthy of the genre...))

Next on Trixany and the Kaja-Cola Flava Girls...

Trixy's my name, after me Kaja-Cola was never the same! Trixany's my name!

T R I X A N Y !

One sunny afternoon at the Kaja-Cola Dream House, high up in the Stonetalon Mountains...

[Guild] [Meghan]: Mu’usha above! Trixany, what happened to you??

[Guild] [Trixany]: *stumbles in, with baby blue ripped Kaja-Cola costume and white knee-high boots with a broken heel* Arghh.... I had a run-in with Phuur in Dalaran. I tried to handle it once and for all in a civil fashion, and with honor. The way a true warrior would--

[Guild] [Dahlia]: *gravelly Forsaken voice* You mean with D20 rolls? You should have just stabbed her in the shin.

[Guild] [Shuga]: Dahli! Will you cut that out--do you want this girl band guild to get shitposted and banned? Geez, if one more leader of the Frostwolf Clan unfriends me at this point...

[Guild] [Trixany]: ... I rolled a 19. But then that witch Phuur just... stabbed me with her pink crystal dagger, right in the... shin! *groans, collapses on the bright yellow and pink Kaja-Cola Dream House couch*

[Guild] [Dahlia]: See! That’s how you’re supposed to handle things in Dalaran. Steet! Jaina banned people, Madam Goya breaks thumbs... actually, that place can get pretty ghetto come to think of it.

Caption: Dalaran, where pretty magical fireworks happen and lead singers of girl bands getting stabbed in their shins also happens.

[Guild] [Shuga]: Grrr... Enough is enough. Something has to be done here. I’m a Burning Blade Orc by birth, and I’ll be socially dead if one more Orc shitposts about me on Reddit...

[Guild][Trixany]: Wait, Shug--I thought you said you were Frostwolf Clan by birth?

[Guild][Dhalia]: No, she’s a Mag’har Orc now. Shug kept losing followers.

[Guild][Shuga]: That was the week before last. Anyway, those Ally’s Angels have gone too far. We may be a girl band put together mainly for softdrink promotional purposes and not our actual musical talent, but we’re still Horde! *loud wolfwhistle* Mojo Jojo! Arcana Mama! Start up the Kaja-Car. *glints, sinister Orcish snarl* We’ve got some real hard core PvP on our hands.

[Guild] [Coco]: Meanwhile, the intelligent Goblin goil of the guild is gonna stay clean out of it and call our lawyers in about an hour, in anticipation of a fantastic blow-out that can only result in harmin’ business long-term. But have fun, ladies! *crosses ankles on the sofa next to her dying step sister Trixany. Turns magazine page*

[Guild] [Trixany]: *still groggy, as the pretty Nightborne Arcana tries to revive Trixany with Kaja-Cola brand smelling salts in a bright orange vial* Wait, who’s the DM for this again? And do I need a summon?

[Guild] [Shuga]: NO MORE D20! This is real killing, okay?!

Later, at the Ally’s Angels concert in Cathedral Square, Stormwind...

[Phuur]: Aaah, yes, King Anduin. *curtseys* We have seats vight up vront here for you and your date.

[Anduin]: Thank you very much. But no, this is just Wrathion. He’s here on diplomatic matters, of course.

[Phuur]: I’m sure he is. *she makes scare quotes with her blue claws* “Diplomatic.”

[Anduin]: Honestly, I’ve always loved Gnomeade since I was a kid, and we’re both huge fans of Ally’s Angels. Wrathion’s spoken of nothing else since I punched him right in the face with my excellent right hook that one time.

Caption: Young Prince Anduin, with a Gnomeade commercial stuck in his head, “I feel like Gnomeade tonight, like Gnomeade tonight!”

[Wrathion]: *sighs, crosses arms in his embroidered jacket* Must we... keep mentioning that, Anduin dear?

[Phuur]: Enjoy ze show, boys. *winks at them both and gently sashays on her Draenei hooves back to the stage set up in front of the Cathedral stairs* Ladies? Is everyzing set to go?

[Gelica]: *The Human priestess looks up as she finishes tuning her golden electric guitar* The Gnomeade Gnomes have handled everything beautifully as usual. They even brushed Roary all over even though she’s not... really that kind of Worgen.

[Phuur]: *winces* Uh-oh. Roary? You okay with zat? I know you prefer to perform in your Human form at a big event like zhis?

[Roary]: *still making a purring noise and wagging her bushy gray tail* Aaall... over. So nice.

[Phuur]: Oh? Oookay, zhen. *she is handed a blue and gold Gnomish microphone as the Gnomeade Gnomes pick up their equipment and smoothly depart. Phuur then takes her spot center-stage. The sapphire blue curtains haven’t raised yet, but all three Alliance performers smile when they hear the Cathedral Square crowd begin to cheer and chant*

Ally! Ally! Ally! Ally!

[Phuur]: Time to finally show zhe vorld of Azeroth we are ze best peformers, and ze greatest softdrink beverage company! *mutters* Take zhat, Trixany!

[Roary]: Wolf-howls, and laughs mischeviously. *the curtains raise, Gelica sends the first golden guitar riff sailing. Phuur and Roary spin side by side, then drop to their knees in a dramatic synchronized dance move. Then, holding onto each other with real emotion, Phuur curls over her microphone and begins to sing in harmony.*

I looove... what I looove, Roary...

And I love, what you love, Phuur...

What do yoooooou love, Gelica?

We all love... we looooove the Alliance...

Caption: Gnomeade’s premier girl band, Ally’s Angels. Gelica (Human), Phuur (Draenei), Roary (Worgen)

But then, a heavy shadow passes over Cathedral Square and all are compelled to look up, even the highly trained Gnomeade Ally’s Angels performers.

A giant green zeppelin with the bright orange Kaja-Cola logo on the side is sailing dead-aimed at stage.

[Phuur]: *looks up, wide-eyed* They wouldn’t dare... All because I--

[Gelica]: *lowers her guitar, annoyed* Phuur, did you go Eredar on us again? Something clearly provoked this. Roary, did you know about this?

[Roary]: Why, I must say... *then stops looking so concerned* That’s an unusually apt deduction for a Human, Gelica. *eyeroll*

Blood Elf “Fiesta Lime” Trixany is at the helm in her bright blue and green Kaja-captain’s hat, looking very ill and leaning on crutches. The fearsome Orc known as “Shuga Slam” is wearing an Admiral’s hat and red, studded shoulderguards. She’s bracing Trixany up from the other side. Shuga then raises her Goblin megaphone device.

[Shuga][Yells]: Lok’tar! All this pure, white, colorless stone... This place is SO bland, isn’t it, Flava-Girls?

[All Flava-Girls]: Wooooooo! Yeah!

[Jojo]: Light up dat sucka!! For da Horde!

[Shuga][Yells]: Yeeeeaaaah!! I say... LET’S FLAVA-BLAST IT!!! !!! 1!

*BWOOOSH!!! fWOOOOM!*

The gaseous, fiery explosion could be heard from all the way to Booty Bay.

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tagged by: @egirlunicornrocksall  thank you for the tag <3 <3 

rules: answer the following questions and tag whoever u’d like to get to know better <3

zodiac

Sagittarius!! 

height

5'7ish I know I’m smol :( 

time

Central US for 9:55 atm

favorite band/artist

OH GOD here comes the judgement. Taylor Swift, Back Steet boys, Iron Maiden, Icon for Hire, Debauchery, Beyond the Black, I can’t pick one

song stuck in my head

Hollow by Icon for Hire

last film i watched

Haven’t watch any films but the last thing I’ve watched was The Mist on netflix!!

last thing i googled

3d printer STL files

other blogs

None If I’m gonna be horny I’m doing it on main

do i get asks

Sometimes but it’s almost always the same few people

why did i chose this username

It describes me perfectly <3 

following

334 weirdo <3

average amount of sleep

either 1 hour or 10 there is no inbetween

what I’m wearing

Black jeans, black t shirt, and socks.

dream job

anything where I can help people

dream trip

To visit some of my out of state/country friends

favourite food

pizza, cake, ice cream only the best stuff

play any instruments

I use to play the guitar about a decade ago. Haven’t touched it in a while

eye color

brown :(

hair color

also brown :(

languages you speak

English and like VERY little french and spanish

most iconic song

I want it that way!!!! 

random fact

Random fact, I’m awful at coming up with stuff like this

describe yourself as aesthetic things

Clouds blotting out the night sky, a dash of pink across a black wall, a flickering light in a dark ally, a neon sign flashing in an old bar

Hmmm I’ll tag @dostoevskys-spacecadet @catharticwound @waiting-in-the-weeds

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T H E   D O O R

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The comments and additions on this post about the famous Baker Street door with the number 221b, got me started on a little research regarding that topic. 

One of the most striking differences lies in the glossiness of the door. In Series One the door appeares to be painted in matt-black (pic above). A big scratch mark next to the B can be easily seen. 

This changes with ASIB, where the surface of the same door suddenly shines in a brilliant, bright black (pic below). Not the slightest trace of a scratch mark can be detected. 

But that’s not the only difference. More doors below the cut …..

The unaired PILOT

In this episode the door looks more brownish than black. Maybe this different appearance is indeed due to the special colour used for the filming of PILOT … who knows. BUT there is definitely no scratch mark next to the B.

Another little but very important detail … the letterbox on the door:

A Study in Pink

Same letterbox on the matt-black door as in PILOT and there’s a big scratch mark next to the B.

The Blind Banker

Same matt-black door, same letterbox. Couldn’t find a useful pic of the house number and the scratch mark.

The Great Game

Same door, same letterbox. Though just barely, the scratch mark can be seen on the enlarged pic.

A Scandal in Belgravia

The door has become glossy and shiny and the scratch mark is gone. Maybe Mrs. Hudson felt the need for a new paint after the big explosion opposite? And also for a new letterbox, as it seems ….

The Hounds of Baskerville

Very glossy, definitely no scratch mark next to the B and a plain rectangular letterbox.

The Reichenbach Fall

Those are the best shots of the door I was able to find. Not much to go on.

The Empty Hearse

Same door design for Season Three … glossy, no scratch mark, rectngular letterbox.

The Sign of Three

Glad I was able to find at least one barely useful pic of the door.

His Last Vow

Glossy, no scratch mark, rectngular letterbox.

The Abominable Bride

Surprisingly … while whole of London, as well as the interior of Baker Street 221 B, has charmingly turned into the Victorian era for great parts of this episode, the famous door hasn’t much. Only the doorbell is different and the original lock has been removed (compare to THOB pics above).

I would have expected also a subtle change of the house number but most of all … of the letterbox. But this one seems to be still the same plain, rectangular design as used for S2 and S3. 

Found this pic in an old folder for TAB setlock stuff. Sadly the source is missing.

Series Four

Not much camera appearance for the door in the whole of S4. Only The Lying Detective provides one blury shot of it. The letterbox - as fas as it can be seen (or guessed) - looks very much plain and rectngular. That’s all I can safely say.

Some door pics from the Baker Street Set at Upper Boat Studios  2013   (source)

On 21 March, Jean Upton and Roger Johnson, who were in Cardiff to take part in the TV quiz show 'Only Connect', were invited to visit the 'Sherlock' set at Upper Boat Studios. Not knowing that filming had begun on 'The Empty Hearse', they were surprised and delighted to find Benedict Cumberbatch and Una Stubbs there, as well as Sue Vertue and Mark Gatiss. Sue and Mark showed them over the set and allowed them to take photographs, on condition that certain features were not shared until after Series 3 had been broadcast. 

At North Gower Steet  2016  (source)

The letterbox  2016  (source)

The original door in North Gower Street  (Pics from a friend, taken on 13. April 2014. TEH had aired in January of the same year.)

Not very black and not very glossy. But the letterbox on the original door looks very much the same as the one for the Baker Street door in S2 - S4. 

This leaves the question why the creators decided to change the design of the door after Series One. The big scratch mark is only visible in ASIP, TBB and TGG (not in the PILOT). 

The colour of the door goes from matt-black to very glossy-black. The shiny surface of the door creates not just shadows but almost reflections of People standing in front. Just like on the Instagram pic below, posted by @gosherlocked on 30. June 2019. If the time specification in the pink header is correct, this pic should be from the Baker Street set for Series Four in 2016.

The changable letterbox

This is even more curious than the change in paint. There are a lot of little, seamingly unnecessary changes from PILOT to ASIP:

Sherlock’s and John’s meeting date - from 14. January to 29. January

Angelo’s alabi from car-jacking to house-breaking

the ‘retired plumber’ into an ‘airline pilot’

Northumberland Terrace to Northumberland Street

the sound of the barking dog moved from the end to the beginning of the episode

changed (mirrored) positions of the characters in almost all the scenes (X)

The letterbox of the famous Baker Street door though, stays the same from PILOT to TGG.. 

Then, from ASIB onwards, it is replaced by this plain rectangular one. 

Some thoughts going through my mind:

This isn’t just a random door in London. It’s the famous door which leads to the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. Because of this it’s very hard to assume the reason for the sudden changes after TGG should be just some sort of coincidence or even carelessness. After all, the same people are responsible for them who also created this beautiful door for TAB.

For the creation of Sherlock BBC both, the original door in North Gower Street is used as well as an identical studio door. 

The original house number on the North Gower Street door gets replaced with the well known ‘221B’ for filming. What about the letterbox though? Additional to the real door there is also the studio door. This means: change one - change both. Which should rule out a coincidence or a mistake. 

When I noticed the change in painting … from matt to glossy … I first assumed this will happen most likely between TRF and TEH. It could be a reference to Sherlock’s long hiatus. In the time span of three years the chances are high that a door is ready for a new surface. I was surprised to find the point of change actually after TGG. Sure, there are the effects of the explosion opposite, at the beginning of the episode, but later in that ep the door looks cleaned up again. Only the fanlight is covered by a black foil to indicate the damage. Presumed, responsible for the glossy new painting of the door, after TGG, is indeed meant to be the exlosion opposite …. why change the letterbox as well?

Maybe another little mystery to solve. :)  I leave you to your own deductions.

July, 2019

@gosherlocked @sherlockshadow @sarahthecoat @possiblyimbiassed @raggedyblue @thepersianslipper @the-signs-of-two

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Tarot Readings

Hello to any and all who see this,

I am opening up to doing tarot readings! These readings will be by donation, preferably $1 for 3-card readings, but whatever you’d like to donate would be a lot of help! If you have a specific spread that you’d like me to use, please DM or submit it! I am open to doing spreads that require more than 3 cards.

This is my first time advertising readings, and as much as I’d like it to be for fun, this post is made out of necessity. TLDR: My wife and I are short on rent and don’t want to get thrown out on the steet. Then include our other bills that will be coming up soon (like insurance) and we’re in a pickle. We also have a large dog with us that would make it impossible to find an apartment again (especially without it being double our current rent).

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Interception

a foray in a sleepless night .... 

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a/n: how I spend my early morning in the camper trying not to suffocate the humidity of southern Texas while three fans blow on me :)

&&&&&&&&&&

The train whistle woke her but the footsteps kept her from falling back to sleep. He was pacing again.

A lot.

With an inner groan and an outer fist clench, she turned over, sandwiched her head between two pillows and prayed he’d go to sleep before the sun came up.

Nothing she wanted less than a tired Mulder and his grammar Nazi ways meeting her head on at 7:05am with a plastered on fake happy attitude and a swiftly declining pessimistic view of the world. It would make for a very, very ugly Saturday.

And she didn’t want an ugly Saturday.

She wanted a quiet Saturday of driving and tottering-pile vehicle paperwork.

Inner ear infection forced them into the car as opposed to flying, driving towards  Denver at less than breakneck speeds. Why did her ear have to act up now? It couldn’t have waited four days before screwing with her, making her dizzy, drops and antibiotics on the table.

This damn suspect better get life for the trouble she was going to to get to his trial with Mulder’s testimony and her science. He’d better be found guilty and possibly rot in a quiet little hole in the corner of the universe she would never think about again.

Fuck.

Now she wanted to pace.

Sitting up too quick, she waited until the world steadied and her ear popped open before venturing to the connecting door. Not thinking to knock, she walked in, took stock of Mulder’s wanderings, calculated proper intercept and began silently moving beside him, matching shuffle, Mulder shortening his slightly, hers lengthening a fraction, meeting in the middle to bounce from door to wall to bathroom to wall to door in a flat loop of speeding mind and tightened heart.

Three passes it took for him to reach over, find her hand, catch her fingers and pull her to a stop, “are you going to pace with me all night?”

“If I have to.”

“You don’t have to though.”

Brief squeeze to his thumb, she kept her hold on it, “I guess it’s more like a ‘you’re awake, I’m awake, might as well be tired as hell tomorrow together’ kind of thing.” Looking up at him, wondering how long it would take for that crease between his eyebrows to become a permanent thing, “will you sit down for me?”

“I’m pacing for a reason, Scully, ‘cause I can’t sit down.”

“How about you try for me and give what I’m going to do a chance?”

Sitting as ordered, “are you going to do some voodoo on me, get my shit in order so I can take a nap and not annoy the hell out of you in 5 hours?”

Brief loss of contact as she shut the bright lights of the room off, dropping the darkness around them in shadowy sheets, she was careful not to poke his eyes as she reached for his face, fingers against temple hairline, thumbs on his eyebrows, “close your eyes.”

“This is gonna get weird, I can feel it.”

“Shut up, Mulder.” Her voice whispered, however, her tone gently as she pushed lightly against the circled bones around his eyes, rubbing, moving from one end of his brow to the other, “I’m going to see if I can get you to relax a little.” Scooting her knees between his, she moved closer, invading territories kept well-guarded except under cover of dark, “you need to take a deep breath and let one thing go for me. The worry your testimony won’t carry the weight it should, your anger at Dennison, your wonder about what I’ll do if I ever discover another of those videos of yours. Whatever you want. Just something.”

His mouth twitched to a smile briefly at the video comment, “I don’t even have those videos anymore.”

Thumbs moving to the crease above his nose, she smoothed the wrinkle back, shaping skin to even contour, “did you wear them out? Can’t afford new ones on a G-man’s salary?”

“Got better things to do with my time now.” His head dropped forward slightly, pressure against the pads of her fingers increasing, “you should do this all the time.”

“What? Get an ear infection and force us to drive halfway across the country? I think not, Agent Mulder.” Her fingers were moving now, too, joining in tandem, ten spots of tactile heaven to a malleable Mulder, drifting away on sensory overload, happy sounds vibrating deep in his throat. With her own smile, she asked him quietly, “enjoying?”

Hhhmm’ing his response, she ramped it up just slightly, shifting fingers behind ears, thumbs now at junction of jaw, able to feel contracting muscles as he smiled again, “I’d pay good money for you to do this every night.”

Yeah, she blushed a little but it was dark and she would not be judged.

“You know I’d do it for tacos and brownies.”

Drifting down his neck, her fingers continued ministration miracles, thumbs now to the sides of his throat, feeling bobbing Adam’s apple and neck tendons she forgot the names of the moment she touched him, “I think we passed a Taco Bell a mile or two back.”

Walking hands to the back of his neck, she rubbed out tense tendons and sent a shiver she could feel down his spine when she slid her fingers into his hair, massaging his skull with practiced movement, “maybe later. Right now, I think you should forget everything else as well and focus just on my hands.”

His head fell forward of its own volition, forehead connecting with her stomach and not giving one good God-damn about whatever else happened in the world because he could feel her warmth through her shirt and the pull of Jersey cotton down over her breasts. If she did this much longer, he was pretty sure he’d probably forget how to breath but …. Well … whatever.

“Focused.”

Amused by his head against her, she continued, whisper dropping to his ears as her hands drifted down and out across his shoulder blades, pushing, kneading, working knots, “now, I’d like you to remember that time we skipped work and you took me to sit beside the Potomac, brought us hot dogs from that guy and got him to throw in extra pickles. You got all fancy with your napkin bringing and your water bottle condensation cleaning and we sat there for hours and talked about string theory and mummification and you tried to convince me that pie wasn’t the devil and we took a nap under that tree and then the squirrels came and stole our leftovers and you dropped your shoe in the water and had to go back to work in your sock.”

He would not remove his head, regardless but he did open his eyes for a moment, staring down the barrel of threadbare shirt and flannel covered thighs towards a floor he couldn’t see given her proximity, “we never did that.”

Working now down his spine, back muscles hard to loose under her hands, “we should. I think it would be a good for us to break a rule or two now and again.”

“With steet vendor hot dogs and lost shoes?”

To reach lower, she had to lean in more, press him further into her belly, “sounds pretty perfect to me.”

His smile turned first the right side of his mouth up, then his left, spreading slowly but surely, “I think we can manage that then.”

“Good.”

She reached down as far as she could, the dip in his lower back teasingly just out of reach, then returning north again, she pushed deeper, arms trembling with angle and force.

Hitting a good spot, Mulder’s hands moved, first to her waist to steady her, then, hands splayed, began kneading her ass in sync. He didn’t realize it until almost a minute later, when he felt her hands still on his neck once again, fingers tickling spine, thumbs below ears.

He stopped as well.

But didn’t move his hands.

“I’ve forgotten all those things you told me to forget.”

“So have I.”

Slowly, slowly, slowly, he let his hands fall away, clasping his knees instead of her, keeping them to himself in a wretchingly difficult gesture of partnerly nonsense, “are you tired?”

Sometimes, just sometimes, all the time, she wished things were different, “sort of.”

Having enjoyed her hands a little too much, “I should probably let you get some sleep then, shouldn’t I? We’ve got some driving to do tomorrow if we’re going to make it by Sunday night.

Memories of his touch smoldered on her waist, her ass, her belly, “or you could turn around and I can get at a few muscles I couldn’t reach.”

“T-Rex arms strike again?”

“Always, Mulder.”

He didn’t object, twisting on the bed sheets so her back was to him, “okay?”

“Dino arms can reach you now, thank you.”

Both knew his touching her had been an involuntary thing. He never would have done it had he been awake, aware, attentive to more than just her hands but he felt the guilt creeping up and with it, “hey, why did you just tense up all of a sudden?”

Stupid hesitation was his death knell, “the case.”

As she dug into his lower back, pushing against him with fists and knuckles, “liar.”

Quiet held session between them until his voice carried to her quietly, “I’m sorry I touched you like that. I didn’t mean to. I just … I didn’t mean to.”

Her hands disappeared for a minute then he felt them snake over his shoulders, hugging his tightly from behind, “I know you didn’t. It’s that fine line we have, Mulder. Sometimes someone falls over the edge of it for a minute but then they scramble back, regardless of how difficult and irritating it is to have that line in the first place.”

“It’s difficult and irritating for you, too?”

Chuckling in his ear, she squeezed him closer, breath tickling, “you have no idea sometimes.” Interjecting, as much as she hated to, the humor necessary to pry them apart and get them to sleep in their own beds, “especially when you wear those black socks with your basketball shorts and you have sweaty pit stains on your threadbare tanktop and I can smell you five feet away. You are quite the irresistible specimen right then.”

He hated she was giving them their out but knowing she was right, “kinda like when you have on your autopsy cap on, I mean, I can barely keep my hands off you … especially when you throw in those squeaky white granny tennis shoes.”

Turning her head enough to kiss his cheek, “g’night, Mulder. Try to get some sleep.”

Hugging her arms, he leaned into her lips for a moment, “you, too.”

&&&&&&&&&&

She left the room, closing the door behind her, pulling the sheets on the bed straight, fluffing the squashy hotel pillow then, without consent from her brain, she turned and opened the adjoining door again. Seeing him pacing, she calculated the intercept for the second time in less than an hour and began walking beside him, holding his thumb and cruising the room in 38 step fashion.

[imorca]

10 Favorite Female Characters from 10 Different Fandoms

Tagged by @untapdhauntings on 20/Aug/2018

Rules: write your 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people. (These are in no particular order, and they are just a small sample.)

Carol Peletier, The Walking Dead

Misty Knight, Luke Cage/Defenders/Iron Fist

Kuonji Ukyo, Ranma 1/2

Mizuno Ami/Sailor Mercury, Sailor Moon

Fa Mulan, Mulan

Brienne of Tarth, Game of Thrones

Felicia, Darkstalkers

Catwoman (Selina Kyle), DC Comics

Kasugano Sakura, Steet Fighter Alpha

Daria Morgendorfer, Daria

Tagging: I feel like I’m running out of people! 

@ohraine

@endersjane

@madwomanlexie

@therealstina

@lovesdaryl

@gumby713

@mymelancholy

@skhskh1996

@caryled

@the-maura

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NURS_8302 Week1 Discussion : Quality and Safety in Healthcare and Nursing Practice https://nursingassinmentshelp.com/order

How will you, as a future DNP-prepared nurse, keep patients safe? This is a multi-layered question with many different answers. Yet, it is important to note that as the nurse leader, quality and safety measures are at the forefront of how you deliver nursing practice.

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Quality and safety measures are integral components in healthcare. According to Nash et al. (2019), “Around the end of the twentieth century and the start of the twenty-first, a number of reports presented strong evidence of widespread quality deficiencies and highlighted a need for substantial change to ensure high-quality care for all patients” (p. 5). Understanding the prominence of error, it is important to consider your role as a DNP-prepared nurse.

For this Discussion, take a moment to consider your experience with quality and safety in your nursing practice. Reflect on your experience and consider how your role may support quality and safety measures.

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Reference: Nash, D. B., Joshi, M. S., Ransom, E. R., & Ransom, S. B. (Eds.). (2019). The healthcare quality book: Vision, strategy, and tools (4th ed.). Health Administration Press.

To Prepare:

Review the Learning Resources for this week.

Reflect on your experience with nursing practice, specifically as it relates to the function of quality and safety. For example, consider whether your current organization supports quality and safety. How might your role help to support these measures in your organization or nursing practice?

By Day 3 of Week 1

Post a brief description of any previous experience with quality and safety. Then, explain how your role as the DNP-prepared nurse represents a function of quality and safety for nursing practice and healthcare delivery. Be specific and provide examples.

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Learning Resources:

ash, D. B., Joshi, M. S., Ransom, E. R., & Ransom, S. B. (Eds.). (2019). The healthcare quality book: Vision, strategy, and tools (4th ed.). Health Administration Press.

Chapter 1, “Overview of Healthcare Quality” (pp. 5–47)

Chapter 2, “History and the Quality Landscape” (pp. 49–74)

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