#the al champaign

[esmp-i]

ladies at the club

[evilminji]

Okay but I just? Made myself snort?

Imagine~☆ Grandma Fenton. Young, hot, built like a tank.

She meets a SUAVE and well muscled man of mystery. With a CAPE! Fabulous facial hair. There are ninjas. She was hunting the Supernatural. Very, very badly.

But still! That Fenton STRENGTH. That smile! That "just back handed an assassin through a wall"! Mystery man is... intrigued ™.

They do unspeakable things to each other hot young nuible bodies against every surface they can find. There are explosions and sword fights. She has a BLAST! It was a great trip.

Prooooobably should have gotten more then his name though!

Maybe used protection!

WHOOPS ™!

Ah well, she always DID want kids! A jack is a wonderful kiddo! Strong as an ox! Bit obsessive, but what Fenton ISNT?

She goes about her merry way. Things to do! Monsters to HUNT! Crocodiles to WRESTLE! Feeling like... she's... forgetting? Something? But what could it BE?

It's only after YEARS, as she's retired, down a leg (damn Sasquatch) and two fingers, that she squints at some hoity toity shin-dig on the TV... and... huh.....

You know? That lil Wayne kid reminds her of someone. It's... it's on the tip of her to- OH FUCK! *slams down the morning paper* she forgot to tell her sprogs DAD!

Shit! He didn't know he got her preggers!!!

Which? Is how Ra's AL Ghul? Get a VERY sheepish call from that lion of a woman he had... relations *unholy smirk that makes SO MANY people around him uncomfortable* with, informing him? He not ONLY has a son.

But a grandson and granddaughter.

Neither fit to inherent, obviously. But his blood has run true. His son married the most powerful woman he could locate. Because studying the borders between life and death. And can snap lesser men in half like a twig. Grandchildren? Much of the same.

So obviously, he shall become... Supportive. A loving grandfather.

Why? Because he has no standards for them! They are but a pleasant suprise. The bloodline MIGHT be useful. Eventually. But for now? Charm champaign.

EVERYBODY loves Grandpapa Ra's, after all. :)

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @the-witchhunter

[amtrak-official]

Let's do the poll we have all been waiting for, Urbanism can't be restricted to just the largest cities, so let's look at the cities with a population of less than 500k in their metro area.

[pep-rambles]

Lucifer is a Swiftie headcanons because I kin this man so much I am projecting my other hyperfixations on him

But also I mean c'mon,

Look at him

yes there is RadioApple in this

-It probably started from Charlie. When she was in high school (post emo phase obviously) she may have enjoyed Taylor Swift (maybe Fearless got her through her senior year because I can't stop projecting) Lucifer started listening to try and have something to bond with his daughter about. But about the time Charlie kind of lost interest is about the time Lucifer doubled down on his obsession.

-He has been to basically almost every Eras concert, usually in really good seats because many a swiftie has offered to sell their soul for tickets. He said keep your soul just let him tag along.

-He is definitely an Evermore stan mostly because of relating too hard to the divorce narrative of it.

-Speaking of, Charlie has threatened to lock him out of his Spotify after catching him on the floor crying to “Champaign Problems” on repeat too many times. She never would but most definitely tried to ban him from listening to it for a month.

-She then caught him crying to “You’re Loosing Me”

-Angel Dust is most definitely  Beyhive (killer bee probably) and though initially joking that they are rivals the two men bond over their love for the two queens of pop, recommending songs and videos to each other.

-Angel is a Reputation Stan though 

-After one of Lucifer’s many tiffs with Alastor,  Charlie is expressing her frustration asking her dad why can’t they just get along and Lucifer explains that he doesn’t trust Alastor because “I think his ever-present grin is a little troubling” and is a little upset when she doesn’t get it 

-One day, Luci is sitting in the Lobby doing his work while listening to Taylor on shuffle. He’s casually minding his own business jamming out to one of her poppier love songs and Alastor wanders in commenting on the “Obnoxious trite little diddy” Lucifer doesn't even hesitate to take the bait

L: HOW DARE YOU! SHE IS A TALENTED GODDESS!! A DOWNRIGHT MUSICAL CHAMELEON! You are such a snob Alastor! Good music didn't stop getting made after your tiny little lifetime.

A: I never said it did but it's certainly not this frivolous noise!

L: Oh, you uninformed uncultured cur! She is a fucking poet!

He then proceeds to play examples for Alastor of her most creative and heart wrenching lyrics (he absolutely makes Al sit through all 10 minutes and 13 seconds of ATW) 

After all that though Lucifer will never get Alastor to admit that he finds T.S. musically talented (or that Lucifer did in fact catch Al tapping his foot a couple times)

        -Alastor does come to Lucifer, after a bit of research, admitting that though he does not find her music enjoyable, he respects her business cunning. Luci figures that's good enough. For now. 

-because I bet my non-existent Eras tour tickets that Lilith was a hater. I’ll leave it at that.

-OP works at Barnes & Noble and let me tell you there are about 80 different Taylor Swift magazines that even my swiftie ass thinks is excessive but Lucifer has every single one

-including the Taylor Swift paper dolls magazine (yes this is a real thing). He probably gets a few because he convinces Charlie to use them as a team building activity.

-He has at least 3 copies of each of the covers for the 2023 TIME Person of the Year magazine. 

-Also all cardigans. On a casual day he definitely lounges in them and has a set rotation of when to wear each one (and I am totally not gonna draw that nope)

-Well, it seems Lucifer is no longer crying to the depressing break-up songs on repeat but now he seems to be angrily listening to “Gorgeous” on repeat. Charlie asks him about it and he goes full denial mode “No no Charlie I'm not thinking of anyone specific, I've just been really into this song lately.” Everyone else in the hotel, besides Alastor, has already figured out what's going on

Alastor: If I have to hear that obnoxious noise one more time I will reduce that tiny maniac’s room to rubble as well as the abode of whatever sad sack is making him play it.

Angel: *knowing smirk* I'm gonna hold ya to that one, Antlers. 

-Al may very well hear it one more time if Lucifer uses it as his confession song (I don't fully commit to this headcanon, I just think it's funny) 

-Anyway boy’s probably in his Reputation stan Era b/c LWYMMD is like his long overdue big F-YOU to Heaven song 

btw this is NOT gonna end at these headcanons I am running with this idea like scissors.

@nunalastor

@julsiemagne

@nose-nippin-fun (I know you're not a swiftie but we talked about this so idk if you care I can un-tag you if you want)

[squerlly]

flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor. 

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..." 

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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[yourwizardofaus]

Elvis and his stretching pose, often during Polk Salad Annie. Like the flying karate kicks and windmill arm movements, it was one of those concert trademarks that declined after mid-1976 as his fitness worsened.

Dayton, OH, evening show on April 7, 1972.

An Ed Bonja picture from the evening show in Jacksonville, FL, on April 16, 1972.

Tulsa, OK, on June 20, 1972.

The closing show in Las Vegas on September 4, 1972.

In the Thunderbird jumpsuit in Oakland, CA, on November 11, 1972.

The afternoon show in Spokane, WA, on April 28, 1973.

St Louis on June 28, 1973.

The evening show in Atlanta, GA, on June 29, 1973.

Auburn, AL, on March 5, 1974.

Roanoke, VA, on March 10, 1974.

The evening concert in Amarillo, TX, on March 19, 1974.

In the rarely worn Aqua Phoenix jumpsuit in Milwaukee, WI,on June 28th, 1974.

During the College Park, MD, show on September 28, 1974.

In the Mad Tiger jumpsuit at the Indianapolis afternoon show on October 5, 1974.

Onstage in Jackson, MS, on May 5, 1975.

The Huntsville, AL, afternoon show on May 31, 1975.

In the Alaskan Totem Pole/Aztec jumpsuit in Greensboro, NC, on July 21, 1975.

At the Las Vegas opening show on December 2, 1975.

During the Las Vegas midnight show of December 13, 1975.

The Las Vegas dinner show on December 14, 1975.

In Johnson City, TN, on March 17, 1976.

The Johnson City evening show on March 19, 1976.

Wearing the Rainfall jumpsuit at the Cincinnati, OH, afternoon show on March 21, 1976.

St Louis, MO, on March 22, 1976.

In the White Bicentennial/Prehistoric Bird jumpsuit during the Atlanta evening show on June 4, 1976.

A couple of shots of Elvis in the Blue Bicentennial/Prehistoric Bird jumpsuit at the Atlanta evening show on June 5, 1976.

An undated 1976 picture of Elvis in the Blue Bicentennial/Prehistoric Bird jumpsuit.

Elvis in Champaign, IL, on October 22, 1976.

The Mexican Sundial jumpsuit in Milwaukee on April 27, 1977.

[coochiequeens]

Another violent man trying to worm his way into spaces with vulnerable women. Did he feel like a woman when he attacked a women’s health center?

By Anna Slatz March 20, 2024

A trans-identified male serving a 53-year sentence for multiple domestic terrorism charges is suing the Bureau of Prisons, demanding transfer to a women’s prison. Emily Claire Hari, formerly known as Michael Hari, led a ragtag right-wing militia called Patriot Freedom Fighters, later re-named to the White Rabbits.

Hari, along with the small group, began engaging in criminal activity in 2017 with the intention of carrying out acts of domestic terrorism. In August of that year, Hari’s group set an improvised incendiary device near the Imam’s office of the Dar-al Farooq Islamic Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota. One of Hari’s associates, Micheal McWhorter, would later confirm the purpose of the attack was to “scare Muslims out of the United States.” No one was injured in the attack.

In November of 2017, Hari and his “soldiers” targeted the Women’s Health Practice in Champaign, Illinois, where they threw a pipe bomb into the building. The bomb did not detonate and was found by a receptionist of the clinic who called police to safely extract the device from the facility. 

Hari in Sherburne County Jail in 2021.

Hari and his militia would go on to engage in a series of petty crimes in an attempt to gather the funds to continue their operations, including robbing a Hispanic man and holding up two local Walmarts in Clarence, Illinois in December of 2017.

In early 2018, Hari and his ‘militia’ attempted to sabotage railroad tracks near Effingham, Illinois with a bomb. After the attack, the group sent ransom emails demanding $190,000 in cryptocurrency under threat they would damage the railway further. 

Shortly after, Hari tried to frame another individual for the crimes, but the effort would only lead to Federal Investigators more easily tracking him and the members of his militia down.

Hari and his colleagues were ultimately arrested, and, in 2021, Hari was sentenced to 53 years for his role in the Dar al-Farooq bombing. He later received an additional 14 years in 2022 on a number of other charges related to his domestic terrorist activity and the attempted bombing of the women’s clinic. The 14 years is to be served concurrently with the 53-year sentence.

During his trial, it was revealed that Hari identified as a transgender “woman.” While leading the White Rabbit militia, he had been searching terms such as ‘sex change,’ ‘transgender surgery,’ and ‘post-op transgender’ on the internet. Hari allegedly planned on fleeing to Thailand to get ‘gender affirming’ surgeries.

Hari had asked the court to take his gender dysphoria into consideration, and made a request for an amended federal prison placement based on his identity. The details of his request were placed under a seal and the presiding judge stated he would defer to the Bureau of Prisons to make the final call.

But Reduxx has now learned that the judge in the case recommended Hari be placed at FMC Carswell, a female institution, but that Bureau of Prisons instead sent him to a men’s facility. As a result, Hari launched a lawsuit agains the Bureau of Prisons in late 2022 in a case that has been quietly making its way through the US District Court in the Central District of Illinois.

Hari is seeking transfer to a women’s prison under the Bureau of Prison’s transgender policy, which was amended in February of 2022 to make a transgender inmate’s “personal safety” and gender identity a priority when determining housing.

In his complaint, which was hand-written, Hari claims he has been subjected to sexual harassment by “dangerous tranny chasers,” and made fun of for his gender identity. He has since filed over two dozen “exhibits,” attempting to show the court he does not belong in a men’s prison. Among these exhibits include photos of himself wearing a dress-like inmate uniform.

Hari formally applied for transfer to a women’s prison in October of 2023, attempting to exhaust his internal remedies.

In an email exchange dated January 10, 2024, the Transgender Executive Council, which makes housing decisions, re-affirmed his placement at the men’s facility and told Hari his case would be re-reviewed in November — something Hari had been told repeatedly in the past.

In a Motion for Miscellaneous Relief, Hari claimed that if he were not transferred to a women’s prison in November, he would go on a hunger strike and slice off his own penis.

“The hunger strike is a political protest against both the conditions that I have been held under, and the conditions that my transgender sisters have been held under in BOP custody,” Hari wrote. “If I am not given some reasonable assurance that I am to be moved to a gender affirming housing by November 5, I will initiate a hunger strike and auto-castration on that date.”

From the motion for miscellaneous relief filed on November 13, 2023.

Hari is currently housed at Allenwood USP, a high-security facility in Pennsylvania for male offenders. While he is classified as a “male” inmate, his name in the BOP system has been changed from “Michael” to “Emily.”

If Hari is moved to FMC Carswell, he will be one of several dangerous trans-identified males held at the facility.

As previously broken by Reduxx in December, a trans-identified male convicted of rape and child sexual abuse was transferred FMC Carswell after launching a lawsuit against the Bureau of Prisons claiming “discrimination.” July Justine Shelby, born William McClain, was convicted on multiple counts of child pornography trafficking after being caught distributing photos of infants being sexually abused.

According to Keep Prisons Single Sex USA, there are approximately 1,980 transgender offenders in the federal system, of which 1,295 are trans-identified males. Of them, almost 50% are in custody for sex offenses. This is compared to just 12% of the general federal inmate population, meaning that trans-identified males are incarcerated for sex offenses at a rate of almost four times that of non-transgender inmates.

Between 2022 and 2023, there was an almost 23% increase of federal inmates who identified as transgender.

[maji-aries]

𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤:

Call of Duty;

Simon "Ghost" Riley | König | John Price

Twisted Wonderland;

Leona Kingscholar | Malleus Draconia | Idia Shroud | Kalim Al-Asim | Jack Howl | Leech Twins | Azul Ashengrotto | Ruggie Bucchi | Lilia Vanrouge

DC Universe/Young Justice;

Dick Grayson "Robin <or later Nightwing>" | Conner Kent "Superboy" | Wally West "Kid Flash" | Kaldur ' ahm "Aqualad" | Clark Kent "Superman" | Bruce Wayne "Batman" | Barry Allen "Flash" | John Stewart "Green Lantern"

My Hero Academia:

Shoto Todoroki | Dabi | Keigo Takami "Hawks" | Aizawa Shota "Ereaserhead" | Denki Kaminari | Eijiro Kirishima

Tokyo Revengers {all timelines};

Hanma Shuji | Ken Ryuguji "Draken" | Bonten in general and ofc all of the members | Baji Keisuke | Chifuyu Matsuno | Mitsuya Takashi

Bl's-;

I will not spesific the characters here but I've read a load of Bl's.

Rose and Champaign ,Pearl boy ,Codename Anastasia ,Jinx ,Painter of the Night ,Low tide in Twilight ,Killing Stalking-... aaaaand the list goes on. I never tried writting for these before but I'd happily take on the opportunity~

I know and write for a few more characters from fandoms like Haikyuu and Bungo stray dogs too and am really open to write for those in case of a request and if I know the character well enough to match the personality properly :3.

What I also enjoy is writting with/about my own Oc' or your Oc's in case you'd let me write a story for your Oc specially.

[league-of-sam]

Catching A Ghost | Simon 'GHOST' Riley

Ghost x Reader

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Simon 'GHOST' Riley x AFAB!Reader!OC 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

Catching A Ghost: Masterlist

You bounced your leg the entire journey, so much so that Ghost had made several comments about you shaking the car so much that you were giving him motion sickness. 

But you were nervous, going into a public place without the protection of your mask, your face in full view of everyone – a room full of the known enemy. 

Soap had placed a comforting hand on your knee, which helped a little, but not enough.

When you pulled up to the venue, your jaw dropped.

It was beautiful; a grand mansion in the middle of Las Almas. White, marbled walls and stair cases, spotlights all the way up to the golden double doors. The place was trawling with masked security holding a magnitude of automatic weapons. 

"Fucking hell..." you whispered, grabbing onto Soap's hand tightly.

"Hey, we're gonna be fine, pet."

Ghost turned from the front seat, leaning in to the two of you.

"Here are your comms, don't let anyone see."

You took the first, slipping it into your hair covered ear, Soap following your actions.

"6-2, checking in." you mumbled.

"7-1, checking in."

"Shadow 1 reading you loud and clear. Let's do this." Graves answered.

With one final nod from Ghost, you and Soap exited the vehicle, and his arm tightly wound around your waist as you ascended the steps to the doors.

Time to put on a show.

Wordlessly, you handed the doorman your invitation, Soap squeezing your side tightly as the two guards shamelessly took in your appearance.

"What is your purpose here?" they asked, patting the two of you down.

"My name is Natalia Belyaev, I am the daughter of billionaire investor Dmitri Belyaev." you said in your perfect accent, eyes narrowing as the man in front of you stooped down to pat your legs.

"So, I suggest you take your hands off my ass before I have you shot against a post."

"Easy, Reaper." Ghost chuckled into the comms, "Let's not massacre just yet."

"My apologies, miss."

The grand doors opened, revealing a reception room full of people, dressed to the 'nines. You recognised some of the people there, having seen many of their faces on various terrorist watchlists. 

"6-2 to 0-7, there are hundreds of wanted terrorists here."

"Stay on target, Price. We've got 'em."

"Thermal imaging and software ready to go for the signal." Graves said.

Moving elegantly around the room on Soap's arm, you faked pleasantries with many, enduring the disgusting flirting with most of the men in the room. The two of you observed for well over an hour before locating any sign of the office.

As you chugged down your fourth glass of Champaign, desperate to calm your nerves, Soap moved in front of you, pulling you flush against his chest, lips grazing your ear.

"Soap what the fuck-"

"Voice down, the guy in the corner won't stop watching you."

Sure enough, when you embraced Soap to get a good look over his shoulder, there was a man, eyes locked on you. 

"Are you made?" Ghost said, with what sounded like concern.

"Negative, just think he might be interested in our little assassin here."

Soap didn't let you go just yet, feeling a little apprehensive and protective, which gave you an unsuspicious opportunity to examine that side of the room. The man locked eyes with you, giving you a nod, before raising his head to look up at the balcony.

You followed his gaze, seeing a set of marble stairs, cut off with a red rope. At the top, two armed guards stood, and a door sat to their left.

The office.

"It's Ale's informant. Laswell must have told him what I'd be wearing."

"Are you sure?" Ghost asked.

You rolled your eyes, "Well he's just shown me where the office is, so I'd say I'm pretty damn sure, L.T."

"Graves, get ready on that hacking device." Soap instructed, not waiting for a response before guiding the two of you closer.

As you approached the staircase, the guards pointed their guns at you, muttering that the floor was off-limits to guests. Issuing a flirty apology, you walked away, being sure to swing your hips dramatically.

At that moment, the band began playing, and the floor cleared. A quick, Spanish beat was being plucked. Around the room, men picked up women, bringing them into the space, locking you and Soap right in the middle.

They were playing the fucking Tango.

People began dancing around you, dipping, twirling, moving rapidly to the beat. You and Soap looked at each other, seeing no way off the dancefloor. 

"Shit! Do you dance?" you whispered, standing close.

"I'm from Scotland!"

"What, they don't have dancing in Scotland?"

"Steamin' jesus, don't fuckin' tell anyone about this."

"About wha-"

Before you could protest, Soap dipped you down, bringing your leg up to his hip delicately. His eyes never looked away from your shocked ones as he gracefully threw you around the dancefloor. 

Ghost, confused, watched from the small tablet in his hand. He could see Soap tossing you around like a ragdoll to the music. 

"Ya need to get up to that fuckin' office, I've been sat here for over an hour."

"Well, we need a distraction!" you pleaded.

"Then make one."

You growled, frustrated with Ghost's impatience and complete unwillingness to be useful.

In all honesty, with most of the guests dancing, it was a pretty big distraction. The only problem was the armed guards at the top of the stairs. That was, until Alejandro's informant ran over to them.

You couldn't quite hear what he said, but he spoke in such frantic Spanish that the two guards sprung into action, following him through the room. As he passed the two of you, he shot you a wink, and you took that as opportunity to go.

"This is 6-2, it's go time."

Rushing up the stairs with Soap on your tail, you burst into the room, slipping off your heels as you hopped to the desk.

Soap closed the door, locking it and then wedging a chair under the handle. Looking out the window, he saw commotion on the dancefloor, with Alejandro's informant pointing to someone. He watched in horror as the man he pointed to was thrown violently over the table, punch and glass going everywhere.

"Okay, we got about 5 minutes before someone comes a'knockin."

"Shit." you pulled the memory stick out of your shoe, "Graves, I need you. Start now!"

"On it, darlin'."

You sat on the seat, Soap leaning over you as you watched the computer light up, black screen with rolls and rolls of green code flashing.

"Alright, stick it in."

You did as told, shoving the memory stick into the port, "Okay, go!"

"Initialising data transfer."

A green bar appeared, indicating that the transfer had began. There was nothing you and Soap could do now but wait. 

"Ghost? You still got eyes on us, right?" you asked.

"Affirm."

"So, you saw Soap do the Tango?" you smirked, looking up at him.

"I did."

"You recorded it to show everyone else, right?"

There was no silence for a moment, until a low chuckle came through the comms, "Fuck yeah I did."

You burst into giggles, Soap groaning in embarrassment.

But that was cut short.

The thumps of boots could be heard on the step, and with swift movement, Soap was peering out of the window.

"Fuck! They're coming!"

You turned back to the computer, leg bouncing as the number went up slower, and slower...

94%...95%...96%...97%

"It's not gonna be done in time!" you exclaimed running a hand through your hair.

The guards were mere steps away now. You looked around panicked, while Soap moved the chair from the handle. You heard mumbles from outside, one of the guards saying that he'd heard movement.

98%.

"Do you trust me?" Soap said, pulling you up.

"Yes?" you said, confused.

99%.

"S'good. I'm really sorry for this."

You looked at him, but before you could utter a word, his hands slid around your waist, slamming your body into his, and his lips fell on yours.

Oh no. Oh fucking no.

Despite yourself, and what ever the fuck you were feeling for Ghost, you knew Soap's thinking was quick, and might actually work.

You threw your arms over his shoulder, deepening the kiss, sliding your leg through the elegant slit on your dress and up his body, sitting it above his belt. It was heated, Soap's hands running all over your body as you clutched at his clothes, and you could feel your face burn, knowing most of the squad could both see and hear you.

The door was being banged on, every boom making your body jump.

"S'alright, this'll work." Soap mumbled into your mouth.

"It fucking better."

The lock shattered, making the door swing open to reveal the two guards from before. The light from the hall shined into the room, illuminating you and Soap.

In that position, it was no secret to what you were supposed to be doing. Your face was flushed, hair messy. Deep red lipstick was smudged around both your mouths. 

Yeah, if you walked in on this, you'd be walking straight out, blushing.

"100%. Get the hell outta there." Graves said in your ear.

"Oh, my, so sorry. How embarrassing!" you said, clambouring off of Soap.

You reached behind you, yanking the memory stick out, and ran around the room to put your shoes back on.

Pulling your dress down, you stumbled over to the guards, who were stiff with shock.

"I am so sorry," you flirted, pushing your breasts together, "me and my bodyguard, well, you know how it is. We just needed a little privacy."

"I-it's quite alright, Miss Belyaev. Please, go." one stuttered out, moving to let you pass.

"Why thank you, boys. Such gentlemen." you said, tugging at their collars, your fingers lingering.

"If you'd like a reward, come and find me later." you winked, passing them by.

Soap grabbed your hand, yanking you down the steps, leaving the guards blushing messes from your proposition. He held you close, wiping his face on his sleeve.

"Christ, (Y/N), did ye have to wear so much lipstick?"

"No one told you to kiss her, sergeant." Graves voice came, not hiding his anger.

The two of you snorted, walking with a quickened pace to get out of the building as soon as possible. With a quick scan of the room, you could see that Alejandro's informant was nowhere to be seen.

Back in the car, Ghost was white-knuckling the tablet so hard, he thought he might break it.

What the fuck was that?

His breathing was heavy and irregular, his heart beating out of his chest. He wanted to shoot Laswell for insisting on thermal imaging capture. He didn't need to see that. He didn't need to see his, well, the closest thing he had to a best friend all over girl he had feelings for. 

The first girl in over ten years to break through his barrier.

Luckily, he didn't need to distract himself, as around 6 armed guards jogged past the window. 

Right. 

Professional.

"Soap, somethin's going on. Get out o' there."

"We're coming, L.T. 30 seconds away."

Ghost looked out of the window to see you and Soap hand in hand, bombing it down the steps. You were barefoot, tossing the heels aside as you clutched the memory stick.

His heart lurched up into his chest as the doors burst open, and the popping of gunfire polluted the air. You had screamed, dropping to the floor, Soap throwing his body on yours as the two of you rolled down the last few steps. 

Alejandro's car screeched to a halt behind, Rudy jumping out to throw Soap into the car before they sped off.

Ghost swung open the door, shooting three of the guards down before picking you up, and tossing you into the back seat before climbing in himself, and stepping on the pedal.

"Are you hit?"

"N-no, I'm good." you panted, fear in your eyes.

"Get changed, they're following." he said, tossing a duffel at you.

You frantically zipped it open, pulling out the contents - boots, trousers, shirt, knife. Not even bothering to cover yourself up, you did your best to get changed as Ghost sped through the back lanes of Las Almas.

Lights flashed behind, and a scream ripped through you once again as bullets littered the car, shattering the glass.

"I can't lose 'em, we're gonna have to run for it!"

"What? We have no defence!"

"Just fucking do it!"

With that, Ghost rammed the car through an opening in the woods, throwing you into the door with a hard slam. The car bounced over downed trees, speeding through the greenery until Ghost stopped the car, hopping out and running to your side.

"C'mon, we gotta go." he said, hands dragging you from the car.

You were barely upright before he was pulling you deeper into the woods. You reached into your ear to communicate with the team, only to find it empty.

Shit.

You were completely alone in this now.

The car got smaller as you rushed through the woods, Ghost occasionally looking back to make sure you were following, and to shoot bullets past you at the men who'd managed to stay on your trail.

He had to keep you alive. 

No matter how conflicted his heart was, you had to live.

You just had to.

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anyways if anyone has any questions about the al champaign...?

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a ryulard in a disco elysium style

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The Arctic Interpreter

Nature Interpreters are essential for the education of the natural world to the public. They help people understand the natural world, the threats nature faces, and how we as humans can help minimize these threats. Nature interpreters have a difficult job as they need to effectively communicate education in a fun interactive way to the public. As stated by Mills (1920), “People are out for recreation and need restful, intellectual visions, and not dull, dry facts, rules, and manuals.” Doing so will help the guest have a life-changing positive impact on the environment, allowing them to take part in acting sustainably (Beck et al., 2018). A successful interpreter will be able to instill the passion of learning to the guest regardless of age, gender, or ethnicity. A good first step to become a successful interpreter is to follow The Gifts of Interpretation (Beck & Cable, 2011), which are a list of 15 gifts on how to approach interpretation and relate to the audience. 

I have spent four summers working at Rondeau Provincial Park as a Naturalist (nature interpreter) practicing my interpretative skills. One of the main things I learned was to teach what you are interested in, as this will give you the most passion towards your topics. As an interpreter I would focus on educating the public on climate changes impact on the Arctic tundra. Being a Canadian the arctic is near and dear to my heart and being the most rapidly changing environment due to climate change in Canada, it needs our help conserving. Growing up in rural Ontario I understand the perspectives of individuals who doubt climate change and believe that I can use their concerns to better educate the public without touching politics. Ideally, I would work at Polar Bear Provincial Park, as it is the largest of the provincial parks, in the arctic tundra and is currently unmanned. 

Being the first interpreter at Polar Bear Provincial Park, would provide me an amazing opportunity to use the cumulative knowledge from this class to create a solid foundation for its interpretative program. Having this program in the high arctic would allow visitors to see first-hand the accelerated impacts climate change has on the arctic biome. To accommodate to all learning styles, the visitor centre with be equipped with auditory, visual, and tactile/kinaesthetic learning stations. For auditory listeners, a recorded tour will be available, or an interpreter who can give a presentation of the visitor centre live. For visual learners the visitor center will be fill with exhibits demonstrating the arctic, such as diagram and photos as well as an underground display showing the melting of the permafrost. For the tactile/kinaesthetic learners as aspects of the exhibits will have interactive components such as arctic animal furs, a temperature changing permafrost exhibit (to tactile feel the temperature change) and a cold room, where the freezing arctic temperatures and storms can be experiences (with supervision). All these learning styles will be incorporated into each exhibit allowing for ideal learning conditions for everyone regardless of what learning style/combinations of learning styles best suit them. These combinations, will lead to an effective and successful interpretive centre.

Citations:

Beck, L. and Cable, T. 2011. The gifts of interpretation, Champaign, IL: Sagamore. 

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing.

Mills, Enos A. “The Adventures of a Nature Guide.” 1920, https://doi.org/10.5962/bhl.title.57806. 

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Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration

Menu

Food and Dessert

- Naib's "A plate that reminds us of our former compatriots" (Rice, Parsley, Salad mix, Dressing, Croquet, Napoli Spaghetti)

- Margaretha's "A sandwich with a fading brilliance created by genjutsu" (Sandwich from Pitabread with grilled chicken, carrot, corn, and Consomme soup)

- Patricia's "Healing pasta made by the power of medicinal herbs and magic" (Spaghetti Bolognese with parmesan cheese and parsley)

- Bane's "Warm pot-au-feu served by the guardian of the forest" (Cabbage, Sausage, Carrot, Onion, Potato, Consomme Soup,Parsley, Baguette)

- Wu Chang's "I want to see you again" Stew of wishes that fuse two souls (Stew of Carrot, Onion, Potato, Parsley with Plain Bread)

- Eli's "Promised Prophecy Pancakes"

- Andrew's "Chocolate cake to take a break from epitaph research"

- Luchino's "Evolutionary temptation jelly obtained in the researching process"

- Robbie's "Cake covered with sabbath pine roots" (Chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream)

- Sangaria's "Parfait on a red platform with echoing hymns" (Cassis sorbet and strawberry ice cream with mixed berry and jam)

Drink

- Naib's Matcha Latte

- Margaretha's Pink Soda (Grapefruit Soda)

- Eli's Lemon Jelly Drink

- Patricia's Orange Ginger ale

- Andrew's Black Sesame Latte

- Bane's Chai Latte

- Wu Chang's Coffee Milk

- Luchino's Emerald Pine Drink (Emerald Pine Syrup, Ginger ale, and Lemon)

- Robbie's Cold Corn Soup

- Sangaria's Floral Berry Tea

Novelty

- For every beverage order, you will receive 1 random coaster

- For every food/dessert order, you will receive 1 random bromide

Champaign

1. Scan the QR code in the cafe to gain points

2. For every 5 points from visit, you will receive a voucher

3. You can use the voucher to get 1 Acrylic Muddler

For more information :

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Unit 04: Art Interpretation

Various mediums of art including paintings, sculptures, photographs, music, etc. can be valuable tools for nature interpretation. Interpretation through art allows individuals to draw their own thoughts and emotions towards a piece, which is required for a kind society that is connected to nature in some way (Beck et al., 2018). Likewise, visual and performing arts have been used for centuries as effective tools of interpretation (Beck et al., 2018). Art is an effective interpretation tool because it is likely to attract a more diverse audience. For example, some forms of art such as paintings don’t require reading; thus, those who lack this skill will be able to appreciate art as much as those who do have that skill. Likewise, interpreting some kinds of art, such as paintings, does not require hearing; thus, deaf individuals will be able to appreciate this type of interpretation tool. Additionally, different cultures have different traditions and acknowledging this will allow more effective interpretation. For example, some cultures have routinely passed their rituals, beliefs, and skills through generations through oral tradition. As a result, the art of storytelling holds great value in these cultures (Beck et al., 2018). Overall, there are various types of art which can be very effective for interpretation based on the audience and situation.

Next, I would like to discuss the “gift of beauty”. The principle behind the “gift of beauty” is that the goal of interpretation should be to promote the ability and desire in people to see beauty in their surroundings (Beck & Cable, 2011). Likewise, it should provide spiritual upliftment and encourage the preservation of resources (Beck & Cable, 2011). In terms of this gift, I prefer to interpret art based on my past experiences. When I was younger, I always loved drawing, colouring, and painting, but as I grew older, I began to focus much less on making art pieces myself. Instead, I gained an appreciation for other people’s work. For example, I enjoy looking through art galleries and museums. One place that comes to mind is the Algonquin Art Centre. I love admiring paintings of places in nature and places that I have been; specifically, walking through the Algonquin Art Centre I recognize many of the places being painted and it makes my appreciation for the work even greater. Additionally, my parents always had paintings hung on our walls by Robert Bateman. Robert Bateman was a Canadian naturalist and painter who focused on painting wildlife and nature (Simon & Schuster, 2015). Additionally, I have watched many outdoor performances and skits in Algonquin Park through the years that have been highly effective at capturing the audience’s attention and passing along valuable information.

In conclusion, there are several kinds of art that are highly valuable tools for nature interpretation and can encourage various individuals to see “the gift of beauty”. To end, I would like to ask a question – what form of art do you favour?

References

Beck, L. and Cable, T. 2011. The gifts of interpretation, Champaign, IL: SAGAMORE Publishing.

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting cultural and natural heritage: For A Better World. SAGAMORE Publishing.

Simon, & Schuster. (2015). ROBERT McLELLAN BATEMAN. Robert Bateman - Biography. Retrieved January 31, 2023, from http://robertbateman.ca/biography.html.

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A forgotten aspect of Elvis’ concert years - people liked to give him hats to wear onstage and he enjoyed having fun with it occasionally.

PART 4 Of 5

Four pictures from the Afternoon Show in Huntsville, AL on September 6, 1976.  His health was so bad and he had so much trouble getting through that particular tour that he would never perform more than one show a day on the road after the Huntsville shows.

A cap bearing his name at an undated show from some time in middle or late 1976.

The Madison, WI show on October 19, 1976.

Elvis in Champaign, IL on October 22, 1976.

The December 4 dinner show in Las Vegas.

A Christmassy picture of Elvis seemingly at the same moment from two different angles.  This was the Las Vegas midnight show on December 7, 1976.