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your-neighbor-in-the-northblue · 6 months

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Supernovas in a Modern AU

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Officially, Apoo is a DJ, and he’ll go around to different parties and weddings to do his thing. One time he was invited to a church to play the piano and was never invited again. However, in his free time, he streams. He mostly plays My Singing Monsters, Just Dance, or Beat Saber VR, but he's always open to suggestions in the chat. He started writing his own music as well and has grown a pretty loyal following.

Bege still runs his Mafia business but is also the founder of one of the local shoe shops in the heart of the city. It's a nicer place that sells dress shoes and occasionally tuxedos. He always uses the place as an alibi or a cover-up to excuse his whereabouts whenever the cops come and question him and his boys.

Bonney owns and operates a small pizzeria located on the corner of the road. She hardly ever has any rude customers due to the place having a Waffle House type of reputation, girlie is always ready to throw down in the parking lot. And on the weekends, when her shop's not open, she'll go down to the local board game clubs and play Jenga with whoever's there.

X Drake joined the Military the second he got out of high school and never looked back. It always felt like the right decision for him, especially since his parents couldn't afford for him to go to college. Once he retired, however, he turned to zookeeping in the reptile exhibits. He loves his job and will go to Drake concerts whenever he has the money and time to go to one.

Urouge is the pastor at his church (and a regular at the clubs). Some are put off by him, whereas others find him to be comforting to confess to. He considers himself to be a man of the Lord, even if he frequents the cabaret clubs a tad too often.

Hawkins is, more often than not, operating his interior design business, but he does have a little voodoo shop on the side and will frequently read his tarot cards to people who walk in. He's also somewhat of a hit with the farmers as he makes them all scarecrows in August that help keep critters out of their crops.

Law is a traveling doctor who likes to help in areas that are in the midst of pandemics/epidemics. He always feels obligated to go to those places specifically. He always gives kids heart-shaped stickers whenever they've been treated by him. His reputation is very shrouded and some people consider him to be a modern grim reaper whenever he visits their country, blaming him for whatever illness that has spread.

Kid is an avid gun supporter and, as such, sells and makes them. He owns a shooting range and almost all of the Rage Rooms in the city. Whenever he's free, he and Kiler will go down to some of the nearby raves and party together.

Killer runs a pasta shop within Kid's shooting range. He's the one who usually deals with bad customers so that Kid doesn't get himself another lawsuit. He's also known for being the one to end all of the fights picked with Kid.

Blackbeard is one of those really cocky, know-it-all museum employees who make people feel dumb whenever they ask a question. He gambles a lot, has limited knowledge of most of the stuff in his exhibits, and probably deals crack cocaine with people in the alleyways.

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captainofthetidesbreath · 4 months

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I'm listening to the latest episode of midst and i'm *vibrating* out of my skin rn. I love hearing spahr's internal narration and how the politics of the trust works and i'm just ahhhhhh

MOOD. HUGE SAME. It really is so fun having Spahr has a major point of view character now! I agree.

I remember back when I took a bit of a break between seasons one and two, I said a bit about how interesting Spahr is throughout season one because he was not afforded a lot of interiority except for a select moments and then we don't hear what's actually inside his head until 1.18 (the cabaret scene), then we start easing into his thoughts throughout 1.19.

Season two establishes him as one of the major secondary point of view characters, and his is a fun one. Hearing his observations on how the Trust is supposed to work is just so good, and I really also enjoy the pervasive sense of dread as he feels the puppet strings and the walls closing in and noticing the sheer size of the rat maze (not to mix all my metaphors). It's also been a real delight to get to really SEE that mess the narrator's allude to in there and see just how starkly it contrasts against how he publicly performs.

I think getting his perspective has been just SO fascinating narratively and has been such a fun addition to the point of view roster, especially as a character who so deeply and closely mirrors and parallels Phineas. (But that's a whole other topic entirely.) I'm so excited for where he's going.

#Midst things #Midst spoilers #Midst #Midst podcast #Jonas Spahr

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heyits-zedo · 29 days

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Barbie Must Have Bullshit Her Resume

By:zedo

Ok, so we all know Barbie as the do-all girl, what hasn't she done? (The answer to that is surprisingly alot)

But the real question is, how has she managed to accomplish so much by the age of 65? Well I'm here to tell you she fuckibg lied. I did the math, I compiled a list of jobs and hobbies she has had(albeit incomplete) and its impossible.

Below is a compiled list of (most of) barbies jobs that require training/schooling:

Fashion designer- 3 years

Nurse-2 years(minimum)

Astronaut-10 years(6 years schooling, 2 years experience, 2 years bt)

Fashion editor-4 years

Fashion model-1 year

Teacher- 5 years

Veterinarian-4 years

Travel agent- 4 years roughly

Business exectuive- 3 years

Surgeon- 4 years school + 5 year residency

Optometrist- 8 years

Dentist- 8 years

Pediatric doctor-4 years

Pilot-9 month's

In the air force(military pilot)-4 years

Detective-4 years

Makeuo artist/hair stylist- 1 year

Chef- 3 years

Architect-3 years

Firefighter-2 years

Olympic skiier and gymnast,Figure skater -(1 years worth of trianing)

Train conductors - 1 year

Movie producer- 4 years

Computer engineer- 4 years

Marine bilogist- 6 year

Palentologist- 6 years

Zookeeper- 6 years

Baker-3 years

Film director - 4 years

Game developer- 4 years

Scientist(chemist)-4 years

Robotic engineer- 7 years

Astrophysisit- 6 years

Aircraft engineer- 7 years

Entomologist- 4 years

Judge- 10 years

Interior designer - 4 years

Cinservation scientist- 5 years

Microbiologist - 4 years

Flight attendant-10 weeks

Pet groomer-12 weeks

Police officer- 6 months

(While compiling this list, I also chose the bare minimum required amount of schooling for each job, but knowing Barbie, she would not have done the bare minimum)

If you compile the numbers, you reach a bare minimum of 203 years of school/training.

So Barbie could not have possibly gone to school for every job she has had, so she must have bullshit a few things somewhere, as this does not include the time she may have worked in these jobs once finally getting to that point.

This also leaves the question of how does she have time for her long list of hobbies, such as:

Tennis

Was also a rock star and rapper

Unicef ambassador

Actress

Scuba diver

Circus performer

Superhero

Baseball

Matador/bull fighter

Bowling

?RAN FOR PRESIDENT?

Cheerleading

Cabaret dancer

Artist

Soccer coach

Rides horses

Race car driver

Snow boards

Track and feild

Magician

Animal rescue

Martial arts

Basket ball

Beekeeping

Farming

Golfing

Boxing

Hockey

Tooth fairy

Volleyball

Crime??(I'm serious she was a burglar)

So in reality, Barbie is a liar and a fake.

#barbie #what a fucking liar #barbie movie #the princess and the pauper #barbie life in the dreamhouse #life in the dreamhouse #the twelve dancing princesses #greta gerwig #greta gerwing barbie #barbie committed fraud

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homomenhommes · 3 months

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 11

1873 – UK: Simeon Solomon was an English Pre-Raphaelite painter noted for his depictions of Jewish life and same-sex desire as well as a poet. Solomon and George Roberts, a stableman, are arrested on this day at a public urinal in London and charged with the Crime of Buggery.

John Wallowitch (L) and Bertram Ross

1926 – John Wallowitch (d.2007) was an American songwriter and cabaret performer. He wrote over 2,000 songs; his works include Bruce, I See the World through Your Eyes, Back on the Town and Mary's Bar.

For over 50 years, he played and sang a catalogue of original songs at nightspots around New York City with his longtime partner, Bertram Ross. Ross was the principal male dancer for Martha Graham for over twenty years. In 1953 he replaced Graham's former partner and husband , going on to create many great roles such as he created leading roles in many of her works.

Ross and Wallowitch sang in nightspots ranging from London's Pizza on the Park to the Ballroom in New York City. A CD of their performance cabaret, Wallowitch and Ross (Miranda Music) was released in 2003 to accompany the documentary film of the couple, Wallowitch & Ross: This Moment.

Wallowitch lived and performed in New York City with Ross, until Ross's death on April 20, 2003, at 82 years old. Wallowitch died on August 15, 2007 in New York City. They are buried together at Kensico Cemetery, Valhalla, New York (Actors Fund Lot).

Justin Ryan (L) and Colin McAllister

1967 – Justin Ryan and Colin McAllister (born 10 January 1968) are Scottish interior decorators and television presenters. McAllister and Ryan have incorporated their trademark behaviour, which includes their frequent bickering, fussiness, tantrums, mild innuendo and light-hearted put-downs, as comic relief into most of their programmes.

As well as being co-hosts, McAllister and Ryan have also been in a relationship since April 1985 and are credited as introducing laminate flooring to British households. On 15 February 2008, they had a private civil partnership ceremony in London followed by a Caribbean honeymoon. After leaving 2009's edition of I'm A Celebrity contest on ITV, they announced that they were to renew their vows on their 25th anniversary, 28 April 2010.

Although their main residence is Glasgow, they divide their time between there and London in their own homes in both cities. The two also own a downtown loft in Toronto where they are currently devising new formats for 2013 North American broadcast. They have filmed 4 * 13 episode series of Colin and Justin's Home Heist for HGTV, which is broadcast in approximately 25 countries.

In 2011 Colin McAllister & Justin Ryan confirmed that after 22 years together, they are officially married. It was their experience in Canada that make the couple decide that they wanted to make their union official.

"I'm not sure if we would have decided to get married if we hadn't moved to, and fallen in love with Canada. After a year of living in Toronto, filming Home Heist, it became clear to us that it was time to tie the knot. Canada is such a progressive nation, so welcoming and open-mindedly liberal about gay marriage, that we felt thoroughly inspired," says Ryan.

McAllister added, "Previously every time someone asked us about getting married, I'd joke that even after such a long time I still wasn't sure if Justin was the right man! Let's just say that this year, I'm SURE."

The pair also write a weekly column in the Friday and Sunday editions of the Toronto Sun, offering up their suggestions for sprucing up homes. The column syndicates to 24 Hours Vancouver, 24 Hours Toronto and The London Free Press. The column is also available online. Colin and Justin contribute a weekly column to The Huffington Post and to Cottage Life Magazine as a companion to their current Cottage Life TV show.

1976 – Brice Beckham is an American actor most famous for his role as Wesley T. Owens in the television sitcom Mr. Belvedere and for his role as Corey in I Hate My 30's. He lives in Los Angeles and is a member of LA's Namaste theater group.

Born in Long Beach, California, Beckham attended Minnie Gant Elementary School, College Intermediate School, Walter B. Hill Junior High School, and Wilson High School, in Long Beach, California. While in high school, he came in first place in the California High School Speech State Finals in 1993. He attended the University of Southern California, majoring in theater.

Beckham began his acting career in school plays. He later went on to do an assortment of radio commercials, and would later appear on an episode of the TV sitcom Alice. He starred in Mr. Belvedere as Wesley T. Owens. The show aired from 1985 to 1990. He appeared in an episode of Win, Lose, or Draw in 1989, and in a guest role in American Dreamer in 1991. In 1992, he starred in an episode of CBS Schoolbreak Special, called "Two Teens and a Baby".

In 2007, he starred in the VH1 series I Hate My 30s.In 2012, Beckham was one of several former child actors who appeared in a Funny or Die video called "CCOKC", which stood for Child Celebrities Opposing Kirk Cameron. A counterpoint to Kirk Cameron's stance on homosexuality, the humorous video aimed to spread the message that gay individuals are not a threat to anyone. Keith Coogan, Josie Davis, Jeremy Licht, Kenn Michael, Christine Lakin, and Maureen Flannigan also appeared in the video.

1977 – Ari Gold (d.2021) was an the award-winning, openly gay, independent recording artist who fashioned himself a high-octane career. An Orthodox Jew who was a successful child vocalist, Gold struggled with his gay identity both within the Jewish community and in the music industry. He starred in an autobiographical theater production Ari Gold – Untitled: The Making of a Gay Pop Star.

Gold declared, "Labels don't have to define us. They simply describe us—they shouldn't confine us. I for one am proud to be known as a gay artist . . . . I am done with hiding and done with shame in any form."

Born and raised in the Bronx in New York City, Gold's teacher parents both loved show business. Gold calls his parents "show Jews." When Gold was born, his birth announcement read like a show bill:

METRO GOLD WINNING PRODUCTIONS Proudly Present "Another Smash Hit" OUR THREE SONS With the brilliant new star ARI GOLD

At seven, Gold sang back-up for Diana Ross when she needed a children's choir for her Swept Away album. The same year he sang in the "My Buddy" jingle for Jell-O Pudding Pops with Bill Cosby. As a child, he sang over 400 jingles.

When he was eight, Gold did girls' voices for a syndicated cartoon series. He also recorded a girl's voice for the talking Cabbage Patch Kids dolls. You could dial the Cabbage Patch Kids talking telephone and hear Gold say, "Hi, I'm Sybil Sadie. Want to come play with me?"

Gold attended Yeshiva High School in Manhattan where he tried to downplay his music career. He was afraid that boys might make fun of him, especially for voicing girls. He tried not to talk about his work at school, and when he went to work he hid his yarmulke. It seemed ironic to Gold even then that he was hiding two essential aspects of his identity in an effort to be as "all-American" as he could at work and in school.

One of the first songs he wrote, at 14, is called "Experienced Girl," about an ex-girlfriend, who recently asked Gold to sing another of his songs, "Bashert (Meant to Be)," from his 2004 album, Space Under Sun, at her traditional Jewish wedding to another woman. "That's right," Gold says. "My first girlfriend turned out to be a lesbian."

In high school, Gold had two girlfriends, which he thought kept him safe from being outed as a "homo." Gold says, "I can joke about it now, but at the time I felt quite tortured and felt that if anyone found out my secret of being gay I would be ex-communicated from my friends, my school, my community, and my family."

Gold came out to his best friend when he was sixteen. Two years later, he came out to his family in an 18-page letter. Gold says his family's reaction was "fairly accepting." "My Mom was proud of me because she thought it wasn't healthy to keep a secret like that," Gold says, "but when I stopped being religious, that was a lot more difficult for them."

His first album, Ari Gold included explicit gay love songs, such as "Write Me a Love Song" and "Home." In the former, Gold sings openly about his lover asking him to write him a song about love between men.

In 2004, Gold released Space Under Sun on his own label, Gold18 Records. It debuted as #1 on the Outvoice Charts, and Gold was featured on the covers of many gay magazines. The album solidified Gold as an emerging gay musical star. The album includes songs about such subjects as a man and woman fighting over the same man ("He's on My Team") and the trauma of getting caught by the cops having sex in public ("Caught"). It also includes the tender ballad "Bashert (Meant to Be)," which reflects Gold's Jewish identity.

In 2007, Gold released his third studio album Transport Systems. The songs on this album are about such topics as the down low, gay relationships, crystal meth addiction, gender identity, and spirituality.

As for being a gay artist, Gold said he saw his gayness as a gift. "As long as my friends are being beaten on the street, as long as there are still kids killing themselves because of shame, and as long as we are still fighting for our basic civil and human rights, I will continue to shout [my gayness] from the queer roof tops."

Gold died from leukemia on February 14, 2021, three days after his 47th birthday. RuPaul, whom Gold had described as a mentor, was among those to express condolences on social media.

1983 – Robert Sepúlveda Jr. is a former fashion model, interior designer, creative director, and LGBTQ activist.

He was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico. He grew up in Lake City, Florida where he attended Columbia High School. He received his degree in interior design from The Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale, graduating summa cum laude. During his college years Sepúlveda Jr. worked as an escort to pay his way through college and to pay his rent.

Sepúlveda began his career at Valley Forge Fabrics, a supplier of decorative upholstery fabrics for the hospitality industry. There, he created and executed interior design schemes for hoteliers. In 2008 Sepúlveda moved to New York City where he began working with fashion houses Polo Ralph Lauren, Rugby Ralph Lauren, Lacoste, and Kenneth Cole, eventually assuming the role of acting Global Visual Manager of the Calvin Klein Home Collection. Sepúlveda has since founded RSJdesign, LLC, his interior design firm specializing in luxury residential and commercial spaces.

In September 2016, Sepúlveda Jr. starred on the dating show Finding Prince Charming, which airs on the network Logo. The series depicted Sepúlveda Jr. getting to know thirteen gay men and each week he has to eliminate 1 in a ceremony. The show shares the similar format to The Bachelor, however it is the first all gay-cast dating show. Prior to the series airing, controversy arose surrounding Sepúlveda Jr with his past work as an escort being revealed and his personal videos were released by an ex-partner. Logo has spoken out on that matter claiming they were fully aware of his history and explained that the series is reality and consists of many discussions such as "first time love to coming to terms with one’s past, fear of commitment and even HIV."

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blondmattel · 1 year

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canon list of barbie’s occupations:

art / entertainment. actor. artist. ballerina / dancer ( including cabaret, which i don’t know how they got away with ). baker / cake decorator. chef. circus performer. fashion designer, fashion editor, and model. film director / producer. floral designer and florist. game show host. interior designer. make up artist. musician and music producer. photographer. photojournalist ( for national geographic ).

business. business exec. candy / ice cream parlor clerk. cashier ( gerocery shops / fast food ). chief sustainability officer. barista. farmer. hair stylist. pet boutique owner and groomer. secretary. waitress.

education. teacher ( art, ballet, cooking, english language, music, elementary, preschool, sign language, spanish, yoga, swimming ).

medicine. veterinarian. dentist. doctor (surgeon, optometrist, pediatrician ). nurse. paramedic.

military. army medic. paratrooper. united states air force pilot. united states air force thunderbirds pilot. united states army officer. desert storm. united states marine corps sergeant. united states navy petty officer.

politics. campaign fundraiser. political campaign manager. unicef ambassador. united states presidential candidate. vice presidential candidate.

public service. detective. firefighter. judge. lifeguard. park ranger.

science / engineering. architect. astronaut. astrophysicist. chemist. computer engineer. conversation scientist. entomologist. marine biologist. microbiologist. robotics engineer. paleontologist. wildlife conservationist. zoologist.

sports / athletics. aerobics instructor. baseball player. bowler. boxer. cheerleader. figure skater and coach. golfer. gymnast and coach. hockey player. martial artist. olympic athlete ( figure skater, climber, gymnast, karate, skateboarder, skier, softball, swimmer, and surfer ). scuba diver. snowboarder. tennis player and coach. track and field runner. volleyball player and coach.

transportation. aircraft engineer. flight attendant. pilot. racecar driver for nascar. tour guide. train conductor and host.

other. bee keeper. cat burglar / thief. construction worker. cowgirl. dolphin trainer. magician. maid. spy. superhero. treasure hunter. zookeeper.

#they really said 'barbie can do Anything'#♡ ˙ * ✧ ˗ˏˋ AES. ˎˊ˗

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basket-of-cats-and-witches · 1 year

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Nightmarket Gothic

This is the result of a collective Discord brainrot over a Western AU for one of my favorite IFs, the Night Market. Highly recommend if you haven’t played it before, that you give it a shot. It’s still in book one, and things are getting spicy. Featuring Alder, my Hazelmance. (excuse the weird spacing, Tumblr hates me today.)

The dust blew in as the saloon doors opened, swirling around the stranger's feet.

There weren’t many visitors in the little town, especially after that doozy of a hurricane two days ago. Everyone had heard word of the stranger in the Sheriff's office, napping in the cells.

A lanky man ducked through the doorway, his shadow long against the afternoon sun. His eyes adjusted as he entered, for the interior was dark, more reminiscent of those fancy town cabarets than a regular ol’ watering hole.

Leaning on a glossy, well-polished oak bar, was a woman dressed in black velvet, red beading along the low neckline. “Well howdy, stranger,” she purred. “Welcome to the Nightmarket Saloon.” He tipped his hat to her, noting the way her eyes seemed almost luminescent in the candlelight, her hair pinned up just enough to highlight the elegant column of her neck. “Afternoon, ma’am,” he drawled, and her eyes seemed to widen slightly in delight. Whether it was at his deep voice, rumbling like a rockslide, or his manners as he took off his hat, it was hard to tell. The patrons of the saloon seemed to settle back into their seats, watching the stranger out of the corner of their eyes. The serving girls had that same strange luminescence as he walked past, heading up to what he presumed to be the owner. They smiled at him, their teeth a little too pointed, but he nodded politely to them all the same. The bartender looked him over. Her eyes seemed to reach directly into his soul, rending it open and examining the bloody insides. “We don’t get many visitors, Stranger,” she said softly. “I’m surprised Sheriff Caine let you leave so easily.” He pressed his hat to his heart, a shock of ginger hair curling down around his ears. “He was awfully kind about it, miss…” “Madame, actually.” She gave him a sharp smile, all teeth. “Madame Belladonna Malady. Not a Miss or a Mrs to be found here, Stranger.” She extended her hand. “I didn’t catch your name.” He took her hand, small and delicate, the soft satin of her gloves catching on his rough callouses. “My apologies, Madame Malady. I am Alder. ‘Fraid if I have a last name, I done lost it, so I hope you’ll excuse my lack of propriety.” He bowed slightly, bringing her knuckles up to his lips politely. Her smile grew all the wider. “Well,” she said softly. “Aren’t you the sweet one? I could eat you alive.” There was a titter about the room, but Alder didn’t see anyone laugh. The smoke from pipes and candles draped everything in a dreamy amber haze and obscured the true limits of the saloon from view. He let go of her hand softly. “Sheriff Caine said I could find room and board here.” She laughed at that, a bright husky sound that seemed to settle in his bones, beckoning his gaze towards her ruby lips. “Did he now? There’s a surprise.” She tilted her head, looking up at the tall man before her. Seemingly considering his overall self. “Mm, I’m afraid I don’t have room for you, Stranger,” she said, despite knowing his name. “But there’s a sweet little thing called Hazel down the way, she’s our town doctor. She’s always got a place to put up someone like yourself.” She leaned forward, her crimson hair spilling like blood over the pale skin of her shoulder. “‘Sides, if you’re having trouble remembering, she might just be the one you’ve been looking for all along.” Something about her words brought a furrow to his brow, but he quickly smoothed it. Madame Malady seemed to know more than she let on, and he felt it would be wise to take her advice. He nodded his head to her respectfully. “Thank you, ma’am. I’ll go lookin’, then.” She smiled wryly. “Don’t be a stranger….Stranger.” Nodding to her one last time, he turned, meandering out the door. As he left, he could see one of the serving girls in a man’s lap, her lipstick bright and shiny, red as blood.

#the night market #belladonna malady #Literally could not stop thinking about this at work

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mexicoantiguo · 2 years

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Vista del Hotel Regis en la Avenida Juárez de la Ciudad de México ca. 1915

Se aprecia el anuncio de dicho Hotel que estaría próximo a Inaugurarse.

La construcción comenzó en 1908 y finalizó en el año de 1910. En un inicio estuvo planeado para albergar las instalaciones del diario El Imparcial. En ese entonces era un edificio de 5 plantas al que llamaron Berry. En 1911, tras el terremoto de México de 1911, el edificio fue afectado. Se remodeló y se convirtió en edificio de departamentos, pero nunca se ocupó hasta transformarse en Hotel Berry, y tuvo que venderse a su antiguo propietario Rafael Reyes Spíndola, después de la Decena Trágica en 1913. Transformado en hotel, se le puso el nombre de Hotel Ritz. Pero solamente mantuvo dicho nombre durante un año; ya que, tras la caída de Victoriano Huerta, tuvo que ser vendido a Rodolfo Montes y cambiar de nombre. Así surgió el Hotel Regis, que se inauguró el 15 de agosto de 1918. El edificio neoclásico albergó en su primera etapa a los más destacados prohombres nacionales. Sinaloenses y sonorenses, lo tenían como centro de actividades y conspiraciones. Desde 1917, se aumentaron pisos y se añadió un reloj en la azotea. En 1919 se amplió el Regis, construyéndose el Teatro "La Bombonera Regis" (años después, "Cine Regis"), el "Restaurante Don Quijote" y el "Bar Regis". En 1946 se construye un edificio aledaño que albergaría varios negocios, la conocida tienda departamental Salinas y Rocha. En 1952, se construye el ala moderna del edificio, un año después el "Centro Nocturno Capri" se trasladaría a los primeros pisos del nuevo edificio. En 1955 el llamativo letrero con la leyenda "Hotel ЯHR Regis" se traslada a la esquina de Avenida Juárez y Balderas, se mantiene ahí hasta el trágico terremoto de México de 1985. Las ansias de Montes por hacer del Regis la mejor hospedería de México, lo llevó a planear la remodelación de la fachada. Empeño que lo colocó al borde de la quiebra, por lo que tuvo que cederle la propiedad a una familia de apellido Hernández, quedando bajo la administración de Mario Castelán Meza, esposo de la hija mayor de la familia Hernández. Debido a múltiples problemas al interior de la familia Hernández, estos decidieron vender el Regis en 1944.

Anacarsis Peralta "Carcho" adquirió el Regis. Cambió la imagen del hotel, haciendo múltiples remodelaciones en mármol y transformando el lobby en uno de gran majestuosidad. Gracias a "Carcho", el Hotel Regis se transformó en un hotel de lujo en la Ciudad de México y uno de los favoritos para hospedarse en la década de los 40's y 50's. Por esta época nació el famoso "Cabaret Capri", igual que el "Restaurante Paolo" y la "Taberna del Greco". Al ampliar la avenida Balderas, se tuvo que demoler una parte del edificio, donde se albergaba la "Farmacia Regis". Al reconstruirse esa sección, parte del Regis aumentó el número de sus habitaciones.

Anacarsis Peralta falleció el 28 de noviembre de 1957 en un accidente aéreo causado por mal tiempo. Diez años después, la familia Peralta llegó a tomar el Regis. La viuda eligió a su hijo, Sergio Peralta Sandoval como administrador, el cual se convirtió en el primer administrador más joven del hotel con 23 años. En 1970 se retira debido a planes personales y le cedió a su hermana, Yolanda Peralta, la administración; ella estuvo a cargo desde 1970 hasta 1985.

A finales de agosto de 1985 la directora general del hotel, Yolanda Peralta, recibe la noticia del ascenso de la cuarta estrella por parte de la Secretaría de Turismo de la Ciudad de México, por lo que decide planear los festejos junto con el segundo evento del "día del huésped", en septiembre.

El 12 de septiembre de 1985 se celebraba en el Hotel Regis el "día del huésped" con una asistencia de alrededor de 150 personas, así como sus empleados. Se ofreció un buffet para celebrar dicho evento.

#méxico #mexico #cdmx #retro #retro vintage #mexican #retrostyle #arquitectura #hotel regis #historia

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postcard-from-the-past · 1 month

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Interior of the Cabaret du Néant venue in the Montmartre neighbourhood of Paris

French vintage postcard

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dafponcletra · 1 year

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Hablemos de Mary, la mapacha de Simul

Nacida en 1978, ella a diferencia de los vistos hasta ahora, nació fuera de Simul siendo una humana, en especifico nació en Italia, tiene ascendencia rumana de parte de su madre la cual practicaba brujería en sus años criandola, causándole traumas hasta llegar un día donde su propia madre vendió el alma de Mary a un demonio por un objeto maldito. Esto último causando que Mary la abandonara a sus 18 años y volviera a Italia por un año a trabajar lo suficiente para alejarse de ella definitivamente y cumplir su sueño, el cual era emigrar a Estados Unidos, en especifico a Seattle, donde ella lo veía como la capital del grunge y la música alternativa que ella tanto amaba, así en 1997 logró viajar allá y con el dinero que ganó de trabajar en bares y restaurantes en Roma, pudo poner un pequeño bar en las afueras de la ciudad con ayuda de un viejo amigo quien le ayudaría financieramente y hasta seria su primer amigo en tierras americanas, pero tras unos eventos, ella quedó sola siendo la única empleada y encargada del local, pero también la gerente y dueña, así que pudo jugársela bien en su negocio.

Todo parecía normal hasta que a inicios del nuevo milenio, el noroeste de Estados Unidos que incluían el estado de Washington, empezaba a sufrir eventos de clase sobrenatural a gran escala, escandalizando a la población, fue hasta que empezaron a haber grandes terremotos en la zona que el gobierno americano autorizo evacuar a todos los humanos de la zona, los cuales dejaron todo atrás a excepción de Mary, quien decidió quedarse ya que veía como las nuevas criaturas que habitaban Seattle y en sí toda esa zona, eran inteligentes y hasta tenían comportamientos 100% humanos, por lo que decidió quedarse con su bar pero ahora dedicado a la nueva clientela.

Tras unos años, el gobierno de EEUU decidió dar la independencia a toda esa tierra ahora apropiada por entes de otros mundos y dimensiones llamada Simul, fue ahí que Mary empezó su época de éxito económico, teniendo mucha más suerte incluso socialmente ya que empezó a tener decenas de amistades por todo Simul los cuales casi siempre eran clientes frecuentes de su bar, tras eso se animó a ampliar sus negocios, comprando todo un conjunto de apartamentos para alquilarlos ella, además de convertir su bar en un gran cabaret con forma de teatro, pero aún conservando su origen en el interior, junto a volver el local su propia casa.

Sin embargo, el quedarse en Simul la empezó a cambiar de una que otra manera, empezando con que tras una borrachera de año nuevo, ella había despertado rodeada de mapaches en el bosque y ahí tendría de un día para otro su característica cola y sus orejas de mapache, además de que tras ese evento su apariencia física no podría envejecer, por lo que se mantuvo con su aspecto joven veinteañero hasta nuestros días, además de su pequeño y delgado cuerpo aún se mantenía a pesar de todo.

#oc #simul

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they're just splitting the rent.

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etc: quick establishing piece for this group who i love so dearly. it mainly centers silke/cyane, with some background adelheidis/crux.

tags: @halsdaisy @sennamybeloved

They straightened their tie. Smoothed down their shirt. Applied two quick swipes of sparkly gold lipstick, stopping in a store’s window to check if it was on right. Somebody inside stared at them, and they smiled, giving a wave.

Under it all, Silke Chau was terrified. They straightened their top hat, which immediately slid to the side again, as usual. The jeweled bee affixed to it glinted back at them before they turned and kept walking.

Going out with a close friend was normal. They tried to repeat this to themself. They’d known her for years, since before she was Dr. Balaji. She was still Anny in their mind, even as they’d both aged, Silke drifting into performance while Cyane drilled herself into engineering. But Silke still didn’t feel like they’d grown apart. They still moved alike when they were together. Something about the way Anny made the same hand gestures like Silke’s, something like the way Silke had taken to fidgeting with their sleeves like Anny did.

Butterflies fluttered in their stomach. The silver ring in their pocket grew heavier than it should have been. Silke had no idea why they were so anxious about this. It was just… taking Cyane to a new place, maybe giving her a little gift. What was so stressful about that?

They’d seen the little angel-wing band in a store, and it reminded them so much of Cyane that they’d bought it on the spot with money they didn’t have. Silke was wondering if they’d have to get another side gig. They’d quit their job once again and slunk off to the underground of vaudeville, searching for something that didn’t make them feel so lonely, even with the warmth of Anny’s body next to them at night. Splitting the rent wasn’t going to offset this purchase, though.

An awning cast a shadow over them, and Silke turned to scan the posters behind shiny glass. It was dark outside, cobbled roads lit only by dimmed yellow streetlights, and yet the city was just beginning to awaken. They squared their shoulders and pushed open the door.

“What’s this place?” Cyane had asked, pushing her crescent-moon glasses up her nose. Silke’s eye was immediately drawn to her deep blue nails.

“Just another club.” Silke shrugged, indifferent. “But I heard they’ve got a Landa lady there. It’s this elite performing-arts family,” they found themself explaining. “The women are all wonderful. I’d love to see this show.”

Cyane raised her eyebrows, putting down her paper with light annoyance. “You know, I’m not a fan of the arts, but you don’t need to explain the Landas to me. Everybody knows them.”

Silke winced. Blunt as ever.

“Anyways, if you want to, sure, I’ll come.”

“Lovely,” said Silke, already thinking of what lipstick they would wear. “Meet you there tonight?”

“Why not?”

The interior of the Velvet Hood cabaret was dim, the only light a few amber-toned lanterns sparsely on the walls. It was dusty, Silke thought. Not in a literal way, but it felt old, despite the building being fairly new. Silke had heard whispers that it’d been built for this Landa lady.

Who was she, anyway? The lighting was almost too dim to make out details on their crumpled flyer. Silke smoothed it out on their lap, under the red tablecloth.

On the flyer, a tall, beak-masked figure embraced a ballet dancer in a skull-shaped mask. Rat and Reaper. Thursday nights, at the Velvet Hood. That was it. Either of these people could be the performer everybody was whispering about. Everybody in Silke’s circles, at least. Cyane hadn’t heard a damn thing about this club before Silke brought it up.

“Velvet Hood sounds like something from a penny dreadful,” she’d said, with a derisive sniff.

They weren’t quite listening to what the other patrons were saying, but they did hear somebody murmur the name “Landa”. It was someone behind them, so Silke snuck a peek—a tall person with a fringed scarf, eyes jumping back and forth as they chattered on to their friend. Silke was feeling increasingly alone.

They looked around, hoping to spot Cyane hurrying in. Across the room, an older woman with her hair in long braids reached into her handbag, the rings on her fingers reflecting the dim light. A girl sat in the lap of someone much shorter than her, twirling her hair and giggling at whatever they were saying. From Silke’s perspective, her sizable bust was obscuring their face.

They spotted her only seconds before she sat down. “Sorry I’m late,” Cyane whispered, because whispering felt like the only way to talk in this dark room. Her dark hair curled perfectly around her face, brown eyes locking on Silke’s. They had to look away. She had such an intense stare.

Silke took in her dress, the blue velvet one with all those embroidered constellations on it. “You look good. As usual.”

“Thank you.” It was kind of stilted. Cyane cleared her throat, and then they lapsed into silence.

“Is something on your mind?” They had hardly gotten the sentence out when Cyane started speaking again. “So there’s this bitch at work—“

Silke smiled. There was their Anny, going on about the bitch from work until the lights dimmed even more, and a hush fell over the room. “It’s about to start,” she whispered.

“You know, I love the arts, so you don’t need to explain that to me,” Silke teased.

“Oh, shut up.”

On the side of the stage, Silke spotted two figures. One tall and one short, like on the poster, but they weren’t wearing masks. Which was fair enough. Their own artist friends always loved to embellish whatever act they were advertising.

The shorter one came on first, wearing a tutu and pointe shoes, stepping silently across the stage to sit at the piano. The taller one entered next, stepping up to the microphone, his long fingers dancing over the stand. “Good evening,” he said, voice low and husky. The stage lighting easily caught his sparkling eyeshadow and his rings, and the shine of his tall leather boots. Silke admitted he was attractive, maybe in a scruffy way.

“He’s so gorgeous,” somebody next to Silke tittered. Cyane rolled her eyes, her fingers going to the interlocked Venus symbols on a chain around her neck.

“For all who do not know us, allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Crux raven Landa—“ he continued, undeterred, even as an excited whisper went up at the name Landa—“and my lovely companion is Adelheidis Melchior.”

“That’s… who is that?” Cyane murmured.

“Not one of the prolific Landa ladies. It’s Crux, the only man who’s inherited the name,” Silke realized. “I mean, I don’t think it’s his anymore—“

“Tell me later!” Cyane hissed.

Adelheidis pushed their glasses up their nose, scowling, and played a chord, as if to tell Crux, Get on with it. He smiled, stepping backwards easily and putting his hand on their shoulder, sliding up so his thumb was on their lips—then jerking back as if he’d been bitten, Adelheidis offering another snarl. “Don’t worry, she only bites me,” Crux said, with a chuckle. Even without the microphone, his voice was still impressively loud.

Adelheidis turned, allowing Silke a clear glimpse of their face. Their hair was black and curly, and the stage lighting refused to let anybody see what was under their round glasses. They used their ankle to drag Crux in closer to them, grabbing his collar and yanking him down. The two of them looked beautiful. Decadent, with the amount of different fabrics and textures on Adelheidis’ costume, and the sleek shiny feathers on Crux’s shrug. Untouchable.

“I wish that was me,” another patron sighed. This time, Cyane was too entranced by the stage to pay them any mind.

“So, you’re all here for a show, huh?” Adelheidis’ smile was a wicked slash. “Let’s give you a show.” They played the same chord, once, twice, and then launched into a rich piece as Crux hurried back to the microphone to sing.

His voice was a smooth baritone, obviously quite trained. But maybe not in a classical sense. Silke knew the Landas were an eccentric sort, eschewing proper training in favor of passing the skill down through the family, mother to daughter. To son, in this case.

They knew very little about playing the piano, but from what they did know from their musician friends, they could see that Adelheidis was classically trained. Their posture made it evident, as did the pure skill they were pouring into the keyboard.

Crux’s singing had imperfections in it. But Silke found themself drawn to it, and they thought they would be even not knowing his family name. The volume dropped as he backed away from the microphone once again, sitting down with Adelheidis at the piano bench, playing alongside them so it was seamless when Adelheidis rose, dropping their glasses on top of the sheet music stand. The marked shift in the way they carried their body was even visible to Silke, who knew nothing about ballet, as they picked up a tambourine from the top of the piano and moved to center stage, lifting their leg high as Crux transitioned into playing a more classical piece. The audience around them whispered murmurs of awe.

“Look at her calves,” Cyane sighed. Silke flicked her arm.

Adelheidis hit each position on-beat with the music, punctuated with the impact of the tambourine—on their foot, on their shoulder, on their hip. They leaned over their leg, extended front, suspended for a second, before stepping through and performing a turn. Crux hesitated when they did, continuing on when they started moving again—but quickly backtracked. Clearly, Adelheidis repeating this turn wasn’t in the original sheet music, but they executed such a perfect double that Silke doubted the audience, murmuring approval, noticed or cared. Silke certainly didn’t.

They could see that the two performers harmonized perfectly, listening and watching for each other’s cues. Silke couldn’t tell which parts of this choreography were rehearsed, and which were improvised.

Crux’s playing dwindled down to a single note as Adelheidis fluttered to the back of the stage, throwing their arms back with a ferocious smile, before they launched into a leap so powerful that the audience gasped. Into a series of turns, Crux’s coda speeding up accordingly, and finishing exactly when they did. Adelheidis finished close to the edge of the stage, and Silke could see that their face was red from exertion.

Applause went up from the audience as Adelheidis picked up their glasses and sat down again at the piano, turned away from the keys. Crux picked up a guitar, and started picking a lone melody, as Adelheidis took a deep breath and sang.

It was impressive. An intense variation like that straight into using your lung capacity in a totally different way. Silke reached in their wallet to look for a tip, hitting their fingernail on the silver angel wing ring. They froze. They needed to give that to Cyane before they forgot.

Crux’s booming voice soared above, almost overtaking Adelheidis’ gentle and soft one, but pulling back after he took a glance at their face. Adelheidis smiled at them—and it wasn’t the vicious smile they’d hurled at the audience earlier. It looked like how their voice sounded.

The conclusion of their song, backed only by a guitar melody, felt natural, and the audience applauded once again. Little cabaret acts like this never got the same roars as the same act staged in an opulent opera house. Silke crossed their ankles. With his family name, surely it would be easy for Crux to work someplace more prestigious? Why here?

“Thank you,” Adelheidis said quietly, their cold tone returning, yet not as frigid as before as their eyes strayed to Crux’s face. They accepted Crux’s hand and let him lead them offstage as the hall coalesced into brief silence before the next act.

“Some opening,” Cyane said from next to Silke.

“In a good way?”

She flipped her hair back. “It was okay.”

“I liked it.”

“Are you just saying that because the guy was attractive?”

“Oh, rubbish, don’t act like you’re any better.”

“Shut up!” That was the second one of the night. Satisfied with how much they’d irritated her, Silke smiled, reaching into their pocket.

“Sorry. I know I’m annoying. So, to make up for it…” They took Cyane’s hand and heard her breath hitch gently, sliding the ring onto her finger.

“What is this?” she whispered, harsh. “How much was it?”

“Shh. Don’t worry about it.” Silke patted her hand. “It’s angelic, just like you, Anny.”

Cyane hesitated, her eyes locking onto Silke’s again. They only held her gaze for a moment before dropping it, hearing her scoff as they did.

“I can’t accept this.”

“Well, I already bought it. You’d better, or else it’d just be a waste.”

“…Thank you,” Cyane murmured, taking Silke’s hand in both of hers. They felt their neck flush as the warm light glinted off the silver. “I really do appreciate it, Cece.”

#minkfic #the dancing plague

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