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gins-potter · 3 years

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Chicago Fire 9x14 Thoughts

Veronicat!

You got this Stella Kidd!!

“No doubt” Severide you are so in love I love you.

I need to know what happened in 2017.

“Small claims court” Mouch oh my god.

Can I just say that Sylvie looks very cute in her lil quilted vest.

“Let’s go let’s go let’s go” can I make this my alarm. I feel like it would wake me up much better than my current one.

Get you a man who loves you so much he’ll send a firefighter to help you first.

“My truck captain” why do I love the sound of that so much?

It’s probs cause I’m a Sevasey stan.

Since when does it take five minutes to put the aerial up?

Oh they had to move it to the other side of the building okay next mind.

Gallo you motherfucking ninja.

Cigar chat!!

Nervous Severide!!

Severide 👀👀👀👀👀

“Not exactly” bitch what

Okay that’s fair

I knew something about that whole fire was sus. Only because they focused on it for too long.

Why is Sylvie so pretty in blue.

Sylvie babe everyone in the house is gonna say they’re allergic to cats.

“Wanna swing by on the way home” oh be still my Sevasey heart.

Yes I am taking literal crumbs.

Eeeesh do people usually just leave their crap lying around the city?

Wtf is wrong with people?

God Brettsey are such a couple already. I love it.

Severide knoooooooows.

“You know what.”

Burgess mention!

You know what, I need a Burgess/Severide friendship fic right the fuck now.

He’s gonna do a runner.

Or maybe not.

Must remember this isn’t PD even if Severide and Casey are playing detective.

When Brettsey and Stellaride are on screen together: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

“You’re the best”

That Severide look

I fucking love this so much

Darren are you going to be mean to the little old lady.

I mean I knew that was gonna happen but still gotta let the old people con you sometimes.

This plant guy looks like a dick.

Holy crap.

Oh my god Veronicat.

“I think she’s testing the room for weakness” IM SCREAMING.

“What the hell is that?”

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY?

Poor Casey.

Poor Rillo.

“Oooooooh a dentists office this should be good” Violet whyyyyyy 😂

Yeeesh.

Noooooo not the drill.

I can’t watch.

The sound of dental drills give me ptsd.

At least no teeth were pulled.

Omfg nooooooo Veronicat.

AASDFFGHHJKLLL.

I really don’t think Sylvie’s gonna mind.

This is so messed up. This poor guy.

Ohhhhh so that’s why Herrmann was in Matt’s truck in the bts photos.

YAY! MOUCH IS GETTING A MEDAL! Love that for him 😍

O shit.

Get him Pete get him.

Looooooove detective duo Sevasey.

Omfg Capp buying back his own jacket every year is hilarious.

God Stella’s hair is always on point.

I can’t believe we got a whole episode of Sevasey talking about their relationships. I kind of love it?

Oh here we go.

Yo the way I fucking tested yo when Boden called her Lieutenant.

Bitch I’m motherfucking crying.

SEVERIDE IS SO PROUD OF HER LOOK AT HIS FACE.

😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay that might just be my fave episode of the season.

#oc spoilers #one chicago #Chicago fire

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katgreeves · 3 years

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a case of the biggest cards (a tua holiday fic)

Cards, muffins on the way, and a slightly tired (tipsy) family that have competitive and snarky written in their bones and running in their veins. A sure fire way for total absolute mayhem on earth. Oh this is gonna be fun. Klaus can't wait."

Or: The Hargreeves make the best of their royal fucking up of the timeline and spend Christmas Eve together at last.

heyyyyyyy @a-fucking-velociraptor it’s me your secret santa for @secret-santa-klaus!! wanted to do a little sibling bonding fic for you and then I went overboard LMAOOO I hope you like it anyways and happy holidays!!! I hope you’re having the best times this season!!

it’s also on ao3 to read for your reading pleasure!! (if you have an ao3 acc by all means lemme know so I can gift it to you on there!)

Fine hands move quickly to practiced motions. Long, nimble fingers sent cards flying as they shuffled around in the deck.

The five of them were all sitting on the floor, wrapped around a worn coffee table and leaning against the sofa and armchairs around them. Assorted pillows strewn about to comfort them, they were slowly going through the 3 bottles of whatever shitty drink they had trusted Diego with getting for the night. One of them was already empty.

Since the whole Dooms-didn’t/Apoca-nope-lypse/The Sparrow Academy timeline fuckery to the highest of degrees, they were all pretty much left in the dust. After a not so great first encounter with the “Sparrows” (none of them had even begun to comprehend the big emo looking elephant in the room, let alone address it to each other) they were promptly kicked our of the Hargreeves mansion. It took a while after that, but eventually they found a flat somewhere in the city for cheap to hide out in. The place wasn’t really cozy, totally not big enough for all of them together, but it was a roof over their heads to keep them safe enough till they could figure how to bring back their own timeline and finally have this behind them once and for all.

If that even existed anymore.

Klaus leered tiredly at the movements. Had it been himself dealing with the deck, he’s sure it would not be nearly as graceful, instead the cards would probably move clumsily with his fidgety hands and scrawny fingers, spewing all over the place. Then again, it might just be the signature “Rumor Charm.” Alli made everything look elegant, it was one of her best skills, one she gained with no powers, no rumors, that she did without even trying. It was just her.

“Allison. Darling sister of mine. While this in no means to rush you at all, I just want you to know that I’ve murdered entire Commision boards in shorter amounts of time that you’re taking right now.”

That, the source of the uncannily on cue quip, was Five. The grouch wasn’t letting up his smartass act up for one bit, even for the goddamn holidays. How predictable.

“First, you’ve only killed one commision board. Second, this is a Christmas Eve party, aka fun night party, aka we are not having discussions of our more colorful histories for one night party, please-”

“Can we actually start the game? I hear Santa hates it when he's’ trying to do his job and sneak like a ninja or whatever only to see six idiots in a small dingy, dark as shit living room bickering over cards and oh wait- they've been at this since when?”

All eyes focused on whom that voice belonged to, which was Diego. While he was working at defrosting himself of his bitter and snarky facade, it didn’t really help that he was both tired and annoyed as shit at the wait right now.

“Quite a bold accusation that Santa wants to see any of us after all the shit we’ve pulled Di.”

“Even if he did, does he even know how to find us now? You know, technically not existing anymore and all-”

“What did Allison just say guys-”

“Hey Vanny, we’re just-”

“Okay, I think it’s time we get this show on the road shall we?” Allison pointedly interrupted with, brandishing the now shuffled deck of cards to veer the group to their original intentions (She does that a lot nowadays).

“Thank goodness. At the rate that we’re going it’s only a matter of time before we become itty bitty old grannies sitting on porches in rocking chairs.” Vanya crooned, scrunching up her face at the end to emphasize her point.

“Five’s essentially a grandparent already Vanya-”

“Well, he’ll just become a jurassic fossil I gue-”

PWACK

“Five!”

“That-” he gestured to the pen in Vanya’s hand he has just whacked her in the face with (Klaus had admittedly, bursted out a sharp spark of laughter at the sight) “is what happens when you are the only one I tolerate slightly more than average and you use this weakness to lead me to a complete and utter betrayal.”

“Betrayal?”

“You know, we actually promised Luther we’d let him bake in peace this time.”

Indeed, as Allison had oh so clearly reminded them, while the others were engaging in whatever was going on right now, Luther was trying baking some red velvet muffins (“No, don’t look at me like that, this is a totally normal amount of food coloring to put in the batter. They have to be the brightest red guys! Come on, it’s Christmas!”) in the kitchen close by. He was in there a lot nowadays, essentially becoming their new Grace in terms of their meals. He claimed it was a cathartic process for him, and in return they all just enjoyed the free meals.

“Jokes on Luther if he’s dumb enough to actually belive that.”

The last comment earned an eruption of laughs all around the table, a scandalized “Vanny!” here and there. Such was expected from their Vanya, the now youngest of the group (and isn’t that wild? Their entire lives were dictated by nothing else but the fact they were quite the peculiar, unlucky septulets and time travel and fucking Dallas took even that away from them). A complete contrast from the Vanya that was so long ago, sarcasm and laughter were her now weapons of choice as she’d talk and tease non stop about anything with a grin. Honestly, good for her.

With cards now flying across the table, it was time for the real shit. The game was one that Klaus had actually taught them. It was one of the many “souvenirs” that he had brought back from Vietnam. He had learnt it, along with the rest of his squadron from one Private Darren Teow. “T” for short, although the boys called him “Croc” after an embarrassing incident where he was the main star of a disaster march across a riverbank (oh boy was that a wild day).

His parents had come to the United States back in the early 40’s for a chance of something new, and for their son, a chance of something better, a life of his own that could be so grand.

“And what a real great life this is, isn’t it?” He had said one night, a one in a kind night where the jungles were silent of the noises that shook them all for once and instead was filled with the laughter and cheering of the squadron as days old beer was being passed around like candy. Raising his can in the air, the bitter cynicism in his voice rang clear. “Trying to save my head from blowing up to bits everyday on the floor these fucking jungles. A goddamn blast if I’ve ever seen one. Three cheers for the Land of the Fucking Free-”

It wasn’t played as much as a usual game of poker, but whenever there was a fleeting moment here and there, or nobody had any cigs left to bet after Katz snatched them all (Rule Number 15 of the 173rd: Do not let that All-American face and charm fool you. That man will have your rations in his godly chiseled arms and the palms of his hands before you can even put down a card).

Sometimes, when he and Dave were cooped up in some motel room in Saigon during leave, trying to avoid another Sky Soldier who would try and drag them along for a night on the town, they’d decide to play it together, just the two of them. And by that it meant Dave would offer to play a round of poker, and Klaus would beg to play this instead for a “fun change of pace, you know?”

“You mean, when you don’t want to eat utter shit at the hands of your awfully gifted beloved and can’t face the fact that you can’t keep a straight face for shit?”

“Be thankful you have a god gifted jawline from Adonis himself, or else I would have busted out of this motel aeons ago.”

“What can I say if I learnt it from the best?”

“Fuck you Kitty Katz.”

“I love you too, starlight.”

“That’s it, you are disqualified for hitting me with that sappy shit. I love you too.”

He smiled, chuckling softly at the memory as his hands reached for the familiar chain of cold steel around his neck, the motion second nature at this point. God, Klaus missed that dork so much.

Teow had called the game Big Two. At the very core of it, spades’ the best, then hearts, then clubs, and last and very least: diamonds. The bigger the better. Except for two. That little fucker gets you far. Put down as many as you can at rapidfire speed. First one to finish their cards in hand is winner winner chicken dinner!

He wishes Ben were here. God knows how much that little shit would be enjoying this right now.

The cards were swiftly dealt. He inspected his hand, as the others were talking about theirs. On top were the first two cards, two threes.

The game carried on as a normal one, duets of cards spilling on the table. And then, a lull as yet again his siblings had started another feud. This time, Diego was convinced Five was cheating somehow. Hell, knowing the little menace, he probably was.

Klaus must have dozed off somewhere, because it was only when a hand slammed into his shoulder that his head whipped back to the table, about to mutter a quick apology to what he expected were a circle of tired faces. Instead, he saw a cacophony of grim expressions. Something was going awry.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Klaus-”

“You know, the last time I checked, I was the Seance around here-”

“Klaus-”

Klaus mocked a gasp, dramatically placing a hand on his chest as he feigned a look of shock on his face. “No! Don’t tell me you all are putting a Lila on me-”

“Five’s on his last card!” they all exclaimed, exasperated by Klaus’ usual antics.

Oh. Well, that's where the problem quickly emerged. Shit.

“Put something! Anything! Don’t let him win!” Allison shrieked.

“How can she? He’s got some damn strong cards there!” Diego added.

They had to be pulling his leg. Already? Things had just started getting good around here. Or you know, Klaus assumes it was before he was lost in wherever the fuck his mind went. But alas, a hesitant glance at the table and indeed, on the stack of cards, were two aces. Goddamn aces. Scouring through his hand, a sigh came over the medium. Those were some goddamn miracle cards.

Again, if only Benjamin was here. Sure, after their last poker fiasco, the little shit would probably decide to just screw him over again cause he had such a fun ride the last time around. But still, it was at least better than nothi-

Wait. Eyes perked up as Klaus saw a lifeline of a card in his hand.

Aces may have been big.

But they weren’t the biggest.

And with that a couple of two’s were places on the table, and Klaus, with a calm, low tone uttered-

“Last card.”

An array of sounds could be heard. Gasps, exasperated groans and sighs echoed across the table as cards were chucked in the middle in a show of surrender. Five glared daggers, as one would at the person who caused their defeat. It didn’t really matter to the medium anymore because-

“Victory is mine, bitches.”

A scoff, then an eyeroll before Five uttered “Beginner’s luck.”

“I’m the one who told you how to play you little shit.”

“Well, then it’s just a stroke of luck then. The game’s all chance anyways.”

“You goddamn pri-”

“Could it kill you all to be a bit quieter?” Luther asks, cutting the action as he finally stepped into the room.

“Lutherino!”

“Big guy finally decided to show up huh?”

“My apologies Razor Boy, didn’t want to give you guys burnt shit now, didn’t I?” he says, placing a pile of whatever he had made on the table, which was met with an applause all around. Oh damn they looked good.

“You guys only love me for cooking, don’t you?”

“Well, now that you’ve said it-”

“Five!” With a whack on his shoulder, Allison chided the former assassin while scooting a bit into Diego, patting the empty space she’d just created for Luther to plop into.

“Think you could come in with a cute little apron, you know, really sell into the chef role you’ve set for yourself here? One with an abundance of frills, preferably.”

“No, absolutely not Klaus. Now pass me the goddamn cards to shuffle before you guys start some shit again.”

“Wow, our Numero Uno now joins in on the gambling fun? Whatever happened to our ever so righteous bro bro?

“Klaus, I worked with Jack Ruby for a year. You don’t wanna know half the things I’ve witnessed.”

And that was it. That was their breaking point. It wasn’t long before the whole room erupted into laughter and wow this is so good.

It isn’t perfect. They all struggled to fit, it was way too chilly for comfort even under assorted layers of tight knit sweaters. Their hearts still panged for what they had already lost and what they were afraid they could still lose.

But, they were all together, and they haven’t been able to say that for so long. So, they could set all those worries and lingering annoyances aside for a bit to just be. Right here, right now, enjoying the warmth and joy of each other’s presence in a way they never thought they’d be so lucky to feel.

Later that night, Klaus resolves that if ever found Teow again, he’d have to thank him.

#tua #tua secret santa #tua secret santa 2020 #The Umbrella Academy #klaus hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #Allison Hargreeves #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #luther hargreeves #ben hargreeves #Dave katz #klave #look man they're all just bastards and I just think they're neat #tv: the umbrella academy #mine: writing #damn this is the first fic I've published HELP AJSKLDJAS

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meltdownwillbeawesomethisweekend · 5 years

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Do people aka tinhats realise that Darren’s parents are millionaires? Like the house they had in San Francisco people found it online back in 2015 and it sold for over a million the house they own now is worth a lot. My point being Darren probably has a trust fund and savings. Something tells me he didn’t have to get student loads. So all the tinhats that say “Darren doesn’t have enough money for this because he doesn’t work” well yes he does work just because we don’t see it doesn’t mean he 1/2

I thought EXACTLY the same when I made that post and saw the tweet. I mean I have no idea about trust fund or even money from his parents. What I do know is as follow, we know Darren invested, TSG, The Motley, starkid, probably other thing we don’t know anything about. Darren has been smart on those ones, cause that means another income from him. The ads, are also an income. He may not have done “work” as they call it (midway was in October, lol Tom Hardy last known job was back in May 2018 lmaooooo). He’s collabing with Steve Aoki, we saw him with the author of TD, we know about the photoshoot, we know about the documentary, we know about the Ninja Turtles movie ... He was far from inactive lol.

His father is a business man, he’s KNOWN entertainment law while being at the philaharmonic. People thinking that man would let his son sign something screwing him as bad as the tinhats think he did are dumb. As I don’t know anything else those are just supposition but the assumption that his parents also knew what he wanted to do, so they probably prepared him to be smart and invest would be logical.

As for Mia her father and uncle owned half the club and concert venue in LA and NYC. Her mom is at the board of Vera Wang.

Whatever happens I’m worried for neither of them financially.

What really amuses me is that those people try to be sarcastic and try to be assholes, but their shit is so easily debunked it’s not even funny. You just need to look and think :’D.

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asterhowl · 5 years

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for the videogames ask - 1, 7, 20

Oh my word my wordly wordington, thank you for asking!

1. A game that had a lasting impression on you.

This game was my whole world when I was 13. The scope and storyline just blew my tiny mind. I even recorded myself playing it on VHS to give to my friend who did not play video games so that I had someone to talk to about it.

They did not watch it.

2. 5 of your favourite OSTs

Links provided to my favourite track

My favourite track is probably “Terminal March”. And “Setting Sail, Coming Home” makes me cry every gods damned time. One of the most beautiful duets I’ve ever heard. Darren Korb guys. A fucking genius.

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The myth, the legend, Yasunori Mitsuda. I could have Chrono Trigger and Chrono Cross up here but honestly guys, this album is just so fucking epic. The provided videos do not do it justice, it is terrible quality. As it should be. Buy the album. But it’s nice as a preview.

Never played the Xenogears games. But after playing FFVII I went around downloading every OST from every video game I could find. In MIDI FORMAT GUYS. Remember those?? This music has so much meaning for me. I’ve never even played the damn game.

Favourite tracks gotta be “My Village is Number One!”, “Flight”, “Singing of the Gentle Wind”, and the incredible choral arrangement of “Ship of Regret and Sleep” holy shit. If you listen to nothing else on this album please. Listen to that one.

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Naoki Kodaka comes to fucking play, motherfuckers. His compositions for the original NES Batman is what elevates this from just another movie tie in video game to a genuine fucking EXPERIENCE™.

Every. Fucking. Stage. Actual eargasms.

The linked video is to Mother Brain!’s metal cover arrangement and it is genuinely the most accurate recreation of the old 16bit beep borps that constituted video game music back in the day.

I tried to post the video at the Stage 1 timestamp. So skip to about 1:45. You will not be disappointed.

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Back in the good ol’ days of the Play Station, I was still trying to convince my classical music trained parents that video game music was just as accomplished, technical, sophisticated and beautiful as Mozart, Bach and Beethoven.

How best to convince them when, at the time, video game music was still very much beep borps. Enter Elemental Gearbolt, a two player co op first person shooter using the gun controller. One of the first games to have music recorded by a full fucking orchestra accompany you as you fly around as a giant ass warrior fairy shooting the shit outa hordes of monsters.

"Echoes” is the first track you will hear, peaceful, lamenting, but hopeful. Then the opening level hits you with “The Scout” and you are on a fucking journey, son. “Forest” is one of those tracks that lures you in with a curious, subdued melody, and then suddenly...

But my favourite track has to be “Fortress”. This whole soundtrack is some of Kei Wakakusa’s best and most underrated, under appreciated work.

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I could have linked to the PC version of the soundtrack. It is, technically, better quality in terms of sound. But screw that shit because the SNES version is superior in almost every other way. THE BEST BEEP BORPS!!

There are musical layers to the SNES midi version that the PC arrangements just do not capture. A travesty.

The music was composed by Michael Giacchino. This is beep borps at it’s most virtuosic. I will stand by that to my fucking grave. “Mojo Mansion” is a fucking bop. “The Ninja Training Grounds” is a masterpiece. “Muddrake Mayhem” will get your toes a tappin and your hands a clappin. “Sacrifice of Maui” is, hands down, the best fucking lava level track in existence. All other lava level tracks go home.

My favourite track, though - “Test of Duckhood”. But fuck the bungee part of that level. If you’ve never played Maui Mallard In Cold Shadow, do yourselves a favour, get your hands on an emulator and rom that bad boi.

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20. A game that truly scared the shit out of you.

Oh. Oh my dear followers.

Why?

The sight of this thing genuinely made my heart hammer in my tiny chest. My brother and I used to take turns trying to get past it and we would both be screaming, actually screaming in terror when it showed up. Nothing. Nothing in video games will ever be as scary as this fucking fish.

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alliebruns-blog · 6 years

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Rat Race Recce Report: Subterranean Snowdon

Now a few if you may know my feelings about cycling. Cyclists are cheats, bikes are cheat machines, some of them poo in their lycra, horse attacking half wits etc. but that didn’t stop me from from biting Jim’s arm off when he asked if I wanted to come to Snowdonia to recce one of the new Rat Race Projects - ‘Subterranean Snowdon’.

I’ve done Snowdon a few times - Snowdon trail Marathon, Snowdon Ultra etc, but this promised to be more than trotting up a mountain and stumbling down again.

Sometimes it pays to be short....

The premise is that you start of half a mile underground in the old mines at Llanberis. You make your way up to the surface and jump on a mountain bike (gross) for 15 miles to the foot of Snowdon then run up the Watkin Path- possibly the most technically difficult way up - its’ got ridges and drops and all sorts. You know how I like a ridge right? (Spoiler - I don’t). Once you get to the top you run down the other side and then abseil down 3-5 waterfalls to the bottom. Sounds fun right? Looks good on paper right? Reality is it’s the most exhilarating, exciting and terrifying fun you can have in 12 hours.

We stayed the night in a little hostel in Llanberis and after a big old breakfast and briefing myself, Ross (our safety guide ninja) Jim, Darren and Handsome Pete made our way towards that start of the event - the slate mines at Parc Padarn. It was a little overcast and chilly but nothing to get upset about. Yet.

Yeah, that’s a train.....

We’re put in a tiny train that looks like a well dodgy, yellow vertical version of the DLR, and clank our way down the mine shaft. A little bell goes and the doors open - we are now half a mile underground in a warren of still functional mines. It’s pretty dark in mines isn’t it? That’s why I was wearing a stupid at with a light. Our guides were great and led us through the little passages (poor Handsome Pete bashing his head every 3 seconds, Jim and I not having that problem at all) until we reach a pretty steep rail track that obviously hasn't been used for some time. We have to climb up it, towards the light - a climb that starts off ok but ends as more of a scramble. I’m not really that claustrophobic but this gets your heart rate and anxiety going for sure. Once at the top, it’s straight onto our bikes which have been waiting for us at the top of the mine. This is where it starts to get funny.

Follow the light, kids.

This is the hole we popped out of......

I haven't been on a bike for ages (boris bikes drunk don’t count) and I am so glad we had Helen - our lovely mountain bike guide - to help. I basically had to learn how to ride one again - and it is NOT the same as running. Whereas Darren looked like he was about to win the Tour de France, I came across more Pee Wee Herman.

Thrilled. I was thrilled.

But that’s ok. I didn’t fall of. And Helen was brilliant. She was really encouraging and gave me some amazing tips - and didn’t laugh at me once for being shit. Well maybe once but that was because I was being shit. If the idea of riding a bike puts you off doing this - don’t let it. There loads of support and (don’t tell anyone) I actually had a really good time!

Standard Pete Rees crouch.

The first part of the ride is roads - downhill and fast and really good fun. The uphills were a struggle for me - running and cycling are very different AND I am bad at maths AND I’m not really very ambidextrous which made changing gear just LOL-worthy. Darren was flying up the hills, Jim was flying up them, I was getting off and walking a bit and flying DOWN them. Handsome Pete was hanging out the back of a van filming us. Standard. Then it started raining. (It now won’t stop raining until the second we finish the trip).

After all the fun of the roads and the beautiful farm tracks comes the really hard bit - mountain biking down very steep, very wet technical terrain. It would be hard enough to run down with trail shoes and not slip, let alone ride a bike down. I looked at the trail with slight horror wondering how I was every going to be able to do it, but once again Helen gave me a masterclass about putting my seat down, balancing and standing up - and down I bounced actually LOVING it and not falling off. Darren on the other hand had bought his MAMIL bike and DID fall off. Lessons learnt? You need a mountain nike for this or else you’re going to be carrying it on your shoulder.

Over to Darren on that......

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Jim and Darren survey the “track”

At this point we had been on the bikes for about 3 hours and the rain had really set in - we were all pretty much soaked. The beauty of Snowdonia make up for it though and although wet, by the end of the second leg we were all feeling awesome.

Serious briefing time at the start of the Watkin Path....

Quick stop at the trucks to get a change of gear, and we were off up Snowdon along The Watkin Path. This is one of the most beautiful routes up with waterfalls and woods and a gradual incline before you start to get to the big boy section. It was still drizzling but as we ascended it got worse and worse. It’s about 6km to the summit, but its a lung buster with some decent scramble sections and some terrifying ridges to deal with. It got to the point where it was so foggy and rainy I couldn’t see Handsome Pete or the Guide who were no more than a meter in from or behind me.

Love a water feature....

Visibility getting worse

OK, where is everyone?

The good thing about this for me was I couldn’t see the drops on either side of the ridges. Anyone that read my UTA blog knows that I have a really bad fear of ridges with drops on either side. The best thing is if all I can see is cloud or fog - and that’s how it was here. Gutted there were no views, massively relieved there were no views. It was REALLY fucking windy though.

Lovely ridge. Thank God I can’t see it properly.

We were all soaked and freezing and even getting changed at the Summit in the lean to of the NOT OPEN cafe seemed like false economy - the rain was NOT giving up but I was freezing so wicked on a couple more layers and put my sodden jacket back on.

Up we go - there were sheep up here - how the fuck did they get up there?

Lovely view from the top.....

And down again.....

We started the trot down the Pyg Pass - again it was GREAT that is was so foggy and I managed the trot down pretty easily with no view. As we descended the fog lifted, but the rain and wind remained. We kept moving, because whenever we stopped we got cold. It was technical trail and bogs, technical trail and bogs, all the way up and down until we finally got got to Cwm Dyli Waterfall. It was huge and so noisy you couldn’t hear yourself think. It was awesome.

This is FOR real people. First waterfall drop.

We were in a cloud at the top of the falls, and we were totally soaked and it was windy. We were all starting to get cold so did our best to keep moving while Ross and the Rat Race squad got our abseil kit ready. It was at this stage that it dawned on Handsome Pete that he might have to abseil. I had not been thinking about this part, because I needed to get over bike fear before anything else. But now, looking at the ledge we had to throw ourselves off backwards, the slippery ledge that had tonnes of water gushing over it, it became a little bit real.

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No audio apart from waterfalls - but this is where I explain to Pete there are 5, FIVE abseils. You can add your own subtitles for LOLs.

Handsome Pete was having none of it and decided to him from up the top - filming was being made very difficult by the rain and the fact we didn’t really have a waterproof casing for the camera. Quite how my phone survived this ordeal even in my bag, is beyond me, but the only shots I have of the waterfall abseils are shots from a previous recce - but you get the idea!

Fun vs Not fun. You decide!

We managed 3 abseils. I HAVE done this before (in Thailand where it’s dry) and I know where I should be putting my feet etc but it’s a different kettle of fish when you have tonnes of water gushing over you, and the rock you’re going down is VERY slippery and VERY smooth. It’s a case of not freaking out, really. The minute you realise you have started to freak out, you start to freak out more then it’s game over.

I got to the bottom of the first drop and fell in the plunge pool like the lady I am, then got roped up for the second one. This one was huge - there’s a picture of it above. I was literally being waterboarded by nature. You can get the idea of the power of the water in this video taken the week before on the same waterfall.

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There came a point towards the end where I totally lost my footing and swung straight into the rock and under the falls. It was actually quite glorious but fucking painful. I just kept swinging in and out like a pendulum, occasionally bashing against the rock, until Stuart - one of the badass RR experts - managed to pull me out by my harness. Embarrassing but hilarious. My bruises are amazing.

The third one was smaller and much more manageable and their was the option of doing 2 more, but it was late and we were all freezing and starving so we called it a day. In better weather it would have been amazing and I would have kept going all day - as it was I was very wet and cold and I knew it was stupid to carry on for no reason.

End of the day, the whole squad got together for a curry before an amazing nights sleep. Love the Test Pilot Squad!

So is this something I would do again? 100% yes. It’s a brilliant challenge for anyone who’s relatively fit (enough to run a 10k I reckon) and the support is amazing. I knew I could do all the things I did, I just didn’t know how much I would enjoy it. It’s hard - don't get me wrong - it’s a really long day and you are on the go the whole time but it’s also fun and beautiful and exhilarating and it teaches you stuff about your organisational skills and brainhole. Top tip for anyone thinking about this? Take a spare waterproof if it’s raining and don't scrimp on waterproof trousers - lifesavers.

Next up? It’s Man Vs Coast with the Rat Race crew and a little recce on a sandbank that’s been put off and put off and put off. Fingers crossed for this time!

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araliyaintheskywithdiamonds · 6 years

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A Million Eyes You Are The Brightest Blue - A CrissColfer Fic

Loosely based on this prompt: “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” AU

Bc I can’t seem to stop writing, and was suddenly inspired to write a NYE fic.

Word Count: 2215 AO3

*Title from A Great Big World’s This Is The New Year

This is the third New Year’s Eve Chris has spent alone. He’s actually gotten so used to it that he no longer feels that sorry for himself. Living in downtown LA should’ve meant that he’d have made at least some friends, but clearly that hasn’t happened yet. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a struggling college student slash writer who holes himself up in his too-small apartment, and gets his groceries delivered to his doorstep.

Maybe. Probably.

Chris has already set himself up for the night- several cans of diet coke are set out on the coffee table, along with some boxes of Thai takeout and all three Lord of the Rings movies lined up on Netflix. He’s about to settle himself on the couch, from where he probably won’t move for at least four or five hours, when there is an almighty crash in the hallway.

Chris’ heart almost stops, and in a flash of panic, he grabs the television remote, wielding it like like a weapon. He sits as still as he can, keeping his ears out for any more noises. This is it. This is totally the night he dies. He can almost imagine the headlines- Innocent Man Brutally Murdered By Thugs On New Year’s Eve: A Tragic Ending To The Year-

An excited yelp and a hiccup startle Chris out of thoughts of his imminent obituary, and he frowns in disbelief when he hears someone cooing animatedly, as if to a baby.

“Oh my god, you’re adorable- Jules totally didn’t say she had a cat- who are you, my lovely-”

Whoever it is, sounds either raving mad or incredibly drunk, and seems to have found Brian. Oh god. Brian. Brian, who must now be in the hands of a cold-blooded killer. Brian, who could just as well be about to join Chris in his fast-approaching grave.

Scrambling to the kitchen, he fumbles for a knife from the drawer, and picks up his phone, fingers already on the number 9. Pointing the knife away from him, he tiptoes over to the opening to the hallway.

Heart thudding in his throat, breathing shallow and fast, Chris is totally prepared to use the knife against a ferocious attack, but what greets him is not a psychotic serial killer who gets distracted with house pets before a murder. Instead, it’s a completely harmless looking man, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a purring Brian in his lap.

Chris drops the knife.

It makes a clattering noise against the wood, and the burglar slash murderer slash cat whisperer looks up at him. Chris is immediately greeted with a blindingly enthusiastic smile.

“Heyy, man! You a friend of Jules?” he slurs, Brian falling out of his lap with a disgruntled yelp when he makes a move to get up and greet Chris.

Chris immediately backs away, brandishing his phone as a warning. “I am going to call the cops right now, if you don’t get out of this apartment.”

The man’s face falls almost comically, and for some reason Chris feels bad. The guy looks genuinely heartbroken.

“Wait, why? I know Jules, she’s like one of my best friends!”

Chris would probably feel like he was talking to a toddler were this guy not clearly a grown man in at least his early 20s, and also a very hot grown man at that. Which is totally an inappropriate thought to think about a felon, since breaking and entering is a felony in California, but Chris really can’t help himself.

He shakes himself out of rather un-PG thoughts of those dark curls and stubble, and brings his mind back to what the guy just said. “Who is Jules? Why would you think Jules lives here?”

The man’s (weirdly shaped yet insanely attractive) eyebrows furrow in confusion. “This isn’t Jules’ house?”

Chris groans exasperatedly. “No, this isn’t Jules’ house. Clearly, in your inebriated state, you’ve come to the wrong apartment. Broken and entered, actually.”

The man leans heavily against the wall. “I didn’t break anything. The door was open.”

Oh. Shit. Chris must’ve left the door open when he got his food from the delivery boy. Maybe not a felon, then.

“I’m Darren.”

He’s introducing himself, why is he introducing himself? Chris just wants to get back to his warm blankets and thai food, not make friends with a drunk stranger, no matter how hot he is.

“You also need to leave.” Chris means it in a firm way, but it just ends up sounding mean. Darren pouts and Chris winces. He looks like a puppy left out in the rain.

“Why?” Darren whines, and then his eyes flicker with recognition. “Oooh- are you with someone? Am I interrupting something?”

Chris flushes. “No, I’m not with anyone right now-”

“Wait, you’re alone? On New Year’s Eve?”

Chris stomps towards Darren, ignoring the fact that he could very well be walking straight to his death (what if he was just a really good actor?), and holds the door open wide. “Yes, I’m alone. And that’s not actually a bad thing. Maybe I want to be alone!”

Chris tries to make it sound confident and assured, but it ends up sounding painfully defensive.

Darren pouts again, and Chris almost melts. “Don’t you want company? I could be your company!”

Chris raises his eyebrows. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? Jules or someone?”

Darren waves his hand airily, thereby removing his anchoring on the wall, leading him to stumble precariously. Chris grabs his waist on instinct, ignoring how well it fits under his arm.

“Nah, I won’t miss much. Everyone’ll be smashed anyway.”

“Like you are?”

“I could sober up!”

Darren sounds almost hopeful, and Chris wonders why on earth he would be. In his ninja turtles t-shirt and shapeless pajama bottoms, Chris doesn’t really look like the most interesting person on the planet.

“I should be calling the cops.”

Darren waggles his eyebrows. “But you haven’t, even when you could have.” His grin is like the cheshire cat’s.

Chris can already feel himself caving. “Won’t your friends miss you?”

“Nah, they saw me yesterday. They’ll live.”

“You’re still drunk. I don’t want to have to babysit you.”

“Then catch up. We’ll both be drunk, and then you won’t have to babysit anyone.”

Chris narrows his eyes and lets go of Darren’s waist, wincing when he falls against the wall with a thud. “Why are you doing this?”

Darren looks confused. “Why am I doing what?”

“Why are you offering to hang out with me when you don’t even know me?”

“That’s how you get to know people. By hanging out?” Darren says it like he’s telling Chris that water is wet.

“But why me?”

“Well, I feel like you’d be more interesting than my drunk friends that I see like, every day, and plus you’re like, beautiful- in a surreal, elfin way.”

He’s drunk, Chris tries to assure himself. He’s drunk and he probably didn’t mean that.

“How are you still able to use words like that?” he asks instead.

Darren shrugs, and leans his arm against the door so that it falls shut with a soft click. “I’m not that drunk.” As soon as he says it, his arm gives way, and he’s falling to the floor in a heap.

Chris rolls his eyes. “Clearly, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

He tries to ignore the swooping sensation in his stomach when Darren whoops with glee.

***

“That is a lie.”

Darren’s sprawled over his couch, legs tangled with Chris’, while Chris watches from the other end. It’s probably weird, because they’ve literally only just met, but Chris is ready to start doing weird things. He’s also partway drunk, so it helps.

“There is no way you haven’t ever had a boyfriend.”

Chris raises his eyebrow and downs the rest of his glass of rum and diet coke. “Not a lie. No one wants to date me, and even if they did, I wouldn’t know. I barely ever go out.”

“But you’re like-” Darren gestures wildly. “Gorgeous.”

A pink blush joins the alcohol-induced redness on Chris’ face. There cannot be any way he looks gorgeous right now.

Darren however, is on a roll. “You’re also super fucking smart- you write for fuck’s sake, and you’re funny, and kind, and you let me into your house without even knowing who I was.”

“I’m also stupid, then.”

Darren’s gasps indignantly. “That was like the best decision ever! I am so glad you actually let me stay! I’ve never spent a New Year’s with someone like you.”

Chris suddenly feels sick. He sets down his empty glass, and curls up under the blankets. “I think I’ve drunk enough for one night.”

Darren seems to notice the change in the atmosphere. “Okay, then. I think you’re sufficiently caught up anyway.”

Chris suddenly feels bad, and decides to ask about Darren’s family. Darren’s eyes light up and it’s enough to ward away images of Darren with other people on New Year’s Eves, doing things that make Chris heart ache to think of.

***

“Do you have sparklers?”

Darren’s looking through Chris’ cupboards, and Chris is hoping that there’s a sufficient amount of healthy food in there so that he won’t be judged.

“Why do you want sparklers?”

“It’s New Year’s!”

“And?”

Darren stares at Chris like he’s sprouted two heads. “You light sparklers during New Years.”

“I know that, Darren.”

“Don’t you want to?”

Oh, and it’s back. The lost puppy face.

“Is it safe to light them inside?”

“We’ll go out on the balcony! Please?” Darren looks so excited that Chris finds himself caving, once again.

“I might have some left over from Hannah’s birthday party.”

Darren squeals like a little girl, and Chris tries not to think about how he’s already told him all about Hannah, and their relationship. He also tries to ignore the fact that no one he knows in LA has ever been close enough to him for him to even mention his sister.

Chris retrieves the sparklers, and suddenly Darren’s grabbing his hand, leading him out to the open balcony. The air is cooler that he expects, and sends a pleasant shiver up his spine.

“Seven minutes to midnight,” Darren whispers, and Chris startles.

Oh yeah. This is happening. He’s on a balcony with a gorgeous stranger (not a stranger anymore, Chris reminds himself), and they’re about to count down to the New Year. Said stranger also swings both ways, a useful tidbit of information Chris garnered when he told Darren he was gay, fully ready to kick him out if he even got the slightest whiff of homophobia.

They’ve got the sparklers and matches at the ready.

The mood is suddenly serious, standing out here in the open, wind whistling in their ears. There’s a distant pulse of music from one of the other apartments.

“Are you wishing for anything?” Chris asks quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Don’t tell me, or it won’t come true.”

Darren’s eyes glow amber in the moonlight. “Can I tell you if it does come true?”

“Are you that confident?”

Darren holds his gaze, lifting up Chris’ unlit sparkler to light it with a match. It fizzles to life immediately, bright and brilliant between them.

“More like hopeful,” he replies, using Chris’ sparkler to light his own. They’re one of the long ones that go on for several minutes instead of several seconds. They take turns drawing patterns in the sky, until Darren’s phone pings to let them know it’s almost midnight.

“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss,” Chris whispers into the darkness. He doesn’t know why he says it.

“Neither have I.”

Chris turns to look at Darren in surprise. “That’s impossible.”

“Really. I always clear out as soon as they start the countdown.”

“Why?”

Their sparklers glitter closer to the ends of the sticks, and Darren gently takes Chris’ hand in his own to hold them away from their bodies.

“I guess I’ve never really wanted to have a New Year’s kiss that’s meaningless. They say the person who you kiss at New Years is the person you’ll spend the rest of the year with.”

“And you’ve never met someone you’d want to stay a year with?”

“I have.”

“And?”

They’ve somehow moved closer together, so that they’re sparklers are touching and there’s barely a hair’s breadth between their bodies.

“And I really don’t think a year’s enough.”

Fireworks explode out from behind them. Chris recognises them as the ones that are lit at Grand Park, in downtown LA.

“We missed the countdown-” Chris starts, and suddenly Darren’s kissing him, one hand cupping his jaw, and the other twined with Chris’ where their sparklers share a flame.

Darren’s kissing him, and it feels like the world just stopped turning.

Darren’s kissing him and all he knows is how soft his lips are and the feel of his hair under his fingers and the smell of sparkler smoke.

Darren’s kissing him, and Chris really just needs to know. He pulls away to rest his forehead on Darren’s, gasping slightly. His lips still tingle from the memory of Darren’s touch.

“Who was that someone you said that a year wouldn’t be enough with?”

Darren’s lashes brush Chris’ cheeks as he steals another kiss.

“You.”

#crisscolfer #crisscolfer fanfiction #IT'S 2018 YALL #MAY THIS YEAR BE FABULOUS #MAY IT ALSO BE THE YEAR THAT OUR BOYS CAN BE FREE

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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As Long As I’m With You

Pairing: Jimmy x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2268

Author’s Note: So, I wanted to do a Jimmy fic because I honestly don’t think there is one and little Jimmy is adorable I just had too! I want to thank @dylan-ohbrien for providing this idea, big thanks! I also want to thank @mf-despair-queen for editing and proofreading this for me! I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Y/N’s POV

I walk into the last class of the day, the one I usually have with Jimmy. I sigh, not seeing him in his seat, knowing that he didn’t come to school, once again. I sit at the desk behind Jimmy’s assigned seat, staring at his desk. I’ve been so worried about him lately, but I’m too scared to go to his house to see if he’s okay. You could say that I have a huge crush on this dork, ever since I met him about three years ago. I don’t know what it was with him, but we just instantly clicked, becoming great friends from the start. I zoned out during the class, my thoughts filled with negative situations that could’ve happened to Jimmy. What if he was killed in an accident? Or what if he was robbed and stabbed? He could be dying in the hospital for all I know and I’m here, sitting in this stupid class. I groaned, letting my head fall on the desk, creating a loud thump.

“Am I boring you, Miss L/N?” The teacher sassed. I pick my head up, seeing all the students looking at me, a glare on the teacher's face before quietly apologizing and she goes back to teaching. My cheeks flush in embarrassment as I watch the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. Once it rings, I run out of the classroom and out the building, immediately walking towards Jimmy’s house. My hands begin to shake slightly, seeing his house in the distance. I walk up to his door, knocking on it lightly, looking over at his driveway, not seeing his dad’s car in the space, signaling that he must be at work still. I rub my hands together, about to knock again when the door opens, Jimmy standing on the other side of it.

“Y/N?” Jimmy asks, his lips parted in surprise, obviously not expecting me to be standing outside of his house. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, you haven’t been in school lately and I-I was just worried, I guess. It’s probably stupid and such a mistake to come here. I-I’m sorry I’ll just...“ I turn to leave, feeling his hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from walking away.

“No, it’s okay. Do you want to come in?” He asks, pulling his hand away, a tingly feeling lingering on my wrist. I nod my head, smiling at him as we head into his house, going straight to his room. Once we were inside, he closed the door and I looked around his room smiling, remembering him telling me that he loved baseball. I can feel his eyes on my back as I find a picture of us on his desk. A small smile forms on my lips, remembering that day exactly, the day we decided to go to homecoming together, only to leave an hour later. We had gone to the park that’s near his house, sat on the swings and talked until about midnight.

“You still have this?” I take the picture, turning around showing him and he chuckles, taking the picture into his hands.

“Of course I do. It was one of the best nights of my life.” He tells me, giving me a smile. We sit down on his bed, our shoulders touching and my heart starts beating faster. “So, you said that you were worried about me?” Jimmy asks, looking over at me. I look up at him, nodding my head.

“Y-Yeah. My mind immediately went to situations where you die and I just had to make sure you were alright.” I whisper, looking at my shoes. His hand grabs mine and I look up at him, seeing his face lightened up, a huge grin on his lips.

“You know, I really like that you care about me so much. Ever since my mom died, I thought that I’d never be happy. But you, you make me happy. I’m glad that you’re my friend, Y/N.” He confesses and I give him a toothy grin. I check my phone, seeing it’s getting late and I get up off the bed.

“I should really get going before my mom has a cow.” I chuckle, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Jimmy nods his head, standing up, wiping his hands on his jeans before walking me to the front door.

“So, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that you won’t be in school on Monday?” I ask, facing him as he sighs, running a hand over his buzz cut.

“Probably not, but maybe you’d want to hang out tomorrow? We could get something to eat or we can go to the movies? I honestly regret not hanging out with you more outside of school.” He tells me, licking his lips lightly.

“Y-Yeah! I’d love to get something to eat with you and we can go to a movie if you want. I honestly don’t care what we’re doing as long as I’m with you.” I blush, hiding my face in embarrassment. “O-Oh god. I’m so sorry. That was just weird.”

“N-No! It wasn’t weird at all. Um, I feel the same way honestly.” He smiles, removing my hands from my face, seeing my cheeks, red as a tomato. “You’re really adorable when you blush.” He whispers, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.

“Stop!” I giggle, the blush on my cheeks becoming darker. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out seeing my mom calling me. “I really got to go though. You have my number so text me a time and what we're doing.” I tell him, placing a small kiss to his cheek before running off. I get home that night, smiling to myself, walking into my room when my phone vibrates. I look at my phone, seeing a text from Jimmy and the grin on my face becomes bigger.

“Hey! Let’s get some food around noon? Then maybe we can go back to that park? :)”

I bite my lip, typing back, “Yeah! That sounds great Jimmy! I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams! (:” I lay back against my bed, looking at the ceiling, thinking over what had happened today. My phone vibrates once more and I look over at it reading Jimmy’s reply.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” I smile, my eyes drooping shut, falling into a deep sleep with none other than Jimmy running through my thoughts.

The Next Day…

I woke up to my alarm blaring throughout the room. I groan, slapping my hand against the alarm clock, making the absurd sound turn off. I rub my eyes, looking over at the clock seeing the time. 10:45 a.m. I better start getting ready. I head into my en suite, stripping my pajamas off and stepping into the hot shower. When I get out of the shower, I step into my closet, looking for a cute outfit to wear, one that will hopefully impress Jimmy. I pick out black leggings, a black tank top along with a red and black checkered flannel. I put eyeliner and mascara on before grabbing my wallet, yelling to my mom that I’m leaving the house to hang out with a friend. I walk to Jimmy’s house, knocking on the door, hearing footsteps and the door opens, revealing his dad.

“Oh, hi. Um, is Jimmy here?” I ask, rubbing my arm.

“No, he’s not. I don’t know where he is, he didn’t tell me.” His dad tells me.

“Okay, I’ll just call him.” I give him a small smile, walking down the street, my phones pressed against my ear, callin Jimmy.

“Hey Y/N. I’m sorry I forgot to tell you where I was going to be. Where are you?” Jimmy asks.

“I’m right in front of your house.” I tell him, looking around the neighborhood.

“Alright, so you remember that guy I told you that I’ll hang out with when I skip school?” He asks me and I nod my head in remembrance.

“Yeah. Is that where you are? I remember you telling me where he lived.” I ask him, heading that way.

“Yes. Again, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you. I didn’t forget that we’re hanging out though!” He chuckles, hearing yelling in the background.

“Alright, Jimmy. I’ll see you in a few.” I smile, hanging up the phone.

I walk down the street, taking a right before seeing the house that Jimmy’s at. I walk up to the open garage, seeing Jimmy sitting in a chair, looking really good might I add, having an argument with a guy about triangles. I clear my throat, getting both of their attention and Jimmy smiles, walking up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jimmy pulls away and the other guy gives him this look that says are you going to introduce me? “Right, uh, Y/N, this is Fitz. Fitz, this is Y/N, my best friend.” I give Fitz a small smile and a little wave as he does the same.

“So, Y/N and I are going to get going. I’ll see you later, man.” Jimmy wraps an arm around my lower back, escorting me out of the garage walking down the street towards the family restaurant that’s nearby. Once inside, a hostess brings us to a booth near the window and we take our seat, sitting across from each other. The hostess told us that our waiter would be with us soon before leaving us alone. I pick at my fingers, glancing at Jimmy who looks just as nervous. Just as he was about to say something, a waiter that looked a few years older than us came over, giving me a small smile and not paying any attention to Jimmy.

“Hi, I’m Darren and I’ll be your waiter. Can I get you something to drink, beautiful?” He smiles, giving me a wink.

“Um, just a water is fine.” I look over at Jimmy, seeing him glaring at the waiter and I giggle quietly.

“I’ll have a water as well.” Jimmy says in a stern tone and our waiter roles his eyes, nodding his head, leaving to get our drinks. I place my hand on his, his eyes looking at me, our hands, then back at me. “Are you alright? I can get us a new waiter if you want. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable.” My heart swells at his kindness, a large grin appearing on my lips.

“Jimmy, you’re so sweet. I’ve never seen this side of you.” I bite my lip softly. “I do want a new waiter though, if you don’t mind.” He nods his head, getting up to find a manager. The waiter comes back, two waters in his hand, licking his lips once he sees me alone. Oh shit.

“Where'd your friend go?” The waiter asks, sitting in the seat across from me, taking my hand, but I pull it away. “Aw c’mon babe. Don't be like that.”

“Please don't call me that. You're also making me uncomfortable.” I tell him, looking behind me trying to find Jimmy.

“Hey! What do you think you're doing?” I heard Jimmy ask, a manager trailing behind him. The waiter stands up quickly, trying to make up some excuse. I stand up and Jimmy grabs my wrist, pushing me behind him. I press my hands against his back, resting my forehead against his shoulder blade.

“I'm so sorry about this. Next time you come here, request me and I'll let you both eat for free.” The manager tells us and Jimmy nods before we leave. We start walking to the park, our hands brushing every once in awhile.

“I'm so sorry. This has turned out awful.” Jimmy exclaims, rubbing his hand on his neck.

“It's okay. Remember what I told you yesterday?” I ask, looking over at him as we get to the park, walking towards the swings.

“That it doesn't matter what we do? You're just happy to hang out with me?” He asks, sitting on the swing next to mine. I smile at him, nodding head.

“Exactly. Yeah, that waiter was creepy, but you came to my rescue.” I smile, a small blush forming on both our cheeks. He stands up, standing in front of me, his hands grabbing the chains of my swings.

“You are something else, Y/N.” He looks down at me, hooking a finger under my chin. “I’m so glad that you’re my friend, but ever since you came over yesterday, worried to death about me, I’ve realized that I like you way more than a friend should. I might even love you.” He whispers, not noticing his face a few inches in front of yours.

“R-Really? Because I’ve had the biggest crush on you.” I confess, looking at his pink lips before looking back up at his eyes, through my lashes. Jimmy tilts his head to the side slightly, softly pressing his lips against mine. My breath hitches in my throat before pressing my lips against his more, leaning up from the swing a little. He places one hand against my cheek, the other wrapped around my lower back as I place my hand against his bicep. We pull away, smiles on both of our faces as I wrap my arms around Jimmy’s waist, hugging him while resting my head against his chest.

“So, you’ll go out with me right?” Jimmy asks, chuckling, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. I laugh, looking up at him, “Of course I will.”

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shirlleycoyle · 5 years

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Releasing the NSA’s Previously Classified Tool ‘Ghidra’ For Free Is a ‘Game Changer’

The National Security Agency released a previously classified reverse-engineering app for free—and so far people in the information security community love it.

Rob Joyce, the NSA’s senior cybersecurity adviser, presented Ghidra, a tool to decompile, reverse engineer, and analyze malware, at the RSA conference in San Francisco on Tuesday evening.

The agency had announced the release of Ghidra weeks ago, and the hype among cybersecurity professionals was comparable to that of Star Wars fans awaiting the trailer for Episode IX. Ghidra used to be an internal NSA tool for years. Its existence was first revealed by leaked CIA hacking documents by WikiLeaks in 2017.

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On Tuesday night, my Twitter feed was mostly people giddily awaiting Ghidra’s release. Then—once it was posted on the site—it became a flurry of people commenting on it.

Ghidra is, of course, not the first tool made to reverse engineer applications. There’s a few other alternative reverse engineering and analysis tools such as IDA, made by European company Hex Rays; Radare, made by volunteers; and Binary Ninja, made by Florida-based Vector 35. But apart from Radare, which is free, IDA can cost as little as $879 and as much as $3944, and Binary Ninja costs between $149 and $599.

Ghidra, on the other hand, is free, open source—the NSA posted it on its GitHub page—and it’s been in development for years.

“It’s fantastic,” Darren Martyn, an independent security researcher who has used Ghidra and other reverse engineering tools, told Motherboard. “The decompiler is fucking amazing.”

Martyn praised several of Ghidra’s features, including the “undo” function, the fact that it allows multiple people to collaborate on the same project, its support for different processors, its configurable user interface, the option to use templates and write extensions and plugins, among others.

“Oh and I didn’t have to sell a kidney and dox myself to get it,” Martyn joked, referring to what similar tools cost, and the fact that the company behind IDA sometimes asks for a lot of personal information to sell a license to its software, as others have complained.

Joxean Koret, a security researcher, said on Twitter that “Ghidra shits all over any other RE tool out there with the only exception of IDA.”

The fact that it’s an advanced tool that is free and open source is probably what will make Ghidra a success. According to Marcus Hutchins, also known as MalwareTech, this is why it’s a “a total game changer for those looking to break into the industry.”

Hutchins, who is awaiting trial for his alleged role in writing a banking malware, recorded himself playing with Ghidra on Twitch on Tuesday night.

“There’s been no good freely available decompiler until now,” Hutchins told Motherboard in an online chat. “Previously people had to choose between an awful one, or pirating IDA.”

Martyn agreed.

“For IDA with decompilers for all the architectures Ghidra supports you are paying like 10k or more,” he told me in an online chat. “Ghidra gives you that for free.”

Of course, there’s the little detail that this software was developed within the NSA, the same agency that became a punching bag in the wake of the Edward Snowden leaks and for losing hacking tools that ended up being used in one of the worst malware outbreaks in the world. That, however, does not seem to bother people who like the tool.

“It’s nice to get something back in return for all our data ;),” Martyn said.

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If Every Wu-Tang Clan Member was a Philadelphia Athlete

The Wu-Tang Clan comes to Philly next Thursday and Friday. I didn’t buy tickets because they’re going for around $100 right now, but maybe I’ll end up splurging.

I was sitting here thinking, “how can I work Wu-Tang Clan into the website?” They don’t have anything to do with Philly sports, though I remember Ghostface Killah said the following at the Roots’ Picnic in 2010, shortly after his Yankees beat the Phils in the World Series.

Paraphrasing:

“That cat Chase Utley is pretty good. I’m from New York, but if I wasn’t from New York I wouldn’t mind being from Philly.”

That’s not a bad compliment at all. I’ll take it.

Now that we’re done with the lede, here’s every Wu-Tang member and their Philadelphia sports counterpart:

The RZA = Darren Daulton

The leader of the 1993 Phillies, Dutch (RIP) was universally loved by pretty much everybody in town. Similarly, the RZA is Wu-Tang’s spiritual leader, the man who made the beats, produced the records, and essentially fronted the group. He was the Clan’s founder and de-facto point person, the guy who steered the ship and put the group on the map. If Mitch Williams and Old Dirty Bastard were throwing pitches into the dirt, Daulton and the RZA were putting their body in front of the ball.

choice lyric:

“hey yo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scalin’ your buildin’ No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence Because you had secret evidence, and documents”

The GZA = Malcolm Jenkins

GZA the Genius, Wu-Tang’s oldest member, the savvy veteran. Wise, thoughtful, and laid back, just like the Eagles’ Pro Bowl safety and team captain.

choice lyric:

“My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed Of ****** who think it ain’t like that MC’s are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks Them God-struck, religious ****** call it bad luck”

Old Dirty Bastard = Lenny Dykstra

A couple of unique characters.

Lenny Dykstra and the ODB were both clever and full of talent, a couple of fan-favorites back in the day. When these guys were actually lucid, they were among the best in their respective roles, but injuries and disappearances and all sorts of other shit led to inconsistent and rocky careers. Then came the legal issues, substance abuse, and getting arrested at a Gray’s Ferry McDonalds, which happens to the best of us.

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Inspectah Deck = John LeClair

Maybe the Clan’s most underrated member, perhaps because he didn’t have a flashy solo career or dabble in movies or other media. He was just consistent and steady in every Wu-Tang track, a guy who sort of flew under the radar but deserves a lot of plaudits for the group’s success.

Similarly, John LeClair was steady and reliable. He didn’t receive the headlines and attention that Eric Lindros did, but you always knew what you were going to get from him. Great things happened when he was on the ice, and consistent quality year-in and year-out is why Inspectah Deck is John LeClair.

choice lyric:

“I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies And hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me”

Raekwon the Chef = Reggie White

If Raekwon was the sack leader on 36 Chambers, then Only Built 4 Cuban Linx got him his Super Bowl ring.

Another consistent Clan MC, Raekwon delivered on pretty much every verse he appeared on. His partnership with Ghostface and Method Man on the trio’s various solo albums probably made up the strongest portion of the post-36 Chambers Wu catalogue. You might say his career paralleled White’s as a standout performer both with the Eagles/Clan and Packers/solo.

choice lyric:

“Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who’s the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised”

U-God = Freddie Mitchell

He didn’t contribute as much as other members because he was incarcerated during most of the recording of 36 Chambers. That’s probably the main reason why he’s often referenced as the least important of the nine, a fringe guy surrounded by more well-known rappers.

But U-God had some really important verses for the Wu. His opening verse in “Da Mystery of Chessboxing” is just as much a part of the Shaolin fabric as Freddie Mitchell’s 4th and 26 reception against the Packers back in 2004. U-God is a member of the team, but he’s more like a WR3 instead of Terrell Owens.

choice lyric:

“Raw I’ma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC’s approach with slang that’s dead You might as run into the wall and bang your head”

Ghostface Killah = Charles Barkley

I’d argue that Ghostface is similar to Sir Charles because they both probably found more success outside of their starting points. Ghost had strong verses on the Wu albums, but most people would probably tell you that his lines on Cuban Linx, Iron Man, and Supreme Clientele probably stand out a bit more.

It’s the same thing for Charles, who started his career in Philly and then went on to win his MVP award in Phoenix. He was one hell of a player for the Sixers but was equally successful, if not more successful, in pretty much everything else that came later, which he was able to parlay into a thriving broadcasting career.

On another note, Ghostface has a rapping style that mimics Barkley’s delivery. It’s a stream of consciousness, a blend of words that sometimes doesn’t seem to make sense, but for some reason you feel like you understand exactly what he’s trying to say.

choice lyric:

“Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic, let’s think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe”

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Method Man = Joel Embiid

Universally recognized? Check.

Fan-favorites? Check.

Sharp wit? Check.

Larger than life characters? Check.

I’m not sure I’ve heard any hip hop fan ever say a negative thing about Method Man, who probably went on to have the most successful overall career. He dropped solo albums and singles, appeared in movies, collaborated with Redman and Mary J. Blige and still does a lot of guest appearances.

Likewise, Joel Embiid probably has the highest ceiling and biggest potential among current Philly athletes.

choice lyric:

“You could never capture the Method Man’s stature For rhyme and for rapture, got ***** resigning, now master My style? Never! I put the fucking buck in the wild kid, I’m terror Razor sharp, I sever The head from the shoulders, I’m better, than my competta You mean competitor, whatever, let’s get together”

Masta Killa = Nick Foles

Masta Killa was the last member to join the Clan. He was young at the time and a hip-hop late bloomer compared to the rest of the group. Somewhat quiet, sure, but he would always show up with a great verse and in recent years he’s taken a more prominent leadership role with the Clan while releasing one of the best post-2000 albums in No Said Date.

He’s Nick Foles. He isn’t your starting quarterback of the future, but you can’t overlook his contributions. Masta Killa is always there, ready to get the job done when called upon.

choice lyric:

“Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects And as far as the coroners know The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow Put on by my family brought to the academy Of the Wu and learnt how to Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly”

Cappadonna = A.J. Feeley

Cappadonna was not an original Wu Tang member but appeared on the group’s solo albums as early as 1995 and basically just assumed the ODB’s role after he died.

Therefore, Cappadonna is A.J. Feeley, or even Jeff Garcia or any other non-Foles backup QB who came in, did a decent job, and carved out a piece of Philly lore for himself.

choice lyric:

“I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP Martini on the slang rocks, certified chatterbox Vocabulary ‘Donna talking, tell your story walking Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid”

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2017

A Late Snow Day Reflection on 2017. I didn’t want to put this on my facebook, twitter on instagram where a lot of people follow me so here we go, a tiny bit more private.

2017 Definitely had its ups and downs. I had some really good days, some really shitty days and some okay days. My Mental Health and anxiety weren’t fantastic. I left my therapist in February planning on finding a new one ASAP but I never did. 2018 I plan on finding a new therapist sooner and hopefully find one that clicks with me better. I experienced some new challenges at my job. I love my job but man it’s been harder this year. I have been tested at my job and it’s been making me question things a lot more than I did before than I started in 2015. I still figuring those things out in this school year(since i’m a para) and hopefully they will be figured out when the school year ends in June. I learned that money is a huge problem for me. I am not very good with money and I definitely need to figure out a way to make more money, spend less and save more. I definitely need to also learn how to save for big events that I really want to attend so that when they come up I’m not struggling to figure out how to afford them.(Long weekend cons and traveling mostly). I learned that a lot more things make me emotional than they used to and that’s okay but it’s just a bit newer and different for me to handle. (Hopefully a new therapist can help with that). I learned that I REALLY have a tough time with change(of any kind) but that sometimes it’s necessary. I learned that time is so fucking precious. You really have no idea how much longer you have left with people, animals, where you’re living, etc( all kinds of things). I’m not just talking about deaths but also friendships ending, people moving away, etc.

I gained a lot more confidence with my singing voice. I have been singing my whole life but I used to be really shy and more nervous about singing in front of people by myself. I got to have some vocal lessons and a workshop from two Broadway Actors, Jeremy Jordan and James Snyder, who I look up to. Jeremy Jordan, my favorite Broadway Actor of all time, actually told me that I have a Very Nice Voice. That was a HUGE confidence booster and special moment for me. I also returned to the stage in July, first time since college, and got my own solo song in the show. It had been a dream of mine for almost 20 years to have my own solo song in a show and it finally happened. I gained SO much confidence from that show. It was an amazing experience for me. I really developed a strong bond to the Supernatural Family. I am in it for life now! My friends who I met at SPN Con in 2016 and I gained even closer in 2017. I talk to a few one of them every day. I also met some of my SPN Family in person who I have been talking to online for a while at SPN Con in September. And of course I met totally new people who are fucking amazing people as well. Speaking of Supernatural, I learned that some things are worth waiting for even if it’s for a REALLY Long time. (waiting for cons are AWFUL but always worth it). I learned that being selfish is okay in certain circumstances. Your mental health and taking care of yourself is so fucking important. And you don’t need to say sorry for your feelings, those are not something you should be apologizing for. I’m still catching myself for say sorry about my feelings but I’m trying to correct it every-time it happens since it’s been a habit for so long. I learned that being on my phone and social media all the time isn’t extremely mentally healthy and it’s been affecting so many of my relationships. I learned that if you are in a negative environment do whatever you can to ignore it and escape it if you can. That whining and complaining is not attractive, just like it’s not with the preschoolers I teach.

Here’s more of a breakdown now of my 2017 by month and numbers:

January 2017:

15th- Matt and I went on a staycation to Rye Brook, NY over MLK weekend even though I was getting over the stomach bug.

20th- I FINALLY saw Waitress with my friend Tara. I even got to see Jessie Mueller before she left. It was incredible and extremely emotional.

26th-29th- Broadway Con weekend Year 2 with Nicole! I got to meet James Monroe Igleheart and Adam Jacobs after seeing Aladdin. I got amazing photos with Ben Cameron and Anthony Rapp. I learned how to do musical improv. I met amazing friends, stalked Darren Criss and many other amazing memories!

February 2017:

4th- FINALLY saw Dear Evan Hansen with my family. Holy shit Ben Platt is a god, that is all. I sobbed throughout most of the show.

6th- Saw Lacey Sturm’s solo show also with Stitched up Heart. It was an incredible show and worth it staying up late on a Monday and going into work the next day :P

10th-12th- Surprise trip from Matt to go to Providence, Rhode Island. We saw my favorite play on tour, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, which was amazing to see again. We went to another favorite of mine, the Bodies Exhibit, which was fucking amazing and so cool again! We went to Monster Mini Golf, which Matt introduced me too, and had a blast. We watched the Grammy’s. And we met up with my Grandma in the snow to have lunch.

13th- Had an online Galentines Day Celebration with Ashley, Rose and Tessy. We made waffles and watched the Galentines Day episodes together on Rabbit. Matt also surprised me with a celebration dessert for my half birthday.

18th- Saw Newsies the movie, Jeremy Jordan version, with Rachel, Nicole, Matt and Rachel’s boyfriend in New York City. TONS of fangirling was involved!

19th- Met up with Audrey in Trumbull. We hung out for the first time since meeting at SPN con 2016. We went to the Trumbull Mall and went to a trampoline park.

26th- Yearly Watch the Oscars with Matt.

March 2017

8th- Saw Amaranthe’s headlining tour in NYC with Matt and Veronica. I also fell in love with their openers, Citizen Zero and Smash into Pieces. Totally worth also going on a Wednesday and then going to work the next day :P

18th- Saw Amelie with Nicole. Phillipa Soo and Adam Chanler Berat were awesome! We also bought last minute tickets to see Phantom of the Opera at the box office and got box seats! It was super spontaneous and fun!

23rd-Saw Enter Shikari’s headlining tour in NYC with Veronica and Matt. My 3rd or 4th time seeing Enter Shikari live, they’re always fun and crazy too :P

25th- FINALLY saw HAMILTON after buying tickets nine and a half months in advance. Taran Killam was hysterical as King George. Matt and I went to Ninja NY after to eat, it had been a long time since we had been there too.

April 2017:

1st- Saw Chanticleer in Westport with Matt :)

7th-10th- Went to Boston with Alec, Nishant and Matt. Nishant got his first pedicure with me. Nishant and I drove the boat on the duck tour. Had a blast at the Edward Kennedy Museum. Stayed in an Air B and B for the first time( 2 actually), sleepover!

10th- Won the Lottery to see In Transit for the second time. I found out at the stagedoor that they had announced closing for that weekend before our show started :(

12th- Met Christian for the first time when we went to see Your Name together with Matt, Keela and Brendan.

15th- Spontaneous trip to New Jersey with Matt. We had really good food on the water front and played mini golf.

19th- Won the Lottery to see Groundhog Day, even though Andy Karl was not in it. Fell in love with the show. Worth going on a weeknight :P

21st- Had a Voice Lesson with Eliana from Leave’s Eyes before their show. Nishant cooked us a meal in his apartment, so proud of him. Saw Sabaton’s headlining tour with Leave’s Eyes opening for them.

29th- Saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Broadway with Matt.

May 2017

1st- Reunited with my cousin Bobby years later and met his wife and daughter for the first time.

9th- Saw my favorite band The Classic Crime after waiting a REALLY long time to see them live again. I also took a very nice and deserved personal day.

15th- Broadway Bakes at Schmackary’s and saw Jeremy Jordan preform in a Classic Stage Company Benefit Song at Lincoln Center.

21st- My Baby Sister Graduates from College!

25th-29th- Visited Ashley in Brockport, NY with Abby for Memorial Day weekend. Went in the Lockport Caves where they had a boat ride inside! Ashley got her first professional pedicure with me. We went go karting, garbage plates, dave and busters, RIC roc fest, etc.

June 2017

4th- Did my second annual Kidney Walk with Matt in Hamden, CT. Nishant came to CT for dinner later that night.

6th- Finally Met Donny for the first time. Me, Christian, Matt and Donny had dinner at Bar Taco. I met my spirit animal :)

9th-11th- Anniversary trip to Shelton, CT. Went to Pride in the Park in Norwalk. We rode the waterslide in our hotel so much! We found a really cool sports arcade where we played mini golf and arcade games. Also the Tony’s were this weekend too!

25th- NYC Gay Pride Parade with Amy. And did a workshop with JEREMY JORDAN where he told me that “You have a very nice voice”. I later had dinner with my Uncle.

July 2017

2nd- I took Audrey to her first broadway show, Chicago, Then we saw The Station Breaks in NYC.

11th- Lost my sweet, sweet guinea pig Coco Bean Marie :(

14th-15th- Returned to the stage in Perfect the Cabaret at the Carriage House Theatre. :)

23rd- Saw Korn, Stone Sour and Skillet in Hartford, CT with Matt, Brendan and Shute.

25th- Saw Citizen Zero’s first headlining tour in NYC with Matt.

27th- Matt and our first wedding of the year. Jay’s wedding in NJ. Stayed over with Jamel and Pat, sleepover and a gorgeous hotel. We had a BLAST at this wedding!

28th- Explored NJ with Matt, Jamel and Pat.

29th- Vocal Few’s Living Room Tour in NYC with Matt.

August 2017:

3rd- Broadway in Bryant Park with Nicole. Found a Sing a long in Byrant Park after.

5th- GISHWHES starts, my first time!

10th- Broadway in Bryant Park with Nicole and Danielle. Sing a long in Bryant Park. Saw Bandstand.

11th- Breaking Bad RV Bar with Matt in Brooklyn.

13th- My 27th Birthday. Went to Medieval Times for the first time to celebrate my birthday with Matt, Veronica, Christian, Pat and Kate. Had a fucking blast!

19th-20th- Flame Con in NYC, first time. I also went to 54 below for the first time to see Jeremy Jordan preform! He recognized me too, oh boy:P

22nd-26th- Summer Vacation to Seattle with Matt for our first time. Went to a Cat Cafe for the first time. I also did a yoga class in the cat cafe. Went to the top of the space needle. Museum of Pop Culture. Amazon Bookstore. Saw Idina Menzel in concert. Kerry Park. Went to the first Starbucks store ever. Rode on a monorail. Gum Wall. Museum of Science where we saw Terracotta Warriors.

September 2017:

1st- Saw Flamingos at the Maritime Aquarium with Matt and Brendan

9th- The Play that Goes Wrong with Matt followed by Groundhog Day, which i won the lottery for again. I finally got to see Andy Karl in Groundhog Day.

17th- Saw Miss Saigon with Nicole. I couldn’t stop sobbing at this show. Fell in love with Eva Noblezada and I got to meet her too after.

21st-24th- SUPERNATURAL CON in New Jersey, FINALLY! Met Thor the Impala. Met Ruth and got to ask her a question at her panel. Got a shower cap from Ruth and a hug after. Won the lottery to ask Jared and Jensen a question. Got to ask Misha a question when he did a last minute panel. Saw Jensen sing at Saturday Night Special.

29th- Alec visits! Went to the View taping with him and Nishant. Met Adam Scott after he taped on the show. Epica/Lacuna Coil show with Alec, Matt and Veronica.

30th- Walked the Brooklyn Bridge at night with Alec and Nishant. went to the MET museum with Alec.

October 2017:

1st- saw A Bronx Tale with Alec and Nishant

7th- New York Comic Con with Nii, Matt and Christian. Met Robbie Thompson :)

8th- Elsie Fest with Nicole. Got a beautiful photo with Darren Criss before.

14th- Scott’s birthday celebration with Rebecca and Kate. Went to see Rags at the Goodspeed Opera House in East Haddam, CT.

19th-22nd- Gilmore Girls Fan Festival in Kent, CT. Audrey also came over the day before to watch the SPN episode with me. Got a Jet Tub in my room. stress tap dancing class. Todd Lowe preformed with his guitar for us. Coffee Monologues. Face timed with Lauren Graham.

26th- Rocky Horror at Avon Theatre with Matt and Rob.

28th- Brian and Ashley’s wedding in Long island, City. Our hotel had a beautiful rooftop view.

November 2017:

2nd- Saw A Perfect Circle with Matt at Barclays Center in Brooklyn

3rd- Tom and Stephanie’s wedding in Long Island.

10th- Finally saw Evanescence with Veronica and Matt in Brooklyn.

18th- Anime NYC with Nii, Matt, Brendan, Christian, Pat and Jamel. First year ever. cosplayed as L from Death Note. Sleepover at an Air B and B in Weehawken, NJ.

22nd- Macy’s Balloons with Nicole. Saw Kinky Boots with OBC members Stark Sands and Billy Porter.

29th- Saw Anastasia with Matt, Rob and Ashley

December 2017:

1st- Chanticleer in NYC with Matt

2nd- Trumbull Mall, Matching Leggings, Milkcraft and Wonderland at Roseville with Chris and Audrey :) First time hanging out with Chris outside of Con!

10th- NYC- Museum of Natural History with Nicole and Matt to see Mummies! Beautiful with Nicole to see Kara Lindsay. James Barbour’s Christmas Show with Kate at Birdland.

17th- First Annual Darien Carols by Candlelight. Such a magical and special time.

23rd- NYC Tourist Adventure with Matt to see Bryant Park, Rockefellar Tree, Saint Patrick’s Cathedral and Saxs Fifth Avenue.

24th- Brunch at Greenwich Hyatt with Matt and his Mom. Christmas house adventure in the hail to a Milford house and Wonderland at Roseville.

31st- Shute’s house to celebrate with Pat and Matt before they move away :(

Summing everything up:

I traveled to:

1.) Providence, Rhode Island

2.) Boston, Massachusetts

3.) New Jersey- various towns

4.) Brockport, NY/Rochester, NY

5.) Seattle, Washington

6.) Kent, CT

7.) Shelton, CT

Shows I worked on:

1.) Baby at DAC

2.) Sylvia at DAC

3.) Perfect Cabaret with Lipstick Project

Shows I saw on Broadway:

1.) Waitress

2.) Aladdin(second time)

3.) Dear Evan Hansen

4.) Amelie

5.) Phantom of the Opera(not the first time)

6.) In Transit(second time)

7.) Groundhog Day(saw it twice!)

8.) Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

9.) Chicago(second time)

10.) Bandstand

11.) The Play that Goes Wrong

12.) Miss Saigon

13.) A Bronx Tale

14.) Anastasia

15.) Beautiful

16.) Kinky Boots(second time)

Concerts I saw: 1.) Lacey Sturm/Stitched up Heart- NYC

2.) Amaranthe/Citizen Zero- NYC

3.) Enter Shikari- NYC

4.) Chanticleer(saw them twice!)- NYC and Westport, CT

5.) Sabaton/Leave’s Eyes- NYC

6.) The Classic Crime- Hamden, CT

7.) The Station Breaks- NYC

8.) Stone Sour, Skillet and Korn- Hartford, CT

9.) Citizen Zero- NYC

10.) Vocal Few- NYC

11.) Idina Menzel- Washington

12.) Epica/Lacuna Coil- NYC

13.) Elsie Fest- NYC

14.) A Perfect Circle- Brooklyn, NY

15.) Evanesence- Brooklyn, NY

I went to 3 weddings: Jay, Tom and Stephanie’s and Ashley and Brian’s

Conventions I went to:

1.) Broadway Con- January 2017 in NYC

2.) Flame Con- August 2017 in NYC

3.) Supernatural Con- September 2017 in NJ

4.) New York Comic Con October 2017

5.) Gilmore Girls Fan Festival October 2017

6.) Anime NYC November 2017

Here’s to 2018 I cannot wait! :)

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Gotta say everyone coming for Darren has never experienced an overprotective father and it shows😬 I’m no way condoning what was done but everyone that watched Bad Boys II laughed when Martin and Will performed the exact same thing like it was nothing. This is his first child, his baby girl and he’s not ready to see her grow up and have to encounter men who were like him BEFORE he had her and did therapy and men worse than him (cue Juan and his bullshit). This is a man who grew up with nothing and knows street mentality and ain’t shit ninjas. He is learning along the way as any parent would, allow him his mistakes because he isn’t ready to let his child turn into a young adult.

He is NOT ready nonny! All of the above is TRUE (I mean, a lot of things can be true at once)! Which is why when Indya said "You're scared and insecure" he had nothing to come back with because she was RIGHT! And it didn't hit him until 3:30 in the morning.... that he is afraid of his daughter growing up and going out into a world that did him dirty for years.

Y'all got CHUCH up in simblr on a Tuesday night and I'M LIVING honey!!!!

#story stuff

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If Every Wu-Tang Clan Member was a Philadelphia Athlete

The Wu-Tang Clan comes to Philly next Thursday and Friday. I didn’t buy tickets because they’re going for around $100 right now, but maybe I’ll end up splurging.

Paraphrasing:

“That cat Chase Utley is pretty good. I’m from New York, but if I wasn’t from New York I wouldn’t mind being from Philly.”

That’s not a bad compliment at all. I’ll take it.

Now that we’re done with the lede, here’s every Wu-Tang member and their Philadelphia sports counterpart:

The RZA = Darren Daulton

choice lyric:

The GZA = Malcolm Jenkins

GZA the Genius, Wu-Tang’s oldest member, the savvy veteran. Wise, thoughtful, and laid back, just like the Eagles’ Pro Bowl safety and team captain.

choice lyric:

Old Dirty Bastard = Lenny Dykstra

A couple of unique characters.

choice lyric:

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Inspectah Deck = John LeClair

choice lyric:

“I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies And hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me”

Raekwon the Chef = Reggie White

If Raekwon was the sack leader on 36 Chambers, then Only Built 4 Cuban Linx got him his Super Bowl ring.

choice lyric:

“Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who’s the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised”

U-God = Freddie Mitchell

choice lyric:

Ghostface Killah = Charles Barkley

choice lyric:

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Method Man = Joel Embiid

Universally recognized? Check.

Fan-favorites? Check.

Sharp wit? Check.

Larger than life characters? Check.

Likewise, Joel Embiid probably has the highest ceiling and biggest potential among current Philly athletes.

choice lyric:

Masta Killa = Nick Foles

He’s Nick Foles. He isn’t your starting quarterback of the future, but you can’t overlook his contributions. Masta Killa is always there, ready to get the job done when called upon.

choice lyric:

Cappadonna = A.J. Feeley

Cappadonna was not an original Wu Tang member but appeared on the group’s solo albums as early as 1995 and basically just assumed the ODB’s role after he died.

Therefore, Cappadonna is A.J. Feeley, or even Jeff Garcia or any other non-Foles backup QB who came in, did a decent job, and carved out a piece of Philly lore for himself.

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If Every Wu-Tang Clan Member was a Philadelphia Athlete

The Wu-Tang Clan comes to Philly next Thursday and Friday. I didn’t buy tickets because they’re going for around $100 right now, but maybe I’ll end up splurging.

Paraphrasing:

“That cat Chase Utley is pretty good. I’m from New York, but if I wasn’t from New York I wouldn’t mind being from Philly.”

That’s not a bad compliment at all. I’ll take it.

Now that we’re done with the lede, here’s every Wu-Tang member and their Philadelphia sports counterpart:

The RZA = Darren Daulton

choice lyric:

The GZA = Malcolm Jenkins

GZA the Genius, Wu-Tang’s oldest member, the savvy veteran. Wise, thoughtful, and laid back, just like the Eagles’ Pro Bowl safety and team captain.

choice lyric:

Old Dirty Bastard = Lenny Dykstra

A couple of unique characters.

Lenny Dykstra and the ODB were both clever and full of talent, a couple of fan-favorites back in the day. When these guys were actually lucid, they were among the best in their respective roles, but injuries and disappearances and all sorts of other shit led to inconsistent and rocky careers. Then came the legal issues, substance abuse, and getting arrested at a North Philly McDonalds, which happens to the best of us.

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Inspectah Deck = John LeClair

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“I bomb atomically, Socrates philosophies And hypotheses can’t define how I be droppin’ these Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me”

Raekwon the Chef = Reggie White

If Raekwon was the sack leader on 36 Chambers, then Only Built 4 Cuban Linx got him his Super Bowl ring.

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“Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who’s the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised”

U-God = Freddie Mitchell

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Ghostface Killah = Charles Barkley

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Method Man = Joel Embiid

Universally recognized? Check.

Fan-favorites? Check.

Sharp wit? Check.

Larger than life characters? Check.

Likewise, Joel Embiid probably has the highest ceiling and biggest potential among current Philly athletes.

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Masta Killa = Nick Foles

He’s Nick Foles. He isn’t your starting quarterback of the future, but you can’t overlook his contributions. Masta Killa is always there, ready to get the job done when called upon.

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Cappadonna = A.J. Feeley

Cappadonna was not an original Wu Tang member but appeared on the group’s solo albums as early as 1995 and basically just assumed the ODB’s role after he died.

Therefore, Cappadonna is A.J. Feeley, or even Jeff Garcia or any other non-Foles backup QB who came in, did a decent job, and carved out a piece of Philly lore for himself.

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