#Andrea lacy

[midnitcafe]

Lacey Chabert, Michelle Trachtenberg, Yan-Kay Crystal Lowe, and Andrea Martin in Black Christmas (2006)

[royalsimsoflandova]

The Royal House of Landova

(L-R front row)

HRH Prince Vincent of Newcrest

HRH Prince Gabriel of Bridgeview

HRH Prince Magnus of Newcrest

HM The King

HM The Queen

HRH Princess Leonore of Newcrest

HRH Prince Andreas of Newcrest

(L-R back row)

HRH The Duchess of Bridgeview

HRH The Duke of Bridgeview

HRH The Crown Princess, Duchess of Newcrest

HRH The Crown Prince, Duke of Newcrest

HRH The Princess Royal

HRH The Duke of Ridgeline

HRH The Duchess of Ridgeline

[justsamssimsdump]

[missmitchieg]

Ep 1: Pilot -> Don't Let Me Go -> Kissin in my Benz -> Ouch!

[gorgonsagainstrape]

Lacy M. Johnson [author of The Reckonings: Essays]: "But if there is any hope for justice, we must speak truth to that power. We must tell anyone and everyone who will listen. And those who will not listen must be made to hear."

Andrea Dworkin: "Another thing that has to change is that all the people who can't hear the screams have got to start being able to hear them. Those who can't see the bruises on women standing in front of them have to be able to see them. They also have to have something they can do about it, and somewhere they can go when they hear, when they see."

[badlandsdeluxeedition]

Fame, so confusing driver's license, olivia rodrigo / people magazine, melody chiu (2022) / because i liked a boy (music video), sabrina carpenter / driver's license (music video), olivia rodrigo / sabrina carpenter & taylor swift at the eras tour, teen vogue / lacy, olivia rodrigo / sabrina carpenter recreating brigitte bardot’s card scene, instagram / "is “lacy” by olivia rodrigo about sabrina carpenter?", atrl discussion thread / sabrina carpenter "hungry for more" cover, april 2024 cosmopolitan magazine / skin (music video), sabrina carpenter / deja vu (music video), olivia rodrigo / espresso (music video), sabrina carpenter / the new yorker, kelefa sanneh / slate, chris molanphy / @sabrinacarpenterspotify, twitter / @KarmaisaFad, twitter / @Leoj_x_, twitter / sabrina carpenter, live performance for snl / olivia rorigo, live performance for snl / studybreaks, andrea cepeda / @/oliviarodrigo, twitter / @SCANews_, twitter / grammys red carpet (2024), olivia rodrigo / vanity fair red carpet (2024), sabrina carpenter / met gala (2021), sabrina carpenter and olivia rodrigo pictured together / the girl, so confusing version with lorde, charli xcx ft. lorde

[pupsmailbox]

DOLL︰PUPPET ID PACK

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[9haharharley1]

Making THIS a separate post because I want to continue it and make it a proper oneshot

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What if Sephiroth saw?

What if their minds do the thing and senses where Cloud is what he's doing, and goes to the Honey Bee, and he finds Cloud dancing on stage? Watches him get a makeover? The jealousy and possession he would feel as Andrea dances with him, touches him, compliments him, calls him beautiful; Sephiroth would have to fight back a murderous rage because he can't act, he can't reveal himself, it's too soon!

But he knows Cloud senses him, he sees how he tenses on stage, looks around the room, his guard up, not just because he's suddenly in a dress and way out of his comfort zone, but he knows something is wrong, someone is there, and while Aerith goes out the front to wait for Cloud, Cloud sneaks out back, on guard but without his gear, without his sword, only to be snatched up by strong arms, shockingly gentle because of what he's wearing

The man behind him doesn't want to ruin his new outfit, doesn't even want to press the smaller man into the wall for fear of staining the dress with the grime of Wall Market, its bad enough he had another man's hands on him while in he club, but Sephiroth can remedy that now. His touch is soft, far gentler than he has ever recalled handling anything in his life, but Cloud isn'tjust anything. And the other man clearly hates it, struggles in his arms as much as the dress will allow, which isn't much, and Sephiroth laughs, low and deep, and the body thrashing against him stills.

Cloud's voice is small and fearful as he mutters, "Sephiroth?"

"What have we here?" Sephiroth murmurs, and his breath is hot on Cloud's ear, tickling his skin. Cloud shivers, and Sephiroth chuckles. His hands smooth over the bodice, a groan building in his throat, but he doesn't release it. Cloud is tense in his arms.

"You're not here." Cloud says quietly, and it sounds like ne's trying to convince himself. "You're not here. You're not seeing this."

There's a smirk on his lips as he keeps running his hands over smooth silk. "Are you embarrassed, Cloud?"

"You're not really here. You're not here... Cloud keeps muttering, over and over, a blush on his painted cheeks. Sephiroth purses his lips. His puppet has his eyes squeezed shut, hands clasped tight in front of him, like if he doesn't touch Sephiroth, then he's not really there.

But Sephiroth won't be ignored. Not by his little puppet.

"You look lovely,' he says into Cloud's reddened ear. He has half a thought to take his gloves off, to feel if the bodice is made of satin or silk, but he is hard-pressed to even remove his hands from where they're rubbing all over. Cloud is rigid in his arms, eyes squeezed shut. He gasps when Sephiroth moves his hands further down, his own flying up in an effort to avoid touching him back, leaving them to hang awkwardly in the air. The long skirt bunches under his palm, Cloud taking in a shaky breath, and Sephiroth can't help but turn his head when Cloud turns his face away, pressing his nose to that pale neck, inhaling. Cloud is wearing some sort of perfume, sweet and rosy, and Sephiroth licks up the long line of his neck.

Cloud gasps. "You're not real'

"Oh, I don't have to be real, Cloud," Sephiroth murmurs, breath hot on Cloud's ear, the man gasping and shaking beneath his hands. "All I have to do is touch you-" he licks along the lobe of that flushed ear as his hand gropes the blond through the long skirt, Cloud barely managing to stifle a startled moan as a lacy, gloved hand grabs his wrist, "and your every cell cries out for my attention."

Cloud's hand on his wrist is firm, grip tight, and had Sephiroth been a normal human, unenhanced and inferior like the rest of the insects skittering around outside the alley, then maybe Cloud would have succeeded in pulling him away. Had he not been fearful if dirtying the dress he worked so hard to procure to save his little friend, he may have fought back, and Sephiroth could partake in the pleasure of his anger and distress.

But unfortunately for Cloud, Sephiroth is, and has always been, superior, and Cloud's shame and fear tastes just as sweet.

"Oh?" There is a hint of mania in his voice as he feels his puppet stiffen under his hand. He presses his smirk to Cloud's neck, nuzzling aside a braid to lick flushed skin. "Are you enjoying this Cloud?"

A strangled sound escapes Cloud, both his hands now trying to shove Sephiroth away. Sephiroth wraps his other arm tight around Cloud's waist, pulling him flush to his body. A harsh breath rushes out of Cloud, one hand letting go of Sephiroth's wrist. Sephiroth's fondling is gentle, or as gentle as he knows how to be - a distant memory, at best - his strokes light and almost teasing as Cloud plumps up under his fingers.

"Stop..." Cloud murmurs, not quite a plea yet, so Sephiroth bites the back of his neck and earns a gasp in response.

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Needs to be cleaned up because it started as a random stream of thought, but if I have one kink, then it's boys in skirts against their will!

[clarepreed]

Pulseless

Story Content and Summary - 7,080 words. Paul and Andrea are home alone when she has a heart attack. Heart attack symptoms, on-site resuscitation, non-detailed mention of vomit, Stryker LUCAS 3 device.

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“Are you sure you feel up to going?” Paul asked his wife. Andrea sat on the edge of their bed in her underwear and a lacy top, looking peaked and a little sweaty. “Maybe we should stay home. What if you have the flu? Or COVID, for that matter?”

“I don’t have COVID,” Andrea grumbled, raking her hand through her salt-and-pepper hair. “Or the flu. I just overdid it in the garden this morning. Damn, everything’s sore. I pulled some muscles all up and down my left side...”

Paul gave her a sidelong glance and shook his head, then pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. He knew this was ineffective; he meant the gesture to be comforting rather than diagnostic. She’d been a little stiff and pale when they’d come inside, but her ill health had only really kicked in within the last half hour. “If you say so. Will you be alright if I take a shower?”

Andrea gave him a weak smile and reached up to massage her jaw and the back of her neck. “I’ll be fine. Don’t rush.”

“Alright.” Paul leaned close for a quick peck on the lips. “Let me know if you need something.”

“Can you lean my cane over by the bed? So I don’t have to hobble?” She gestured toward the corner. “I don’t know why I stuck it there.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” Paul snatched up the telescoping cane and laid it on the bed next to Andrea. Then he hurried into the bathroom. He was fairly certain they would not be going out, but he needed a shower regardless. Before he closed the door, he looked one more time at Andrea; she was slouched, obviously uncomfortable and achy.

In the bathroom, he hurried through his shower, trying to listen in case she called out to him. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was sick or not; since their car accident, regular life activities took a greater toll on her body. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d had to miss something because she was in pain or needed to rest, but Andrea was stubborn. Most of the time, this was a quality he appreciated.

Paul was rinsing the soap from his hair when he heard the bathroom door slam open, the toilet lid hit the front of the tank, and the unmistakable sound of vomiting. Paul cut off the water and pushed back the shower curtain, dismayed to see Andrea leaning over the toilet, bracing herself on the wall and sink with shaking arms. Her cane slid along the edge of the sink and then clattered to the floor 

“Ah, damn. Looks like you’re sick after all.” Paul snagged his towel with one hand and reached for her elbow with the other. “Are you okay?”

Andrea flushed and shuffled over to the sink. “I want to brush my teeth. That was foul.” She sounded breathless.

Paul hovered behind her, quickly drying himself and reaching for the clothes he’d just taken off. Andrea rinsed her mouth and brushed her teeth, looking all the while like she was agitated and in pain. Her hands shook, and she kept reaching up to rub her jaw.

He’d gotten redressed by the time she was done, and he reached for her, noting with concern how pale her lips were. “Come on. Let’s get you into your PJs and into bed where you belong.” 

Andrea rubbed from her jaw down to her chest, her face contorting into a grimace. “That gave me heartburn. And God, but I have such a neck spasm…”

“I can get you some medicine for that. Both things.” Paul bent and snatched up her cane, handing it to her. Then he hooked elbows with her and walked her into the bedroom. She was breathing heavily by the time he sat her on the edge of the bed, so pale from head to toe that the scar down the side of her right leg stood out angrily. Paul laid her cane on the bed. Andrea panted while he dug through her drawers, looking for her most comfortable pajamas. “Hey, maybe we should go to urgent care?”

“No,” she gasped. “Ugh. If I… don’t have COVID now, then I will—Oh!”

Paul looked over his shoulder to see Andrea hunched forward and to the side, clutching at her left arm. He hurried over, leaving the drawer open behind him. “Andrea?”

Her eyes were screwed shut. She’d turned an even worse color, if possible. Gray. He kneeled in front of her, trying to get a better look at her face. Her lips were dusky.

“Andrea!” Paul reached out for her left hand. He’d never checked a pulse other than his own during exercise, but he wondered if he ought to try. She was moving around a lot, making pained sounds and gasping. He took a firm grip on her hand and ran the fingertips of his other hand down the inside of her wrist. He found her pulse but quickly realized he didn’t know how to judge. It seemed quick and maybe a little irregular, but he wasn’t sure.

Paul felt his own heart pound. “Andrea, I think I need to call an ambulance.”

“No!” she choked out, though she barely had enough air for the word. Pain etched her face. Her body spasmed and her hand pressed to the center of her chest. “Feels… squeezing…”

“That’s it! Where’s my phone?” Paul climbed to his feet, wildly looking around the room before he spotted his phone on the dresser. He jogged around the bed, mentally practicing the words he so far hadn’t been able to say out loud: I think my wife is having a heart attack.

He told himself: Most people survive these now, right?

He scooped the phone up in time to hear a thud, and when he whirled around, he couldn’t see her.

“ANDREA!” Paul shouted, sprinting back around to the other side of the bed. Andrea lay in a heap, her skin gray, a distant look in her eyes. As he watched, she let out a strange rattle and her arms contorted, hands rising into the air in front of her. He stood frozen for several seconds before dropping to his knees beside her, confused and terrified. “ANDREA!”

His hands shook as he dialed 9-1-1, tapping the speakerphone icon before he sat the phone on the floor next to Andrea’s head. Then he ran his knuckles down her cheek. He could hear the phone dialing as he reached for her spasming hands. Her head tipped to the side, soulless-looking eyes passing through him and her mouth sneering open.

The line clicked, and a man answered. “9-1-1, what is your emergency?” 

“My wife… my wife, I think she’s having a heart attack!” He felt like he was having trouble getting enough air himself.

Calm down!

“What’s your name and location?”

Paul gave the man his name and their address, simultaneously shifting his hands to her face. He cupped her face in his hands, tipping it up toward him. “Andrea!”

“Is your wife conscious, sir?”

“I don’t… I don’t think so, actually. Her eyes are open, but she’s not responding.” Paul moved his hands to her chest and abdomen. “Andrea? She’s barely breathing! It’s more like a-a snore every so often! Not… not very often at all! Andrea, can you hear me?”

As if on cue, her chin jerked, and she emitted a snoring rattle.

“She wasn’t feeling well, and then she started having pain in her left arm���”

“Sir,” the operator interrupted. “How often is your wife breathing?”

“Twice since we have been on the call.”

“Are you willing and able to perform chest compressions until EMS arrives?”

“Oh, God!” Paul felt a flash of anguish, during which his eyes burned and sweat sprung out all over his body. “Yes! Yes, obviously! I…”

He touched her chest gingerly, groping for the right spot with clumsy fingers.

“Sir, Paul, trace the bottom of her ribcage your fingers toward her breastbone. You’re aiming for the bottom third of her sternum. Stack your hands there and interlock your fingers. The heel of your bottom hand should rest on the spot you identified.”

Paul quickly complied, nestling his hands between her breasts. The situation felt unreal as he said in a shaky voice: “Okay, how much do I push?”

“Two inches. I’m going to count along with you to get you started. One, two, three…”

The pace and the way it felt to push her sternum down toward her heart shocked Paul. Her ribcage flexed, and she let out a huff of air. He continued pumping, counting out loud with the operator and watching the effects the compressions had on her limp body. Andrea’s stomach popped and her thighs quivered with each hard thrust to her chest. Her head and feet rocked side to side. 

He and the operator counted to ten over and over again until the operator said: “Paul, keep giving her compressions and counting out loud at that same rate. I’m communicating with EMS.”

“Okay! Two, three, four…” Paul breathed shakily between compressions, his eyes shifting back to Andrea’s face. She looked gone. Her eyes, usually snapping with emotion, were empty. Her lips were blue. He wanted to ask the operator why he wasn’t giving her breaths, though he vaguely recalled that might not be part of CPR anymore. Her shiny hair pooled beneath her head, though some of the strands clung to her face. As he watched, she snored in another strange, ineffective breath.

Paul hiccuped out a short sob, his shuddering breath coming too fast for him to count. He kept pumping her chest, desperate to help her in any way that he could.

“Don’t stop compressions, Paul,” the operator suddenly said.

“I know,” Paul gasped. “I won’t! Ah, Andrea! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”

“Paul, how will EMS get into your home?”

“The front door! It’s unlocked!” They lived out in the middle of nowhere, which meant they usually only locked up at night or when they were both leaving. Paul was afraid it might also mean Andrea didn’t have a chance of surviving. “How… long? One, two, three, four…”

“Ambulance ETA is… nine minutes. Volunteer firefighters have been dispatched and may arrive first. You’re doing a great job, Paul. Just keep those compressions at a two-inch depth and come up all the way each time.”

“Yes! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! One, two, three, four, five…” Andrea let out huffs of air with each compression. Paul was huffing, too, though too much adrenaline was coursing through him to feel tired. He mostly felt terror, terror that he wasn’t helping enough and that the real help was too far away.

The volunteer fire station is just down the road, Paul thought. Hope trickled through him. They can help!

“One, two, three, four…” Andrea’s ribcage protested under his hands, but he was pretty sure he was thrusting her sternum down no more than two inches. Andrea’s right leg suddenly flexed, and he almost stopped, though a look at her face told him this was more of whatever was causing the strange, occasional breathing. A growling noise escaped her, and Paul’s voice cracked as he continued counting. “…five, six, seven, eight, nine…”

She’d urinated on herself, he realized, eyeing the dark spot on the carpet under her hips. He didn’t know if that meant anything in particular, but he was glad when he realized he could hear sirens.

“I can hear the sirens!” he called out. He looked back at Andrea’s slack, ashen face. “Help is coming, sweetheart! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”

The sirens grew closer. Paul kept his arms straight as he drove his hands into her chest, trying to picture his efforts literally squeezing her heart in her chest and sending blood throughout her body and into her brain. This blood could—no, would—keep her alive and preserve her personality. They’d been married for almost twenty-five years, together for thirty-two. High school sweethearts. Paul wasn’t sure he remembered how to be himself without her.

He pumped and pumped and pumped, splitting his mind between his careful focus on rhythm and depth and his internal pep talk about how they would still be celebrating their anniversary together.

Andrea, however, remained lifeless beneath him. She huffed out air, made faint snarling noises, and otherwise lay there limp while he made her ribcage flex and her stomach round. Her shoulders shrugged in time with the pressure from his hands. She’d already put on earrings, he realized. The sparkly ones his sister had gotten her last Christmas.

Time seemed to crawl. Paul felt like he was stuck there forever, beating his wife’s heart while the sirens grew slowly closer. Then they cut off. An interminable amount of time, and he heard someone knock, then a voice call out from downstairs.

“SOUTH FORK FIRE, HERE FOR A CARDIAC ARREST CALL?” a man shouted.

“UPSTAIRS!” Paul screamed. He started shaking with relief, though he was careful not to let his compressions suffer. “END OF THE HALL!”

Oh thank God, finally…

He kept falling into her chest, over and over again, as he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. Little hoarse sounds slipped out of her as he worked. The steps came down the hall and then two male volunteer firefighters entered the room and hurried over to where Paul kneeled over Andrea’s lifeless body. One was on the short side, the other tall; both were broad-shouldered.

“She had chest pains and collapsed!” he gasped out. His hands shoved down into her sternum. “Help her!”

The firefighters brought a couple of bags and cases with them, and sat them on the floor before one of them said: “Take ventilations and get the AED ready, I’ll take over compressions—Don’t stop until I tell you, sir!”

The firefighter who spoke kneeled in front of him and extended his hands until his were next to Paul’s. Then he said: “Now you can stop, sir. I’ve got her.”

Paul raised his hands and the firefighter immediately took over, gloved hands stacked where Paul’s hands had been. Paul watched the heel of the man’s bottom hand dig into his wife’s sternum, depressing her ribcage and making her stomach swell. The other firefighter was measuring a plastic piece against Andrea’s jaw. Paul watched him tip her head back, thumb open her mouth, and slip the plastic piece inside, turning it halfway around before he attached a mask to a clear, bulbous bag.

“…twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight…”

The firefighter with the mask pressed it to her face, one hand shaped like a “c” with his fingers lapped over her chin. The other firefighter paused compressions long enough for him to squeeze the bag twice. Andrea’s chest rose and fell, and then he sat the mask to the side and compressions resumed.

The tall firefighter, the one who’d assembled the mask, drew a pair of trauma shears from one of the bags and began cutting off Andrea’s shirt and bra. He cut up from the bottom hem, pausing briefly until the short firefighter raised his hands. He cut all the way up through her neckline, then snipped between the cups of her bra. Compressions resumed. Then he cut across the top of her shirt from armhole to armhole, finishing by snipping each strap. The shirt opened, and the cups fell to the sides, exposing Andrea’s breasts and stomach. Everything dipped and bulged and wobbled as the firefighter drove her sternum toward her heart 

“…thirty!”

Another two breaths from the mask, then compressions resumed and Paul watched the short firefighter reach for the AED. Paul scooted back a couple more feet, then stood, uncertain what to do with himself. The resuscitation efforts were brutal to watch; her ribcage sank under the stranger’s hands, forcing her belly to jiggle and pop. The short firefighter quickly peeled the paper backing off a white defibrillator pad and smoothed it over her right breast, following quickly with another on her side close to her left breast. He plugged the pads into the machine and turned it on.

“Analyzing rhythm!” the machine called out. “Do not touch patient!”

The firefighter providing chest compressions lifted his hands, while the other quickly gave her two breaths from the mask. 

“Shock advised. Charging!”

The tall firefighter leaned over Andrea, pumping her chest hard and fast until the AED let out a loud squeal and said: “Do not touch patient! Press the shock button!”

Then he lifted his hands and the other firefighter called out: “Everyone clear!”

Paul didn’t see him press the button, but Andrea suddenly jerked. It was subtle, and her head lolled to the side. 

“Shock delivered. Continue CPR for two minutes.”

The firefighters switched positions and the shorter firefighter landmarked and began pumping her chest. Andrea, however, made a choking sound, followed by her eyes rolling back in her head and her arms drawing up toward her chest. 

“Hold compressions,” the tall firefighter said, reaching around and pressing his fingers into her throat. 

Paul’s own throat felt like his heart had risen to choke him. He waited, breathless.

In reality, he only waited about ten seconds until the firefighter said: “No pulse.”

As chest compressions resumed, Paul hunched over and gripped his knees. His mind shot to their daughters. Paige, working in England. Charla, at school in California. There was no way to get them there quickly.

This might not even be a fly in to say goodbye sort of situation, Paul thought, his eyes burning and his throat spasming. How do I call them and tell them their mother has died?

He wiped his eyes, unable to take them off of Andrea’s body. She continued to move now and then, her arms contorting, a knee bending. There was a gentle thumping sound each time the firefighter shoved his hands into her chest. His deep voice counting to thirty accompanied the thumps, along with other disturbing sounds. The operator occasionally cutting in. The whoosh of the mask that made her chest rise and fall. 

She would be horrified, laid out so vulnerable on the floor, almost completely naked in front of strangers. She was sensitive about her surgery scars and the stretch marks on her belly, visible as her stomach rippled with each compression. Paul had not minded, hardly even noticed them, but he knew his opinion only counted for so much.

I’m sorry, sweetheart, he thought at her.

Then: I’ll call Jenna when I can disconnect from 9-1-1. 

Jenna was his sister, and she lived only five minutes away. She might even be home. 

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient.”

The firefighter performing chest compressions raised his hands.

“Shock advised. Charging.” The charging alarm sounded, and he watched as the short firefighter gave Andrea more compressions, keeping at it until the device announced: “Do not touch patient. Press the shock button!”

The bag was disconnected, and both firefighters scooted back. The tall firefighter called out: “Clear!” and reached down to push a flashing orange button.

Andrea spasmed again, her torso flinching and the motion making her hands and feet jerk subtlely. Outside, Paul heard sirens.

Chest compressions resumed, and Paul asked: “Did you leave the door open?”

“We did,” one of the firefighters said. 

“Hah, hah, hah…” Air hissed out of her each time her chest was compressed. The resuscitation efforts looked rough, her body jerking and her rib cage seeming to collapse each time the man’s hands shoved into her sternum. 

“EMS!” Paul heard a woman call from downstairs. 

“UPSTAIRS!” he shouted.

“End of the hall!” a firefighter added.

Footsteps on the stairs and then a man and a woman entered the room. They were wearing gloves and weighed down by duffles and bags and a backboard they laid down in the hallway.

“The ambulance is here,” Paul said toward the phone.

“Alright, sir. Thank you. I will disconnect now.”

“Thank you,” he said automatically. He scooped up his phone and stood, climbing up onto the bed so that he could both be out of their way and have a better viewpoint as people crowded around Andrea. 

The firefighters were assisting, the tall one performing chest compressions and the short one continuing to use the bag-valve mask while the medics were pulling things out of the bags they’d brought. One replaced the smaller AED pads with larger ones, connecting them to a cardiac monitor. 

“Hold compressions,” she said. The other medic clipped a pulse oximeter to Andrea’s finger before unzipping an IV kit. “Okay. Patient is in v-fib. Continue chest compressions while I charge the defibrillator.”

Paul dialed his sister’s number. The female medic pressed a button on the monitor and a high-pitched whine kicked in behind the firefighter’s droning voice and the quiet thumping of his hands against her chest. The male medic quickly cleaned the crook of Andrea’s elbow.

“Hello?” Paul felt relief wash over him as he heard his sister’s voice.

“Jenna…” Paul whispered, his voice hoarse.

“Clear!” called out the female medic. She pressed a flashing button and Andrea’s torso jerked. The firefighters switched positions.

“Her saturation is at eighty. I’m going to intubate,” the female medic said.

“In addition to saline, administering one milligram of epinephrine,” the male medic said. 

“Paul?” his sister asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Are you home?”

The female medic traded places with one of the firefighters and opened up a case next to Andrea’s head. The firefighter held onto a bag of saline, holding it up at the request of the male medic. 

“Yeah, Paul. I’m home, but—”

“I need you to come over here, Jenna. Please?”

The female medic tipped Andrea’s head back and opened her mouth. First, she connected the bag-valve mask to a small oxygen tank and gave Andrea several breaths with the mask.

“I… yes, of course. Just let me tell Sara where I’m going.”

“Go ahead and bring her,” Paul said. “It’s, ah… It’s bad, Jenna.”

His voice cracked, and he sniffled involuntarily. The female medic held Andrea’s head in place as she inserted a silver scope, cranking it open and peering down her throat when a light came on. Then she picked up a wide tube and slid it down the side of the scope.

“Did something happen to Andrea?” his sister asked.

“I think she had a heart attack.” He sniffled again and swiped his hand across his eyes. “EMS is here.”

The medic withdrew the scope and carefully secured the tube with lengths of tape. Then she connected the bag to the end of the tube. “Pause compressions.”

“Paul? Paul, is she alive?” He could hear Jenna struggling to remain calm. “Sara, Andrea’s had a heart attack. We need to go over there now.”

The male medic listened with a stethoscope as the female medic squeezed the bag. “Okay, you’re in.”

“Not at the moment,” Paul said.

There was a long silence, and then Jenna said. “Okay. Okay, just hold on. We’re running to the car. I love you, okay? I love both of you.”

“She’s still in v-fib. We’re going to shock her again. Charging to three-sixty.” A whine from the device, ten more thumps, and then the female medic said: “Hold, don’t touch her. Clear!”

Andrea jerked again, her head tipping to the side and her chest flinching. This time, the female medic slipped in to start chest compressions, giving the firefighters a break. The huff of air sounded much different coming up the tube, a rattling growl with each compression.

“Administering one milligram epinephrine,” one of the medics said.

“Paul, we’re halfway there.”

“No… change,” he whispered, then cleared his throat.

“…nine, ten. One, two, three, four, five…” The female paramedic pumped Andrea’s chest relentlessly. Paul watched her ribcage sink, and her stomach and breasts shake. Over and over again, the paramedic forced Andrea’s heart to circulate blood. The male paramedic squeezed the bag every five or six seconds; Paul didn’t know anything about this equipment, but he did notice that they were no longer working off a ratio of thirty compressions to two breaths. Instead, both happened continuously. He hoped this was helping her.

“Paul!” he heard his sister say. “We’re here. Sara is going to drop me off and find a place to park the car, okay?”

“Upstairs. Central bedroom.”

“Hold compressions!” the male medic said, his voice startling Paul.

The female medic complied, leaning to see what the male medic was pointing at on the monitor. He continued squeezing the bag.

Movement at the doorway turned out to be Jenna. Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene.

“I’ll get her on a twelve lead,” the female paramedic said, reaching down to press two fingers into the crease where Andrea’s leg met her hip. “Alright, sir. Your wife has a pulse. We need to get some information about her heart, and then we will be taking her to the hospital.”

Paul motioned for Jenna to join him, though he was tempted to hop off the bed and kneel at Andrea’s side. He returned his attention to the paramedic who’s just spoken to him. “She has a pulse?”

The paramedic was already pulling more equipment out of bags, but she looked up and nodded. “Yes, sir. We’re going to do a quick check on her heart, draw some blood, and then get her to the hospital as soon as possible.”

Jenna climbed up onto the bed to sit with Paul. She was wearing what their mother would have called “house clothes” and her running shoes. She reached for Paul’s hand and squeezed it. “Good, good news.”

“She’s so still, Jenna. And they’re breathing for her!” Paul watched as the female paramedic applied electrodes with colorful snaps across Andrea’s chest, concentrated on the left side. They even applied them to her wrists and ankles. Andrea laid pale and still on the floor, her body exposed. He could hear the mask every time the bulb was squeezed, sending air to her lungs.

The medics and firefighters were having minimal, task-based conversation that barely registered with Paul.

“Get her pressure for me, will you?”

“Sat is up to ninety-four.”

“Take over bagging, please, so he can get the LUCAS ready. We might need it.”

Then Jenna said: “Sara’s downstairs. She doesn’t want to be in the way. She just texted.”

“Pressure is eighty over forty.”

“Get her on a pump for norepinephrine.”

Paul was running down a list in his mind. He needed to bring a list of her medication with them when they went to the hospital. Both of their wallets. Phone charger. Her cane, even if they wouldn’t let her get up. Just in case, because if she woke up, and it wasn’t within reach, she’d be upset.

“Alright, I’m calling her in so they can be ready.” 

“Grab the spine board. We need to get her on that first.”

“—I’m calling in a potential thrombolytic or emergent catheterization candidate. Twelve lead shows—”

“Slide it in next to her—”

“Paul?” Jenna asked. He blinked. “I think something important… I don’t know…”

The male medic rolled Andrea onto her side while one of the firefighters slid the backboard beneath her. He rolled her flat again and manually verified her pulse with his fingers pressed into the crease of her thigh. Then he unzipped a bag and pulled out more equipment: a smaller backboard, and a motor head with arms.

The equipment around Andrea seemed to multiply each time Paul blinked. A small pump connecting to her IV line. Defibrillator pads, electrodes, leads. Cardiac monitor. Whatever this new device was. As Paul watched, the male medic slipped some kind of plastic strap around Andrea’s face, holding the breathing tube in place.

As he watched, the female medic stepped between Andrea’s legs, grasped her wrists, and pulled her into a seated position. The firefighters held her head still while the male medic slid the small backboard underneath her and on top of the spine board. They laid her flat again. The female medic began strapping Andrea to the spine board while the male medic took the rest of the device and clipped it over Andrea. It arched above her, with what looked like a motor head and a suction cup at the top. The medic pulled down on the suction cup and nestled it between Andrea’s breasts. He was in the middle of strapping her arms to the device when Paul realized what the device must be for.

“They’re worried her heart will stop again,” he murmured.

Then, louder: “Can I touch her?”

The male medics were packing up bags and handing them to the firefighter, but the female paramedic looked up at him. She was squeezing the bag now, her gloves hands careful and steady. “Of course, sir. We need to move her soon, but there’s time.”

Paul quickly slid off the bed and crouched beside his wife, reaching up to cover her hand where it was strapped to the machine. He realized then that she wasn’t wearing her rings and decided that was for the best. His other hand reached in to brush her cheek above the plastic tube holder. 

“Andrea. Sweetheart. It’s Paul.” His traitor eyes watered and spilled over. He cleared his throat and wiped his face on his shoulder. “You’re in good hands. You’re going to go to the hospital now. Jenna and Sara are going to drive me to meet you in their car, okay? I’ll bring your cane. You won’t need it in the ambulance, so don’t worry. Listen, I’ll talk to the girls. I’ll make sure they come to visit, okay? That’s what our savings are for. Don’t worry about anything. I love you. Jenna and Sara love you, too. The girls love you. Your brother loves you. I know… I know you love us, too. We’ve had a good life and we’re going to have more time, okay? Thank you.”

He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d thanked her, but it felt right. Maybe it was just something that needed to be said, so he would feel more at peace if she didn’t make it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was having a hard time imagining her coming home again.

Paul leaned in and kissed the back of her hand.

“Your family is going to drive you to the hospital?” the female medic asked. “Good. We’re about to move her downstairs to the gurney, okay?”

“Thank you,” Paul told her. He wanted nothing more than to stay with Andrea, but she didn’t need him right then and he was about to be in the way. He stood reluctantly. “Is there anything you need me to do?”

“We’ve got her, sir. Thank you for asking.” She turned her attention to the other responders in the room. “Mac, take her head for me. I’ve got the bag and the monitor. Phil, is it? Take her feet. Miller, spot for me. We’re getting her out of the room, down the hall. Then the spotter needs to go down the stairs. Then Phil with her feet. We need to keep her on the wall side and leave me room on the other side, okay?”

Paul didn’t hear the responses because he was moving off to the side, hastily gathering up Andrea’s cane and gesturing for Jenna to follow him. He scooped his wallet off the dresser. “I’ve got shoes by the door. And her purse should be in the kitchen. That’s all I need. I can pull up her medications in the Walgreens app.”

They stood in the corner, watching as the female paramedic picked up the monitor and looped the strap over her head. Then the others lifted Andrea on the spine board and quickly but carefully carried her out of the bedroom he shared with her.

“Do you need me to call the girls?” Jenna asked, as they stood in the hall, watching them carry her down the stairs. His sister-in-law Sara moved into view, hurrying to open the front door and then looking up at Jenna with wide eyes. She had Andrea’s purse looped over her shoulder.

“I might,” Paul said. “I don’t know. It should be me.”

Jenna started to answer him, but an angry alarm sounding from the cardiac monitor distracted them both.

“Keep moving!” the medic barked. “We’ll check her at the bottom. We’re almost there!”

They fed her around the last turn, and then quickly laid the spine board on the gurney. Paul froze on the upper landing, his free hand clutching the bannister. His other hand gripped her cane in a white-knuckled grip.

“V-fib on the monitor,” she said, handing the device off to Mac, who nestled the monitor next to Andrea’s legs. “Start the LUCAS, but check the leads before we charge!”

Mac adjusted the piston arm of the device, verifying it was even against her chest. Then he reached up and turned a dial. The machine spewed out air and shoved the cup down into Andrea’s chest twice in rapid succession. Then it continued pumping at a fractionally slower rate. Paul couldn’t help but stare in shock, watching as the machine performed precise chest compressions on his wife. The cup slammed down, depressing her sternum and ribcage and forcing her stomach to pop. Then it recoiled, allowing her body to return to its normal state for a split second before the sequence repeated.

One of the firefighters took over the bag after a brief conversation with the female paramedic. 

“Leads and electrodes still in place,” Mac said. 

“Alright. I’m administering a milligram epinephrine. We’ll let it circulate for a minute and then analyze.”

Nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit…

The machine worked Andrea like a rag doll, swaying over her with each pump. It was both more efficient and more savage than the manual compressions, and Paul knew the sight and sounds would haunt him, even if Andrea pulled through.

“Oh God,” he gasped. “Don’t be dead, please, please don’t be dead…”

Jenna suddenly grasped his hand, pulling it off the bannister. “Don’t watch, Paul. You don’t have to watch!”

“I can’t do anything for her but watch…”

Nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit…

“Charging to three-sixty.” the female medic pressed a button on the monitor. “Everyone back, we are not stopping the device to shock.”

The firefighter disconnected the bag and stepped back.

“Everyone clear, administering shock.” She pressed the shock button and Andrea jerked, her body twitching harshly in the grip of the CPR machine. “Shock administered. Administering 300mg IV amiodarone…. Alright. We’re going to load her and analyze again before we drive.”

The firefighter reconnected the bag, and the crew turned the gurney toward the door.

Nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit nn-hit…

Paul pulled away from Jenna and hurried down the stairs. He stumbled out into the foyer in time to catch sight of Andrea’s face. She looked pale, her glassy eyes open again. From that angle, the CPR device was brutalizing her chest, thumping hard into her sternum. Her breasts wobbled and her stomach rounded and jiggled. Paul slammed his feet into the worn out trainers by the door, hurrying out after the crew working on his wife.

They got her down the front steps easily, then down the walk to the driveway. The CPR machine continued to beat her heart for her without pausing, the sounds echoing off the nearby retaining wall.

“I’ve locked the front door,” he heard Jenna say behind him. 

“I’m going to get the car,” Sara said. “As soon as the ambulance pulls out of the driveway I’ll come up and get you. I’ve got her bag. The engine is parked on the street so we don’t have to worry.”

“Thanks,” Paul mumbled, distracted. They were loading Andrea into the ambulance, the LUCAS relentlessly hammering away at her. The last thing he saw before they closed the door was Andrea’s abdomen rounding mid-compression.

The firefighters hurried down the driveway toward their truck. Mac slowed long enough to speak to Paul: “We are taking her to McCormick General. Park at the ER lot and enter through the visitor entrance. Tell them her name and your relationship. They have an internal waiting room for families. She’s in good hands, right? I’ve got to go, but we have her.”

Mac jogged up to the front of the ambulance and climbed in. Soon, the lights and sirens roared to life, and the ambulance drove away.

It didn’t take long for Sara to bring the car around, but Jenna grabbed his arm anyway, holding onto him like he might collapse any second.

“Are you okay?” she asked him, leading him to the front passenger door. “You look like you might pass out.”

“She might be dead, Jenna.” He let her buckle him in. He still had a vice grip on Andrea’s cane, so she didn’t try to take it from him. “They just drove off with that… thing, that thing pumping her heart. I can’t call the girls and tell them that, Jenna! I can’t… I can’t…”

Jenna shut the door and climbed into the back. “I’m so sorry, Paul. Go, Sara. Drive as fast as fast as you can safely manage.

Later

“Paul Greene?” A surgeon stood at the front of the waiting room, calling his name. 

Paul stood slowly and felt Jenna do the same beside him.

“Mr. Greene, come with me. Your family can come with you. There are plenty of chairs. We’re going just down the hall to a family conference room.” The surgeon held the door for them and then walked quickly to regain the front position. She kept talking, filling up any silence Paul might have used to ask after Andrea. He wondered if that was on purpose.

The surgeon led them into a small conference room, with several chairs, an oval table with two tissue boxes in the center, and a coffeemaker and water cooler in the corner.

“As soon as you have a seat,” the surgeon said, “I have an update.”

Update, Paul thought as he dropped into a chair. He still had Andrea’s cane, though he’d folded it. That sounds potentially positive.

“I need to tell you first, Mr. Greene, that Andrea is alive.”

“Oh thank God,” he blurted, slouching forward in his chair and covering his face with his hands. 

This is why she wanted us sitting.

“She was successfully resuscitated shortly after arrival. Then she was immediately taken for cardiaccatheterization, rapid revascularization, and percutaneous coronary intervention. We simultaneously treated her with therapeutic hypothermia.” The surgeon raised her hand. “That’s a lot, and I’ll explain it in layman’s terms. You’ll be given literature shortly. We cooled Andrea’s body temperature down once she was resuscitated, and we will keep her there for twenty-four hours. This treatment reduces inflammation in the brain. Then we took her into the cath lab and threaded a catheter into her heart. We used a laser to quickly restore blood flow from one part of her heart to another. Then we put in a stent to open her coronary artery.”

“When will I be able to see her?” Paul asked.

“Shortly after we are finished here. I do need to prepare you. Only one family member is allowed in the Cardiac Intensive Care Unit at a time. You will need to wear a mask and wash your hands. Andrea is connected to multiple monitors and an IV pump. A ventilator is breathing for her. She is unconscious and will feel cool to the touch.”

Paul nodded, though if he’d been asked to repeat any of that, he would be sorely pressed to do so. 

There was a brief silence, and Jenna asked: “What’s her prognosis?”

“That depends on the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. She has been somewhat responsive at times, which is promising.” The surgeon clasped her hands on the table. “Andrea is in a very fragile condition, Mr. Greene. There is a chance she will not leave the hospital. Do you understand?”

“I… yes, I do.” Paul deflated. 

“Her brain,” Jenna said. “He wants to know if there’s a chance she’ll be herself.”

“Yes,” the surgeon said, her voice firm. “Yes. There is a chance.”

Days later

Paul sat in his usual seat by Andrea’s hospital bed, a book in his hands. The book was upside down and open somewhere in the middle. His eyes were on Andrea.

Each day, she was surrounded by less and less equipment and paraphernalia. First to go were the cooling blankets, though those were replaced by rewarming blankets before those went. Then, even better, was the ventilator, replaced by a nasal cannula. While Andrea didn’t seem able to wake up, she was breathing on her own. He didn’t know what much of the equipment was, but anytime something disappeared, he took it as good news.

She had color in her face now, and muttered and moaned when the nurses came in to evaluate her. She’d even swatted at one who squeezed her shoulder.

Paul sighed and closed the book. Both of their daughters had arrived yesterday, and he’d taken the time to brief them before they saw her one at a time. They’d both come out in completely hysterical and nearly inconsolable, so he’d sent them home with Jenna.

Now it was just Paul and the hospital staff. And Andrea, in whatever measure that he still had her.

Paul rubbed his eyes again and looked up at her. Then he froze.

 Andrea’s eyes were open, and she appeared to be focusing on him. 

Paul stood, letting the book slide out of his lap. “Andrea?” He reached for her hand, taking it between both of his.

Her brow furrowed and her eyes watered. She closed her eyes briefly, a tear sliding down her cheek before she reopened them.

“Oh, don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m here. You’re in the hospital. The girls came to visit yesterday, and I’ll have Jenna bring them back, okay?” Paul reached out and wiped the moisture from her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and he felt his own eyes water. “You know who I am. Don’t you, Andrea? You know who I am!”

Her fingers twitched in his hand, and now he was the one crying. 

“Oh, I’m happy to see you, Andrea! I love you so much. And don’t worry, okay?” Paul leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I brought your cane.”

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SUNSET BOULEVARD - BROADWAY - OCTOBER, 2024

Sunset Boulevard | Broadway (2nd Revival) | 2024, October | MP4 (10.3 GB, 2160p) | The Riddle’s master Cast: Nicole Scherzinger (Norma Desmond), Tom Francis (Joe Gillies), David Thaxton (Max Von Mayerling), Grace Hodgett-Young (Betty Schaefer), Olivia Lacie Andrews (Nancy), Rixey Terry (s/w John), Shavey Brown (DeMille/Stan/Finance Man), Hannah Yun Chamberlain (Young Norma/Patsy), Cydney Clark (Joanna/Guard), Raúl Contreras (Finance Man/Frank), Tyler Davis (Sheldrake), E.J. Hamilton (Lisa), Abby Matsusaka (s/w Dorothy), Emma Lloyd (Mary/Heather), Pierre Marais (Sammy), Shayna McPherson (Camera Operator/Katherine), Jimin Moon (Morino/Hog Eye), Justice Moore (Jean), Drew Redington (Myron/Jones/Camera Operator), Diego Andrea Rodriguez (Artie)

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CABARET September 16, 2024 | Broadway | 4K MP4 (11.64GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Adam Lambert (Emcee), Auli’i Cravalho (Sally Bowles), Bebe Neuwirth (Fraulein Schneider), Calvin Leon Smith (Clifford Bradshaw), Steven Skybell (Herr Schultz), Henry Gottfried (Ernst Ludwig), Michelle Aravena (Fritzie/Fraulein Kost), Gabi Campo (Frenchie), Ayla Ciccone-Burton (Helga), Colin Cunliffe (Hans), Marty Lauter (Victor), Loren Lester (Herman/Max), David Merino (Lulu), Julian Ramos (Bobby), MiMi Scardulla (Texas), Kayla Jenerson (s/w Rosie) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of the new cast (debuts for Adam, Auli’i, Calvin and Michelle)! Some wandering / readjustment and unfocusing throughout. A bit of occasional obstruction from people walking the aisles. Includes curtain call, audio is fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBHS99 | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL APRIL 2, 2025

N/A July 27, 2024 (E) | Off-Broadway | 4K MP4 (6.05GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Holland Taylor (N), Ana Villafañe (A) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this new political play! Head visible on the bottom right but doesn’t block anything. Some wandering / readjustment and unfocusing throughout. Includes curtain call, audio is fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBBC1r | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL APRIL 2, 2025

NINE August 10, 2024 (E) | Kennedy Center | 4K MP4 (8.76GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Steven Pasquale (Guido Contini), Shereen Ahmed (Claudia), Carolee Carmello (Liliane La Fleur), Michelle Veintimilla (Carla), Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio (Guido's Mother), Jen Sese (Stephanie Necrophorus), Lesli Margherita (Saraghina), Elizabeth Stanley (Luisa Contini), Georgina Pazcoguin (Annabella), Paloma Garcia-Lee (Maria), Haley Fish (Diana), Allison Blackwell (Mama Maddelena), Charlie Firlik (Young Guido), Sasha Hutchings (Asa Nisi Masa), Marina Pires (Sister Vincenza), Lucia Giannetta (Giorgia), Yani Marin (Camila), Morgan Marcell (Norma), Kamille Upshaw (Leonor), Dylis Croman (Dr. Ernst) Notes: Great 4K capture of this wonderful production! Act One is pretty messy, with a minute worth of blackout at the beginning then again a few minutes in due to late seating. Alongside that, a lot of it is wideshot and generally not as well filmed as usual. Gets better as the show goes on, and Act Two is much better. Minor obstruction on the far left blocks some action but is generally worked around. Some washout throughout. Increased moments of wandering and unfocusing. Includes curtain call, audio is fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBD5eV | ASKING $18 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL APRIL 2, 2025

SUNSET BOULEVARD September 28, 2024 | Broadway (Previews) | 4K MP4 (10.24GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Nicole Scherzinger (Norma Desmond), Tom Francis (Joe Gillies), David Thaxton (Max Von Mayerling), Grace Hodgett-Young (Betty Schaefer), Ensemble: Olivia Lacie Andrews (Nancy), Brandon Mel Borowsky (John), Shavey Brown (DeMille/Stan/Finance Man), Hannah Yun Chamberlain (Young Norma/Patsy), Cydney Clark (Joanna/Guard), Raúl Contreras (Finance Man/Frank), Tyler Davis (Sheldrake), E.J. Hamilton (Lisa), Sydney Jones (Dorothy), Emma Lloyd (Mary/Heather), Pierre Marais (Sammy), Shayna McPherson (Camera Operator/Katherine), Jimin Moon (Morino/Hog Eye), Justice Moore (Jean), Drew Redington (Myron/Jones/Camera Operator), Diego Andrea Rodriguez (Artie) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this anticipated revival’s first preview! Some head / railing obstruction at the front of the stage that occasionally blocks off characters sitting / laying down. 30 second blackout in the New Year Eve scene. There was a glitch with the camera that led to some zooming out without input, which sometimes affects the video (primarily in the first ten minutes). Increased moments of wandering / readjustment and unfocusing throughout. One scene is very dark, therefore very difficult to see and takes a little bit to focus on the main action. Includes curtain call, audio is fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBKv1R | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL APRIL 2, 2025

THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA September 24, 2024 | Broadway (Previews) | 4K MP4 (11.28GB) | bikinibottomday’s master Cast: Laura Donnelly (Joan/Veronica), Leanne Best (Gloria), Helena Wilson (Jill), Ophelia Lovibond (Ruby), David Wilson Bares (Luther St John), Ta’rea Campbell (Biddy/Penny), Bryan Dick (Jack Larkin/Dennis), Richard Lumsden (Joe Fogg/Mr Potts), Richard Short (Bill/Mr Halliwell), Lara McDonnell (Young Joan), Nancy Allsop (Young Gloria), Nicola Turner (Young Jill), Sophie Ally (Young Ruby), Liam Bixby (Tony), Ellyn Heald (Mrs Smith), Max Roll (Mr Smith), Cameron Scoggins (Dr Rose) Notes: Excellent 4K capture of this stunning new transfer! Very mild obstruction on the bottom that blocks off little to nothing. Some moments of wandering / readjustment and unfocusing throughout. Includes curtain call, audio fed from external source. https://flic.kr/s/aHBqjBJRq8 | ASKING $20 USD NOT FOR SHARING EXCEPT THROUGH ME UNTIL APRIL 2, 2025

[blossom--of--snow]

Merry Christmas @lolcat76! Have some sickeningly happy Shandy <3

St. Joseph’s newly renovated reception hall was full at 7:30 on Sharon Raydor’s wedding night. Sharon and her bridesmaids had spent the previous night stringing twinkle lights, drinking wine coolers, and creating the reception playlist to replace the DJ who had the audacity to cancel the week before the wedding. By the time the vows were sealed with a kiss, bunches of baby’s breath peeked out of the vases on every table, lights sparkled in rows across the room, and place cards assigned everyone to their proper place.

Andy Flynn and Sharon Raydor deserved nothing less than to celebrate their nuptials in style.

As tradition demanded, husband and wife graced the dance floor first. The cream colored pleated skirt of Sharon’s reception dress fluttered against her knees every time she took a step, and Andy’s eyes devoured the skin peeking beneath the lacy top. “Any regrets so far?” Sharon teased, inching one side of her v-neck to cover more of her tasteful cleavage. She giggled when Andy tugged her off balance only to catch her in time for the first step.

“None.” Andy’s breath warmed the skin behind Sharon’s ear, validating her decision to pin her hair up.

After nuzzling Andy’s neck, Sharon eased back far enough to show him how happy she was. An hour and half and counting, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Just when she thought she could give her cheeks a rest, he would kiss her hand, or feed her cake, or pick “Unchained Melody” for their first dance and let her lead.

“We did it,” Sharon said, draping her arm farther around his neck. Tearing her eyes away from Andy’s giddy smile, Sharon scanned the room full of family. “And everyone’s here.”

Andy spun her a few times, because he knew she loved to see her skirt twirl, but pulled her back before too long. “Yeah, we know how to throw a party, huh?”

Sharon scoffed. “I’ve only had one drink and not quite all of one dance. The party’s just getting started.”

Glancing at the bridal party’s long table, Andy rolled his eyes. “Tell that to Provenza. Three glasses of champagne, and he’s practically under the table.”

“Ah-ah,” Sharon said, fingers covering Andy’s lips. “No grumbling today, remember? This is our day to be blissfully and disgustingly happy.”

Andy kissed her fingertips. “You make me this happy every day,” he murmured.

Oh, this man. Sharon stopped smiling for long enough to hum and kiss him, in front of everyone, because she could. They could make out for the rest of the night, right here on the dance floor, and no one could say a word. Today gave them license to show their entire little world how much they looked forward to spending the rest of their lives together.

“You’re so hot when you multitask,” Andy breathed against her lips when he realized Sharon hadn’t missed a step. 

Sharon laughed wickedly as Andy lowered her into a deep dip, prompting claps and whistles from their guests. “Then you’ll love my plans for this evening.”

Growling, Andy pulled Sharon upright, their noses inches apart. Sharon’s smile softened his intent, and they only exchanged an Eskimo kiss. Sharon smoothed her hands up Andy’s lapels and around his neck, coaxing him closer as the dance ended[R1] . Their guests’ applause broke them apart, and as planned, their children swept them up next. Ricky and Nicole each grabbed a parent, leaving Rusty and Emily to open the dance floor for the rest of the party. Before long, most of the bridal party was dedicated to embarrassing themselves by dancing to songs that only the older half knew.

By the next dance, husband and wife were reunited on the dance floor. Looking around at a room packed with friends and family, Sharon was relieved to see her happiness reflected on so many faces. Even Sanchez bore a grin, but since he chose Chief Johnson as his dance partner, he couldn’t hide his amusement. Cathy Tao kept far away from her husband, whose dance moves were frightening even before alcohol. Andrea, whose inhibitions were too strong to be conquered by pesky emotions, enjoyed herself on the sidelines with Fritz and a hefty slice of cake. Amy and Wes huddled in a corner with Elliott, trying to avoid dance partners. Andy’s grandchildren—Sharon’s step grandchildren—chased each other around the reception hall.

“Hey.” Andy squeezed Sharon’s waist. “You okay?”

Sharon’s smile could have lit all of Los Angeles. “I’m perfect. Everything is perfect. I’ve never been so happy.” She shook her head incredulously. “How did we get so lucky?”

“Hey, we worked hard for this,” Andy said, only half teasing. “Everything we’ve endured, everything we’ve given up, everything we’ve suffered—and we ended up here.”

Here, swaying in the arms of the love of her life, surrounded by everyone they love. Leaning forward, Sharon rested her forehead against her husband’s. “I’d do it all again, to be here with you.”

In the midst of a crowded dance floor, Andy Flynn kissed his wife breathless.

[royalsimsoflandova]

Their Royal Highnesses The Crown Prince & Princess of Landova, Duke & Duchess of Newcrest, took their triplets; Prince Vincent, Princess Leonore, and Prince Andreas of Newcrest, for their first day of their new school.

Their Royal Highnesses join children across the kingdom in returning for the new school year. Prince Vincent, Princess Leonore, and Prince Andreas are starting their new school, furthering their primary education.

[justsamssimsdump]

[emiliosandozsequence]

what are ur true crime documentary recommendations?

OH I GOT SO MANY hang on let me go look through the streaming services i use to remember them.

needless to say trigger warning for all of these!! and yes i have watched all of these at least once!!

relentless

i'll be gone in the dark

the texas killing fields

night stalker: the hunt for a serial killer

sins of our mother

the devil next door

i am a killer

i am a stalker

the puppet master: the ultimate conman

the curious case of natalia grace

making a murderer

the keepers

the trial of gabriel fernandez

the anthrax attacks

murder mountain

the girl in the picture

murdaugh murders: a southern scandal

capturing the killer nurse

the tinder swindler

keep sweet pray and obey

the family

evil genius

the murder of gabby petito

down the hill: the delphi murders

lost women of highway 20

mommy dead and dearest

the cheshire murders

finding andrea

heaven's gate: the cult of cults

there's something wrong with aunt diane

beware the slenderman

who killed garret philips?

murder in boston: root, rampage, and reckoning

the murder of laci peterson

wild crime: murder in yosemite

wild crime: blood mountain

murder among the mormons

crime beat

dark desires

there is 100% ones i'm forgetting, but!! these are some of my favs from netflix, hbomax, and hulu!!

[martysrory]

t: burn my tongue, mix it up or give it to me straight. Turn me on make say..... || @andrxasmarty

The funny thing about post partum was when she managed to get her own confidence back. If anyone asked her when it happened, she'd say she had no idea but today she was glad she had her confident self back. And the first order of business was to wake her handsome husband up the way she knew he had missed since having kids. With the girls and their son over at his sister's, she was free to let her wild nature out. She took a peek out her bathroom door to make sure he was still asleep. She closed the door again and made sure her lipstick hadn't stained and perfected her cat eye already knowing Andy enjoyed when she'd make her green eyes pop. Satisfied with her look she took another quick glance at her outfit and let out a content sigh. The sight of the silky garment made her smirk and made her way out to the room.

A melodic song came from her even though he was the one who had the singing chops and the musical talent, she knew when she sang he'd turn to putty. He was after all asking her to sing more often. Now was a good a time as ever.

She let the silky red lace number graze through her fingers as she stalked her prey. Sometimes a little nudge was all that was needed. A gentle whisper unfurled like soft sin inside the inner shell of his ear. A smirk crossed over her features as that had him stirring. Her fingers touched his skin and that had ignited lightening to strike nearby which charged the air. Her eyes glanced down at the fine golden hairs along Andy's arm rise and noticed how heavily he was breathing. She hadn't even done anything yet and he was already putty in her hands.

Di fell sideways on the bed as she nibbled the side of his neck and rested her forehead against his. Her lips worked their way down his neck, making him gasp when she hit that spot. She couldn’t see the smile he placed against her skin, but she was damn sure it was smug. She was about to call him out on it when he applied a little suction back. After that she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to say; let alone think about chastising him for breaking the contact rule.

That was until he said it, that is. Said it in that low, sexy way that made her knees entirely useless and her brain short circuit. ❛Diana. ❜ His teeth scraped the soft spot just across her clavicle, one of her weaker spots he was well attuned to. God, if she didn't have a plan already in motion she'd have made this the catalyst for said plan. She forgot to breathe. His kisses were so damn intense they actually shut off her entire system.

She licked his bottom lip, and with a content gasp coming from her, he slipped his tongue inside. Andy's mouth was warm, wet and hot. Their tongues danced together to a slow, melodic rhythm, with Di in the lead. Sleek and smooth movements, tongues greeting palates and teeth clanking together - it was everything and more.

Andy's hands traveled down her sides, tenderly gliding along her curvy figure. Her supple breasts pressed against his chest captured his attention, and when he squeezed them lightly, he earned a stifled moan from his wife. "Andreas," she mumbled into the open-mouthed kiss. "Fuck," She found herself shamelessly grinding, the soft fabric of the lacy number pressing against them in just the right ways. Their hips were moving together, grinding, and seeking more friction. Diana mewled into Andy"s mouth from the pleasure.

"Andreas, " She began, voice breathless and hoarse, eyes gleaming with something unknown, yet strangely familiar. Andy bit his lip enticingly and gestured for her to go on. "I want you." Her hand wandered down between them, clumsy, drowsy, but overall teasing movements steadily trailing behind her fingertips. "Wanna feel you, Andreas." Those nimble fingers of hers traced the outline of his boxers damp where the tip was pressing uncomfortably against it. Andy reduced his voice to a small whisper. He was now breathing against Diana's neck again, whose skin was a midtone complexion, dark and tempting.

As he dug his fingernails deeper into the skin, he replaced the faded scratches that sheltered the curve of her back. The burning streaks were divine in their own wretched ways.

Diana was breathing irregularly, with occasional low grunts of pleasure. He crawled down her body, unintentionally scrunching up the duvet at their feet. He planted featherlight kisses alongside gis wife's collarbone until he reached the loose strings of her lacy number. He hooked his fingers under the hem and pulled downwards. His mouth watered at the sight. He leisurely wrapped his calloused fingers around the base, leaned in, and kissed her chest. His lips were dry, the texture kindling this intense feeling of eros in Diana.

He curved his tongue and pressed it flush against the underside of her breasts. A mischievous flick over the nub and she was whining like a cur in the jarring cold. Andy circled his tongue over the underside of the other breast, right where it met in the middle. She lit up with pleasure. " please," she urged. "More."

Diana was very vocal during sex, and he loved it - loved how a simple touch or movement made her shiver and shake with pleasure, not to mention how responsive she was. She never missed a beat on praising him, purring sweet nothings in his ear or touching his back. So, naturally, as soon as he complied to the request, taking the nub into his mouth and sucking lightly. He swirled his tongue around it, obscene sounds filling the air, enveloping them completely. She brought her trembling hand down to grip his hair, tugging at a handful of strands. Andy moaned around her supple breasts eagerly like they were the last meal on earth.

Oral with them was always messy but it did give her hope that with him letting loose here and now, like he was a man desperate to find water in a hot desert, that it meant he was more than willing to cater to her needs.