#Danny California

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DP x DC Prompt #16

When Hal had asked him which town he protected, Danny was more than happy to tell him, "Amity Park!" When Hal asked Danny where it was, Danny hadn't thought the response, "At this moment? Or where it was last week?" would've caused such chaos in the meeting.

Danny knew not everyone's town traveled across the country, but he didn't think it was odd enough to warrant this kind of reaction.

[hammondcast]

The Days Of Portman And Roses Ritz Carlton Shanghai Centre Jazz Bar

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The Days Of Portman And Roses Ritz Carlton Shanghai Centre Jazz Bar

by

 Jon Hammond 

Usage

 Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 4.0 International

Topics

 Portman Ritz-Carlton, Shanghai, Danny Woody, Danny California, Jazz Bar, Jazz Combo, Jon Hammond, Hammond organ, Willie Brown, Shanghai Centre

Language

 English

The Days of Portman and Roses Ritz-Carlton Shanghai Centre Jazz Bar - Danny Woody's longtime jazz gig residency 10 years

Hotel Portman Ritz-Carlton Shanghai - Alex Layne acoustic bass, Jon Hammond Hammond XB-2 organ, 'Danny California' aka Danny Woody leader drums, Dwight Dickerson piano

*Danny lived and played in the Ritz for 10 years, quite the scene - jazz, cigars, sidecar motorcycles - international heavies gathered there - this night SF Mayor Willie Brown in the house - JH

#jazz

#portmanritzcarlton

#shanghai

#williebrown

#quintet

Addeddate

 2023-07-08 19:24:19

Identifier

 the-days-of-portman-and-roses-ritz-carlton-shanghai-centre-jazz-bar 

Portman Ritz-Carlton, Shanghai, Danny Woody, Danny California, Jazz Bar, Jazz Combo, Jon Hammond, Hammond organ, Willie Brown, Shanghai Centre

Language

 English 

Portman Ritz-Carlton, Shanghai, Danny Woody, Danny California, Jazz Bar, Jazz Combo, Jon Hammond, Hammond organ, Willie Brown, Shanghai Centre, Language English

[spockvarietyhour]

Season 1: Borg Vs Romulans Season 2: Throw some Pakleds and Klingons into the mix Season 3: The Crystalline Entity Season 4: The Whale Probe & Breen Season 5: Giant Apollo Hand! Tholians! The Vejur Cloud!

[solhunder]

Inktober Day 30: "Violin"

So what if Tucker and Danny freaked out about a spider in the tent? They know what a Brown Recluse looks like! ...Even if Sam said it was a Desert Recluse... Whatever. Better safe than sorry.

[hxxi3]

Baby Boy in Santa Barbara 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[coolthingsguyslike]

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Two spotted owls perched on a tree in a Northern California forest.

Photograph by Danny Hofstadter

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Sciles | Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf) + “Grief”

Requested by @joanthangroff (TW mention of suicide attempt)

It was a long ride back from the motel. At least, it felt longer. Stiles' gaze burning holes in the side of his face wasn't making it go any faster, either. Scott could see his bouncing leg, hear his racing heart and smell the anxiety radiating off of him. Even if he were oblivious to all of that, he would still know something was wrong with him.

"Stiles," he said wearily, looking at him properly for the first time since Coach snatched his whistle back off of Lydia and told them to sit down. "Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine. All good."

The way he glanced at him said otherwise. Scott raised his eyebrows pointedly and the leg bouncing stopped. Stiles ran a hand over his thigh and nodded jerkily as if reiterating that he was fine.

"Look, we're gonna figure this out, okay?" Scott assured him as best he could. "From what Ethan said, there's a good chance that Derek is alive. Once we get back to Beacon Hills, we can find him, and we can make a better plan. No one else is going to get hurt."

He just managed to bite back a promise. He knew he couldn't. He only hoped that it was the truth.

But Stiles stared at him like he could see right through him, his eyes narrowing. He parted his lips like he was going to retort, as he usually would, but instead, he just shook his head and turned to face the back of the seat in front of him. As he ran a hand over his face, Scott frowned.

"You're angry," he blurted out.

Stiles shook his head again and sighed. "No. No, Scotty, I'm not angry." His heart skipped but he acted like Scott couldn't hear it. "I'm just... I'm tired. Last night was..."

"I know," Scott said softly. His own heart skipped. "But the darach's not going to catch us by surprise like that again."

Stiles nodded, but he didn't say anything else. In fact, he didn't say anything else for the rest of the ride. Scott wanted to, but something stopped him. He took to staring out the window and letting his eyes unfocus as he repeated his plan to find Derek in his mind the whole way home.

*

The bus dropped them off at the school. Stiles insisted on driving Scott home, even though he had his bike. He didn't put up a fight - he just wanted to go home and see his mom before he did anything else. That phone call back at the motel had felt too real. He just needed to see her.

Of course, she was at work. Scott sighed when he found the note on the fridge, but he told himself not to overthink it. She was fine.

"Alright, well, I think we should go to Derek's loft first," he said, turning to Stiles who was lingering by the back door, his arms folded. "He'd most likely have gone back there to try and heal."

He frowned.

"Although, if the alpha pack are looking for him, that might be too obvious. Maybe we should try the animal clinic first. He could've gone to Deaton, right?"

He waited for Stiles to agree with him or suggest something he hadn't thought of because right then, all Scott had was a handful of guesses and maybes.

But Stiles didn't chime in. He shrugged when he realized Scott was looking at him.

"Stiles, are you sure you're okay?" he asked gently.

Stiles dragged a hand over his face and sighed again, his tongue in his cheek, and he could smell the irritation on him, just like when they were on the bus.

"You know what? No," he snapped, throwing his hand up. "No, Scott, I'm not okay, and, quite frankly, neither are you, and I don't get why we're just pretending that last night never happened. Because it did."

"Do you mean..." Scott couldn't quite get the words out, his throat closing up around them and forcing them back down. He shifted his feet, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment. "The wolfsbane?"

"Yeah, I'm talking about the wolfsbane," Stiles said, his voice thick with emotion he was failing to contain. "More specifically, what the wolfsbane did to you, Scott."

Scott shook his head, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to ignore the sick feeling weighing down on him. "It was just... you saw what it did to all of us. Ethan-"

"Tried to saw himself open, yeah," Stiles cut him off. "Probably something to do with his freakish ability to combine into one even more freakish mutation with Aiden. Isaac - he was hiding under his bed. Boyd and Lydia were hearing things. But you, Scott..."

He took a step toward him, and Scott watched his feet, observing every little detail of his shoes and the kitchen floor.

"Scott, you tried to kill yourself."

"It was just..."

"No. No, Scott, the wolfsbane brought out all of your biggest fears and just - just heightened your true emotions. Boyd's guilt about his sister, Isaac's fear of his dad, Lydia always being the one to find dead bodies. It wasn't the wolfsbane talking when you did that. Was it?"

Scott knew he had to give him an answer. He just didn't think either of them really wanted to hear it. The truth hung in the air between them, as suffocating as the gasoline that still clung to Scott's senses.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, then looked up to meet Stiles' disbelieving stare. "We need to find Derek. We can't waste any more time, we need-"

"Scott, stop! Can you even - you nearly died! Twice!"

"But I didn't-"

"Because someone stopped you! Allison literally had to sew you back together because you felt so guilty about Derek being dead that you were going to let yourself die, too! Scott, I had to talk you out of setting yourself on fire, how can you not - how do you not see how messed up that is?!"

"Stiles, I'm sorry about last night, okay? I shouldn't have... I should've fought the wolfsbane, or..."

Stiles just stared back at him, shaking his head incredulously. Finally, in a much softer voice, he said, "Scott, I don't want you to be sorry that I had to save you. I just... I just wanna know that you don't actually believe what you said last night."

It was a simple request. It would take just two words. And yet...

Scott opened his mouth. Then he shook his head and closed it again, looking away with a piercing pain where his healed wound was just yesterday.

"You have to admit that a lot of what we've gone through wouldn't have happened if I hadn't..."

"Hadn't what?" He looked back up to see the reason for the quiver in Stiles' voice; tears shone in his wide eyes. "Hadn't survived being bitten by Peter? That's what you meant, wasn't it?"

He tilted his head but he didn't get a chance to deny or confirm. Stiles already knew. He looked like he might crumble into a million pieces.

"Scott," he said, his voice cracking as he moved closer. "I don't care what's happened to us. I don't care about the murderous werewolves or - or the hunters, or any of the crazy supernatural things that keep happening around us, alright? Because we've survived it, but what I wouldn't have survived was losing my best friend."

Scott bit his tongue, his eyes stinging. Part of him wanted to point out all the bad things - the numerous times he's put his life in danger, the people who haven't survived the craziness of their world, and everything else.

Then Stiles really did crumble. "Scott, I meant what I said last night. And I can't lose you. I can't - you and my dad, you're all... you're all I've got, and I can't - Scotty, I can't lose you as well. I need you. And I know how selfish that is, but it's true. So, if you need a reason to - to believe that you should be alive, then there it is. Me, Scott. Make me your reason if you have to, or your mom, or even Allison, because I promise you that none of us would be better off if you weren't here."

"You'd be safe, at least."

He didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out.

"You don't know that," Stiles countered, then he shrugged. "And even if that was true - I don't care. Scott, I'd rather be in danger every day of my life from some supernatural threat than live without you."

He didn't know what to say to that. All he could do was surge forward and hug him. Stiles immediately wrapped his arms tight around him, as if he never intended to let go.

"I'm sorry," he repeated quietly into his shoulder.

"Just make me a promise, Scotty. Alright? Promise that you'll talk to me, so that, when you start blaming yourself for every bad thing that's ever happened, I can tell you what an idiot you are."

Scott chuckled and nodded. "I promise." Then, he softly added: "I mean it."

Stiles tightened his arms just a little more. Both of them savoured the feeling of the other against them. Solid. Real. Alive. Safe. For a moment, they were as physically intertwined as they were in every other way.

Scott knew they should look for Derek. They should come up with a plan to stop the darach. But he wasn't ready to let go of the first real feeling of comfort he'd felt in a while.

[keimiwolf]

Soo Alfreds code name is agent A.

The GIW goes by agent_(letter)

What if Danny heard one of the bat fam talking to Agent A and assumed they were in contact with the GIW, and we're now telling them where to find him.

Meanwhile the bats are all running around looking for the inquired child bleeding Lazarus water.

[queenofthegayships]

I have a question. How did danny afford his house? Rent or buy, either way how did the man go from barely affording a broken down apartment, even going without a roof of his own for awhile to having a whole ass house?

Side note. Say hello to SoCal fires. Wish my friend luck. She lives barely 10 minutes away from the flames that seem to be wrapping around her city, whereas I'm a good 20 away and theyre going the other way. 9000+ acers burning 0% containment.

Edit. Few hours later... 19,000+ acers and 0% containment.

[randomfoggytiger]

Paparazzi, Celebrity Deals, and David Duchovny

Credit to: ibble dibble's top-tier videos explaining the inner workings of upper echelon society. Clips taken from her video here.

Paparazzi is part and parcel with celebrity culture. Celebrities themselves likely have to deal with harassment, boundary stomping, and any and all pap craziness as regularly as their juice cleanse bowel movements.

However. All celebrities have contractual obligations with at least one paparazzi company, picking and choosing which locations and events they want leaked to the press; and when' and how "edited" the final results will appear.

It's not so much manipulation (though it can be) as strategy: they want to live their lives on their own terms but also know the health of their projects and "brand" depends on a certain degree of public exposure and opinion. Therefore, celebrities in New York-- as mentioned in the video-- and, more relevant to this post, California exist mostly unmolested, surfacing for promotional circuits or other public and social events. Paps who harass, stalk, or follow a celebrity, unwanted, are generally bottom feeders who are too foolish or greedy to let a quick opportunity pass in exchange for, perhaps, a deal with that celebrity's team later down the line.

In David Duchovny's case, his brother summed up the situation quite succinctly here: "We'll go out to dinner, and out from the weeds pops up some paparazzi guy shooting away, y'know. Dave'll be like-- he'll know his name, he'll go, 'Look, Warren, I thought we talked about this: you can shoot me surfing, you can shoot me on the beach, which I let you do, but I'm here with my wife-- you said you wouldn't.' 'Oh, I gotta make a living, gotta make a living!'-- and then they, like, disappear like little rodents under the bush...."

Therein, Danny delineated between cooperative pap shots and vulturistic opportunism-- two very different beasts. (Beast One keeps their distance, takes their shots, and splits the proceeds between their company and the celebrity. Beast Two tails after and mouth breathes in the celebrity's vicinity, opening themselves up to harassment charges or future opportunity loss. And if Beast Two is making money off of informants, the celebrity will be able to quickly narrow down who in their close circle has tipped off the paps.)

It's part of the business; and probably a contributing factor to David expressing "shame" or embarrassment over being an actor: his work is an artistic expression of himself, yes; but as an actor turned director and author and musician, he won't be able to escape "selling" himself, to an extent, to stay relevant (a frustration he's echoed since the early days.)

This post wasn't written out of judgment, just exploration. After all, even girl scouts have to make numbers.

[soupy-sez]

Danny DeVito and Mike Patton attend the after party for the season 2 premiere of "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia" at The Cabana Club, Hollywood, California, June 25th, 2006, © Mark Mainz/Michael Tran

[cowboysuperhero]

danny del mar, a background character so background that for six years the only name i had for him was his hero name, mantastic. he doesn't live in silver city but he does visit.

[azurecanary]

Anytime i see people accuse Teen Wolf of queerbaiting i remember that one Danny and Ethan scene in Motel California.

[kaezerdoodles]

Danny:*holding a blob ghost* Hey Vlad! Look what I found!

Vlad: Oh, you found a snack *plucks up the blob ghost and eats it whole*

Danny: *horrified* Vlad- what the FUCK?!

[danthemannx]

Halloween 2022

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