#EVnin

[magazinxhaberler]

Yeni Porsche Macan EV'nin Yapay Motor Sesi

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[maxxsimpsforjunkrat]

Junkrat: gud evnin' CUNT

Roadhog: ...>:0

[theinkbunny]

Good Evnin

CRAIGGGG

HUNNYPIE

THERE U ARE

I WAS GETTIN WORRIED

[legendofthe3divas]

EVNIN THIS THAT

Sleep or binge-watch? Audiobook or paperback?  Paperback or hardback?  Comfy or classy?  washing or wahing up?  Whippy cream or rainbow sprinkles? Confrontation or avoidance?  Honesty or people pleasing?  gaslight gatekeep or girlboss?  takeaway or eat in?  Hoodies with no zip or with a zip?  Paddle boarding or canooing?  Ice or no ice?  Curtains or out in the open?  Cards or games? slay or gay? Pen or pencil?  bracalets or earrings? 

sleeep i treasure sleep too much

paperback DEFINITELY

comfyyy

washing, washing up is hella boring but can be satisfying SOMETIMES

rainbow sprinkles

oof that’s hard it depends if it’s me or someone else confronting yk

honesty

uh girl boss 💅

eat in

hahah i don’t know i have lots of no-zip hoodies and fewer zip ones but probably zip?

canooing, paddle boarding looks hella hard

ice ice ice all the way

out in the open i like to look outside while being in my room

cards but that means UNO

slayyyy 💅

pen

bracelets

[citylifeorg]

Alisa Weilerstein & Orchestra of St. Luke’s at Caramoor

Photo courtesy of Caramoor On August 6, Caramoor presents the Orchestra of St. Luke’s, led by maestro Roderick Cox, who has been praised as a conductor “paving the way” (NBC News), in a program featuring cellist, MacArthur Genius Grant winner, and Caramoor Evnin Rising Star alumna Alisa Weilerstein for Shostakovich’s complex and haunting First Cello Concerto. The program also features George T.…

[diaryofroux]

ToO;; HAt!

hop al ov my subjx stay Coöl in dis weather. momby stay home tday be cause id is fofth of jury. I dun o wat dat meens :) but I lov to mornin wid momby eVEN iff es TOOO HOHT

Indie Evnin wen it non to hot mama wil tak me on the terrace to be ousside (bois r not all loud to do :) )

[ptaaah-global]

What is it like having a host family?

So at my Pre-Service Training Site I live with a host family consiting of two grandparents and their two grandchildren. My host father is a easy going man and has spent years as a chef in New York and on cruise ships. On Sundays you can usually find me in the kitchen with him learning new recipes. My host mother runs a corner shop, which is basically a corner store. It’s shack on the side of the road that has many basic things you can buy in your community if you do not want to travel into a main town. These corner shops are scattered through communities and usually carry things like snacks, drinks, and common house hold neccesities. She always has and hooks me up with the most refreshing Jellies (Coconuts). My host parents both work in the shop, the father makes and sells meals to the public and my host mother works the counter. My host brother is 11 and like most 11 years the is incredibly active and always wants to play. I will sometimes play ball or run around the community with him. The Jamaican sun be wearing me oooouuuuuuuuutttt but I swear he has a endless supply of energy. And my host sister just entered high school, she is quiet but friendly. She will sometimes come and hang out with me and her brother. I will admit that my living accommodations far exceeded my expectations! I have a king size bed, my own bathroom, a T.V. and really good wifi. Even at my two year site in St. Elizabeth I will have a pretty good set up as I have a 1 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment to myself. Peace Corps is HUGE on community integration so they stick volunteers with members of the community that are established and have some sort of presence in the community. The host father that I have in St. Elizabeth runs a shop in town and is very well known and established. Before I joined the peace corps and was reading blog post from previous volunteers I came across a blog that said something along the lines of, “Although peace corps says you will be living at the level of the average person in the country, volunteers usually have much better living accomidations than the average person”. I find this to be true for my experience. It was fairly easy for me to integrate into my host family here in St.Mary, after a week or so it felt natural. They did an amazing job of making feel like a part of the family, even though I still struggle with the language I will usually come home an chat dem op in patwa before mi head to mi room fa da evnin.

[fisiltihaberleri]

#MuratDalkılıç : #Hevesimizkursağımızdakalıyor! Bir gazetenin magazin ekinde yapmış olduğu " #Magazin'e bomba gibi düştü! Murat Dalkılıç eski eşi #MerveBoluğur'un evnin sokağında yakalandı! "#Eskiaşıklar Murat Dalkılıç ile Merve Boluğur yeniden mi?" dedirtti!  Haberin altına sanatçı Murat Dalkılıç, Nası yani? Ama böyle yarım anlatıyosunuz siz de hevesimiz kursağımızda kalıyo anlatın şunu bi adam akıllı? " Diye yorum attı.Sanatçı Murat Dalkılıç' ın o attığı yorumu çok konuşulan magazin olayları arasına bir anda  girdi. #FısıltıHaberleri #SedatSarıkaya https://www.fisiltihaberleri.com/haber/murat-dalkilic-hevesimiz-kursagimizda-kaliyor-7903.html #Sondakika #Hamer #Olay #Basın #Merkez

[beef-brisket]

Adam: Fine? Like... she looks fine?

Emily: Yeah, her nose is fixed, no more bruising-

Adam: Damn, I should have hit her harder~.

Emily: Adam! You don't mean that!

Adam: Oh, trust me, I mean it.

Emily: My god, Adam. You're terrible-

Adam: I know, right~. Such a bad boy- aren't I Luci?!

Emily laughed as Lucifer groaned from the kitchen.

Lucifer: Yes, darling! A very bad boy! The baddest!

Adam: Damn right.

Adam was exhausted as he put his girls to bed. He loves having his family around him, but only running on a few hours sleep, and in the beginning stages of healing, he was taking it out of him.

Thank god Lucifer was on night duty.

Adam hopped into bed and smiled at Lucifer, who was just waking up from his nap.

Lucifer: mm- mornin'

Adam: it's night time, baby

Lucifer: ha... oh yeah... evnin'

Adam: Good evening, sweetheart. Michael is staying over... so you might hear some... interesting noises~.

Lucifer: ...ew... I'm staying down our end of the house

Adam: Good plan, Lu

Adam kissed Lucifer as he got up to get dressed. He has to get the triplets milk ready and his entertainment sorted.

Lucifer: See you at 7am, love~.

Adam: Eh, don't remind me!

Lucifer chuckled as he turned the light off and got started on his night shift.

Prostitute Adam x Mafia Leader Lucifer. FtM! Adam. @beef-brisket

Adam had a love hate relationship with shaving his legs, on one hand they were nice and smooth kind of like a dolphin but he liked the look of his legs having hair on them. His clients didn't care either way which was nice.

Tonight was a shave night, legs and crotch. He guessed it made his work easier and sometimes they tipped more.

Adam pulled on his thigh high boots, lace panties and skirt for easy access, even with top surgery he still had a bit of cleavage from his weight gain, his stomach soft. He wore a crop top that showed off his belly button ring and a leather jacket so he wouldn't be cold.

He fluffed his hair before walking out to stand on his corner with Angel, he really wished that bitch hadn't of gotten a pimp. They are nothing but abusive pieces of shit that take your money.

Adam walked to his spot and whistled to Angel: Hey bitch!

Angel: About fucking time slut bag, I was starting to think you weren't working tonight.

Adam: And miss out on all the money? Fat fucking chance.

Lucifer was driving, he needed to get away for a little while to clear his head. He needed to do something that has nothing to do with work.

That was until he got turned around and didn't seem to recognize where he was.

Lucifer: Fuck.

He pulled over and started looking at his GPS to see if he could see where the fuck he was. Then there was a knock on his passenger window. He jumped and rolled it down.

Lucifer: Yes?

Adam leaned down making sure to give a good view of his assets and gave the handsome blonde man a sweet smile. He could tell from the car alone the man had money so he could definitely pay.

Adam playfully bit his lip: You looking for a date tonight handsome?~

Lucifer looked at the man leaning down and holy Hell was he gorgeous, with soft brown hair, honey brown nearly golden eyes and that perfect smile tied it all together.

Hello hello beautiful.

[heartshapes]

its really when i go out and actually have a good time that i realize it’s not going out that i hate but going out with my parents

[electricswamp]

good evnin’ tumblr babes

[pepaldi]

What lovely way to honour him.

In loving memory of Bob Saget - scleroderma champion, SRF Board member and beloved friend.

Bob was unparalleled in his generosity and dedication to the mission of the SRF and will be remembered for his deep compassion, uncommon kindness and huge heart.

Every donation received in memory of Bob will be matched, dollar-for-dollar, up to $1.5 million, thanks to a gift from fellow SRF Board Members, Luke Evnin, PhD and Deann Wright, who were inspired by the generous outpouring of love and admiration from friends, family, and fans seeking to honor Bob’s legacy following his passing on January 9, 2022.

All gifts will directly support the SRF's research programs so that one day we will have a cure for scleroderma.

To donate off-line, send checks to:

Scleroderma Research Foundation – Bob Saget Tribute

220 Montgomery Street, Suite 484

San Francisco, CA 94104

TAX ID # 68-0087234

Please contact info@srfcure.org if you have any questions.

You can also donate via their website.

[madforfashiondude]

Legendary Hip-Hop Artist Black Thought of The Roots to Give Free Master Classes for MCs from February 3-5, 2020

Legendary Hip-Hop Artist Black Thought of The Roots to Give Free Master Classes for MCs from February 3-5, 2020

Classes are Part of Carnegie Hall’s Series of Artist Training Workshops and Provides Unique Opportunity for Rising Artists to Train with Black Thought, Developing Artistry, Examining Technical Skills, and Exploring the History of Hip-Hop MCs Invited to Apply by December 6; Applications Now Open Online

Carnegie Hall’s Weill Music Institute announced that legendary hip-hop artist Black Th…

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Junkit mix martins

#JUNKIT MIX MARTINS HOW TO#

#JUNKIT MIX MARTINS FULL#

The cabaret superstar and winner of the 2012 Edinburgh TOAST Award returns for a third time to the Afterglow Festival. In A Voice and Nothing More he unveils brand new pop songs, old stories and contemporary absurdist arias.

#JUNKIT MIX MARTINS HOW TO#

With v's inimitable sandpaper tongue Mx Bond purrs, scratches and sprays in this jazz-inspired rumination on the power of instinct and how to land on all four feet after a real hard fall-even without opposable thumbs! Have you been spayed or neutered? With Matt Ray.īeckoning the audience into a labyrinth of memories and visions, acclaimed singer and performing artist Joseph Keckler brings the banal to an operatic intensity through a distinctive blend of narratives, media and music. Dan Fishback's Socialist Queer Utopia Family Circus will make you want to start an anti-capitalist non-biological outlaw family of your own. Featuring deadpan stand-up comedian Becky Eklund, computer virus/drag disaster Chris Tyler and politcial cabaret songbird Santiago Venegas. Songwriter and performance artist Dan Fishback ringleads a team of scrappy emerging queer performers in a bratty DIY roadshow of songs, stories, complaints, screeds, manifestos and failures.

Dan Fishback's Socialist Queer Utopia Family Circus.

Starring Justin Vivian Bond, Dan Fishback, Lady Rizo, Joseph Keckler, Amber Martin, Jill Pangallo, Erin Markey, Chris Tyler, Becky Eklund, Santiago Venegas, Greg Potter & Enid Ellen, Paul Dawson, PJ DeBoy, musical director Matt Ray and revelatory surprises." Dan Fishback Everything you know is wrong and S + C set the Akashic record straight. Taking names and dropping them like their hot will be the divine order of the evening.

#JUNKIT MIX MARTINS FULL#

A full festival pass, plus admission to the opening-night benefit party is $500.Ĭosmic comics Stella Starsky + Quinn Cox rip back the veil to reveal some universal truthiness and provide a privileged peek into what the stars of this year’s Afterglow Festival have in store. Single tickets for all shows are $30, while two-show passes are available for $54, and a pass for all 15 shows is $360. Participating artists include authors and astrological consultants Stella Starsky and Quinn Cox, Matt Ray, Dan Fishback, Chris Tyler, Santiago Venegas, Becky Eklund, Bond ( Kiki & Herb: Alive on Broadway), Joseph Keckler, Lady Rizo, Yair Evnine, Ray Rizzo, Molly Pope, Max Steele, Erin Markey, Mike Albo, Amber Martin, Brett Every, Nath Ann Carrera, Jill Pangallo (directed by Mike Albo), Penny Arcade, Lance Horne, as well as MATTACHINE with Angela Di Carlo, Paul Dawson and PJ DeBoy. Afterglow offers a mix of established and under-the-radar performers who push the boundaries of innovative art. 15, the annual festival is conceived by John Cameron Mitchell and Quinn Cox.

[autistocracy]

clockin out fer tha evnin

[sweetlilpaulie]

My Beautiful Boy

Request for insecure Paul X Reader

Warnings: Language

Enjoy, my cuties.

~~~

“See ya later Macca!”

Paul waved, and headed home from the studio. Today had been a long day, but a successful one, nonetheless. He was feeling sleepy, yet content.

That is, till he saw the newspaper on his way back. 

He never really paid any attention to the papers, but that picture was seared into his mind. 

Apparently, they had found out about his little escapade last night. 

Horrified, he realized that was him, drunk and stoned at a bar, and an incredibly unflattering photo to prove it.

He noticed that most of this paper was gone, which made him feel even worse. 

“How much?” he pointed to the paper.

“Eight Pence.”

He pulled out the last of the papers. 

“I’ll buy all of them.”

The man raised his eyebrow, but said nothing and he took his money.

“Have a good evnin’ Paul.”

Paul froze on the spot, picturing the wide smirk on the man’s face.

“You a’swell.” he muttered and walked off with papers in his hand. 

~~~

After he had burned the last of them, he finally went home, feeling miserable.

(y/n) was playing an Elvis record, and cooking pasta with a creme sauce. When she heard the door open, she grinned. 

Walking to the lounge, she saw Paul. 

A very tired and grouchy looking Paul.

“Ello, Dearest. How was the studio? Did ya get a lot done?”

She sat on the corner of the of the loveseat in which Paul was not taking up.

“Paulie? Are you alright? You look tired.”

“Yes, (y/n) thank you for pointing out the obvious.”

She jumped off the seat as if it had suddenly turned into a poisonous snake.

“Jesus, what’s got ya in such a touchy mood?”

His features softened. “m’ sorry. I’m just....mnofeelin’goodaboutmeself.” he barely mumbled.

Sitting on the floor next to the couch, she combed her fingers through his hair. This made him feel a little relaxed. “What, darling? Didn’t understand.” she smiled at him. Her eyes gave him comfort. 

“I saw a newspaper. Last night...”

“Don’t look at that trash. People don’t know shit...”

“Doll...”

Sighing, she murmured “Go on.”

“There was a picture of me. Look, I know I’m always teasing ya you only wanted me cause of my good looks. But, really why did you? I don’t seem to have anything going for me.”

It hurt to say the words. He didn’t like to face the truth.

She slapped him in the arm.

“Ow!”

“Shut up would ya? Now listen to me. You’re beautiful. The most handsome man I have ever met. If you don’t think so, look around! Girls would die, to touch that pretty face of yours! You are a wonderful man. And no, I don’t date people just because they are attractive. You are also loving, and kind and funny and incredibly talented and brilliant and....”

(y/n) flung her arms around frustratedly as she said all of this.

“...James Paul McCartney, you are the most wonderful partner I have ever had. I’ve never loved so deeply and felt so loved in my life. So don’t you dare say you have nothing, because you are my everything.”

At this point, Paul had tears in his eyes. Wiping them quickly, he laughed. 

“I feel so weak. Can’t even do anything without cryin’.” 

“Cry love, don’t be afraid to cry.” she wrapped her arms around his head and gave his hairline and face a million kisses. 

“I love you soooo much.”

He pulled her up and sat her down on his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and held her close. 

“I love you to the moon and back.”

They sat there holding each other.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Paul said after a while.

“I bought the paper.”

“What?! Why?!”

“So, I could burn them.”

Her scowl turned to a grin. 

“You rascal, you.”

~~~

Woot! Hope you enjoyed. This was a lot of fun, it feels good to write again.