#Holliday Park

[raincliffs]

Colton , Senior

[tonyvasquez]

Band of Horses and the Carriers at Rock The Ruins

[demifiendrsa]

Mickey 17 | Official Trailer

Synopsis

The unlikely hero, Mickey Barnes has found himself in the extraordinary circumstance of working for an employer who demands the ultimate commitment to the job… to die, for a living.

[leviabeat]

Wait a Minute... Let's Tour! Live at the Observatory North Park, San Diego, CA, 2021

Part 3 of ?

Doc Holliday

Parts 1 2 [ 3 ] 4 5

[gagfadget]

Here’s some burlesque dancers that I want to share that aren’t Dita Von Teese:

✨Simone Delmar✨

@simonedelmar on insta

If she looks familiar it’s because she’s the woman who flashed Lestat in episode 2 of iwtv. I’ve seen her live and she’s amazing!

✨Ariana Amour✨

@lovejustlied on insta

A trans woman astrologist and psychic who also does burlesque on the side.

✨Winona J Fox✨

@winonajfox on insta

A Latina burlesque dancer who’s also a show producer and entrepreneur.

✨Indie Sinclair✨

@indie-sinclair on insta

If you like more horror and shock in your burlesque shows then you’ll dig her.

✨Dirty Martini✨

@dirtymartininyc on both here and insta

Literally in love with her and she’s a big inspiration of mine and makes me want to do burlesque 😭

✨Perle Noir✨

@theperlenoir on insta

My biggest inspiration. She’s an icon and has been doing burlesque for a while now. She also teaches how to find healing through seduction and burlesque.

✨Flower Bomb✨

@ohmyflowerbomb on insta

Korean dancer who also teaches at a burlesque school in Seoul. Obsessed with her.

✨Gigi Holliday✨

@gigiholliday on insta

A non-binary dancer who I found not to long again through Duane Park’s insta. Also obsessed with them 😭

✨Onyx Noir✨

@superflybrowngirl on insta

Another performer I found through Duane Park not to long ago. She’s also an insane aerialist and too beautiful to look at ♥️

I’ll add more later but these are the ones I can think off the top of my head rn ♥️

[sluttery-withoutshame]

39 seconds of Eric Singer magic.

Another edit for @mindofotherstars, who discovered this gem, SOMEHOW, I don’t know.

But it seems to be ground zero for Eric’s entire career.

“That was in ’84. I entered a Carmine Appice drum contest in LA in September ’84. I remember it was a radio station, I think it was KLOS, you sent in a tape and from that they picked 50 people – 15 girls and 35 guys.

“They had you play at a Guitar Center in the parking lot, they set up two drum kits, one double bass kit, one single bass kit. Out of that they picked the finalists. Steven Adler was in the contest. He didn’t get picked for the finals, I remember he was upset. His mother went up to Carmine Appice, ‘How come my son Steven didn’t get picked?’ I was standing right on the sidewalk next to him while his mother was asking Carmine. It had to be an awkward moment.

“The funny thing was, three years later he’s in the biggest band in the world, so you never know how things are going to turn out. After that, fast forward, I made the finals, I didn’t win, I took third place. Some girl asked Carmine for my number, so the next day I got a call, ‘Hey, I got your number from Carmine Appice and I’m doing this video for Playboy magazine, they’re doing all these videos called women of rock.’

“I did it with a girl called Brenda Lee Holliday. Being in that drum contest, that’s how I got discovered. The guy that played bass in the video, Ray Marzano, had played with Lita. His girlfriend was Lita’s best friend. Randy Castillo was her drummer. Ray goes, ‘Randy quit, Lita doesn’t even know it yet, she’s in England with Tony Iommi,’

[odbuoyjemmity]

Nevermoor Dashboard

Wundrous-Society-Official

Golder's Night is next week! Don't forget to take part with a chance of winning a favour from the Wundrous Society! A night of fun for everyone.

gigi-stan

does anyone know if holliday wu is looking for a seventh girlfriend

blue-suit-4ever

its chanda kali with the six boyfriends. how do you know she's even gay?

gigi-stan

barty, she has an undercut and like. six piercings. if she's not into women i will cry for a week

blue-suit-4ever

isn't that stereotyping?

gigi-stan

bitch

blue-suit-4ever

blocked

gigi-stan

wait unblock me. i have to tell you something

blue-suit-4ever

what?

gigi-stan

bitch

i-miss-jemmity-park

okay but why is lsj so obsessed with a thirteen year old. isnt that kinda sus

eldritch

she is a wundersmith. it's a serious risk and we're all in danger

i-miss-jemmity-park

she literally has food on her face in that one photo. also dont you make edits of The Wundersmith with flower crowns

eldritch

they're ironic

i-miss-jemmity-park

you called him daddy

i-miss-jemmity-park

guys they blocked me

gigi-stan

i can't believe gigi is making another album and going on tour with st nicholas. so hyped

blue-suit-4ever

typical sellout. wonder how much she's getting off of underpaid elvish labour

gigi-stan

actually! the elves have a union now source

blue-suit-4ever

they're going to go on strike. they're not in a union yet. don't you see how this is going to distract everyone from their strike anyway?

offical-concerned-citizens-of-nevermoor

The Wundrous Society controls our governments and aren't accountable to anyone. Their cover-ups of hollowpox attacks only prevents the victims seeking justice from their assailants!

burns-with-the-fire-etc

K

murder-of-crows

U

no-retreat

N

polylingual

T

murder-of-crows

mahir. no

burns-with-the-fire-etc

mahir keep going

foxlore

it's actually really disheartening to see the rise in anti-wunimal sentiment since the beginning of the hollowpox. my aunt was spat on in the supermarket two days ago and no one said anything about it

king-louis

actually i don't care if crow and squall take over nevermoor. steed is so bad at his job i kinda want to see him get deposed

no-retreat

squall killed a bunch of people just fyi. crow probably wouldn't. i think

murder-of-crows

thanks, thaddea

foxlore

oh my god i hate the brolly rail so much

goosey-goosey-gander

what happened

foxlore

mmh. fuckin leg

murder-of-crows

in courage square doing 'it'. and by 'it' i mean. arson

[rockwgooglyeyes]

waiter! more fun facts about your alnst ocs, please (if it's okay)! how do they fare with physical activities? what songs would they listen to in a modern au? and any other info that you'd like to throw in!

Yeah of course, Anon!! Thanks so much for asking, it's always a ball talking about my little creachers *shakes up the cardboard shoebox that I keep them in*

Dian & Nausikaa are both very good at physical activity in general (Dian is great at dancing as well as most sports if he puts effort in lmao. Nausikaa is very skilled at martial arts as well as swimming/climbing) whereas Nyx is really only good at endurance sports (he's a runner. he's decently fast but the biggest skill he has is running for a long time). Asuka is pretty athletic but he can't do certain sports because of his hypermobility (he will dislocate something, poor boy) and he can't do anything requiring good coordination (Kio @solei-eclipse is helping him with that though). Faisal is fit enough to not be out of breath after going up a few flights of stairs but he doesn't enjoy physical activity and avoids it when possible. He is a drummer so he has pretty good stamina but *shrugs* he does not like exercise. Yumi is not really allowed to exercise by Beau but she's pretty agile/flexible in situations where she's allowed to show that off (I mean, she has really good reaction time).

For the modern AU music taste:

Asuka listens to vocaloid/hyperpop/j-rock and j-pop, as well as jazz and big band music (billie holliday, nina simone, nat king cole) because he's a chaotic motherfucker.

Dian listens to soul/pop/r&b I think? He seems like the type who would pretty much listen to sad music and love songs exclusively. Maybe he even dabbles a little in folk but I dunno

Faisal listens to hip-hop mostly I think but he probably also listens to some rock and alternative stuff and metal? (i don't listen to much metal. like at all. it hurts my head) but like Linkin Park, Childish Gambino, De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest, Queen Latifah, Hozier, to name a few.

Nausikaa listens to literally anything. She has no preferences. She mostly listens to Itsaso when it comes to music recommendations so she probably listens to classical/bedroom pop mostly? (sorry @lookatmysillies just making assumptions about your girl's music taste lmao)

Nyx is an eighties/nineties grunge/rock/alternative bitch lmao. Garbage, Smashing Pumpkins, the Cure, Elliott Smith, Weezer, the Breeders, the Pixies, that sort of stuff.

Yumi listens pretty much exclusively to classical music BUT that is not by choice. If she had her way, she would listen to late 20th century rock (blondie, the gogo's, syd barrett, the beatles, david bowie, queen, that sort of thing)

If anyone has questions about these, let me know, I'm happy to give context/expand on anything! :D

[ryiju-muunie]

Park that car, drop that phone, sleep on the floor, dream about me

Werewolf!Zoro Roronoa/Sanji Vinsmoke Warnings: Humor, romance, crack treated seriously, bonding, accidental confession, happy ending, fluff, it gets sappy, cuddling Word count: 3260 DESC: Sanji tames a werewolf, who tamed his heart [awww]

I know it's November I just forgot to post this on Halloween

NOTES: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! I wasn't gonna post anything but I HAVE TO ITS MY FAVORITE HOLLIDAY!!! I love the idea of werewolf Zoro and I especially love the idea of werewolf Zoro being unhinged as hell [you'll see].I hope you enjoy this! Comment your favorite part mine is the spray bottle [you'll also see]. Have a safe Halloween.

I have something important to show you. Come to my house, the doors open - Zoro

It was a weird letter to receive, first off. But it was especially weird to Sanji who received it at 9 o’clock at night when he was almost ready for bed. The paper was slid underneath his door and a loud knock erupted through his apartment, before it fell eerily silent. This time of year always freaked him out, with the longer nights and cold chills that sent goosebumps down his arms. Not to mention, all the pumpkins. He just hated pumpkin flavored shit, what could he say?

He braced himself for whatever the moss for brains had planned and got dressed, walking out of his apartment. The drive to Zoro’s was always quick, for how deep into the woods he lived. It was just on the outskirts of town, covered in brush and barely visible. The house itself was tall and rickety, barely being held together with nothing but spare wood planks and determination. The paint was peeling and chipped, with bars on the windows. 

The bars… Sanji didn’t remember those being there the last time he was over. He shook his head and pulled into the driveway. It must have been some new decorations for halloween, or whatever. 

The man got out of his car and walked to the front door, where it was open. Dangerous and stupid like Zoro, he thought. But he brushed it all down and walked inside, letting the darkness consume him. It wasn’t super dark inside, but dull. No lights aside from one candle lit and set on an armoire in the front hallway that led to the stairs. It was creepy, it was something out of his nightmares. 

“Marimo?” Sanji called, looking up to see if there was a light on upstairs, a signal that the other one was alive and not playing some dastardly trick on him. It had to be a prank to try and get the blonde into the halloween spirit, and he wasn’t having any of it. It was mean and it was annoying, and damn, he was going to punch Zoro after this. 

“Up here,” a gruff voice shouted back, letting a wave of relief flow through Sanji’s body. He pressed his lips together and went up the steep steps of the stairs, careful not to trip on how close together they were. 

The upstairs was darker, making it hard to see where Zoro was calling from. But the blonde had been around his place enough times to know where his room was, feeling in the dark for the doorknob. He grabbed the handle and pushed it open to see the moss-head standing over his bedside, tying a chain around the first bedpost by the front of the bed. There were chains on either bedpost at the foot of the mattress, all long enough with cuffs attached to … 

“I’m not playing with whatever sick shit you’re trying to do here,” Sanji frowned, crossing his arms over his chest at the sight. 

“It’s not for you,” Zoro replied with disinterest as he finished fastening the rest of the chain to the last post. He turned to look over his shoulder, eyes blown out with something akin to anxiety, “I just need your help setting up, and well, if you set up I gotta tell you.” 

“Tell me what,” he prodded. 

“Robin typically helps me,” the moss continued, ignoring his friend and shrugging off his shirt, “But she’s out of town for the rest of the month, so now it’s gonna be you.” They made eye contact and Sanji could have sworn he saw the other man shake as he dropped his shirt and began to work on his pants. 

“Zoro put your shirt back on,” Sanji narrowed his eyes, “What am I helping you with? What are you telling me!?” He tried to ask, to continue on, but he was cut off when Zoro, did in fact, drop his pants, “Oh, you’re disgusting,” the blonde shuddered. 

“I need you to cuff me to the chains,” Zoro sat down on the bed and watched his friend who was avoiding eye contact, “And then stand really far back.” 

“Can you tell me why I’m doing any of this?” He raised an eyebrow and walked forward anyway, taking a cuff in his hands and locking it around his green-haired friend’s wrist. The other man shifted to lie on his back so Sanji could cuff the rest of his limbs. 

“Technically, I can. But you need to see it to believe it,” his argument was stupid, but the blonde sighed and went along with it anyway. Once Zoro was chained up as per his own request, Sanji hastily made his way to the far corner of the room, warily watching the other man. He seemed nervous about the whole ordeal, oddly jittery for someone who was always so stoically annoying.

Then it started. Almost seemingly as the old grandfather clock in the corner turned to midnight Zoro let out a gasp and strained against his restraints, trying to break away from the hold it had on him. The curly-browed man stared in horror as his friend groaned and shifted in pain, before he simply … turned into a wolf. It wasn’t grotesque and there wasn’t much show to it. He very much poofed into a large werewolf, tied up to the bed and snapping. Foam dribbled from his mouth and canines glittered in the pale light. 

“Oh my fuck,” Sanji stared, slowly feeling behind him for the doorknob to escape. Zoro’s dog form slowly turned to watch him, before lunging as much as he could go. He pulled the bed and attempted to bite, snarling and chomping the air with malice. The blonde found the doorknob and threw the door open, rushing downstairs toward the front door. He had to get out of there, he had to leave, to protect himself! Zoro would be fine, right? He could handle it!

But as he held onto the front door, letting out shuddering breaths, Sanji couldn’t find it in his heart to leave. There was something so disheartening about the anxious way the moss stared outside, shaking with fear before he was about to transform. Like he knew he was going to do something he regretted, so he was forced to tie himself up. He wanted to be there for his friend forever and always, even if it was in ways he knew weren’t ever reciprocated. And clearly he was in a violent daze, because the real Zoro would die before ever attacking someone without reason. 

Maybe he could break it. The thought rang in Sanji’s head once, before taking over his mind. I mean, he had seen enough Cesar Millan to know how to train dogs. And Yonji had always begged for a dog when they were younger, so he grew up with a rather large St. Bernard always running him over with little care for him and his well being. He could do this. He could defeat Zoro’s haze and get him to at least not be as violent, maybe even more normal. 

The blonde looked up to the stairs, where he heard a mix of barking, whining, snapping, and howling all from the werewolf’s bedroom. It was creepy, but he was going to power through. So he went to the kitchen and found his new armor for the night. Tongs, so he wouldn’t have to put his hands anywhere near the beast. A pillow taped to his front as the actual armor. Oven mitts, to protect said hands. Bacon bits, as a bribery. And a spray bottle, as the last resort. 

He crept up the stairs and peaked inside the room, where Zoro had gotten ahold of a pillow and was ripping it to shreds with his teeth, sending bits of stuffing everywhere with the shake of his head. Sanji swallowed at the sight and braced himself, knowing what he had to do. 

He inhaled and stepped inside, clearing his throat to get the mutts attention, “Moss! I’ve co-” And before he could speak Zoro started barking, throwing himself at the blonde and trying to attack without a second thought. Thankfully, those chains and handcuffs were strong enough to keep him at bay, and strong enough that he didn’t lunge too far. 

“Okay, okay, who wants a treat?” Sanji raised his oven mitted hand, which held tongs, which held a bacon bit. The werewolf sniffed the air for a moment then bared his teeth, snarling when the blonde attempted to approach him any further. He threw the treat at his friend, who caught it, ate it, enjoyed it, then went back to barking. 

“Okay shut up,” Sanji tried but he was cut off with more barking, “Moss I said- SHUT UP YOU DAMN DOG, GODDAMMIT!” He pulled out the spray bottle, spraying Zoro once. The [might I add very green] werewolf paused and tilted his head, going to bark but he was silenced with another spray, “SHUT UP! OKAY? BARK! YEAH I CAN BARK TOO!” Another spray, “BARK BARK BARK!” While he sprayed, “JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN BARK DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE SPECIAL! I CAN BARK!” He continued to douse the mutt until they were staring at each other, one sopping with water, and one incredulously panting.

Zoro raised his dog eyebrows and blinked a few times, opening his mouth to even think about barking, but was quickly sprayed again, “I can do this all night doggy,” the man narrowed his eyes and raised his tongs, with another bacon bit encapsulated in its grasp, “Now who wants a treat?” 

The moss’s tail started to wag, his mouth opening and tongue lolling from its clutching, “Of course you do,” Sanji threw him the treat and became pleasantly surprised when he ate it and smiled [as much as a wolf can smile], “You’re nothing but a pig.” At that Zoro growled, furrowing his eyes and flattening his ears. The blonde didn’t cower though, because he saw the werewolf’s tail wagging, giving him a clue he was all bark and no bite [get it].

“Okay now if I let you out, you can’t bite me, okay?” Sanji cautiously approached his friend, whos tail sped up in small circles underneath him as he baby talked, “Cause I’ll fucking skin you, yes I will,” he laughed when Zoro frowned, but nuzzeled his snout against the blondes front regardless. 

Never was the moss for brains this clingy, but he seemed grateful. The way Zoro’s nose pressed against his friend's stomach and his eyes looked up showed he was trying to thank him in some way, for breaking whatever haze he was under. For taming him. Sanji hesitated for a moment then placed his hand over top of his werewolf’s forehead, lightly combing through the thick strands of forest green. 

“God you probably need a bath,” the man sneered playfully, unclasping the handcuffs at his front, then moving to the foot of the bed to get the rest. Zoro flopped onto his side and stood up, shaking a bit and letting random twigs and leaves fall from his coat. Sanji didn’t question it but exhaled relief. This was one hell of a night. 

“So,” he clasped his hands together, “I should probably walk you or something,” the werewolf perked up and leaned forward, so he was in the stereotypical play pose [butt in the air with his head down], barking like an idiot. His tail hit the wall behind him with a loud thump, causing his friend to stare at him silently for a few minutes, “...Seriously? You’re that excited over a walk?” 

Zoro barked playfully in response, eyes wide with excitement. 

“God, okay-okay. Do you have a collar or leash I could use?” At that the dog snapped, causing Sanji to raise his hands in mock surrender, “Fine. Just don’t wander. At all.”

The two found themselves outside, greeted with the dark world around them. Now it made sense to Sanji, why his friend bought those metal bars or lived in the middle of butt fuck no where [outskirts of town, but it has the same vibe]. The grass was freshly cut and damp underneath his feet as he perched down, watching as Zoro ran around like a maniac. The wind blew his fluffy fur back and his tongue hung out as he ran in circle after circle after circle. There had to be so much pent up energy from all that transforming, the blonde wouldn’t be surprised if he conked out then and there. 

Zoro came up to the curly-browed man and jumped, placing his large front paws on his chest. He wheezed out a response before stumbling and falling back into the grass with a small thud, “Oh you.. Big bitch,” Sanji heaved, leaning his head back against the blades of green. 

The werewolf laid beside him with a heavy sigh, before barking to get the male's attention. He looked up and watched as the dog flipped himself onto his side and started to roll around. Sanji propped himself onto his elbows and gazed with a new fondness as Zoro rolled around, picking himself up to run around a bit, before plopping back down in the same spot and rolling on his back. He was like a new person. He was free. 

It was cute in a way to watch Zoro without a care in the world, lounge and run as if he had no responsibilities. Moments like these pulled at Sanji’s heart and made him never want to leave, made him never want to acknowledge the depth to which his feelings ran. The lengths in which his feelings delved to, turning from something platonic into something more. It was stupid to think the moss would ever realize, or even feel the same way. So he preferred to keep his feelings locked away in a box where they could never come out. 

“God,” Sanji let out a laugh, wiping some damp grass from his cheek as Zoro came to plop down beside him on his back, “You’re so stupid…” He smiled down at the dog, who opened his mouth and barked in response, “I don’t know why I love an idiot like you.” 

Time froze after he spoke. 

Sanji didn’t mean to say that. He didn’t mean for it to come out. It just slipped from his tongue in a moment that felt too natural, too right. In a moment that felt as though it was made for him and Zoro to share. As if everything in the universe happened to lead up to that moment, to confess. But he didn’t mean to. 

Zoro sat up and tilted his head to the side, letting green ears flop on his forehead, “What? I didn’t say anything, moss. You’re looking at me weird.” An embarrassed blush crept onto the blonde's cheeks as he sat up himself and brushed some hair behind his ear, “I said nothing.” 

The werewolf extended his paw and attempted to put it on his friend's shoulder, but he missed and ended up continuously pawing him to get attention instead. They made eye contact with something sincere in Zoro’s eyes, as if he was trying so hard to speak. He opened his mouth and closed it furiously, trying to will the words to come out instead of garbled whines that followed suit.

If only he understood dog, Sanji supposed. 

Being rejected by someone while they were a werewolf stung, he knew that much. But he hoped that maybe this whole night would be nothing but a faint memory for Zoro, that he’d recall none of it and the blonde could die happy.

“You don’t have to say it,” the man spoke for him, “You don’t have to say anything. You probably won’t even remember this,” knowing his luck the moss-head definitely would, “I’ll be okay.” Sanji put on a smile and put his hand on his friend's head, ruffling the fur, “Maybe we should go inside and I’ll tuck you in for bed, wittle baby.” 

At that Zoro snarled, with his tail up in a zig-zag motion. 

The man stood up and let the werewolf lead him inside and travel up the stairs to his bed which had seen better days. The green-furred wolf jumped onto his mattress and started to dig on it to make it more comfortable, although with his paws he was going to make a hole in no time. Sanji stood by the doorway and watched fondly, seeing him curl up into a ball before stretching out against the far side of the bed. Leaving plenty of … room.

“I’m not staying here,” to which Zoro whined and pressed his head into the bed, “You can survive on your own for a night, Marimo.” He crossed his arms as if to say that was final, although Sanji wished he could let himself say yes. That he could let this mean more than he knew it was going to mean. The moss whined again and sat up, lifting his paw in the air and attempting to grab at him. But there was so much distance, it fell flat.

“I can sleep downstairs,” he proposed to a dissatisfied bark, “You want me to sleep in the bed!?” Zoro nodded his head and let his tail wag, barking to signal a yes. God, he was so clingy as a dog.

“I’m not.” 

Bark. 

“I said I’m not, idiot!” 

Another, louder bark. 

“Zoro you- you- fine! Okay! Fine. But when you turn human put on some fucking boxers, okay!?” Sanji marched into the room, against all the protests in his head telling him to turn away, and he sat on the edge of the bed, “And keep your distance you smell like wet dog.” 

The two found themselves cozied in bed, Zoro pressed against the wall while Sanji attempted to lay by the edge, with his back to his friend. The blanket covered both of them and smelled so much of Marimo, it was intoxicating. He couldn’t help but indulge in the scent for a little bit, since it would only be for that night. 

Every so often the werewolf would stretch and whine, gently pawing at his friends back. As if he was asking him to come just a little closer. Break the distance just a little bit. As much as he wanted to, Sanji tried to feign sleep and push him away. When sleep did hit him, it was dreamless and dark. Something quiet, almost like a warm blanket had taken over his mind and trapped him in a void of nothingness. 

When he awoke, something was different. There was a new warmth pressed against his back, a hand underneath his shirt rubbing circles on his stomach, and a nose pressed against the nape of his neck. It was perfect, it was heaven, it was right. As if everything Sanji had ever done had led up to this moment, to every moment with that blundering moss. 

It didn’t even register in his head that this warmth was Zoro in human form, or the idiot did not put on boxers like he had agreed to. 

It all came to ahead though, when he felt a pair of lips pressed against his neck, in a chaste yet loving kiss. And he heard those words, “I love you too.”

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The Trump Family

[agronzky]

⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ♡

⠀⠀⠀send me ✧ or "STAR ME!" and i'll put in bold the activity or action my muse would rather do with your muse. in case of multimuse, please specify which one. ♡

having a night out or having a night in // go to the cinema or have a picnic in a park // having dinner in a good restaurant or cooking at home // swimming in a pool or going to the beach // text about the day or do a videocall // have a holliday together on a big city or have a holliday together in a farm // travelling to a tropical country or travelling to a snowy country // going to a concert or an afternoon of shopping // spending a day on a library or spending a day practicing a new sport // having a coffee together or having a cocktail together // going to an art gallery or going to an history museum

[drghostwrite]

Hello, can I please request Jane Rizzoli x fem reader. Reader is the new homicide detective at BPD and Jane's new partner. She is seen putting her things on Barry's old desk (after Frost dies), and Jane yells at her. So reader keeps her distance from Jane. Meanwhile, korsak, Maura, and Frankie all get to know her and end up really liking her. (Maura talks to Jane, and Jane ends up apologising, and j and r end up really close.) (Then idk how to end this, lol.)

Wait, I love this idea, like I'm kinda upset I didn't think of it sooner lol...

Pairing: Rizzoli & Isles x reader

Summary: You just read over it above. :)

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You pulled into the parking lot down the street from BPD stepping out of your Jeep and making your way into HQ. As soon as you walked in you felt overdressed, you were used to the BAU, where suits were everywhere, and with you being unit chief it was typical of you to wear something that stood out, whether out of the norm colors or some muted but outgoing patterns. Today you went a little safer but still a nice tailored Italian suit with a window pane check pattern, a white button-up, and matching white heels, it was simple but enough to make you stand out. You saw heads turn and watched as you showed your badge and made your way upstairs, the elevator ride was quiet up by yourself was quiet, but as soon as those metal doors slid open you felt at home, it was chaotic. Still, you chased serial killers all over the country this seemed like a cakewalk to you.

You walked through the set of glass doors to where the detectives desks were, Cavanaugh had told you early just to pick a desk that was open, and you would be assigned your partner or squad later, you looked around and found an open desk that faced another desk it seemed pretty empty except for the action figure placed next to the computer. You set your purse on the chair and made your way into the computer room at the other end, walking in you saw a small group of three crowded around the front desk, a younger man, fair-skinned with raven hair and deep eyes, a younger black woman with gorgeous curls and an older gentleman. As you entered they all looked at you with trained eyes.

"Hey so I'm not sure who Jane Rizzoli is, I'm with but I'm the new homicide detective, Y/N Pierce." you spoke up.

"The transfer from the FBI?" spoke up the older man.

"Yep that's me." you smiled.

"Your my sister's new partner. Nice to meet you I'm Frankie," the younger man offered you his hand to shake.

"I'm Vincent Korsak but feel free to call me Vince, welcome to the team." spoke the other man.

"And I guess that leaves me, I'm Nina Holliday, and I know what it's like to be the new girl so if you need anything let me know."

"Thanks I appreciate that," you both smiled in response.

Before anyone could say anything else, a drop-dead gorgeous woman stepped through the door, strawberry blonde hair laid perfectly and breathtaking amber eyes, she quickly spotted you and nodded but continued to talk to the team.

"Hey guys I got the tox reports back," she flicked open the folder handing it to Nina.

"Etomidate?" they all gave confused looks.

"Wait like the drug used during surgeries... It's a CNS depressant but it's used for minor procedures because it doesn't last as long."

"Um...Yea." She studied you with precise eyes as everyone else started at you wondering how in the world you knew that. Before anyone could say anything a woman rushed in the room, "Guys there's been another murder, we gotta go."

Everyone looked to you, "Jane I'm assuming." and they all nodded, everyone rushed from the room, leaving just you and the doctor and she stopped you on your way out the door.

"I'm Dr. Maura Isles, by the way, chief medical examiner."

"I would say Unit Chief SSA Pierce but my FBI days are over," you looked into those amber eyes and your breath caught in your throat, this woman was going to be the death of you and you barely knew each other, "I would love to tell you about it but I guess my new partner has other plans." you gave her your signature smirk and turned to leave but she flashed you a wide smile and chuckled, "Yea that's Jane for you."

----time jump----

Three hours later and you were returning to the precinct, you could tell it was taking a toll on everyone, it was a pretty gruesome crime scene but something felt familiar to you. Jane told you she was going down to see Maura but then she'd be up, you quickly made your way upstairs with everyone and sat at the empty desk, you logged on the computer and started looking at the board they had set up, you were talking with Korsak and Frankie reclining in the desk chair looking at a file when Jane came in. You stood up and almost bumped into her as she stood frozen in place.

"What're you doing?"

"I'm sorry." you responded curious.

"Why are you using that desk?"

"Cavanaugh just told me to find a desk, luckily i found the one closest to you."

“No, no you can’t sit there that’s my partners desk he… he…”

“I am your partner.”

“I… just leave okay please just find somewhere else.”

you studied her and grabbed your jacket moving over to Frankie’s desk as he motioned to you, she sat down and didn’t look as everyone returned to working.

“There’s a story there,” Frankie spoke up.

“Yea I figured, it’s all good though I have to make some calls and then I’ll be back let me know if you hear anything.”

“Will do.”

Your walked out of the room towards the elevator, you recognized some things from past cases but you needed to talk to Maura to confirm you suspicions. When you stepped on the elevator the woman inside greeted you she was carrying a division one cafe apron as she gave you a big smile.

“Haven’t seen you around here before, ya new?” She asked

“Yep, I’m the new homicide detective.”

“Oh no way my kids both work up there, I’m sure you’ve met them though.”

“Rizzoli?”

“that’s them!” She said with a proud smile. “So where ya from?”

“Well I actually loved from Quantico, Virginia where I worked for the FBI but I grew up in Seattle.”

“Oh that’s so cool.”

“Oh yea, I loved my job.”

Just then the doors dinged open and you quickly stepped out making your way to Dr. Isles office. She saw you coming and gave you a big breathtaking smile as you walked in the door.

“Y/N to what do I owe the pleasure.”

“Well for a lovely lady like yourself… maybe dinner at a nice little hole in the wall that I know,” you both laughed, “Honestly I’m down here to ask about some past similarities, these victims seem similar to some I’ve come into contact with before.”

“Oh well here’s everything we have, I can go over it with you if you want.”

“Yea an extra set of eyes would be great.” You started going over the files and a few hours later you realized who the killer was.

“Oh my God, we’ve known this whole time!”

“what?”

“This man he’s the only common denominator I remember writing the case in Chicago and he injected himself into the investigation and he just recently moved here and the killings started, Jane and Frankie talked to him the other day but no one saw the old FBI file the BAU had.”

“Wait so he’s a past killer?”

“Yes, and my team worked tirelessly to catch him but then he went off grid. Maura I need you to get a kit and meet us there, I’ll send you the address I need to get everyone else.” You quickly ran out of the room calling Frankie to tell him, as he told the team you made your way to the unsubs house…

To Be Continued…

[thevividgreenmoss]

One winter she wore a great lynx coat, and in it she moved, menacing and handsome as a Cossack, pacing about in the trap of her vitality. Quarrelsome dreams sometimes rushed through her speech and accounts of wounds she had inflicted with broken glass. And at the White Rose Bar, a thousand cigarettes punctuated her appearances, which, not only in their brilliance but in the fact of their taking place at all, had about them the aspect of magic. Waiting and waiting: that was what the pursuit of her was. One felt like an old carriage horse standing at the entrance, ready for the cold midnight race through the park. She was always behind a closed door—the fate of those addicted to whatever. And then at last she must come forward, emerge in powders and Vaseline, hair twisted with a curling iron, gloves of satin or silk jersey, flowers—the expensive martyrdom of the “entertainer.”

At that time not many of her records were in print, and she was seldom heard on the radio because her voice did not accord with popular taste then. The appearances in nightclubs were a necessity. It was a burden to be there night after night, although not a burden to sing, once she started, in her own way. She knew she could do it, that she had mastered it all, but why not ask the question: Is this all there is? Her work took on, gradually, a destructive cast, as it so often does with the greatly gifted who are doomed to repeat endlessly their own heights of inspiration.

...Her whole life had taken place in the dark. The spotlight shone down on the black, hushed circle in a café; the moon slowly slid through the clouds. Night—working, smiling, in makeup, in long, silky dresses, singing over and over, again and again. The aim of it all is just to be drifting off to sleep when the first rays of the sun’s brightness begin to threaten the theatrical eyelids.

Elizabeth Hardwick on Billie Holliday (from Sleepless Nights)

[autistpride]

How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!

So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.

Actors/actresses/entertainment:

Chloe Hayden

Talia Grant

Rachel Barcellona

Sir Anthony Hopkins

Dan Akroyd

David Byrne

Darryl Hannah

Courtney Love

Jerry Seinfeld

Roseanne Barr

Jennifer Cook

Chuggaaconroy

Stephanie Davis

Rick Glassman

Paula Hamilton

Dan Harmon

Paige Layle

Matthew Labyorteaux

Wentworth Miller

Desi Napoles

Freddie Odom Jr

Kim Peek

Sue Ann Pien

Henry Rodriguez

Scott Steindorff

Ian Terry

Tara Palmer -Tomkinson

Albert Rutecki

Billy West

Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant

Athletes:

Jessica- Jane Applegate

Michael Brannigan

David Campion

Brenna Clark

Ulysse Delsaux

Tommy Dis Brisay

Jim Eisenreich

Todd Hodgetts

John Howard

Anthony Ianni

Lisa Llorens

Clay Matzo

Frankie Macdonald

Jason McElwain

Chris Morgan

Max Park

Cody Ware

Amani Williams

Samuel Von Einem

Musicians:

Susan Boyle

Elizabeth Ibby Grace

David Byrne

Johnny Dean

Tony DeBlois

Christopher Dufley

Jody Dipiazza

Pertti Kurikka

James Jagow

Ladyhawke

Kodi Lee

Left at London

Red Lewis Clark

Abz Love

Thristan Mendoza

Heidi Mortenson

Hikari Oe

Matt Savage

Graham Sierota

SpaceGhostPurp

Mark Tinley

Donald Triplett

Aleksander Vinter

Comedians:

Hannah Gatsby

Robert White

Bethany Black

Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:

Damian Milton

Bram Cohen

Michelle Dawson

Carl Sagan

Writers:

Neil Gaimen

Mel Bags

Kage Baker

Amy Swequenza

M. Remi Yergeau

Sean Barron

Lydia X Z Brown

Matt Burning

Dani Bowman

Nicole Cliffe

Laura Kate Dale

Aoife Dooley

Corrine Duyvus

Marianne Eloise

Jory Flemming

Temple Grandin

John R Hall

Naomi Higashida

Helan Hoang

Liane Holliday Willey

Luke Jackson

Rosie King

Thomas A McKean

Johnathan Mitchell

Jack Monroe

Caiseal Mor

Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu

Jasmine O'Neill

Brant Page Hanson

Dawn Prince-Hughs

Sue Robin

Stephen Shore

Andreas Souvitos

Sarah Stup

Susanna Tamaro

Chuck Tingle

Donna Williams

Leaders:

Julia Bascom

Ari Ne'eman

Sarah Marie Acevedo

Sharon Davenport

Joshua Collins

Conner Cummings

Kevin Healy

Poom Jenson

Amy Knight

Jared O'Mara

David Nelson

Shaun Neumeier

Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz

Jim Sinclair

Judy Singer

Dr. Vernon Smith

Artists:

Miina Akkijjyrkka

Danny Beath

Deborah Berger

Larry John Bissonnette

Patrick Francis

Goby

Jorge Gutierrez

Lina Long

Johnathan Lerman

Julian Martin

Haley Moss

Morgan Harper Nichols

Tim Sharp

Gilles Tehin

Willem Van Genk

Richard Wawro

Poets:

David Eastham

Christopher Knowles

David Miedzianik

Henriette Seth F

[thyunnoticedsposts]

If TMNT mutant mayhem series don't let the boys be emotional for experiencing life, it will be kind of a missed opportunity

Let them be all smiles or even cry when:

They can go shopping now

They can go to parties

They can enjoy sunrise and sunset for the first time

Eat fresh food

Make money

Out door movies

Taking a random stroll

Go to the skateboard park

Enjoy Hollidays normally

Enjoy their birthday normally

[losthavenmine]

Creations from every month of 2023: post your favourite & most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months)

Last year I was tagged by @georgeromeros but for most of 2022 I had taken a break from the blog and so didn't really have posts to list here ;) BUT I was here all this year (you lucky bunnies/poor souls) so here we go for 2023!

January

Most Popular: 'Van Helsing' Grey Werewolf Favourite: Werewolf Compilation Set

February

Most Popular: Doc Holliday Gun Spinning Favourite: 'The Lost Boys' End Fight

March

Most Popular: 'The Lost Boys' Dwayne Favourite: 'The Sum of Us' Kiss

April

Most Popular: Jurassic Park T-Rex Entrance Favourite: Russell Crowe Birthday Set

May

Most Popular: 'An American Werewolf in London' Silly Faces Favourite: 'Virtuosity' and God

June

Most Popular: 'The Lost Boys' You Don't Have to Beat Me, Michael... Favourite: 'Gladiator' Quotes

July

Most Popular: 'Gladiator' My Name Is Maximus... Favourite: Russell Crowe Filmography Series - Arms

August

Most Popular: 'Interview with the Vampire' Still Whining, Louis... Favourite: 'The Amityville Horror' Ryan Reynolds

September

Most Popular: 'An American Werewolf in London' Alley Favourite: 'The Lost Boys' Don't Let Them See Me Like This

October

Most Popular: 'Interview with the Vampire' Shut up, Louis! Favourite: 'It Follows'

November

Most Popular: 'The Lost Boys' You're Still My Brother Favourite: 'Pearl' Au Revoir, Poor Johnny!

December

Most Popular: 'The Lost Boys' Now You Know What We Are Favourite: 'The Lost Boys' Shut up, Sam!

Tagging @mystery-star @bonojour @harrison-ford @animusrox @xenobites @talesfromthecrypts @sonyarebecchi @hellboys @j0el-miller @classichorrorblog @warrenskole @zombooyah @davidlynch @margarethcarter @ruby-monday and of course anyone who sees this and wants to :)