#Hult

[pseudo-satisfaction]

[higherentity]

[balu8]

Nick Bradshaw: She-Hulk and Thing

[puckingdisaster]

Cole Hults being a fox again is healing me. I love this so much. Foxes are so back.

[everythingshaquana]

KEEP CALM!! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! 7.31.2024 to 8.31.2024

[gawankeundco]

[hantivity]

Nevermore: Stories of Edgar Allan Poe Ballet!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

by Dan Hult | Haman’s self-absorption led him to plot genocide and ultimately became his downfall…the real “enemy of the Jews” was not so much Haman himself, but what Haman represented: the one who puts himself or herself above anyone else. Who is the worst enemy of God’s people?  Some American Christians may say “the Left”.  Others may...

[spaciousreasoning]

Another Theatrical Evening

This morning’s blood sugar was back up, way up, to 182! Too much fucking pasta last night for dinner, I guess.

We were up early, and we managed to have our coffee and get our brain games done in plenty of time, but we needed showers to finish waking us up. Given my blood sugar, I passed on eating anything this morning. Nancy had some yogurt.

Today was the Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany, which, liturgically speaking, is nothing special. Church was a simple service. I did have trouble with the streaming software. I had to start it all over again and did not get it going before the service began. That put me in a not so good mood.

During a brief visit to the parish hall for the post-service coffee hour, I ran into a member I had heard did taxes. I chatted with him and got his business card. We’ve probably got most of our stuff ready for getting the taxes done, so I see if we can get them to him this week. We’ll have to dig out last year’s return for him, if we can find it.

Nancy’s preferred coffee ran out this morning, but there are a couple of other kinds still sitting in the kitchen cabinet. She decided to give one of them a try tomorrow, and if she doesn’t like what’s available, we can go back to Market of Choice and get more of the Wandering Goat French roast.

When we got home we fixed up some cheesy eggs with bacon bits scrambled in and had toast and jam to go along with them. We listened to the “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” podcast from NPR while cooking and eating.

Then we went out for a walk. It was mostly sunny out, so I put on the big sunglasses the eye doctor gave me before the surgery. It was around 42 degrees when we took off through the neighborhood at 12:40 p.m. We made 1.15 miles in 26:39 minutes, for a total of 2,900 steps. The average pace was 23:13 per mile, though that seems silly since we barely walked more than a mile.

Once home we went down for a nap and slept for an hour, catching up on the sleep we missed out on by getting up so early. I’m glad we walked before napping instead of the other way around.

For our dinner before tonight’s performance of “Dear Evan Hansen” at the Hult Center, Nancy’s daughter made reservations for us at the North Fork Tavern. It is located near Costco, off Coburg Road north of the Beltline. We picked up Kathleen and Ronin on the way and met Kalen and her friend Jody there about 4:30 p.m. It was busy, though not packed, and the food was not bad, but it was not great enough to warrant another visit.

After dining, we made our way to downtown Eugene and parked in the garage next to the Hult Center. Our seats for this show were on the ground level of the big hall, a better location than we had for “Hadestown.” Since the acoustics in the place are so good, though, it did not matter all that much.

The musical follows Evan Hansen, a high school senior with social anxiety, who invents an important role for himself in a tragedy that he did not earn. It opened on Broadway in December 2016 after a world premiere in Washington, D.C., in July 2016. It was nominated for nine awards at the 71st Tony Awards and won six, including Best Musical, Best Book, Best Score, Best Actor for Ben Platt, and Best Featured Actress for Rachel Bay Jones.

The film adaptation was released in September 2021, with Ben Platt reprising his performance. The film did not do well due to the COVID pandemic, which also led to live productions in New York and London closing.

The current national tour that came to Eugene launched last September in Houston, Texas. Nancy and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The cast was all great and the singing was wonderful, the staging and scenery quite inventive, and the audience was very receptive.

We got home in time to stream an episode of “Still Standing,” in which Jonny Harris visited Middleton, Nova Scotia, so named because it is halfway between Halifax and Yarmouth.

Oh, wait, the Super Bowl was today? Guess we missed it! Who won?

[jaysideblog]

Article: Classical music helps with concentration and creativity

Me, the moment Mahler comes to my playlist:

[serene-sun]

𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚!

Pairing: ghouls & a baby ghoul, lowkey sodia, Swiss is so dad

Summary: after a great show, the ghouls make a haunting discovery

A/N: I told my fiancé I was pregnant during Mary on a cross and he flipped, also was bawling tears when they left the stage!! So here is a comfort thing I wrote to distract me from the concert blues.

Swiss yawned and stretched his back, he walked down the ramp from the once shiny and lit up stage.

“I could use a nap.” He said groggy, his vocal cords holding and letting go of his voice.

“Im so hungry.” Cumulus whined, following the ghoul as she fumbled with the button that kept her uniform closed around her neck.

“Im damn thirsty.” Mountain said, slouched over as he grew more and more exhausted. He felt his arms limp, and his ankle hurt.

“That was a great show!” Sodo said, rolling into the ghoulish pack with a confident smile. “I think each time we play here, I wanna come back.” He added, his eyes lit a flame.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love Nashville, but sometimes all of the noise from broad street is too loud.” Aurora said, catching up with them as her and rain covered their sensitive ears.

Rain winced in agreement as he hung with Aurora, phantom and cirrus.

“Wait.” Swiss said, his lead off the line coming to a hult as they approached the dressing room hall. “Do you guys hear that?”

“What is it now? It’s probably them blasting Johnny cash or something down the street.” Aurora rolled her eyes, but she quickly turned to Swiss as she heard the noise too.

“No. No no, that’s not music. That’s a whimper.” Swiss said, investigating with his pointed ears and pin point eye sight.

“Hm? It’s probably the meet and greet.” Mountain replied, looking at Swiss.

“No, that was after their set.” Swiss walked towards a corner of the venue, he came to a tall black curtain and hesitantly pulled it back.

“Uh-“ Swiss was at a loss of words as he saw what muffled crying was behind the curtain.

The rest of the ghouls followed in curiosity, only to be the same as Swiss with their jaws low and eyes wide.

“Uhm…how.” Cumulus tried to reason, as she looked at the frail kit curled up into his knees with hot wet streaks running down their cheeks.

“I’ll….I’ll get papa.” Cirrus volunteered and ran off as the rest of the ghouls ushered the kit to the dressing room.

“Are you alright? How did you get here?” Swiss asked, setting them into the vanity and kneeling down to seem less threatening in size. His eyes soft and his hair damp in sweat, “can you understand me?”

“What do you last remember?” Rain joined in before the door slammed open to reveal a confused papa.

“What? What’s going on?? What’s this about?” Papa copia pushed through the crowd of ghoul frustratingly.

He came to a point of no return when he was met eye to eye with little ghoul.

He had only been in a baggy tour shirt, the one with papas face menacingly staring at the earth as lightning struck the cities they played at. It covered the ghoul like a dress, and he had dark fuzzy black hair and pointy ears. His claws were so sharp they dug into the metal vanity and left marks.

“Oh dear.” Copia sighed, his tense position lessened as he kneeled down with Swiss. “You aren’t supposed to be here, are you.”

The little ghoul stared at him, his eyes unable to close and reopen as he sat so still you would think he was a statue.

Copia brought a hand to his head, but he heard a loud hiss and a sharp sensation at his hand as he noticed the leather of his glove clean slit like a fine blade. Copia looked at his eyes, slit pupils, wide eyes, long eye lashes, and he felt blood drip from his hand.

“Oh this just won’t do now will it?” Copia muttered, looking at his hand, “seems to be he was summoned.”

Sodo rushed to papas bloody hand, he held it and looked at him with concern, “Cardi, your hand.” He worried.

“Don’t worry about me, what matters is how and who summoned this poor bambino.” Copia softly smiled at the fire ghoul.

“Do you think…mm no.” Aurora held her chin, as so did rain and Swiss.

“The perpetrator knew it happened, they left him and clothed.” Copia took his glove off and pressed on his growing wound as sodo held his arm carefully.

“Do you, do you have a home little one?” Copia asked, bravely kneeling to the child again.

The kiddo looked him in the eyes as his chest heaved, “papa.” The kit whispered.

“Eh, yes I am papa.” Copia pointed at his chest, “you?” He then pointed to the kit.

The child’s eyes watched copias carefully, “star.” He slithered his name past his fangs.

“Home?” Copia asked, planting his knees on the dressing room floor.

“Dark, red…hot.” The ghoul frowned, “cold.”

“You want to go home?” Copia asked, “go home?”

The kit nodded eagerly.

“Alright, we will need to send him back to the pit.” Copia stood up and sighed.

The ghouls groaned in unison, “no!”

Copia looked around confused, “well what do you suggest we do then Hm?”

The ghouls looked at each other and then at papa, “take him home?” They proposed.

Copia was speechless, “take home a kit??? Mo- sister would kill me!”

Swiss took the kit and held him in his arms as he giggled at being thrown up so high, “we can teach him our ways.” Swiss smiled.

“Wha-“ copia looked at the other ghouls for answers before taking a moment of silence, “no.”

Swiss’s eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean, no?” He bit.

“His home is In the pit!” Copia exclaimed.

The kit frowned at the loud noises, “home.” He muttered as he held tight to Swiss’s vest.

“Home.” He muffled again against his shoulder, “Swiss.”

The rest of the ghouls looked at papa with a silent smirk.

Papa looked around the ghouls, huffed, and looked at Swiss as he smiled in victory.

“Home it is.”

[puckingdisaster]

santa/hultsy + contract

Shawn had expected it, anticipated it even. But when the news dropped, it still felt like the breath was knocked out of him. He stared at the instagram post, only days after Mitch's now former team, the HKM Zvolen, announced that they wouldn't extend his contract. Now he was staring at a different post on the social media app, the familiar shades of orange, black and petrol blurring in front of his eyes as he tried to process that his boyfriend wouldn't live 462 kilometers away, but instead something entirely closer, like four kilometers. He blindly reached for the edge of his kitchen table, sinking down on a nearby chair. After a year of uncertainty and endless up's and down's, it was finally over now.

Shawn's phone pinged again with a new notification, startling him out of his stupor. He snorted after he read the message, shaking his head fondly.

Favorite rat

You think Lebler will try to flatten me into a pancake again or am I safe to step on the ice with you?

[arichtelus]

richard hult, for the kult oneshot

[gawankeundco]

new publications this week: ‘how to take care of your goalie. comprehensive guide to a happy goaltender’ by mitch hults | 21.04.2023

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: i recently purchased skyrim for the first time at 21 years of age and have not been able to do anything else. i literally think about it every day. it's so fucking fun. as someone who's very specific with the games they like this is like hitting a vein of gold the size of russia. i am so happy. i am the head of the thieves' guild. im a nightingale. i killed the emperor. i give money to the poor. i chop wood for Hulda. i kill bandits without a second thought. every Hold trusts me unconditionally. i'm a thane to 4 different cities. i don't know anything about the war. where is the hult of mehrunes razor. i need to forge a deed. i cant wait to get up tomorrow and play more skyrim. help me

[marcydegato]

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