#KACL

[vertigoartgore]

promo still for the season 1 of the sitcom Frasier (1993).

[oopsalltes]

kai during the city mission

[mydaddywiki]

Tom McGowan

Physique: Husky Build Height: 5′ 10″ (1.78 m)

Thomas McGowan (born July 26, 1959-) is an American actor. He first became known for his stage career both on and off Broadway. He is also known for his recurring role on the Emmy Award winning NBC show Frasier, as KACL station manager Kenny Daly. He has also appeared on a variety of shows including Everybody Loves Raymond, The Practice, ER, Desperate Housewives, Curb Your Enthusiasm, Modern Family, Veep and The Good Fight. He has appeared in films such as Heavyweights, Sleepless in Seattle, The Birdcage, As Good as It Gets, True Crime, Ghost World, and Bad Santa.

A very cute and cuddly daddy, I personally would waste no time in trying to bed him. Unless there's some one else in the room I want more. Seriuosly, as cute as he is. McGowan is always overshadowed by the hotter guy.

Unfortunately, like 99.9% of men I find attractive, he appears to be straight. Dammit… The New Jersey native is married with two children. He attended Hofstra University and the Yale School of Drama, from which he graduated with a Master of Fine Arts degree. I know absolutely nothing else of his personal life. It doesn't matter though. I know enough to want to fuck him.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Frasier (TV Series 1993–2004)

[jeszcze-nie-motylek-blog]

Jestem na jakiejś imprezie rodzinnej i ile to może mieć kacl?

Zjadłam cały taki rosół

Z tego zjadłam

połowę frytek

2 te kotlety z kurczaka

I troszkę sorowki

[tr4sh-k1ttys]

Ej ale dzis zjebalam cn zjadalm albo raczej zeżarlam jakies 900+ kacl ale plusy byly takie ze mialam 2 godzinny trening i faktycznie wróciłam wyczerpana

Jutro mam w planach 30 tys kroków (jak nie umre) razem z przyjaciółką

I w czwartek znów trening 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[parkerposey]

I want to study at Frasier university. I would go to the opera and dinner parties at Frasier’s condo. I would drink coffee every day at Cafe Nervosa with Niles and complain about my sex life with Roz. I would listen to KACL 780 on the radio. I am also more likely to meet Gil Chesterton, Bob “Bulldog” Briscoe, and Maris.

[kiranerys]

Frasier reboot just said “roz is here now” with a vague hand waving to KACL being a failure

[sims-tec]

For these mods, you'll need both Into the Future and World Adventures. Tried putting the WSOs into the ITF accessory, blew up. In any case, here's the Combat Armor from Fallout 4 and 76 brought to the sims 3. Like the power armors so far, the helmet's in the glasses section, legs in garters, torso in necklace, left arm in the armband, and right arm's in the bracelet. Unlike the power armors, these sets of armor have morphs. Comes with the standard helmet (which requires Into the Future) and in light, sturdy, and heavy variations (which require World Adventures.) I would suggest having your sim wear form fitting clothing when using these armor pieces. Enjoy!

Google drive link/update: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YfizsXLBjNa-KaCl-d1vty1lXQ-WJFH3/view?usp=sharing

(ABANDONED. DO NOT USE)

[ryleebujno]

Dtiy

#KATLAtheblacklnight

@kacl-art

[betteranalife]

Finalizei o dia com 1059 kcals 😪

Joguei badminton por 2h sem intervalo e estava quase desmaiando pq tinha tomado cafe bem cedo (303 kcals em uma refeição...onde estou com a cabeça???). Aí meu namorado me levou no shopping pq queria experimentar um alimento X (não darei detalhes pra não gatilhar) mas antes ele queria que eu me alimenta-se pq ele viu como eu fiquei no fim do jogo. Convenci ele a dividir um X comigo (200kcals pra cada)...... o problema foi o outro X que ele queria que a gente toma-se. Tinha 300,500 e 700ml. Ele foi no de 700 e a porquinha aqui que nem deveria estar ingerindo isso foi no de 500 (556 kacls) e pior, eu não ia tomar tudo. Mas fomos visitar o ape que estamos comprando e me distrai e quando ia jogar fora A PORCA JA TINHA BEBIDO TUDO

O dia foi ótimo mas um desastre na alimentação. É uma droga quando não planejo certinho o que ingerir durante o dia

[vertigoartgore]

Frasier's series finale ("Goodbye, Seattle") aired 20 years ago today. Feel old yet ?

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

the graveyard shift. ( frasier crane x reader )

gif belongs to me

From his past with the management from KACL, you predicted Frasier's troubles with the new station manager, and when he returned home after he met with Kate Costas you heard the slam of the door and his thundering footsteps.

You looked over your shoulder, closing your book when he stepped onto the balcony. "It went well then?"

Frasier shoved his hands in his pockets, and you sent him a smile when he ground his jaw.

"Well? Don't leave me in suspense. What happened?"

You moved your legs on the lounger, and Frasier sat down with a sigh. "I'm Captain Midnight." He rested his elbow on his leg, dropping his head onto his hand.

"Ooh, graveyard shift." You giggled when he sent you an exasperated look. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," You knelt behind his shoulders, placing your arms around his neck. "When do you start your new time slot?"

"Tonight."

"You'll never get any sleep. You'll be exhausted." Knowing he had an earlier meeting this morning, you went to bed earlier than usual last night. "What are you going to do?"

"I have no choice. I have to show up tonight. I'll have to cancel our reservation."

You rubbed his shoulders, "That's okay. I always preferred coming home to the fine dining." A smile formed on your lips when his back straightened, catching your meaning.

"Oh really?"

"But if you want to sit around and mope I completely understand." You pulled away as you got to your feet, lingering in the doorway to send him a smile over your shoulder.

"Moping?" Frasier stood up, following after you when you headed down the hallway towards the bedroom. "I'm not moping! See?" He flashed a toothy grin and you shook your head when he caught up to you as you opened the door.

You frequently listened to his radio show while driving, or while you were sitting reading, or cleaning the condo. He had told you about his miserable Christmas when his son didn't come to Seattle and he agreed to do a show. You knew tonight would be much, much worse.

You heard the moment he began to lose interest in the calls that were gradually getting stranger and more boring with each caller and after he told an insomniac to get some sleep - likely falling asleep in the booth, you decided to pay him a late night visit at the station.

The roads were nearly deserted at one in the morning and you arrived at the station quicker than normal due to the lack of traffic. When you entered Roz sent you a smile and as she filled you in on how their night was going, and the reason why Frasier had been placed on the graveyard shift in the first place, you knew that desperate times called for equal measures.

You sent your boyfriend a wave when he glanced your way, his head swiveling back when he realized you weren't a figment of his imagination. He cut to a commercial break and took off his headphones as you entered his booth.

"I thought you could use some cheering up. And coffee." You poured two cups of coffee he had imported from Costa Rica and handed one to a grateful Roz who endured the burn to waken up a little.

"How much did you hear?"

"Oh, I've been listening since you started. Nice work with the insomniac." You teased with a smile.

"Well, I try."

"You fell asleep, didn't you?"

"We both did," Roz admitted before leaving the booth to return to her desk.

You shook your head, and sat on the edge of the desk, careful not to touch anything. "You know what you need to do."

"Sleep?"

You gently tapped your foot against his leg. "No. Well, yes, but later. First...fight fire with fire. She wants excitement? Give her what she wants, and a little more."

Frazier sipped his coffee and leaned back in his chair as he considered it. When a grin formed on his lips you knew he was in agreement. He set his cup down and pressed a button that allowed only Roz to hear his voice as he explained your plan. The brunette was quick to jump on the bandwagon and you blamed most of their excitement on their exhaustion.

The corners of your lips tugged upwards as Frasier handed you a pair of headphones and addressed his listeners. You put them on as he picked up his own, leaning into the microphone as he spoke.

"Okay. We're back Seattle. And in accordance with new station policy we are going to be pandering to the lowest human instinct. In other words...who wants to talk about sex?" He repeated the word sex eight times and you covered your mouth to supress your laughter when Roz played a whip sound effect and he cheered. "I want to know who is having sex, how you're having it - I wanna know if you're having it right now!"

You looked at Roz through the glass when her voice came through the headphones. "Look, Dr. Crane the lines are hot. Really hot."

"Thank you, Kitty." Frasier chose a button at random and spoke to the caller. "Hello, caller. What are you wearing?"

"Nothing." The woman caller replied.

"Hey, that's a great idea! Let's all get naked!" Frasier looked at you, you raised an eyebrow when his eyes glanced at your legs that were peeking out from beneath your dress.

"Uh-uh." You shook your head, beginning to wonder if you used water in their coffee or vodka.

Your eyes widened when he announced he was getting naked and he removed his headphones, taking off his blue sweatshirt and jeans while Roz adressed the listeners.

"While Dr. Crane strips, our new station manager would like to know if you would like to be the spanker or the spankee."

"Oh, definitely the spankee." The woman caller replied.

You couldn't hold in your giggles when he tossed the blue sweatshirt towards you, catching it as he told the woman caller to hop in a cab while waving his jeans around.

"I'm not wearing any pants!"

The graveyard shift just got interesting.

You stayed for the reminder of the show and drove Roz home when it ended. You arrived at the condo to find the living room lit from the early morning light coming from the balcony and left your keys by the door as you headed to the bedroom. A fond smile formed on your lips when you saw Frasier lying on top of the sheets with his shoes hanging over the edge. He had driven home and collapsed on the bed.

You took off your trench coat, draping it on the armchair where you put your shoes on every morning and removed his sneakers, tucking them under the armchair to avoid tripping over them. You toed off your shoes and placed them next to his before joining him on the bed. Frasier stirred when you cuddled into his side and placed his arm beneath your head, his other arm draping over your waist.

"How did we do?"

"I think the city of Seattle will be talking about it for a very long time."

"Good." He ran his hand down your hip and turned his head when he felt how short your dress was. "Is this the dress that I think it is?"

You tilted your head up to meet his cobalt gaze, "Maybe."

"You were wearing that the whole time? I feel underdressed."

"Not necessarily." You tugged on his well worn blue sweatshirt with a slant smile, "I happen to like this shirt very, very much."

"Oh really?" He shifted until he lay facing you and your smile grew when he brought you closer.

You hummed, closing your eyes when his nose brushed yours, followed by a feather like graze of his lips on yours. "I thought you were tired?"

"You know, it's the strangest thing. I suddenly feel invigorated."

"Oh really?" You placed a hand on his cheek when he hummed, feeling the rumble of his chest as he brought you closer.

Frasier leaned in, his lips enveloping yours and you moved your arm around his neck, smiling into the kiss when he rolled over, hovering above you as his hands explored every curve beneath the tight fitting dress. He had many weaknesses when it came to you, but the little black off-shoulder dress was the greatest.

Later that day he was dragged into Kate's office after she listened to the taping of his show and when he left her office the smile that was on his lips when he left the condo that afternoon hadn't faltered.

You were sipping coffee at the dining table when the door opened, and he held it as he announced his victory. You clapped your hands, and he bowed as he closed the door.

"All it took was for me to pretend as if I wanted to do themed shows and her telling me not to outside her office to make it appear as if it was all her idea and," he clapped his hands together, "all is right with the world again.

"You stuck it to the man!" You raised your fist, tilting your head, "Or in this particular case a woman."

"She wanted raunch and we gave it to her." He walked over to you and rested his hand on the back of your chair, smiling down at you. "Hi."

"Hi." You mirrored his smile, lifting a hand to his jaw as he leaned down to kiss you. "We make a pretty good team."

"Wine?"

"It's three o'clock." You giggled, turning to watch as he walked over to fetch a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"So? It's eight o'clock somewhere."

You smiled when he wiggled the glasses, nodding, and he joined you at the table. He poured two glasses of wine and you toasted to his victory.

"To the graveyard shift."

"May I never endure it again."

You giggled, nodding in agreement as you clinked your glass with his. You took a sip, and as he set his glass on the table, you noticed his stare and the slight curve of his lips.

"What?"

"I know why you did it. Why you drove in the middle of the night to the station." He paused. "You knew you would miss falling asleep next to me."

You lifted your legs onto his lap and brought your glass to your lips. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh-huh." You shared a smile with him as you both drank your wine.

He knew you would never admit it, but it was readable from your expression, and he knew he was right. Every night, ever since you first spent the night at his condo when you started dating, you always fell asleep in his arms. It was a simple thing, but sometimes even the small things mean the most. He too, treasured that time as you talked before falling asleep. Kissing your head and telling you he loved you quickly became a part of his nightly ritual and Frasier couldn't imagine being without it.

He hoped this was the last time he was ever assigned the graveyard shift because he wanted to enjoy every single night, talking to you long after you both should have fallen asleep, kissing you and telling you he loved you and falling asleep with you in his arms. Every night he spent without you before you met felt like a waste, and he savored the time you spent together.

[milovelylka]

Zaczęłam się stresować, że nie schudnę do grudnia.. chce ważyć te 39 a teraz jem tak mniej więcej 600-700 kacl i mam wrażenie że to za dużo

[craneboys]

where did you get ur frasier shirts from?

I have a feeling you're here from tiktok, it somehow never occurred to me that I could have an online footprint lol

Since I've got so many, here's a list :)

Clockwise from left:

Frasier 90's Graphic Shirt - From Redbubble, design was made by amyternent! She makes a decent amount of other Frasier stuff too.

Niles 90's Graphic Shirt - From Etsy, design was made by GiftFromFrishman but unfortunately the whole shop doesn't seem to be available anymore :(

Cheers Frasier Shirt - From Etsy, this is official licensed merch that was printed by NameThatShowApparel. They have more Cheers and Frasier shirts that I've been meaning to get (including the one from that meme I made.)

KACL Sweatshirt - From Etsy, obviously this is just the logo from the show but it was printed by CuteRiot. This is one of the only things I could buy from their shop because all of their other stuff doesn't ship to Canada.

Other Frasier 90's Graphic Shirt - From Etsy, I don't think they made the design but it was printed by WaveyGoodsCo. I don't really wear this one because it didn't turn out the best and I'm super fussy about print quality, but it's still funny.

[motylekanyxyz]

Kurwa zjebałam miałam zjeść dzisiaj 200 kacl ale co chuja musiałam wpierdalać jak świnia i wjebałam 500 kacl kurwa jestem ulaną świnią po co ja tyle wpierdalam kurwa

[gracegrove]

Harringrove 90s au/Frasier crossover

Tw for: implied panic attack, implied depression, mental health themes, implied dark-ish/teensy bit angsty, era-appropriate sexuality stereotyping

It's 1994 and Steve is a mover and shaker in the hot, hot, hot real estate market of the Seattle metropolitan area. Finding a slump in his mood and a slow in his lunch hour between daily showings, Steve begins calling in to a popular local radio show on KACL for an emotional pick-me-up with radio personality and psychiatrist, Dr. Frasier Crane.

At first Steve is just a passive listener, but after hearing first hand during his lengthy commutes, how this soothsaying guru can calm and put the pep back in his caller's days Steve gives him a call.

"I dunno Doc, I just don't have that spark anymore..." He sighs into his cellular phone from the driver's seat of his year-model Buick. "Y'know what I mean? Like, it felt like everything was in my grasp and now it's just..." He grumbled in frustration.

The psychiatrist chuckled warmly through the phone line, "well Steve, a lot can change a man over time. When would you say you last felt that spark?"

Steve looked out the car window, caramel eyes reflecting upon the Puget Sound but his mind seeing the soft rolling hills and shallow valleys of central Indiana. Thoughts settling over gentle golden curls waving in the breeze.

"Steve? Are you still with us?" The radio host coaxed.

Steve opened his eyes, the vision fading from view. "Yeah. I'm here..."

Steve progressively becomes a regular call-in. Sharing more overtime about how he left behind 'a special someone' and how he regrets and second guesses so much about his life because of it. Thinking "if only I'd stayed. If only I'd told them how much they really meant to me". Feeling that his life really doesn't amount to much because of the decisions he made, or didn't... in the past. The radio host's producer, Roz, begins an unofficial fan club for Steve. Cheering him on, and giving him small pep talks each time he is in the call queue to talk with Dr. Crane. "Hey kid, how's it going today? How'd that date go? She sounded real nice! Things'll look up!"

Approximately a year later, Billy moves to Seattle picking up a transfer from his employer, hoping that working for the company's flagship will help him climb the pay scale faster. And leave the local union politicking and small-town, big-ego dickwads in his rearview mirror.

Things have improved somewhat for Billy over the years but it's still not great, and he seeks the services of a local psychiatrist, Dr. Niles Crane. Billy works with Dr. Crane to unpack and explore how his past experiences may have influenced his "current level of functioning", or so Dr. Crane says. They do a lot of daydreaming, picturing, and hypothetical scenarios that Billy sometimes despises and other times finds amusing. He also finds Dr. Crane's neurotic disposition rather endearing and thus decides to remain a loyal patient for the time being.

Cut to Billy's third month living in Seattle when it happens. He suffers a major setback. Calling Dr. Crane's emergency number in a panic. He can't breathe, he's hyperventilating and speaking so frantically that Dr. Crane can hardly understand him.

"Billy, you sound so terribly upset. I know that we discussed rather hefty themes in session this week. What's going on?" Dr. Crane's chittery voice spoke, encompassing the gravity of the moment.

"Him..." Billy gulped down air, his throat dry and lungs burning. "I saw him today. He was never supposed to be here." Billy moaned in distress.

"Take a breath Billy, and one, two, three, four, five. Out." His psychiatrist prompted him. "This is highly unusual indeed. I can understand now why you are so concerned." The sound of papers rustled on the other end of the phone. "Billy, would you like to come in sooner?"

A shaken exhale, "Yes."

Meanwhile somewhere else in Seattle Steve is the brightest he's been in years. He practically feels like he could walk on air. He has to share this, so he calls in.

"Doc the most amazing thing has happened!" Steve is beaming ear to ear. "Well, Steve it certainly sounds stupendous with that tone! Let's hear the good news!" His radio therapist encourages.

"I saw them!" Steve gushes. "Them! The special someone I told you about. They're here in Seattle. Now's my chance! I gotta tell them!" Dr. Crane smiles, "Ah, serendipity... Steve, you must take her while she is still yours."

Steve didn't quite understand the doctor's point but he appreciated the sentiment. "Thanks, Doc. Y'know I'm gonna look 'em up. Take them to a nice dinner. Make things right this time." Dr. Crane clapped his hands together, "Steve that's a lovely idea! And might I be so bold as to suggest that you consider taking your special someone to La Belle Gourmande? The ambiance is divine... and the prices aren't half bad either."

Two nights later Steve was sitting at the restaurant, nervously drumming his fingers on the table, his eyes flitting up every time a person walked by. He was tense, feeling suffocated in the crispest white button down he owned. Fidgeting with undoing the second button from the top and then redoing it. He couldn't afford to screw this up, the phone call had already been botched.

It took some effort, randomly dialing the number of a familiar name in the Seattle area, but luckily not many people had the same name as his 'special someone'. When their voice came over the line and Steve heard it for the first time in nearly a decade, he choked. Couldn't even utter a "hello". "Who's this? Fucking answer or I'm hanging up." In an all out rush Steve replied.

"-lo!'s Steve! youwannagetdinner ...'n catch up?" he rushed out in a frazzle.

The other end of the line was silent for a beat, the tension broken with a soft chuff.

"Ketchup?" the voice asked bemused, followed by another pause. "Where?"

Squinting at his messily scrawled note taped to the cabinet, Steve replied, "this place owned by some Belle lady. Comes highly recommended."

There was a pause. "Steve... this can't be -"

"Please come," Steve begged.

As Steve waits for his 'special someone' to show, a certain radio personality ducks into a corner booth and picks up a menu, Dr. Frasier Crane. He has become so invested in his caller's well-being that he has come to the restaurant to watch Steve from afar. To root for him, and watch his little bird spread its wings and fly. Or so it would seem.

"Frasier? What on earth are you doing here?" Dr. Crane looks up from his crooning over his 'patient', his eyes panic-stricken and caught. "Niles?" His brother, the younger Dr. Crane is also here.

Frasier's eyes dart to the menu for a saving excuse, "It's the soup du jour Niles," he deflects craftily, "everyone knows the Gourmande has the best Soupe au Pistou on the western seaboard." Niles rolls his eyes and follows Frasier's worried gaze over to the young man at a nearby table. "That may be true Frasier, but I believe you are here for more than just soup." Frasier sniffs indignantly about to snap out a reply when Niles hastily takes up the opposite seat in his booth and hides his face behind a menu.

Frasier cranks an eyebrow high and looks at his brother accusingly. "And pray tell what fare Provençal brought you to dine here?" he moons sarcastically. Niles peers over the edge of his menu at the other table, as a blonde man arrives. Frasier gasps dramatically and shields himself behind his menu as well.

"Mouchard!" Frasier hisses at his brother treacherously. Niles looks back at him unamused and replies, "says the snoop, snooping." They exchange glares and peek over their menus to watch the scene unfold.

Steve abruptly bumps the table, standing up quickly the minute he sees them. Him. The blonde. He can't help but smile, his chest is aching, fully flooded with a torrent of emotions.

"I don't understand," Frasier says in confusion, looking at Niles and then back over the menu. Niles looks over his menu, eyebrow cocked, "What?" "He talked as if... well... his 'special someone' was..." Frasier was fumbling uncomfortably with his words and reasoning. "You thought Billy was a woman?" Niles completed. Frasier winced, "Steve never said he loved a man. I just assumed..."

They both peered over again. "Assumptions get us nowhere Frasier. They leave us to speak for others in spaces we don't know. Only they know their truth." Frasier nodded slowly, the information sinking in. "Too right you are Niles. I was wrong to presume Steve's path to a whole self was like my own."

Billy sat down, followed by Steve, he seemed anxious, his eyes wandering all over the room, causing the two psychiatrists to duck and cower several times, lest they be discovered.

Steve called over a waiter and they ordered drinks. As the night began to unfold a certain ease settled over the pair like a familiar blanket, warm and comforting. Softly exchanged touches of hands, and lingering smiles arrived in greater frequency than the refillable bread basket, with feet sliding across one another under the tablecloth and resting calf-to-calf.

"Well Frasier, I think our worst fears have been allayed." Niles injected into the hour. "We weren't needed." Frasier smiled proudly, "I think you're right Niles. Would you care for un repas de fin de nuit?" Niles rose from the table, "Après-vous."

As the pair of brothers exited the restaurant Billy and Steve looked up, "Who do you think those guys were?" Steve asked curiously, "They were kinda loud. Seemed really interested in us..." Billy sighed, dropping his fork to his plate, "The twiggy one was my shrink. No fuckin clue who the other guy was though."

Steve looked at Billy mildly concerned, "You have a shrink?" Billy nodded wiping his mouth with the napkin. "Yeah, Dr. Crane." Steve watched the pair as they waited for the valet to bring their car. "The Dr. Crane that has the radio show?" Billy shook his head, "No that's his brother..."

Steve slumped in his seat taking a long drink from his glass, as Billy swiped the final bite of gateau.