#Memorial Benches for Sale

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[crushedsweets]

Can we get more BEN content? Please?

Something super quick!! I’m just tryna get a feel for his character again cuz I just realized how long it’s been since I’ve worked with him in my AU?! I’ll ramble a bit under the cut

Mandatory reminder that my AU is filled with rewrites largely inspired by my childhood understanding/memories of the stories … it’s not canon in the slightest

Tw for kidnapping(?sorta) and murder under the cut

Ok imma do a better finished pre/post death comparison later. But for now.

Ben in my AU went to a garage sale, found majoras mask, got really excited, and the one selling it to him was like “I have the console come over and we can beat the game together” so Ben started going to this 40 yr old guys house every week.

Once they beat the game, the guy ended up drowning Ben in his bathtub. It’s cuz he had this huge grand plan to create a true virtual reality where you can really put your soul into a video game, cuz he himself was addicted to video games and escapism and whatnot … specifically inserting himself into a Zelda game. and he had killed several young blonde boys who he thought resembled link, cuz he was doing all these different methods and rituals he read online that he believed would transport a persons soul inside. After he drowned Ben, he put the green tunic over bens zelda shirt + put boots and that damn hat on him + cut his hair to try and resemble link. He waited and waited and reopened the game and played it and tried tweaking it and did everything he could to find evidence that bens soul was in the game. EVIDENTLY THAT SHIT DIDNT WORK.

Well it sorta worked. Bens soul DID get trapped in that game cartridge. But it was more in the way a ghost possesses a doll, not transporting him into the game….

Eventually the man was caught for murder, charged, and the video game cartridge (with Bens soul) went into evidence. And it just sat there for a long while.

Eventually it broke, I haven’t exactly fleshed out how… maybe a dumb detective.. OH MY GOD MAYBE A DETECTIVE WORKING ON JEFFS CASE ??!?! LOL we’ll see

And when the cartridge broke, Bens Soul sorta got. Released ?! And obviously he was mad ..

So he just spent a while haunting people, driving people to suicide, being a massive menace on the internet and in people’s homes till slendy got involved and was like Benjamin. Do not do this.

Ok obviously this is super messy and I did it on a school bench on my phone cuz my class got cancelled today 😞 but. I’ll try to get more solid Ben content out cuz he’s just a guy

[aidanchaser]

My best writing ever is buried in a wolfstar smut fic that's a hidden ending on a jily AU so it will never quite reach its target audience but by god do I dream of being this quality in all my writing

Sirius has always loved watching Remus sleep. He’s not entirely sure why he loves it. Maybe it's because it feels like glimpsing a secret. While Sirius is content to nap on couches, trains, or even park benches, Remus almost never sleeps where people can see him.

But he’s sleeping now as they make their way back to London, and Sirius stares at him with the barest hint of a smile across his lips. Sirius’ smiles are as rare as Remus’ naps but this is just how they are in each other’s company. They trade secrets the way other lovers exchange flowers or chocolates.

Sirius tears his eyes away from Remus’ delicate, pale lashes tucked against a cheek decorated in a thin silver slash of a scar to check his phone.

...

If he thinks about it—if he really sits down and thinks about his relationship with Evans, whatever that is exactly—he doesn’t mind that she knows he and Remus are together. He doesn’t mind that she knows he’s gay. But it wasn’t James’ secret to share, and Sirius is so protective of his secrets.

He’s not embarrassed or ashamed; it’s the opposite, really. Sirius has, ever since he was a child, intentionally hidden all the best parts of himself. He buries a tender heart under the roar of a motorcycle. He buries his unshakeable loyalty under harsh, cutting swears. He buries his love for his friends and Remus under layers of thick skin and carefully sharpened barbs.

James, Remus, and Peter have all, in intonations ranging from tender to desperate, asked him why he’s such an arsehole all the time, and he doesn’t really have an answer. At least, not a real answer. He’s buried that truth so deeply that even he can’t reach it.

...

While Sirius buries all the better parts of himself and flaunts his bad habits like the final sale items in a shuttering shop, Remus displays only his very best habits on carefully dusted shelves and buries his anger, his grief, and even his desire in the coldest, darkest of cellars.

...

Remus’ hazel eyes are still cloudy with sleep as Sirius pulls him in for a proper kiss. Sirius knows he can’t kiss away either of their bad memories, but he’s willing to try. Diving into endeavours he knows will be fruitless and kicking desperately against a current that will always carry him out to sea are two of Sirius’ favourite flaws that he likes to polish and pin to the collar of his leather jacket.

...

He and Remus don’t have much in common, but they share this: a single fear that hangs in their blood and bones like a curse. Remus’ fear is more intimately tied to his blood than Sirius’ is, but Sirius does not think he could wrench his pain out of his chest anymore easily than Remus could bleed his veins dry.

[stereax]

is there a reason why Carolina is losing all their affiliates???

Other than being assholes to Erik Haula?

Okay, but in all seriousness, there's a short answer and a long one.

The short answer is two words long: Pyotr Kochetkov.

The long answer? Meet me under the cut.

Alright, hi there. So to answer this question fully, we need to talk about the AHL in depth. The AHL, or American Hockey League, is the second-highest league of North American pro hockey, under the NHL. Most people tend to believe it's just "where prospects play before they hit the NHL". This is... only a part of the story.

There are 32 teams in the AHL to match 32 NHL teams. The idea there is that every NHL team would have an AHL affiliate - the most recent expansion, for example, the Coachella Valley Firebirds, is the AHL affiliate for the newest NHL team, the Seattle Kraken. Many of these teams are owned by the same group as owns the NHL team - Harris Blitzer, for example, owns both the New Jersey Devils and the Utica Comets. Others don't - the AHL's Charlotte Checkers, for instance, are owned by Michael Kahn, whereas their NHL affiliate, the Florida Panthers, is owned by Sunrise Sports (aka Vincent Viola).

Why is this important? Well, if you're an NHL team that owns your AHL team, you can let that AHL team leak money. You're turning a good profit on the NHL team, so you don't have to make your AHL team economically viable on its own - you just put it in as a massive tax write-off and go on with your day. Thus, you can put all of your AHL team's resources into developing your AHL players to get ready to play at the NHL level. Of course you sign some vets and such of your own, maybe get a few undrafted guys for the AHL team too, but generally, an NHL-owned AHL team's sole purpose is to develop NHL players. Winning the Calder Cup (the AHL equivalent to the Stanley Cup, not to be confused with the Calder Memorial Trophy given to the best NHL rookie) is just gravy on top.

Contrast this to independently-owned AHL teams, where this is not the case. For these teams, making money is paramount. How do you make money? When you win. Fun fact - the Chicago Wolves, incidentally, used to be televised on main channels partially as a fuck you to Bill Wirtz, who didn't let the Chicago Blackhawks' home games be televised, presumably to drive ticket sales. The Wolves saw that and pounced on the opportunity to make some cash. So if nothing else, love them for sticking it to the Hawks. You can still watch Wolves games on My50, it seems, if you've got that channel, as well as AHL streaming options.

But back to independently-owned AHL teams before I go on my daily anti-Hawks crusade. You want to make money. You do that when you win. When you make the postseason. When you win in the postseason. Independently-owned AHL teams want to win, not necessarily develop for the NHL. So when your NHL team keeps taking your best player away for weeks and then giving him back... you get annoyed.

Now let's play Chicago Wolves Simulator. You are Don Levin and Buddy Meyers, the Wolves' owners. Your goal is to win the Calder Cup or at least come pretty damn close so you can pay the bills. You have a good team - hell, you won the Calder last year! - but your best asset is this star goaltender named Pyotr Kochetkov. When Koochie's in net, you usually win because he bails out your team. When he isn't there to help you win, you kind of don't. Now, Carolina's going through its own issues in net, so they keep calling Koochie up and down. And, as previously mentioned, you kind of suck without Koochie. To be fair, you're not all that great with him, but you suck without him. And you have no control over when he goes up to Carolina, even just to sit on the bench.

You miss the playoffs by one point. One. And your three-year contract with the Canes is up. What do you do?

Waddell Young, GM of the Wolves, says their philosophy and the Canes' fundamentally differed. The Wolves develop and win. Winning develops, to them. The Canes wanted the Wolves to focus solely on development. Not winning. So, when their deal with the Canes was up, the Wolves said "no thanks, we're not going to continue this, we're going independent". This decision makes them the first non-NHL affiliated team in almost 30 years. Now, this isn't to say all independently-owned AHL teams are doomed to fail in partnerships because of divergent philosophies. Look at the Hershey Bears and the Washington Capitals for a prime example of that - the Bears are one of the best teams in the AHL and have won four Calder Cups with the Caps as their affiliates since their affiliation began in 2005. But the Wolves were quite unhappy with the Canes, and so the two split. Also notable is that the Canes have also poisoned the waters with who should be their local AHL affiliate, the Charlotte Checkers, to the point where the Checkers affiliated with the Panthers instead. So... there's that.

So what can the Canes now do with non-roster players? They can affiliate with another AHL team (co-affiliation); one instance of this was when the Seattle Kraken affiliated with the Charlotte Checkers in 21-22 because the Coachella Valley Firebirds weren't yet ready. Supposedly the plan is to get an affiliate for 24-25. But what do they do this year? Especially if they can't find an affiliate to share, which seems more and more likely as the summer drags on? Well, you can't sign players to two-way deals with the Wolves anymore, so you can't really keep veterans around in the AHL to call up if needed. So you... sign nine defensemen to NHL contracts and carry them on the roster at all times. Yep. Don Waddell, Canes GM, has basically stated outright that his roster is probably going to have to carry 22 or 23 players at all times to be sure to have replacements in case of injury. And your prospects? They either go to Europe, where they're basically inaccessible for the whole year, or you loan them to other AHL clubs. Waddell has said plans are in place with several teams to send 2 or 3 players each to several different AHL clubs. For your youngest, they go back to major junior in the CHL and related leagues. Same for your veterans - if you want to keep them, you'll have to sign them one-way (I believe) and then loan them down to scattered AHL teams across the league. Prospects who you could have signed to play in the AHL and develop? You're probably going to have to let them go to free agency (see: Kevin Wall, leading player for Penn State and Carolina draft pick, who just inked a deal with the Milwaukee Admirals, AHL affiliate of the Nashville Predators). And then you can send your worse prospects to your ECHL tea- wait. Oops. They just lost that too. Can't do that either. Well, shit.

And remember, one of the Canes' biggest assets is their system of play (with strong defense) that they execute well. The Wolves needed to teach their players the Canes' system and prepare them so the jump from AHL to NHL wouldn't be that tough. The Canes put their coaches on the Wolves for that purpose (the Wolves have since cleaned house and instated their own). Loaning your players to another AHL team? Why would that team be incentivized to teach your player(s) the system? So now even when you're calling up someone to play for the Canes, you have no idea how well they know the system and no idea how well they can play in it.

This now begs the other question - how will the Wolves fill their roster? Well, they've got options. Generally, an AHL team takes the prospects of its NHL affiliate and then fills the rest of the roster with AHL veteran free agents that the AHL team signs to AHL-only deals. But without an NHL team, it's a smidge more complicated, or perhaps easier. Firstly, other NHL teams can loan their prospects to the Wolves instead of their own AHL teams if they consider the Wolves better at developing them, for instance. The Wolves can now also sign whatever free agent players they find roaming around that could be a good fit for their team - undrafted college players, good ECHL players that can't seem to get called up enough, AHL veterans, players on European teams (especially Russians who might want the chance to get the fuck out of Russia) and so on. These free agent players could see the Wolves as a stable AHL team that can pay solid money (the AHL doesn't have a cap) with a strong chance at contending for the Calder as well as a possible stepping stone to an NHL contract. The Wolves also don't have to worry about these free agents taking ice time away from the Canes' prospects, who would need to be prioritized under an affiliation, which would also be a strong incentive for AHL free agent veterans to sign with them - they'd be able to get a truly fair chance, unlike under an affiliate system where prospects are the priority and free agents are generally playing fewer (and worse) minutes.

And remember - Chicago just drafted Bedard. The city's getting back into hockey and Hawks tickets are expensive. Want to watch some quality hockey on the cheap? Why not come to Wolves games! They're only 18 miles away from the Hawks, too!

Let's now talk about the ECHL and the Norfolk Admirals. Thankfully, this is going to be a lot simpler. The ECHL, unlike the AHL, has only 28 teams. This means 4 NHL teams don't have an ECHL team. In addition, very few, if any, ECHL teams are owned by their NHL affiliates. This further incentivizes them to play for profit (winning the Kelly Cup, the ECHL version of the Stanley Cup) instead of development. On top of this, relatively few ECHL players actually make it to the NHL. ECHL affiliates change fairly frequently, especially due to many of the teams folding because of financial issues (most recently the Brampton Beast, Manchester Monarchs, and Quad City Mallards). So if an ECHL team decides to drop its NHL affiliate, or vice versa, there are four other suitors, all of whom would probably want to pay the ECHL team decent money to be their associate. For the Admirals, it's easy - they see the Canes lose their AHL affiliate and decide they'd rather take the Jets' offer instead, whether it be for the money (Carolina's supposedly notoriously stingy) or for the security. It's just really fucking funny that it happens at the same time Carolina loses their AHL team. Get fucked lol.

TL;DR stan the Wolves for rejecting the system. Canes Suck.

[kirythestitchwitch]

Klaroline WIP Wed - fake sexy lamp au - 1.4

1.1 here 1.2 here 1.3 here

“I guess that’s a ‘no’ then,” she said irritably, shoving hair off her face.

“I’ll deal with Stefan before he makes it necessary for me to kill him.” Klaus slung the backpack over one shoulder and looked down at Rebekah, saw feathers in her hair and defiance in her eyes for a moment, before she was just disgruntled Rebekah again. “He did well by us once, I can be gracious.”

“I wish you would let him have his memories back,” she said softly. “He might…” she trailed off. What she would have voiced went unsaid, but Klaus could have guessed.

A bitter smile slipped across Klaus’ face. “Dear Bekah, the man that preys on rabbits and falls for the lure of doppelgängers is not the man for you. The man he once was, Stefan has buried under atonement and regret.”

A sullen scowl settled on her lips, but for once his little sister seemed disinclined to continue the well-worn argument. Perhaps the evidence of Stefan’s new obsession had given her pause. A task could keep her mind off things.

“I also plan to see my doppelgänger tonight. As such, I’ll leave ‘Mother’ to you.” The woman posing as their mother needed to be hedged in with compulsions. He would check Rebekah’s work when he arrived back at the mansion, but it should be a simple enough task.

Predictably, Bekah perked up. He left her on the park bench, made his way back up the street to where he had parked his Land Rover Defender, a boxy beast of an SUV, what the salesman had Klaus thought quite laughingly described as an antique, but was only from three decades previous, mid 80s. It was good for his image as a trust fund art student—”Hipster,” Kol had said gleefully—and its teal paint job stuck out amongst all the staid coatings of the many F150s passing by on the road. If only it was more comfortable to drive, he thought in annoyance, as he pulled himself up in the front seat. It was a short drive to what was colloquially known as the Boarding House, but it was a short drive everywhere in this microscopic town.

The dark building was wider than it was tall by a long shot, with a couple cars parked out front, one a cherry red Porsche. Klaus parked his SUV behind the Porsche, got out, made his way to the door, and knocked.

There was a soft sound of the displacement of air behind the door, before it opened, and there stood Stefan. A slightly puzzled expression twitched his eyebrows down over green eyes as he looked at Klaus, glanced out at his frankly ridiculous SUV, and then back at Klaus.

“Can I help you?” he asked. 

Fitting a pleasant smile on his face, dimples to full effect, Klaus stepped up as if slightly nervous. “Uh, hello, do you own the red Porsche?”

“Yes, it’s mine.” Stefan crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not for sale.”

“Oh, no! See, I was driving by—I’m new to the area—and saw your delightful car, and was wondering if I could ask you some questions about it?” He took several leading steps toward the car, pointing at it. “I like older vehicles—as you can see—but it’s not very sporty.” Very quickly, he continued to ramble. “My little brother likes sporty cars, but we won't let him get anything that wasn’t made in the past ten years, he’s crashed them so often, so he’s hopeless to ask.”

The set of Stefan’s shoulder’s smoothed out, and he reached out of sight of the door. “Well, if you're interested in older cars, I’m your guy.” With the jingle of keys, he stepped outside and shut the door.

Klaus smiled.

[tani-b-art]

The WNBA is three years shy of 30 years old! She’s a 27 year old woman! The league is almost 3 decades old and garnered fans and support on the women’s talent, skills and gifts and their love and our love of the game and that’s what keeps us here! The W earned every single fan since 97, period!

And that’s with or without dunking!

Shaq, you told on yourself my boy! If Caitlin Clark is his bench marker for logo 3s….he literally JUST started watching this year because Diana Taurasi been knocking down logo 3s and that woman is a vet-vet. Maya Moore was hitting logo 3s! Arike Ogunbowale does it with ease. Kelsey Plum too. Sabrina Ionescu been doing this since she came to the W. Sooo sooo many ladies are pioneers of that!

Like just go to bed, Shaquille! Can barely make out a word that man was saying anyway. Just be honest in your support. Just say, “I only began watching this year” or “I just fully paid attention in 2024”. But stop downplaying and projecting your non-support out of your personal context.

And yet again, the sexism just can’t ever NOT seep out, huh? No matter what the ladies do, it won’t ever be enough for most male viewers like Shaq. The fact that aesthetics was even part of his conversation at all w/ basketball let’s us know how archaic and sexist he is. Basketball, looks and clothes. Which of these don’t belong? Shaq, please sir hush. He doesn’t respect the league and doesn’t respect the women and with all that he said (being real and being real subjective), does he even respect his relative, Angel? Sat across from her on her own platform and said all that trash. Some men have really just inserted themselves in a very unpleasant way. Just superficial and unintelligent, irrelevant points. These shallow qualifiers men have set for women are unmatchable, un-pleaseable. Not a thing sports-related at all half the time.

And no, the solution ain’t lowering the rim. How long is that gonna be the go-to fake solver of viewership? The ladies have said they don’t want to have the rim lowered because of muscle memory w/ the height it’s at now! And besides, lowering the rim won’t make for more dunks for the ladies!

And not to get all detailed and all that but I don’t know if some men have to be reminded but the physical makeup of women and men is very different. There are bodily parts between women and men that move about extremely differently during exertion. Naturally, women’s bodies have very unique attributes that men don’t have to be able to possibly do a very amazing thing (of bringing forth life) and that alone makes for how the body differs in physiology and how the bodies function and move because of that. What women’s bodies go through monthly is very different from men. With all that in mind, if anyone thinks a lowered rim will make for more dunks from the ladies, then just don’t watch. The ladies don’t need dunks to win and play a sport they love and entertain us! I don’t even think they want to be dunking all the time like that anyway.

FAIR SHARE of revenue is what they’re asking for. None of them is asking to match NBA salary but they just want to receive the same share percentage as their male counterparts. Even with that said and in response to a part of Shaq’s interview, NBA benchwarmers who never get a lick of minutes still make more than WNBA starters most of the time.

And besides, just stop comparing the two leagues. One is a whole great grandfather with great-great grandkids while the other is just getting around to her late 20s. However, the league has gone thru highs and lows just as the NBA has. Viewership hasn’t always been a steady high nor have sales and attendance every single season for the NBA and it’s been around for just about 100 years almost. Allow the W to also go through its wins, loses and gains. Viewership and sales and attendance and online engagement has been on the up and up for the last 5 seasons for the W. It’s way too much non-objectivity when men start speaking on the WNBA.

And didn’t we tell y’all to wrap up all these stale, tired and through non-narratives as soon as the Finals were complete?! Lower the rim and the recycled and regurgitated Clark stuff. It’s old! All the rookies of 2024 are sophomores now. Quit it.

(this isn’t fully fleshed out as I’d like but I typed as it was coming)

[invisibleraven]

going to the garden center and picking out plants for Rose/Ray(/Reggie) because the studio plant wall, my beloved.

When Rose and Ray first suggested doing something with the studio space, Reggie kind of shut down for a bit. He knew it was healthy to move on, to accept that changing the space didn't erase his memories, or the guys.

It was just...so hard.

It took some time, and a lot more therapy, but he finally agreed to let them do whatever they wanted with the space. Just...not to expect him to spend a lot of time out there.

"That's fine tesero," Ray assured him. "But you should still get a say in what we do."

"Plus a little retail therapy is always a balm," Rose joked.

They got some throw pillows from the thrift store, a baby grand for Rose from an estate sale, and some chairs that the petal Pushers wanted to string from the ceiling-and no matter how much Reggie begged, not even Hazel would let him into the reason why.

"How about some plants?" Reggie shyly suggested. "None of us could keep anything alive, but if we're giving the studio a second life, maybe something living would be a good start?"

"To the garden centre!" Ray proclaimed, Rose giggling as she jumped on his back, the three of them galloping off to the car.

The garden centre itself was a little intimidating, but Reggie kind of loved being surrounded by all the greenery. He had nixed flowers-he got hay fever too easily. But ferns, succulents, and other leafy plants could be nice.

Rose and Ray picked up every plant that Reggie seemed interested in or fondled the leaves of, then loaded their cart up with pots, tools, and a cute watering can to boot.

"We can't fit all of this in the car!" Reggie protested, laughing all the while as Rose contemplated a spider plant and Ray weighed two seemingly identical cacti.

"Sure we can," Rose assured him.

"We have to put something back," Reggie insisted. "They'll think we're crazy."

"Well we kind of are," Ray replied with a shrug, finally picking one cactus. "Plus they're getting paid, so why do they care?"

Reggie shook his head, but he kept smiling despite himself. He started picking up plants to put them back, knowing that there was no way they could afford this, or even needed this many plants.

But every time he took a plant and put it back, it seemed that his partners had put two more in its place.

"It's too many plants!" he insisted, but he was smothering his laughter, eyes watering as Ray and Rose defiantly added plant upon plant to their already overfull cart.

"If they make you smile and laugh like that, then it's never enough," Ray finally stated. "But we really should put some back because my bank account can't take it."

"Spoilsport," Rose stated, sticking out her tongue, even as she started putting plants back.

Finally they had waht Rose insisted was a reasonable number of plants, even though Reggie was sure there were still too many, but Ray agreed with her, and there was no way Reggie could stand against them when they presented a united front.

The fun of fitting it all in the car was less than ideal, but Reggie did put his many hours of playing Tetris to good use-finally fitting everything in, though Rose would be sitting in his lap for the ride home.

"Oh no, what a shame," Rose snarked, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek as she made herself comfy.

Later, Reggie helped unload the car, and even set the plants up, too distracted with making it look nice to notice where he was. But then he stepped back, looking at the wall of plants behind the piano, the way the afternoon sun shone in, making the place glow.

And it didn't hurt.

Yes, this space had been Sunset Curve's, had been the last place they had been together, happy, and all alive. But Reggie realized by making changes, it didn't erase that past. Simply enhanced the future he had now-with Ray and Rose.

"Play with me?" he asked, sitting down at the piano bench.

"Any time," Rose replied, lifting the cover to the piano. "Islands In The Stream?"

"Only if I can do the Dolly parts."

"And we rely on each other..." Rose hummed, with Ray grinning off in the corner as he set out the other knick-knacks they had gotten for the space.

Later on, Ray would show him the photo he had taken of him and Rose playing together, framed by a sea of plant life, both smiling so wide it was impossible to doubt how happy they were.

And that they had totally not gotten enough plants.

[goldenpinof]

Terrible Influence Tour: Canada & USA leg

30.10.2024, Indianapolis

Clowes Memorial Hall

Capacity: 2 173 (we have ~2 152)**

Start: 20:00

General promoter: AEG Presents

As of the morning 30.10.2024, tickets are still available on Ticketmaster

Our seating chart:

Available seats as of 30.10.2024:

Some prices:

Screenshot from 21.08.2024 (because i didn't take a screenshot of the whole venue on 28.06.2024)*:

Screenshots from 28.06.2024 (the 1st sale day) *(i don't have the last 3 rows, i'm so sorry, idk what was going on there):

**i can't believe i'm linking Wikipedia that can't even count seats correctly. on Ticketmaster's seating chart there are 2 213 seats:

76 - Pit;

1 219 - Main Floor (unless Ticketmaster fucked up with seat numbers);

40 - Benches;

307 - First Terrace and Boxes;

289 - Second Terrace and Boxes;

282 - Third Terrace and Boxes.

2 213 - TOTAL

BUT: benches are never on sale (i've checked other comedy shows till May 2025), so it's 2 173. we also had at least 21 seats blocked to the Right in Rows DD, EE, FF from the beginning, thus 2 152 seats on sale, approximately. very approximately, because Ticketmaster had these weird blocked seats in Terraces, and idk if they opened them for sale when they saw high demand.

[classicmemorialbenches]

What is the tradition of memorial bench?

The tradition of memorial benches dates back many years, and is rooted in the desire to provide a lasting tribute to loved ones who have passed away. Memorial benches are often placed in outdoor settings such as parks, gardens, or other public areas, as well as in private gardens or backyards.

Today, memorial benches are often seen as a way to honor the memory of loved ones, while also providing a peaceful and reflective space for visitors to enjoy. They can be customized with engravings or plaques that commemorate the life and legacy of the person being remembered, and can be designed in a variety of styles and sizes to suit any outdoor setting.

Overall, the tradition of memorial benches is one of remembrance and reflection, and provides a way to celebrate the lives of those who have touched our hearts and made a difference in the world.

[hikari-kaitou]

Memories 1

The trilogy gives off a strong image of winter. What place does Phoenix feel himself drawn to during this cold season? This time the character everyone has been waiting for (?) will make an appearance!

Maya: So what's with this sudden "I want to go see the lake" talk?

Phoenix: Our trial doesn't start until 10, right? I just kinda felt like stopping by beforehand.

M: Gourd Lake, huh… Oh, I bet it's because you're remembering Mr. Edgeworth's case.

P: Well, that too, but… there's just something about this place that brings back memories.

M: Did you kill someone here too, Nick?

P: Don't be silly. It's just the time of year… it makes me want to visit the place for some reason.

M: Hmmm…I'm sensing some romance in the air.

P: …This is the first place I came for fun in this city.

M: Huh?! You mean you're not from here originally?!

P: I moved here to work for Fey and Co. Law Offices.

M: Huh… I see.

P: I was still trying to get used to my new life when Mia and I came to eat hotdogs on this bench together.

M: …Oh? There's someone lost in thought over there.

P: You're right, and he's eating a hotdog.

M: I feel like I've seen that neck frilly before… Ah, he glanced over here.

P: Hey! Don't quickly avert your eyes and try to scurry away!

M: Heyyy! Mr. Edgeworth!! Over here!!

Edgeworth: Hmph… so you found me.

M: What brings you here? Did you receive another suspicious letter?

E: It's not that. It's just something about this time of year… it makes me want to visit this place.

P: Because of that case… I bet.

M: But we already solved that case!

E: …Thank you for that. I mean it.

M: There's something about the look on your face that doesn't seem settled.

P: He's got that wrinkle in his brow as usual, doesn't he.

E: …Could you at least call it a furrow instead of a wrinkle?

M: Speaking of wrinkles, your suit looks as flawless as ever. I can't see a single one!

P: In spite of the usual furrow in your brow.

E: When one is a prosecutor, there are times when one loses one's sense of calm.

M: Oh right, that happens to Nick all the time.

E: When that happens, I intentionally put more effort into arranging my outfit. Having not a thread out of place or a wrinkle to be seen makes me feel calmer somehow.

M: Nick is covered in lose threads today.

P: Leave me alone, would you? I was in a rush this morning.

M: Uh oh Nick, your badge is missing!

P: Crap! I forgot it at the office!

M: And your dress shirt is on backwards!

P: I knew it! I wondered why I was having trouble folding my collar!

M: And look at your shoes! They're both right feet!

P: Whoa! I knew I should have bought a different pair!

M: Not only that, look at your pants!

P: Crud, I forgot to wear any!

E: …. You clearly haven't.

M: ……You could have played along with us, Mr. Edgeworth.

P: Oh well, he's always like this.

E: …It's about time.

P: Right. Well, see ya.

E: Mm, see you in court.

At People Park

Chocolate statue

A Wright and Co. Christmas

New Years

Turnabout Goodbyes

Valentine's Day

White Day

Justice For All, Now on Sale

The New Student and the Rookie

Swimming in the Ocean

Seasonal Wardrobe Change

English Version

[delopsia]

how much of the truck do you think Rhett has replaced over the years? (maybe the better question is what hasnt been replaced at this point) like do you think hes completely rebuilt the transmission and engine? is there a point that he will give up on it? or do you think hes the person that will say that as long as the seat is the same one its the same truck? cuz it isnt going to last forever because that truck is how old and its also been a farm truck all its life. regardless of what state we are all living in now its safe to say that the Wyoming winters have taken a toll on the truck in the form of rust and wear and tear. if he rusts through the frame (a death sentence for vehicles) will he buy the same make in model that has had an easier life and just take his transmission and engine (he just put those in less than 80,000 miles ago god danmit!!) out and put it into the one with the good frame. i think if he ever does throw the towel in on the truck hes going to keep the seat and put it in his room in the house because theres too many memories on that seat for the thruple

I am so happy that someone is asking me about the trucks because I have put so much unnecessary thought and work into them. But Rhett's truck... Jesus Christ, it is the bane of my existence. I cannot figure out what year it is, and it's been driving me up the wall, but I'll admit I've been using this sale listing as a reference.

I'm in trouble if this truck ever sells.

That old truck has close to 225,000 miles on it at this point; it's practically gone everywhere, and for some damn reason, it's still alive and kicking. Had about 100,000 miles when Rhett bought it, and he's driven it to all hell ever since.

He's replaced the front and rear wheel hubs three times now. Had to put in new ball joints, and rust essentially forced him to replace the transmission, fuel, and brake lines after a couple of years. Shortly after that, the transmission failed and forced Rhett to gather a few buddies to help him rebuild it. But it's been a lot of small fixes here and there, the forgettable things that take an afternoon, and that's it.

The old truck was built to last, and even though nobody is 100% sure where it spent its early years, it's been well taken care of. If there's an odd noise or it starts to act out of character, the problem is located and found within the week. It's always best to fix the issue when its small, rather than wait until it gets worse.

Trucks last on the Abbott ranch. Royal's vehicle is older than Rhett's, and it's still alive and kicking! I haven't done a ton of research into what Royal drives, but I think it's an '80s GMC C/K Sierra Classic.

Honorary comparisons.

Nifty how Rhett and his Dad both seem to have Sierra's, lmao.

Regardless, it's an old truck. If Royal's truck can make it, so can Rhett's

Unless it becomes a money pit that can't stand to run for more than a few hours at a time, then Rhett's going to be hanging onto it. He could replace the whole vehicle over the course of time and still believe it's the exact same truck. But if it does fail, he'd likely go with another older-model truck with a bench seat. Maybe not the same make and model, but he'd be happy to bring home another in a different color.

As of the "current time" in the story, the Sierra is living herself a nice little life in the garage. Her Pavement Princess era, if you want me to start sounding cripplingly Gen-Z. Rhett's new work requires a lot of trailer pulling and things that the Sierra just couldn't keep up with, which means a new truck!

In Whispers In The Dark, I vaguely hinted that Rhett left the Sierra in Wyoming for a period of time because he'd bought a new truck after moving out.

This was the truck!

A 2019 Ford F-350 that I picked out back in February and simply never mentioned to anyone 😭 it never made sense to mention the exact make and model, so it got reduced to "Rhett's other truck."

After the Sierra comes home, she gets to become the official date night vehicle, alongside Bob's. It's her only job now!

I haven't mentioned a ton about Bob's truck, but since we're already on the topic, he's got a 2021 Toyota Tundra in the color Midnight Black Metallic. I exclusively picked this truck for him because some models come with a front-row bench seat.

Who would have thought that I'd have so much truck lore 🧍‍♂️

[thepoeticbubble]

Here the world wakes up, the sky unfolds, the clouds unclog like active acne, bloody hearts throb with a heaviness, salts seep in, amidst the freezed viens and cemented bones , everything is solid from the outside but gnawed from behind.

Infront of our house,few miles ahead there used to be a lake, the lake is orphaned , the stream about to be silenced , the birds about to be subjugated by thirst, the skin about to be parched.

I grow timid at prepositions else there's more to describe, what's beneath, behind,infront and after you. theres more to envision through imagery , but I can't figure out how to photograph it in words.i cant put everything in language even if I want to, I can't bake poetry everytime ,the oven of mind gets in distress ,sometimes the chimney doesn't clear the smoke off efficiently enough that I can cook the next prose. i wish someone would arrive and let open the windows to bring gush of fresh air without intervening my thoughts ,you will be Noticed not by my eyes but heart .

But my door bell doesn't ring anymore, its throat is lacerated and I don't think anyone visits here either, so it could make even the faintest sound.

It's not like city is out of stock , there is a plethora people but I think I exist remotely.

On days , I yearn to fix the bell but the thought of not being visited deliberately seems more repulsive , so I let the broken door bell follow the code of conduct ~ somebody might have tried to reach me but ughhh curse this doorbell

It is unjust for Inanimate things that surround me,dismembered by the loudness of my Grievances , sinking in a air of loneliness. I never ask them if they are fine because what if the reply is blasphemous.

But Some day some one will knock for sure, and i don't intend to send them back without a cup of tea , send them off annoyed by the smell of flashbacks of burning bread crumbs in fire , I intent to offer hospitality.

So, I mop the floor of my heart, scrubb off the dizziness , measure the diameter to have an idea of space left empty , I could be clear enough but why should I, I estimate the entire fleshy landscape is vacant and not even one thirty-sixth of yard is available in yours, I don't expect you to evaluate my measurements, how would the world care if my sound echos paradoxically, my thoughts appear convoluted , my mind a labyrinth where people stray in search of an exit but are Incapable of , where hope sits aloof and inert .

Here the walls are painted red with a mural that pictures thin blue branches stretching in and out the blind walls. Certain fissures depict that this framework has been susceptible to severe earthquakes from years.

In between the cracks, love's left a goodbye letter , an unredeemable heart ache , a kiss of death , verses of ill-omen never to be read by these fragile lips of life.

The realisation jolts my consciousness in exceedingly high S.I units that i decide to depart as soon as possible.

The road is forlorn, no busses are on business, no one promises a lift to home. It's said when you are overwhelmed, you must reminiscent memoirs from your good books , like a thought that would pacify the quarrels of your mind.

I sit on bench nearby try to recollect my address, which doesn't pass on through my head and i feel defeated down to my bones again. The pickle is what people say should be done , doesn't really compensate for my troubles because to retrieve a congenial memory at times of crisis means to uproot the brain and implant a fictitious spray of dopamine without thinking, this quick aid of "not thinking" vigorously mocks at me.

So, I take my head in my hands to wave off the ridiculous resolutions and again count the shops that come in the way of my home.

The numbers do not stop because cities are always on display and to be found in a market is such a farce, you will sold for sale. I wonder if anyone else was this absurd while being on fright and flight mode~nonsence

The bats babble , you see no life in human form and you ought to get panicked in an amount never metered, the leaves clap and claw out your heart,a strange laughter comes from the wild and you are in the middle of road that doesn't have a board to assure you where you are. Your mind has no gps, and location was never mapped too. The lake has perhaps migrated flushing your home or the lake never existed.

So, to scream just for the sake of hopelessness that adheres you seems the only option. When the tears are about to be delivered, you are called by your mother and the glass shatters, you are home , pulled back from your nightmares

Hope is sometimes cloaked in hopelessness, the cry is made to reach to ears and that is what hope is, to subconsciously believe that your tears will be harvested even when you are in your worst dream, that you will be found from the unknown and unnamed roads.

Home is somewhere in the hearts of those who take this responsibility of holding your hand in times when your identity card is lost, those who come uncalled , those who won't let you be lost when you have lost the address, those who remember you .

Home is always nearby ,you are never estranged from it, just know that while you are fidgeting in your worries somebody is looking for you. Someone is searching you and someone's going to hug right after you are traced . You are homed in hearts that aren't dead

-tabish.j

[honeylikesyanderes]

christmas with the yanderes (pt. 1?)

i'm here, i'm here, daddy's home just in time for the holidays.

18+ mdni: mostly wholesome, bit suggestive tho. contains mild yandere themes. y'all stay safe out there. mwah.

karma:

expensive christmas

most def flies you out to either a winter cabin in the alps (if you're the snow type) or to a tropical country (if you dislike winter)

regardless of where you go, a shopping spree is guaranteed.

karma would literally spend all his money on you if he could (or if you'd let him)

if its a tropical country; he's probably going to take you on a tour, and really let you learn the local culture (and unsurprisingly, he can speak the local language)

if its a winter getaway, you guys are either gonna be snuggled indoors together, or skiing/snowboarding together (although he'd secretly die from worry). its all up to you tbh.

possible gifts you could receive: literally anything you've mentioned wanting, new clothes and shoes, and probably a credit card thats linked to karma's private bank account.

possible gifts he'd like to receive: something handmade by you, new piercing jewellery, a male grooming kit, your hand in marriage.

rich man, rich Christmas; 10/10.

bhodi

cozy Christmas

bo's the type to stay indoors and stay snuggled up with you through the holidays

you guys would most probably make hot cocoa (his grandma's recipe is amazing!) as well as bake treats together

he'd set up a tree and play cute Christmas music throughout the house as well

and even though you're not expecting it, bhodi would probably stack tons and tons of gifts under the tree for you

and on Christmas day when you wake up, you'll have tons of packages to open.

oddly enough, its everything from your wishlist. your private wishlist....

possible gifts you could receive: handmade sweater (he commissioned a small business to make it), some cute jewellery (if you wear any), a scrapbook with pictures of you guys together, and everything on your wishlist fr.

possible gifts he'd want: your used underwear, matching clothing for you and him, a nail polish set, pieces of your hair.

cozy boy Christmas, 10/10

max

red Christmas

max would probably try to attend all the Christmas parties he can in the human world

he's a ''tattoo artist'' and humans usually get stupid tattoos done at parties

if you'd like to come with, he's always game, but if not, then its cool as well.

when he's not tattooing crazy youths, he's usually wandering around the city with you

exploring the shops that are having sales or just having fun in the snow.

you guys would most def have a snow ball fight and make snow angels

or if you're not in the mood for that, you guys would sit on a park bench together as its snowing, and sip hot drinks as you laugh and talk all night.

and for the first time, max is wholesome enough to give you a gift with a handwritten letter confessing his love.

(and maybe at the end of the night, you guys feed off a random civilian just for fun :) )

possible gifts you could get: some expensive/ antique jewellery, something weird/niche that you mentioned wanting, something to support your hobby, a pet.

possible gifts he'd want: a new tattoo gun and needles, new pigments, new sunglasses, (let him tattoo you!!), a book in Japanese that he mentions wanting, your blood in a vial necklace.

red Christmas, 9/10 (its not for everyone)

memory

white Christmas

memory hasn't ever really celebrated Christmas

he's been alive for so long, and he's never been interested enough to want to partake

however, with you in the picture, its a little different

so he reads up about Christmas, the customs, the traditions and the modern day celebrations

he most def takes you to the Christmas fair in town, and buys you whatever catches your eye

he sets up a Christmas tree in his wing of the castle as well

he'd also like to bake cookies with you as per the human custom

if you're religious, he accompanies you to your place of worship (although its not his favourite place to be)

anything you want to do, he's there. he makes himself present and available for you

although he may not understand the hype, if it makes you happy, he's happy to participate.

possible gifts you could get: books, vampire themed stuffed animals, a new device/console, anything you thought about recently that he heard when he read your mind, a creampie.

possible gifts he'd want: books, more reagents, your hand in marriage, creampies.

white Christmas, 9/10.

[lightcreators]

@coastercrushed continue from here

"big fan of things i can't have," well, he can have the fast food but he can't necessarily leave to get it. he's stuck in this god damn abandoned amusement park for all eternity! or, you know, until everyone he knows dies and his memory isn't alive anymore. then he'll go---...somewhere else. no one really knows. he's dramatic, as always. he'll drape himself over the table of a picnic bench, a heavy sigh leaving him.

"i can't leave to get a frozen fanta whenever i want,"

He  might  not  be  able  to  leave  that  place  for  gain  what  he  desired  …  but  he  can  giving  him  what  he  wanted.  Having  an  good  Happy  Meals  between  boys,  it  was  the  perfect  spot,  right  ?  Oh,  if  there  was  other  spirits  around,  he  would  giving  them  their  share,  otherwise  it  would  be  other  graves  inside  the  way  that  will  get  his  offering.  ❝  Hmmmm,  you  might  find  someone  that  can  show  you  stuff  from  the  outside  world.  Having  someone  keep  you  compagny,  and  telling  so  many  stories  you  will  have  your  mind  fullfilled  of  endless  thoughts  !  ❞  He  laughed.  ❝  Did  you  want  only  an  frozen  fanta  or  you  want  something  else  ?  Nuggets  ?  An  Happy  Meal  ?  An  good  hambuger  ?  ❞   He  asked  with  vivid  enthusiasm  in  temporarily  managing  to  escape  from  the  extreme  loneliness  he  could  feel  here.  It  was  his  duty  to  make  everything  more  festive.  He  would  learn  in  time  to  restart  popcorn  machine  …  while  he  learned  more  about  landscape  of  modern  world.  Shadowing  traveling  to  the  local  Mcdonalds  and  back,  it  was  easy,  it  wouldn't  take  much  time.  Knowing  Mcdonalds  points  of  sale  was  the  most  crucial  information  to  know .  ❝  We  can  share  our  miseries  together,  and  you  will  have  what  you  want  too.  ❞ He  proposed  slowly.

[catholicism-connoiseur]

St Augustine's

Following the experience of confession in St Peter's, I was naturally curious to see how other local churches treated the sacred practice. The next church by distance was Saint Augustine's Catholic Church; colloquially "the Augustinian". A smaller church, far from the cathedral-like scale of St. Peter's, the Augustinian hosts a far cozier and homely atmosphere than the imposing stone structure that maintains a centrepiece of the town. It hosts a significantly more community-focused and welcoming mass than most that I have seen elsewhere, and includes (by comparison to most churches' narratives, quite radically) forward thinking themes and choice interpretations of scripture in its teachings. They even have gluten-free communion bread!

In matters of exterior presentation, the church features a Victorian Gothic façade established at the same time as the church itself, in the years 1859-1866. The church has no such grand spires that reach great heights as other churches in town, rather is a humble and unobtrusive structure that sits neatly on Shop Street between an antiquated bar and a local clothing store. A gift shop inhabits part of the church's entrance, providing an information desk as well as sale of religious paraphernalia.

Entering the church, one can feel a stark and noticeable contrast in the environment to that of St. Peter's, St. Mary's and many other churches. Simple changes in interior decoration make enormous difference to the ambience: for example, the carpeted floors and cushioned pews create not only a more directly comfortable and welcoming place of worship, they also aid in removing the cold air and echoes found in more barren, abstemious churches that seem to almost pride themselves on their lack of comfort. By comparison, the Augustinian's interior is akin to walking into someone's (albeit massively spacious and oddly furnished) home. The air is warm but not stale; the lower ceiling creates an easier space to heat than enormously tall cathedral-style roofs, but maintains enough height for good circulation. (A more extensive catalogue of the church’s interior and exterior architecture can be found at the National Inventory of Architectural Heritage, including specifications on the nave, roof, walling, gables, rafters and most every other facet of the building.)

One attribute that draws attention though, is the unique stained glass windows adorning the church’s front face and behind the altar. Best seen from the inside to fully appreciate the use of colour and the intricate idiosyncrasies of the craftwork, one of the church’s windows depicts an elegant visage of the titular St Augustine as well as St Monica. The Passion Window, fitted in 1928 and restored in 1994, was created by a Harry Clarke, an acclaimed Irish artist of stained glass. Before his untimely death in 1931, Clarke had crafted over 130 stained glass windows, many religious but many others secular: his expression was not solely based in Catholicism and often featured flora, fauna, commentary on social issues and macabre characters and details that even juxtaposed traditional Catholic stained glass depictions. His work featured in the Augustinian is a beautiful, complex piece and is a treasure to the parish and town alike.

Another feature that grants this church a more communal and welcoming atmosphere is the adjoined Garden of Remembrance. This secluded garden adjoining the church's southern wall is found through a (wheelchair accessible) walkway into the main patio, where stand five stone slabs surround a water feature memorial. The slabs, and a portion of the southern wall too, hold plaques bearing names of loved ones to those in the parish, be it family, friends or pets. The area can be visited as a tranquil and sacred place to honour and remember those who have passed. There are wooden benches and soft lighting that creates a cozy and comforting atmosphere. Lush foliage adorns the enclosure, including holly, juniper and some fruit trees among many other aromatic plants. The garden is also a frequent haunt of the church's resident cat, Monica (after the Saint).

Continuing to the Confessional portion of this review, though: A dark marble plaque at the entrance informs of the church's mass, vigil and confession times. Inquiring at the small shop inside the church, I was advised to arrive punctually, as confessions tended to be busy, and so the next Friday at noon, I sat quietly in line behind a half dozen or so people. As the priest approached and the line began moving, I was admittedly elated to see that the confessional booth built into the wall of the church was in fact being used! This brought into question why, despite having a booth present, the previous church, St. Peters, elected instead for a face-to-face confessional. But for the moment, my own turn had arrived, and I entered the booth.

The box was small but not too restrictively so. A short kneeling bar on the floor faced the panel through which one speaks to the priest. It was dim and slightly difficult to see, but I figured this to be largely intentional to maintain the environment of anonymity and confidentiality. I confessed my "sin" to the priest, and was met with a decidedly calm and composed response. He seemed somewhat amused at the tameness of the sin in question, and prescribed but a single Hail Mary as penance. Funnily enough, this remarkably lax repentance granted some credulity to the idea (proposed during the drunken group brainstorming session) that perhaps those who frequented confessionals would go to one church over another for a lighter penance.

To conclude, the Augustinian is a church that many could take notes from. With such a mass exodus (pun intended) from the faith in recent decades, it's become more clear than ever that in our modern social climate, staunch rigidity to dogmatic doctrine and antiquated ideologies is pathetically ineffective at maintaining a dedicated following, much less at encouraging greater numbers to join. Some churches around the town (and country) have even been repurposed into art galleries and secular community halls due to insufficient patronage. For the religion to find any kind of long-term support from this and future generations, the path to follow is that which the Augustinian seems to set out. A church that serves and uplifts the people, not the reverse.

St Augustine's Drogheda Church gets a solid 8.5/10. Hell yeah.