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binbogummy · 21 days ago

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Humans are —

Chapter 4

Any and all previously set chapter limits have officially been thrown out the window. Will be writing for this one until I'm satisfied~

Some tags: Female-reader | Platonic x reader | Fluff | Sickfic | Post-Seaon 1, Pre-Season 2

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By the time lunch rolled around, the rain outside was still falling at a light drizzle, continuing to tap faintly against the bookshop’s windows. Inside, the warm glow of the shop’s lighting reflected on the polished wooden surfaces, casting a serene atmosphere over the quiet afternoon.

Aziraphale had, of course, taken it upon himself to prepare lunch. He’d insisted you stay cozy in the guest room until it was ready, but you’d managed to convince him to let you join him downstairs.

Still wrapped in one of his heavier knitted blankets, you sat at a small, round table in one of the bookshop’s cozier nooks.

"I've prepared just the thing for such a dreary afternoon," Aziraphale announced proudly as he placed two small, steaming bowls on your respective sides of the table, along with a plate of five or so neatly stacked and golden brown 'cheese toasties' between you.

You smiled brightly at the sight. Tomato soup and grilled cheese, a classic. The soup was garnished with a bit of cream and basil and the gooey centers of the sandwiches were just visible from where they'd been cut in half, diagonally of course.

"And for dessert-" he gestured to a small tray off to the side, "Some lemon drizzle cake~"

You couldn't deny that this was beyond delightful and drummed your feet happily against the floor as he set everything out. "Ahh! It looks awesome!" You cheered and Aziraphale seemed to preen at the praise, sitting across from you and smoothing a napkin over his lap. His delight in orchestrating moments like this was infectious, and after this morning, you were doing your best to honor his request and allow yourself to enjoy it all wholeheartedly.

"Please, enjoy~" He prompted and you happily complied, snagging one of the sandwich halves from the tray and dipping the corner into the soup before taking a bite.

It was just as nostalgic as you'd hoped, but the basily flavor of the 'bisque', as he had eventually referred to it, was a nice extra touch and your happy little shimmy returned with a satisfied hum as you dipped again.

You still weren't the most talkative thanks to the mild discomfort in your head and chest, but Aziraphale filled the silence eagerly, chittering about the littlest of occurrence on Wickber Street over the last few weeks, or whatever he'd read in the daily paper this morning. And knowing the cause now, never once did your silence bother him. Instead, he seemingly pulled just as much engagement from your enthusiastic nods and agreeing hums.

Aziraphale carefully dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, setting it aside before continuing.

"Oh! You know that little bakery down the street? The one with the blue shutters?"

You hummed in acknowledgment, tucking into your second grilled cheese.

"That's where I got this little morsel this morning," He nodded to the small, rectangular cake on the table, "and apparently they've just won an award from the Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association for their éclairs! Best in Soho, apparently. Though between you and me," he leaned in conspiratorially, "I'm not entirely sure how they managed it. They tend to use a bit too much chocolate icing, don't you think?"

You swallowed your mouthful and gave a small nod, adding a soft hum of agreement to his critique.

"Exactly!" he exclaimed, delighted by your silent validation. "Now, I do think their fruit tarts are rather divine, but the éclairs? A touch overrated, if you ask me."

You lifted a hand, tilting it back and forth as if to say, 'They’re alright'.

"Ah, precisely!" Aziraphale said, grinning broadly. "Not terrible, of course, but of out of everything they have to offer they certainly wouldn't have been my first choice for an award."

"Love a good fruit tart," you agreed raspily.

He nodded solemnly, then gestured toward your bowl. "How’s your soup? Quite to your liking?"

"Mmhm!" You nodded happily, prepared to give your thanks again when suddenly-

"Well, looky here~"

You'd been the only one startled in that moment, while Aziraphale was already prepared with a gentle scolding.

"Crowley, I'm most certain I had asked you to start using the door."

"Did you? Must have forgotten. Used it last night though, didn't I?" The demon shrugged with casual indifference, stopping a few yards away from your table, his hands in his pockets as he scrutinized your little lunch date. "Hope I'm not interrupting, Aziraphale. I guess you finally decided to open that bed and breakfast after all?"

"We're having lunch actually. You'll do well to note the time of day. " Aziraphale corrected and you had to bite your lip to stop a laugh.

"Anyway," Crowley continued, shaking his head in your direction, "I was in the neighborhood again, thought I might stop by to check on our little patient."

It was then you noticed him looking you up and down and you were forced to swallow your pride then and there.

You were still in the nightgown, now donning a pair of soft, knee-high stockings Aziraphale had given you this morning to come downstairs in.

They happened to match terribly well, and you were also terribly comfy. But you also knew that Crowley knew that Aziraphale was the only person capable of wearing you down and getting you into such soft attire. And the demon was surely eating up the fact that you'd actually let him.

This morning however, you'd decided to own it. And when Crowley's smirk widened at the sight of you bundled up and eating lunch in bedclothes in the middle of the day, you looked right at him and took a proud bite of your grilled cheese as if to say, 'Yeah? What about it?" Which, of course, only made him snicker.

"Surprised to see you up and about. Thought the angel'd have you locked down in bed all day." Crowley drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

You rolled your eyes and were about to cut in with how silly that was, when Aziraphale beat you to it with a rather different response.

"Oh, absolutely," Aziraphale interjected, his tone kind but firm. "She'll be back upstairs safe and sound right after lunch. Rest is the best medicine, after all." You turned to the angel in mild surprise, but he continued. "Quite considerate of you to be worried for her, though, Crowley." Aziraphale mused, before nodding to you graciously. "As you can see , I've everything under control, and with a bit of time we're sure to see her safely on the mend!" The angel announced proudly and Crowley's eyes shifted to you.

Deciding to brush your apparent early bed-time under the rug, you just laughed and rolled your eyes, "Yes, thank you, Aziraphale.

Crowley let out a little hum and Aziraphale perked up with a thought, gesturing toward the empty chair at your table. "Do join us, Crowley. There’s plenty of soup left, and I’d be happy to fetch you a bowl."

"Soup, eh?" Crowley slid into the chair with an air of exaggerated indifference, his long legs stretching out beneath the table. "Suppose I could be convinced."

"Oh, it's quite good," Aziraphale seemed to look at you for reassurance and you quickly nodded, making a point to clean the remaining soup from the inside of your bowl with your last bit of sandwich before popping it in your mouth.

"S'awsome!" You mumbled though your mouthful.

The angel grinned proudly once again, "Oh, yes~ I've had plenty of time to learn to cook as of late with— well, you know!" He seemed to rush past the last part of his sentence with a dismissive wave to Crowley, but you didn't give it much thought. "I'll fetch you some now!" Aziraphale rose immediately, bustling off to the kitchen with a speed that suggested he was thrilled to have another guest to feed.

Crowley waited until Aziraphale was well out of earshot, his gaze trailing lazily after the angel as he disappeared into the kitchen. Then, with a sharp tilt of his head in your direction, he cocked a brow when he noticed the way you'd also been staring in the direction Aziraphale had disappeared with a barely visible frown.

"Something on your mind, love? Not enjoying the royal treatment?"

"Huh?" You turned to him in questioning surprise before being cut off with a cough. "Oh, no no, nothing like that." You assured him. "Aziraphale has been really sweet,"

"But~" Crowley, prompted leaning forward as he sensed the unsaid addition to your words.

You laughed half-heartedly, distractedly taking a slice of the lemon cake for yourself. "He's been perfectly sweet, but–"

Before you could finish, Aziraphale reappeared, carrying a fresh bowl of soup and a smaller plate with an extra grilled cheese. "Here we are!" he announced cheerfully, setting the food down in front of Crowley with the waiter's precision. "Freshly prepared, just for you."

Crowley regarded the food with a critical eye, then gave a slow nod of approval.

"Isn't it always lovely to have company for a meal? The more the merrier, I say!", Aziraphale beamed as he took his seat again, slicing himself a small piece of the cake as well.

When lunchtime eventually came to an end, Aziraphale began clearing the table, picking up plates and insisting you stay seated despite your attempts to help. The angel's enthusiasm for hosting left little room for anyone else to pitch in, and when you sat up with your bowl and the intention to follow him with it to the sink, it was instead taken from you with the gentle order to stay seated.

"No no, you're still recovering, my dear, and I won't have you overexerting yourself." He stated, stacking the bowls, plates and silverware together with ease to take them all to the sink in a single trip.

Crowley let out a low chuckle, swirling the last bit of soup in his bowl before downing it like a shot and handing it to Aziraphale as he bustled off. "If the angel wants to do it himself, let him do it himself, I say."

Aziraphale disappeared into the kitchen with his arms full of dishes but seemed to reappear in the same breath, drying his hands on a tea towel and smiling warmly at you and Crowley.

"Well, my dear, I believe that's quite enough excitement for the time being. Time to get you back upstairs."

"Awww, already?"

Crowley snickered, reclining lazily in his chair and resting one ankle on his opposite knee. "Better just let him tuck you in again and save yourself the effort."

Aziraphale gave Crowley a reproachful glance before turning his gentle but firm attention back to you. "I must insist. Rest is paramount. A little lunch and pleasant conversation are all well and good, but you've only just started your recovery. We mustn't overdo it."

You blinked at him, "Overdo it? Really?" You deadpanned and then grinned as Aziraphale practically swept you up from behind with a huff, coaxing you out of your chair and toward the staircase. "Okay okay, I'm going!" You laughed

"Good girl, now up you go!" He urged you up kindly when you reached the base of the stairs. "I've some soup left on the stove to put away but I'll be up in just a moment to see you settled."

You nodded humorously. Truth be told, being sick did have a special way of sapping your strength, so going back to bed, even at 2pm in the afternoon, wouldn't be the worst thing the world right now.

Aziraphale waited by the bottom of the stairs until you'd ascended all the way, giving a satisfied nod once you'd disappeared from sight before hurrying to finish his clean up.

He passed Crowley on the way, slowing down as the demon leaned back to give him a toothy grin.

"Don't, Crowley, I know that look. You've been smiling like that since you arrived," Aziraphale scolded as he pushed in the chairs at the table. His tone was clipped but familiar, the kind of reprimand he reserved for the kind of attitude he was entirely too used to. "If you've nothing of value to contribute, kindly keep your cynical way of thinking to yourself."

"Oh, sure, sure," Crowley nodded and leaned back, balancing precariously on the back legs of his chair. "Wouldn't dream of interfering. Just thought you might be enjoying this a bit too much, is all." The demon drawled teasingly.

Aziraphale froze mid-step, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he turned his back to the other man and continued to the kitchen. "I'm afraid I've not the faintest idea as to what you're referring to," he replied haughtily, but Crowley stood with a stretch to follow.

"Oh, come on now. Don't play coy. I know you, Angel. You've got that little twinkle in your eye, that spring in your step. Positively glowing with purpose this afternoon, aren't we?"

Aziraphale sniffed offendedly as he removed a still steaming pot from the stove, but feigned indifference at the demon's words. "There's nothing wrong with taking care of those we care about, Crowley. If you ever tried it yourself you might also find it quite... rewarding."

"Mmhmm, course," Crowley nodded with mock agreement, leaning against the kitchen doorway "Makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it? Having someone to look after. Something to do~"

The angel rolled his eyes but didn't grace the demon's teasing with further response, just pulling a clean ladle from a drawer and finding a small container in one of his cupboards.

"Don't get me wrong, though, Angel. I think it's sweet. Really. You've cooked up quite the roundabout way to take pleasure in another's suffering. Bit cheeky, don't you think~?"

That was it. Aziraphale turned sharply to the demon, ladle still in hand and his expression halfway between scandalized and defensive as his glare cut through the kitchen. "Crowley! That is a terrible thing to say," he scolded indignantly, though his ears burned crimson. "Her being unwell is hardly something to find satisfaction in and my intentions are only to see her back to proper form as soon as possible."

Before Crowley could respond, Aziraphale gently threw down his ladle and closed the distance between them, aggressively shooing him out the door. "Out. Go on, shoo. If you've come here just to needle me you can show yourself out. Some of us have responsibilities to attend to. Ones you've clearly no hope in understanding."

Crowley held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning as he was backed toward the doorway

"Teasing! You know I'm only teasing! We're both bored as can be after all."

Aziraphale huffed and stepped away, rolling his eyes again with an exasperated sigh, "Really, what's gotten into you lately? Keep your wild assumptions to yourself, and if you're so bored and must stick around, then make yourself useful. Go... I don't know, fetch her something she likes? Bring her spirits up a bit?"

Crowley chuckled softly, sauntering back to his chair with the smug satisfaction of someone who felt that they'd proved their point. "Oh, I'll stick around, Angel. But useful? That's asking a bit much, don't you think?"

The angel shook his head to himself and returned to the kitchen, finally giving the leftover soup a pensive stir before beginning to ladle it into a container.

Once everything had been tidied up and properly stored away, he joined you upstairs.

After climbing the steps and making his way to the guest room, he paused at the door.

His hand hovered above the knob as Crowley's teasing echoed faintly in his mind. The nerve of some demons, really, he thought, his lips pressing into a thin line before he shook himself free of his sour mood and replaced his frown with a small smile as he gently opened the door to step inside.

The room was just as neatly arranged as he'd left it earlier that morning, with the bed still perfectly made. But there you were, perched on the edge, your knees slightly drawn up and the blanket he'd insisted you carry with you draped loosely over your shoulders. Your focus was distant, your eyes fixed lazily on the rug, but the sound of the door caught your attention, and your expression shifted into a warm smile as you looked up at him.

"My dear, you should be lying down," Aziraphale remarked immediately as he crossed the room with soft but purposeful steps.

You laughed a little, You looked tired.

You laughed softly, your expression humorous but not defiant. "I'm sorry," you apologized, your voice light and tired. "You made it up so nice. It didn't feel right to mess it up." Your explained glancing down at neatly arranged pillows and the perfectly smooth quilt.

Aziraphale let out a little huff and shook his head as the smallest bit of irritation leftover from his interaction with Crowley managed to slip through. "Poppycock," he declared firmly, earning a quiet giggle from you as his hands moved to gently lift the blanket from your shoulders and fold it over his arm. "You mustn't feel shy about getting comfortable. This is your space for now, and you're to make full use of it."

He gestured for you to sit up so he could undo his careful work and with quick, precise

movements, he flung the knit blanket over the top, folded the quilt down, and arranged everything just so. When he was seemingly satisfied, he stepped back and gestured to the now-inviting bed with an encouraging but no-nonsense smile. "There we are, now, in you go!"

You giggled again and complied, sliding into bed. You didn't have so much as a chance to pull the blankets up yourself before he got to work doing it for you. "Thanks, Azi." You mumbled sweetly through a cough as your head fell slowly into the pillow.

Laying down almost immediately began to ease the weak ache in your head and neck.

"Think nothing of it, my dear, think nothing of it." He insisted, fussing with the edges of the blankets until they were perfectly aligned. Then, his hand moved to your forehead, the cool touch startling but comforting as he checked your temperature.

After a moment he frowned faintly, adjusting the pressure of his hand a few times as if trying to double-check his findings. "Still a bit feverish," he murmured, his brows knitting with concern.

Your lips parted to apologize instinctively, but before you could speak, he continued. "But that's to be expected. Fevers don't disappear in a matter of hours, after all. You'll just need a bit more time in bed."

His tone lightened halfway through, as if sensing your guilt and working to nip it in the bud. He stepped back, clasping his hands together. "No need to fret, my dear. I'll fetch you some fever reducers and an ice pack. They'll be sure to help." His smile brightened. "I'll be back posthaste!"

And back posthaste he was, pouring you a glass of cold water and handing you two little, blue oblong pills to take. Sitting up a bit to do so, you graciously accepted, finishing off the rest of the glass afterwards as well and earning a bit of praise from the angel as he eased you back down.

"Very good, you'll need plenty of fluids. Staying hydrated is an essential part to any recovery. And most certainly to breaking a fever " He instructed idly, placing the ice pack securely on your forehead

You nodded slowly and with half lidded eyes, the pack slipping slightly with the weary movement.

Lying down only emphasized how heavy a fever could make your entire body feel. The soothing coolness of the ice pack, paired with the comforting weight and warmth of the blankets anchoring you to the mattress made the idea of rest impossible to argue with; if not entirely welcome.

Aziraphale fussed over you for a few more moments, ensuring the ice pack was perfectly positioned and the blankets were tucked just so. "There now, my dear. All settled for a good nap. I'll be in to check on you shortly and will be up to wake you when dinner is ready, but I'd like you to get as much rest as you can until then."

You made a faint, drowsy sound of acknowledgment and the angel smiled down at you.

He lingered for a moment longer, expression fond and protective as he watched your eyes fall shut and your breathing grow slow and steady; a sure sign you had fully surrendered to rest. Only then did he bend down slightly, murmuring something so softly that the words were completely lost to you in your already half-asleep haze.

And then, with a quiet exhale, he straightened and stepped away, careful not to disturb the soft stillness in the air as he exited the room with a gentle click of the door; already busying himself by recounting in his mind the small list of things he'd need for dinner.

#good omens #GO #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable dads #platonic good omens x reader #good omens x reader #if I had to guess then 6 chapters #probably 6 #maybe #Crowley making fun as if he didn't bring you there on purpose

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amuseoffyre · 2 years ago

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Spotted on the rewatch: how much Michael asks or tries to ask questions.

In the Job incident, they’re the one eyeing Bildad the Shuhite with doubt. They’re the one querying the ‘birthing’ process while Gabriel is standing there like :) They’re the one asking if these are in fact the new children? They’re the one grilling Aziraphale.

In Heaven, they do the same, but not as directly. As if earth is the place where questions can be asked directly, but when it comes to Heaven, you have to tread carefully. And especially when Gabriel shoots down Armageddon 2.0. “May I ask why”, they say and Gabriel gives them permission to ask but doesn’t deign to give them an answer when they do.

As Uriel and the Metatron pointed out, there’s an institutional problem afoot with people not doing what they’re meant to do. Holding on to the top spot means diplomacy, tact and not asking/saying the wrong thing, otherwise you could end up naked in Soho with no memory.

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens season two

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thealogie · 1 year ago

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what are your tips for things to do to spend time before it's time for queuing? I'm notoriously bad at thinking up stuff that aren't finding a fun place to go eat

It depends on how early you’re getting to London and what you like to do. *puts on the donmar warehouse official voice* luckily our theatre is in the heart of central London with many attractions nearby. If you’re looking for arts: somerset House is just a ten minute walk and has a lovely gallery. The British museum is also close.

Personally I would grab breakfast at the ivy market grill and then hang out at the foyles bookstore that’s just around the corner from the theatre just browsing books and being cozy and reading. You can also walk around soho a bit and explore the shops.

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singularitynumber48 · 5 days ago

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Salt Harbor Grill

I've decided to finally use my Tumblr and post occasional Sims 4 builds and maybe some other Sims 4 related content.

So, for my first post, here is Salt Harbor Grill.

This build was originally called Coconut Bay Bistro that I created from a Lilsimsie Shell. I later decided to re-do it and use as much custom content as I wanted.

Here it is, I hope you like it!

Night Views

For those interested, it can be downloaded off the Gallery.

My Gallery ID is Whistler2848.

*There is a custom menu, I believe most of it is icemunmun, littlbowbub and AroundTheSims4

Custom Content:

Pierisim

Coldbrew - Coffee Shop Menu

David's Apartment - Painting 2

Harrie

Spoons - Modern Artwork C, Host Station

Klean - Plaster Wall

Coastal - Outdoor Loveseat, Outdoor Armchair, Outdoor Sofa, Firepit

Felixandre

SOHO - Painting 1, Round Sink, Mirror Slim, Japanese Toilet, Travertine Floor, Ficus Planter, Glass Door 4 Tile Open Medium, Glass Door Medium

Kyoto - Wall Frame

Grove - Plaster Wall Bottom, Swaying Date Palm 2, Swaying Date Palm Tree

Peacemaker_ic

Postmodern Living - Sims Haus

Kitayama - Wave Gradient

SixamCC

Furniture Showroom - Circles for a Wall

Small Spaces Work From Home - Square Glass Dining Table

Stylish Wood Dream Backyard - Stone-Enclosed Patio Fire Pit

awingedllama

Boho Living - Abstract "Art"

Myshunosun

Midsummer Eve Garden Lantern

LittleDica

Rise&Grind - Polished Metal Cafe Window 4 Meters High, 1 Meters Wide; InvisiBarrier Fence; InvisiBarrier Railing

House of Harlix

Harluxe - AC Control

Kichen 2Point0 Part 1 - Molten Glass Hanging Light 2 Medium

Max20

Sabal Palmetto (Tall), Sabal Palmetto (Medium)

Syboulette

Jules - Textured Wall

CharlyPancakes

Chalk - Letterboard

Amoebae

Put A Lid On It Ceiling - Concrete

Wondymoon (TSR)

Ornatus Dining Room - Ornatus Wall Art

Kardofe (TSR)

MinimalSIM_kardofe_Dining Malu_Picture 2

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims4

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anthonybialy · 5 months ago

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At Work or Play, Always Paul Cascio

He was already near the top. Paul Cascio’s office on Two World Trade Center’s 84th floor summarized his professional and personal trajectory. Living large was a principle he followed before, during, and after work. Consistent living allows for steadily getting ahead.

The ambitious believe there’s no reason to wait for advancement. One can reach promotions before a certain age that comes to mind for those who burden themselves with limits. Serving as vice president at financial brokerage company Euro Brokers was an impressive title for someone who was 23 years old. But such steps come naturally to the motivated. Paul didn’t think he was too young to be an executive. He was right.

Approaching work in a similar manner to free moments doesn’t just make the day go by faster: it establishes a mentality that makes every aspect fulfilling. Paul was renowned for his commitment to achievement no matter the life area. Recreation was a game which he seemed to always win.

The vigorous competitor excelled at sports in the way frequently seen by bold types who take initiative. He played many as a reflection of his diverse interests and restless nature. The multitasking athlete was a high school swimmer, baseball player, and cross country runner. A teammate to many was honored with a varsity letter that was previously possible to view at the 9/11 Memorial Museum's In Memoriam gallery as part of exhibit titled Comeback Season: Sports After 9/11. He posthumously showed the value of coming together for enjoying the thrill of games when it didn’t seem like we’d ever experience joy again.

The personal sporting artifact served as a particular notable lesson about play’s value that represented the objective of museum’s presentation. Sports serve as a metaphor for what goes on between games. Participants present admirable characteristics on their own that are transferable to other scenarios. Prevailing despite a competition’s limits and physical obstacles is for determined people who complete tasks with zeal away from venues, too. Pins for a handful of sports befit someone with ample activities lined up. He didn’t skip seasons.

The embodiment of driven behavior reached goals while he wasn’t playing, as well. The graduate of Long Island’s Manhasset Secondary School went on to do the same at the University of Vermont. Cherish what’s accomplished by those in our lives while they’re still with us to respect the memory of Paul as one of 11 alumni murdered.

Paul knew how to make the most of whatever. Even his living situation signified his irrepressible personality. He resided in fashionable SoHo where he often hosted friends while grilling on his rooftop in a combination of living comfortably and his natural tendency to create the epicenter of socializing.

Rapid personal progress shows a dynamic individual applying himself. A similar principle follows out of the workspace. People remain constant when they’re not being paid. The same person who toiled figuratively high in the company and literally in the sky was the one who made the most of occasions away from his desk, too.

The simplest way to have fun is to work hard first. A little spending money leads to the chance to jet anywhere desired. An impressive job enabled frequent excursions. Paul took having fun seriously. He became legendary for putting together impromptu trips that began as casual half-serious ideas, embodied by jetting to Los Angeles and Dublin just to see his favorite band U2 in concert. You might never think of an offhand comment about international travel becoming an actual experience. That is because you were not friends with Paul, who made a hobby out of turning crazy suggested notions into reality.

It’s easy to appreciate a legacy that’s seen in countless online guestbook posts lamenting his loss by lauding how much he added to our world. His tribute page features a suitably lengthy feed of remembrances from childhood buddies, college pals, and relatives who seem like they would have gladly befriended Paul were they not lucky enough to be related to him. Fond accounts are packed with memories of adventures on campus and around the globe which all share him as a common feature.

Mourners can pay tribute at different locations to someone who put so much into many endeavors. Mount Saint Mary Cemetery in Flushing serves as the site of rest for a person who was continually in motion. Paul is also commemorated on Panel S-30 of the South Pool of the National September 11 Memorial. The vice president is one of 61 Euro Brokers employees with names gathered together. An immeasurably devastating loss at just one company is a staggering illustration of the attack on humanity’s scale.

By any measure, Paul was a success far beyond his limited years as seen by his thriving career and invigorating take on existence. A giant personality who lived accordingly also epitomized decency. His final act put who he was on display: Paul and a coworker went to help someone in need of assistance after the attack in a decision that may have cost him his life while showing what he made of it. Paul Regan Cascio was the best sort of person in the worst circumstances. He set an aspirational example that continues. To this day, Paul lived a lot.

https://project2996.wordpress.com/

#Paul Cascio #September 11 #World Trade Center #never forget #9/11 #Project 2996 #Euro Brokers #Two World Trade Center

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filipeanut · 11 months ago

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Is a sinigang ramen possible? Apparently yes.

Ramo Ramen in London's Soho district merges a sampalok (tamarind) broth with noodles, nori, roasted tomato, soft-boiled egg, and two grilled prawns making this a seafood and halal sinigang ramen.

I also enjoyed the art there.

https://filipeanut.art/art-and-food-at-a-filipino-ramen-spot-in-london/

#Sinigang #Ramen #Filipino-Japanese #Sampalok #Tamarind #Ramo Ramen #Soho #London

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karalynlovescake · 1 year ago

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❄️ for the WIP game!

Snowflake "Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing."

Hm. Tricky. Because the WIP that I'm actually almost done with is my non-Sandman one, and I don't know which of the ones after that is going to get done next. (Still trying to get my brain back up and running after catching covid and losing all of last week.)

So you get a snippet from "How to handle territorial aggression in your anthropomorphic personification " one that I have no idea when I might actually get around to finishing it. This is my "Hob Gadling rescues Dream from Roderick Burgess in 1989 but not only is Dream not grateful he's really pissed off about it," fic.

Morpheus came back about two weeks later. Not in any normal way, of course, damn him. But when Hob returned home one evening he found him already there, stretched out in a chair in his sitting room, looking morose.

“Good to see you,” Hob said cautiously.

“I have returned, as I said I would,” Dream said, sounding absolutely miserable about it.

"So I see. To reward me, or to punish me?"

He wasn't particularly worried about the answer to that question. He felt certain that if there was to be smiting, it would have been done at once, as it had before they’d left Fawney Rig. At the moment, Morpheus seemed more tired than angry; perhaps whatever he'd been up to for the last few weeks had tempered his rage.

And Hob had also had enough time that his own anger had cooled. He'd had enough time to start moving financial assets and planning his next 'death,' should the wrong people from either mundane or supernatural worlds come looking for him, knowing that he'd moved to rescue his friend with more urgency than guile.

He'd also had the time to go back to Soho to see if Mr. Fell wanted his books back, and to grill him for information about exactly what kind of title ‘Dream of the Endless’ was.

(In point of fact he had stormed in, slammed the books on the counter, and barely gotten out a thank you, before demanding "Now what exactly did I just break out of jail?")

#wip ask meme

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yourfrankiethings · 5 days ago

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The Devonshire, London, 1/22/25

exterior – 17 Denman St, London W1D 7HW, United Kingdom The Devonshire has a pub called the Public House downstairs (known for its perfect pint of Guinness) and then the two floors above feature a wood grill restaurant and seating. Having been in Soho since 1793, they dry age, butcher their Scottish beef on site, and offer locally caught seafood. They are open 7 days a week and the grill is…

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NEW YORK OR NOWHERE

A December and white Christmas in NYC was everything and more. The city captures an energy that is pretty unmatched and if it is anywhere else in the world that I could move to in this lifetime, it would be New York.

This trip came at the right time - the last week of December/the year so it felt like a whole good reward after some very busy months for my husband and I. This time around we got to enjoy and explore the city differently as we firstly stayed in a new neighbourhood, Chelsea. Chelsea has a more residential appeal to it and also everything in the corner of your eyes - supermarkets, pharmacies, restaurants etc

Listing everything we did and ate below to help you plan your NYC trip :)

Where We Stayed:

Motto by Hilton, Chelsea - I was deliberating between staying around Chelsea or SoHo but glad we decided on the first as it is much quieter and super convenient to get around.

Other Places We Were Looking At:

The Moore - not too far from where we stayed but was full when we were looking into our dates.

Ludlow Hotel - very pretty and has a gorgeous bathroom but location wasn't ideal for us although we did come to the area here and there for food places we had saved.

Everything We Ate:

7th Street Burger: when I tell you my husband has been thinking about this place for a whole year since our last visit, he really did. Super laid-back burger joint around the city that was suggested by my cousin who lives in nyc - so you know it is a local favourite.

Court Sq Diner: an old school, quality dinner serving all of your American menu favourites from pancakes to grilled cheese.

La Cabra Coffee: you'll notice this around the East Village and SoHo areas and a favourite for a reason. Coffee, matcha and their cardamon buns to love.

Abiko Curry: we love a good Japanese curry house and this was one located at K Town. The different levels of spice always makes it more fun too.

Lulla NYC: an Italian restaurant and cafe that is part of our hotel and our daily morning coffee would always start here and their iced oat honey latte hits the spot.

Librae Bakery: you'll smell this from one block away - stunning bakery picks with a Mediterranean twist.

Russ & Daughters: no introduction needed for this bagel spot in the nyc food scene. I always go for an everything/garlic bagel with scallion cream cheese, red onions and cappers.

Do Not Feed Alligators: good coffee and an interesting name of cafe tucked in Greenwich Village.

Bleeker St Pizza: in a world where Sex & The City and Friends met, this would probably be their neighbourhood pizza place together just because it is in the middle of both their homes.

Adel's Famous Halal Food: you can skip all other food carts and go straight to here, parked just opposite Radio City. Menu is simple, queue can be extremely long but food is so good and hits better on a winter night.

Apollo Bagels: the current cool bagel kid on the block. Different bagel spot, same bagel order.

From Lucie: i wasn't going to mention things that we had visited last year but not skipping this one because they do the best lavendar oat latte and their cakes are v pretty.

PopUp Grocer: another cool grocery store kid on the block, carrying different local brands from granola, canned fish, dips and oils but they also do a good coffee menu and with interesting flavours too like a cinnamon bun latte? yum.

L'Industrie Pizza, Williamsburg: the team at their Williamsburg joint was so very cute and it genuinely looks like they are enjoying their time.

Bakeri, Williamsburg: returned for the second time and it did not disappoint - from their cozy atmosphere to their menu options.

Milk Bar: here for the nostalgia and also because I wanted my husband to try their Milk Bar Pie or famously known before as their Crack Pie. Goodness in every bite.

Tappo: an Italian restaurant on our street, serving comforting pizza and pasta options.

Rhythm Zero, Brooklyn: they say everyone loves this place and I can see why - no fuss coffee spot and your city locals just going about their daily routine over good coffee, matcha and baked goods.

Los Tacos: was a little skeptical at first but we ended up loving it though I do want to try other Mexican spots that is less crowded on our next visit.

In a New York state of mind always. More of NYC:

I vlogged my trip daily on TikTok

NYC 2023 on Tumblr

On my Instagram

Thank you for reading!

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Discover the Best Seafood Restaurants in New York City: Starting with Atlantic Grill

New York City is home to some of the world’s finest dining establishments, and for seafood lovers, the city offers a variety of exceptional options. Whether you’re craving the freshest oysters, perfectly grilled fish, or a decadent lobster roll, NYC has it all. One standout seafood restaurant is Atlantic Grill, renowned for its fresh, sustainable seafood and inviting ambiance. In this article, we’ll explore why Atlantic Grill should be your first stop for seafood in NYC, along with other must-visit seafood restaurants in the city.

Atlantic Grill: Fresh, Flavorful, and Sustainable Seafood

Located in the heart of the city, Atlantic Grill is a premier seafood destination known for its commitment to fresh, high-quality ingredients. The restaurant’s sleek, modern decor complements its sophisticated yet relaxed atmosphere, making it perfect for both casual lunches and special dinners. Whether you're enjoying a meal with family, friends, or colleagues, Atlantic Grill offers a top-tier seafood dining experience.

Signature Dishes:

Lobster Roll: This classic New England dish is made with tender lobster meat, dressed lightly with mayonnaise and served in a buttery, toasted roll. Paired with crispy fries, it’s a must-try.

Grilled Fish of the Day: Always fresh and prepared to perfection, the fish of the day is grilled and served with seasonal sides and a choice of flavorful sauces.

Seafood Tower: The ultimate indulgence, this impressive platter features a variety of fresh oysters, shrimp, lobster, and clams—perfect for sharing or savoring on your own.

Raw Bar: Atlantic Grill’s raw bar offers a rotating selection of oysters, clams, and other fresh shellfish, all served chilled and accompanied by zesty mignonette sauce.

With a focus on sustainability and supporting responsible seafood sourcing, Atlantic Grill ensures that every dish is as environmentally conscious as it is delicious. Whether you're in the mood for a light seafood lunch or an indulgent dinner, Atlantic Grill offers a memorable experience for every occasion.

Other Top Seafood Restaurants in New York City

While Atlantic Grill is an excellent choice for seafood, New York City offers many other outstanding options for those looking to dive into the freshest seafood available. From upscale fine dining to casual seafood shacks, here are some of the best seafood restaurants in NYC:

Le Bernardin (Midtown, French Seafood) A Michelin-starred institution, Le Bernardin is world-renowned for its refined approach to French seafood. Chef Éric Ripert’s tasting menus highlight the best seasonal fish and shellfish, prepared with precision and creativity. This is a top choice for those seeking a luxurious, unforgettable seafood dining experience. Must-Try Dishes:

Tuna Tartare with Oysters

Butter-Poached Lobster

Seared Scallops with Saffron

The Mermaid Inn (Various Locations, Casual Seafood) For a more casual and laid-back seafood experience, The Mermaid Inn is the perfect spot. With several locations across Manhattan, this neighborhood seafood spot serves up fresh oysters, lobster rolls, and other seafood favorites in a relaxed, cozy environment. The daily happy hour specials are also a great way to sample a variety of dishes. Must-Try Dishes:

Lobster Roll

Clam Chowder

Fish Tacos

Grand Central Oyster Bar (Grand Central Terminal, Classic Oyster Bar) Located in the iconic Grand Central Terminal, Grand Central Oyster Bar is a historic seafood institution that has been serving fresh oysters and seafood for over 100 years. The restaurant’s raw bar offers an impressive selection of oysters from both coasts, along with other classic seafood dishes. Must-Try Dishes:

Oyster Stew

Lobster Newberg

Clams on the Half Shell

Blue Ribbon Sushi (SoHo, Sushi and Seafood) Known for its high-quality sushi and seafood, Blue Ribbon Sushi combines Japanese flavors with a fresh, contemporary twist. Located in SoHo, this popular spot offers an array of sushi rolls, sashimi, and seafood dishes in a chic yet comfortable setting. Must-Try Dishes:

Yellowtail Sashimi with Jalapeño

Tuna Tartare

Salmon Avocado Roll

The Lobster Place (Chelsea Market, Seafood Market & Restaurant) If you’re looking for the freshest catch in a fun, bustling setting, The Lobster Place in Chelsea Market offers a combination of seafood market and restaurant. You can select from a wide range of fresh seafood, then enjoy it prepared to your liking on-site. From lobster rolls to clam chowder, this casual spot offers some of the freshest seafood in the city. Must-Try Dishes:

Lobster Roll

Seafood Paella

Clam Chowder

Oceana (Midtown, Upscale Seafood) For those looking for a refined seafood experience, Oceana in Midtown offers an upscale setting and a menu that focuses on seafood from around the world. Known for its beautiful presentation and expertly prepared dishes, Oceana is perfect for an elegant dinner or special celebration. Must-Try Dishes:

Oceana Seafood Tower

Halibut with Chanterelle Mushrooms

Roasted Lobster Tail

Why Atlantic Grill Stands Out

Among the many exceptional seafood restaurants in New York City, Atlantic Grill stands out for its combination of top-tier seafood, excellent service, and stylish yet comfortable atmosphere. Whether you're enjoying a casual lunch with friends, a romantic dinner, or a business gathering, the restaurant's inviting vibe and dedication to quality ensure that each visit is a memorable one.

The restaurant’s emphasis on fresh, sustainably sourced seafood, paired with a diverse wine list and expertly crafted cocktails, makes it a favorite for seafood lovers across the city. If you're looking for a destination that perfectly balances flavor, ambiance, and sustainability, Atlantic Grill should be at the top of your list.

Conclusion: A Seafood Lover’s Paradise in NYC

New York City’s seafood scene is rich and diverse, offering everything from upscale dining to casual seafood joints, and Atlantic Grill is a standout option for those seeking a memorable seafood meal. Whether you’re indulging in a classic lobster roll, savoring a fresh oyster, or diving into a decadent seafood tower, the city’s offerings ensure that seafood lovers can enjoy the best of what the ocean has to offer.

Make sure to stop by Atlantic Grill for an unforgettable seafood experience, and explore the city’s other incredible seafood restaurants to further immerse yourself in New York’s thriving culinary scene.

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The Best American Restaurants That London Has to Offer

As a city with many of the most famous historical landmarks in existence, London is also one place where food is king; it has such a great history to draw on. On the other hand, if you are an American and miss your home's kitchen, that is no problem.

This city simply brims with U.S. restaurants that will remind your native taste buds of genuine dishes! Plus, if you're planning to explore these culinary delights, consider staying at one of the affordable serviced apartments near Kensington for a comfortable base.

Why Try American Restaurants in London?

One naturally assumes that while you’re in the UK, you’d want to eat British food, right? So, if you’re feeling the mood for American breakfast, London doesn’t disappoint. It is a welcome development for a tourist abroad who’s feeling homesick, as well as a welcome option for any Brit in London who’s suddenly craving American breakfast in London.

You can also read: Your Complete Guide to the Victoria and Albert Museum

Top 10 American Restaurants in London

You need to know the best American restaurants in London:

The Blues Kitchen

The Blues Kitchen is an eclectic restaurant with great music and amazing Cajun BBQ dining.

Location: Camden, Shoreditch and Brixton

Timing: The timings differ, depending on the day but it is usually from 12 PM - 1 AM

Why It's Famous: Alongside its American comfort food, The Blues Kitchen offers live music every night, adding to the lively atmosphere.

Hard Rock Cafe

Hard Rock Cafe is an American restaurant with a high-energy vibe and serves American classics.

Location: Piccadilly Circus, Old Park Lane.

Timing: 11:30 AM - 10:30 PM

Why It's Famous: Classic American dishes and rock 'n' roll memorabilia.

Electric Diner

Electric Diner is a French-style diner with an all-day menu, a bar, and, most importantly, classic red leather booths.

Location: Notting Hill.

Timing: 8 AM - 1 AM (Monday - Wednesday)

8 AM - 1 AM (Thursday - Saturday)

8 AM-11 PM (Sunday)

Why It's Famous: American and French Dinner fare and offers delicious brunches.

Malibu Kitchen

Malibu Kitchen is a California-inspired American restaurant that has rustic interiors to make you feel nostalgic.

Location: The Ned.

Timing: 7 AM - 10 PM (Monday - Friday)

9 AM-10 PM (Saturday)

Why It's Famous: Californian cuisine; famous for avocado toast and acai bowls.

Joe Allen

Joe Allen is a New York-style brasserie with live music and a top-notch atmosphere.

Location: Covent Garden.

Timing: 12 PM - 11 PM (Monday - Wednesday)

12 PM – 11:30 PM (Thursday - Saturday)

12 PM-8 PM (Sunday)

Why It's Famous: Classic American brasserie since 1977; known for comfort food like burgers, ribs, and classic American pies.

Christopher’s

Christopher's is a classic high-ceilinged American steakhouse and grill with a martini cocktail bar.

Location: Covent Garden.

Timing: 11 AM - 12 AM (Tuesday - Thursday)

11 AM – 1:30 AM (Friday - Saturday)

11 PM-5 PM (Sunday)

Why It's Famous: USDA steaks to lobster.

Feels Like June

Feels Like June is the perfect California-inspired American restaurant with summer vibes and Europe-meets-West Coast flair.

Location: Canary Wharf.

Timing: 7 AM - 1 AM

Why It's Famous: Bright California-inspired restaurant with seafood, brunches and cocktails.

CUT at 45 Park Lane

CUT at 45 Park Lane is your classic American steak restaurant with moody decor and modern vibes.

Location: 45 Park Lane

Timing: 7 AM - 10 PM

Why It's Famous: Contemporary setting and high-end dining experience.

Eggslut

Eggslut is a hugely popular LA import that serves up egg-focused dishes all day round.

Location: Fitzrovia, Notting Hill, Shoreditch, Victoria, and Stratford.

Timing: 8 AM - 5 PM

Why It's Famous: Signature "Slut" dish and egg-filled brioche sandwiches.

Honest Burgers

Running from 2011, Honest Burgers is your classic little Burger joint that serves a huge variety of mouthful dishes.

Location: Multiple locations, including Soho and Covent Garden.

Timing: 11 AM - 11 PM

Why It's Famous: No-nonsense burgers made from British beef.

How Can You Visit London on a Budget?

London can be done on a shoestring budget if necessary. There are several things you can do.

Get yourself an Oyster Card.

Be on the lookout for free events.

Don't always splurge on expensive restaurants and eat at food markets.

Walk instead of taking taxis.

Visit tourist places either very early or very late to avoid crowds.

Where Can You Stay in London?

It is necessary to have a comfortable stay when you are in London. That is Presidential Serviced Apartments in Kensington for you. The place comes with great kitchens and cozy bedrooms to give you the feeling of home.

Final Thoughts

Whatever the nature of your craving - fast food or BBQ feast - the American restaurants in London can fulfill your urge.

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September Sky Chapter Eight, Part 7

Justin rolled his eyes and Amber laughed. I guess one out of two isn't bad. It isn't good, but fifty percent is passing right? I went back to my normal silence, listening to Justin and Amber flirt around each other. I wanted to yell at them to just get it over with. But I didn't. And I wouldn't. I had made a promise to Amber, and I tried my hardest to keep my promises.

"Chris!" Amber yelled, jerking me out of my disassociation.

"Huh? What?" I jerked back, almost knocking down my forgotten beer. "Did you want another or not?"

"No thanks." I was walking home, and could easily have had another but I felt I'd had enough. I knew that if I drank past this point, I'd end up drunk, and that isn't close to what I wanted to do. The walk wasn't far, but a mile or two can seem like crossing the country when your hammered.

Amber didn't pour herself another and Justin was just about finished with his drink. It was almost time to go home. I really didn't want to go home though. I was in that mood to socalize, and with how rare that feelings comes, I wanted to make the most of it.

"You want a ride?" Justin asked as he got up off his stool. Both Amber and Justin always offered a ride on nights like this. I always turn it down. Even though I trusted them both more than I trusted most people, it didn't change the fact that I was a paranoid and an extremely private person. I hadn't always been, but that can change in an instant.

"Nah, I'm good." Besides I liked the walk. I liked having my headphones on and belting along to punk rock songs. I'm sure I woke a few people on some nights. Sometimes, i got a little out of control with my singing along. They say the whole world's a stage, and I suffer from stage fright. Doctor's call it anxiety.

"You're the only person I know who turns down a free ride." Amber said.

"What can I say? I like the walk. It's good exercise anyway."

"You get exercise in the kitchen." Justin added his two cents.

"Not really. I stand at the pass."

"You do more than stand at the window."

"True. Sometimes I turn around and grill." I said. Justin chuckled, and sipped down tbe last swallow.

We followed Amber out the door, and since I walked out last, I turned around and locked the front door. Amber and Justin headed towards their vehicles. The two cars looked out of place in the otherwise empty parking lot.

"You sure you don't want a ride?" Justin shouted one last time. I just put my hand up and put my headphones, flicking through my IPod for some song that catches me and starts the soundtrack to my walking. I heard the vehicles start up. Amber's radio was turned up way too high, and bubblegum pop poured out of her car for just a second or two.

Justin drove off in the opposite direction. Amber drove past me, honking her horn as she drove past. I held up a hand loosely as I was still looking for a song to start. I guess we were lucky that the Red Arm wasn't near any residental places, because we sure made a lot of noise when we left.

I finally decided on Rancid's "Ruby Soho" and when it started playing, I put my boots to the concrete. I sang along. I did every walk. It was kind of a release, really. I didn't worry if I was singing good or not. It didn't matter. I'd scream at the top of my lungs, at least until I did get into a residental neighborhood. Punks can be polite too.

But the first part of the walk was always spent singing loudly and just putting it all on a plate. And some songs would make me feel like I could take on the world. And others were sang with almost tears in my eyes. And it didn't matter which way it went, I'd still belt along. It was part of the reason why I liked those walks home. The closest I'll ever get to a religious moment, it was on those nights, dropping my shelf and being vulnerable in a way that seemed safe.

Maybe that's the reason I hadn't gotten mugged yet. Who mugs a guy who's screeching to Psyclon Nine? I have to look bat shit insane when I'd walk.

Once I got into the residental area, I stopped singing. Instead using the ten minutes until I got home to think. And like any other time, that meant I thought about Addison. Of course I did.

I had officially accepted the fact that not only did I love her, but I was also deeply in love with her. It scared me, a lot more than it should. But love is scary, and I'd given up on it. I'm shoved the thought of it so far back in my brain that I almost forgot all about it. My last experience with it had left me a broken and beaten down person. How do I know that's not going to happen? I mean, I don't see that at all in Addison, but I didn't see it with Emily either, There was no way for me to be sure, which meant I had to take a risk in anything I do with Addison. She's already pulled me out of my shell and found the old me. And she's able to sometimes get that person out here. The loud and fun-loving weirdo.

And then there's always the problem of figuring out how to tell her. But am I early and falling too fast? What if she doesn't love me. What if she runs and I never see her again? What if, what if, what if! By the time I put my key into the door, I was still giving myself a thousand reasons to keep my mouth shut and figure it out later.

I stopped my music and stepped quietly into the house. The ever present gunshots from Dennis's room greeted me. I sighed and headed for my room. I didn't know if Tom was around, but that information isn't needed. I grabbed my bathroom stuff and headed to take a quick shower. I had to get the grease off of me.

After my shower, I laid down on my mattress and put my laptop on my stomach. A quick look at Facebook showed nothing, and I started scrolling down, reading the days news, and the updates made by my best friends and of unkown strangers.

My phone buzzed and scared the shit out of me. I stared at it, almost daring it to buzz again. And despite my angered look, it buzzed again. There's only two people on this planet that would call me this late, or it's the kind of phone call that never goes great. It's rare for a good phone call to happen at three in the morning.

But all of that rushed away when I saw the number. "Hello?" Even knowing who's on the other line, we all seem to answer with that simple question.

"Hey, I hope it's not too late." A perfect voice said from the other line.

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