#chickie's & pete's

[thedaily-beer]

Lancaster Haze Farmer IPA on tap at Chickie's & Pete's in PHL. A 3 of 4. Lots of big citrus and tropical flirt notes in the nose, and a very juicy body. Not much bitterness in the body, and not all that hazy, but delivers plenty of tropical/citrus juiciness.

[wawahoagiefest]

hoagie says go birds!!!

[shutupdevvie]

I SWEAR ON MY LIFE IF I CAN GET CHICKIE’S AND PETE’S FRIES WHILE WATCHING GRETA VAN FLEET I WILL ASCEND THAT WILL BE THE GREATEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE

[phillygrub]

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[stottlover]

here jamie approving of chickie and pete’s fries!

[bullet-prooflove]

There's Always A But: Goodie Carangi x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989

It’s 3am in the morning when Goodie’s phone rings. It wakes him from a dead sleep, his heart racing as he gropes for it on the nightstand.

“It’s three o’clock in the fucking morning” He mumbles as he rolls onto his back, rubbing the space between his eyes with his fingertips.

“I know.” You say over the line and everything in that moment just stops because it’s been months he last heard from you and he was starting to think this thing between the two of you was finally done.

The truth is it’s never done because Goodie, he’s been in love with you since the two of you met, him an eighteen year old fuck head trying to make a name in his organisation and you the daughter of a don, destined to marry Alfredo Caltucci.

It’s an affair that’s spanned over forty years because your husband will kill him if he ever found out, he’d kill you too.

“Talia?” He says softly and he can feel your smile over the phone line as he says your name.

“So you do remember the sound of my voice.” You say and he’s thrown back into the last time he heard it. Another night like this, another late call. You’d made him come with those filthy whispers of yours, his hand fisting his cock as he listened to you moan for him as you imagined fucking his dick.

“Is that what you’re calling for?” He asks you with a sigh. “Your husband’s out of town and…”

“He’s dead.” You tell him and Goodie freezes.

He knows he’s out of touch with New York but Christ, he thinks he would have heard about Alfredo Caltucci being killed.

“When?” He asks and you hesitate for a second as if checking a clock.

“A few hours ago.” You respond indecisively. “They say it was a heart attack.”

“Well…” Goodie says as he rubs his hand over his face. “He was a fat fuck.”

It’s the tale of most old school mafia dons these days, just look at Pete. All that sitting around, the booze, the cigars they were finally catching up to him. He’d be lucky if he lasts another year, especially with Chickie practically chomping at the bit for his position.

“I want to see you.” You say and he sighs as he turns on the camera so you can see his face illuminated in the darkness. You turn on yours and he can see you, propped up against the nightstand, the warm light bathing your skin in a dulcet glow as you lean back against the headboard.

It’s ridiculous how he feels when he looks at you. It’s like the years fall away and your still that wayward girl he used to know, the one that used to climb down the trellis on her father’s property, just so she could be with him.

“You still look so fucking beautiful.” He tells you and the edges of your mouth tip up into a small smile as a flush blossoms across your cheeks. “When the funerals over come down to Tulsa, stay with me a while.”

“I wish I could but…”

That’s the thing with you, there’s always a ‘but’ and everytime it breaks Goodie’s fucking heart.

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[msrhaxoz]

They call me Cuban Pete, I’m the king of the rhumba beat When I play my maracas I go Chick chicky boom, chick chicky boom

[angel19372]

Wieiad! (i was at hershey)

Breakfast - Cfl side kale salad - 110

Snack - Half grande iced shaken espresso - 40

Lunch - Chickie and Pete crab fries - 200

Dinner - Chocolatier house salad + pasta and ✧ filet mignon - 600?

Dessert - A few bites of Chocolate Crème ✧ Brûlée- 100?

Net - 1050

Burned - 200

Total - 1,200 (added 400 cause im estimating)

Gn ilysm<3

[the-hinky-panda]

Bella Mafia: Part I

Title: Bella Mafia

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Vince Antonacci x Reader

Summary: You loved your father with all your heart, right up to the night he passed away while taking a bath. You don't believe your older brother's account of events and you certainly don't want to see him run your family into the ground. But a woman has never sat the head of a mafia table before but in order to save the Invernezzi family name, you're going to have change that.

There’s a reason why women never sat in a place of authority in a mafia family. 

The men didn’t allow it. 

You learned that history lesson very early on when you were eight years old, sitting in your father’s expensive leather chair behind a dark wood desk in his home office. It was a place you and your older brother were forbidden to enter at any time. He listened. You didn’t. 

“Lizzy Invernizzi,” he sang in his rough voice, a touch of admonition in the tone. 

You knew from the use of your nickname that you were far from being in trouble. “Look, Daddy!” You sat up straight at the desk and shuffled papers. “I’m practicing being you.” 

“Are you now? And what are you practicing doing exactly?” 

You gave him the most serious look. “Business.” 

“Business, huh.” He chuckled at that. “And how would you do business?” 

You pointed at an imaginary person seated across from you. “You’re fired, motherfucker!” 

“Shhh!” Pete reached over and grabbed your smaller hand, giving it a shake. “Don’t say that! And for the love of God, don’t let your mother hear you say that.” 

“You’re fired?” 

“No, motherfucker.” 

You gave him a shit-eating grin at getting him to say the word and he laughed, sitting down in one of the chairs across from you. “Sounds like you’ve been listening at the door when you’re not supposed to, young lady.” 

You picked up his fountain pen and turned it over in your hands. “Sometimes. But I want to do what you do and you won’t teach me. Chickie says it’s because I’m not good enough. But if you teach me, I’ll know and I’ll be good enough. I promise, Dad.” 

He gave you such a sad look, not quite disappointment but close enough for your young mind to interpret it that way. “I’m sure you would be good enough, sweetheart.” 

“So why won’t you teach me?” 

He sighed. “Because you’re not a boy, Lizzy. Queens can’t be Kings.” 

You put the pen back in its place on his desk. “Bullshit.” 

“Elizabeth,” he pointed at you. “You stop listening at the door.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

He stood up, leaned over the desk and kissed the crown of your head. “But you are right. It is bullshit.” 

You stand in front of his desk as an adult woman now. The paramedics are there, putting the most important person in your life into a body bag to take him from his home. A heart attack in the tub.  You call bullshit but can’t do anything now about it. Chickie was the one who called the paramedics to report the death. Chickie was here to greet them, to sign a waiver that would absolve the coroner from doing an autopsy.

Fucking Chickie. 

You should have been the one taking care of him, not Chickie. This wouldn’t have happened on your watch. You would have made sure he had the proper medication, that he was eating right, going to follow up doctor appointments. Instead, you were too busy running around trying to keep the businesses afloat while Chickie played nursemaid to your ailing father. You had to make a choice of nursing your father or his legacy. You hoped you had made the right choice. And now  Chickie is in charge of the Invernizzi family.

“May God have mercy on our souls,” you mutter and cross yourself. 

The fountain pen is still sitting on the desk, the cap off on the other side of the blotter. You go over and snap the cap on it. Chickie always forgets to put the cap back on it. Their father has used this pen since he became the head of the family and Chickie’s going to ruin it before the body has even left the house. You pocket the pen in your suit jacket. The family can not fall to ruin. Chickie either will step up or get moved out of the way. 

“I’m going to show you, Daddy,” you say to the empty leather chair behind the desk. “I’ll show you that a queen can be more powerful than a king.”  

[cristalconnors]

FEATURED PERFORMER

Shortlisted: Zara Devlin, Small Things Like These / Llewella Gideon, Hard Truths / Nina Hoss, Do Not Expect Too Much from the End of the World / Alba Rohrwacher, La Chimera / Alessandro Nivola, The Brutalist / Guslagie Malanda, The Beast / Samantha Spiro, Hard Truths

THE NOMINEES ARE:

JENA MALONE, LOVE LIES BLEEDING

as "Beth"

KIERNAN SHIPKA, LONGLEGS

as "Carrie Anne Camera"

CRAIG TATE, NICKEL BOYS

as "Adult Chickie Pete"

YÛTO TORII, EVIL DOES NOT EXIST

as "Tatsuki"

AND THE CRISTAL GOES TO...

PHI ÐIỂU, INSIDE THE YELLOW COCOON SHELL

as "The Old Lady"

[thedaily-beer]

Workhorse New England IPA on tap at Chickie's & Pete's in PHL. A 3 of 4. A solid hazy IPA with stone fruit and citrus in the nose and a creamy body with sticky lacing. Not much bitterness towards the finish with a bit of lingering juiciness on the palate.

[kxtvrs]

➸ — cast of chosen family

— a rundown of the cast of the chosen family verse ! this will probably be updated as cast appears in the universe ! — read chosen family on ao3 !

➸ the main cast

➸ chief petty officer kathryn mitchell-kazansky ➸ portrayed by jessica stroup ➸ aliases — ryn, bengal ➸ 1984 ➸ retired navy seal ➸ los angeles fire department air support pilot

"see, no, i'm a trouble magnet. that's different from a danger magnet. pup is the danger magnet."

➸ petty officer first class evan buckley ➸ portrayed by oliver stark ➸ aliases — buck, pup ➸ 1989 ➸ retired navy seal ➸ los angeles fire department firefighter

"i am not a danger magnet. bad luck magnet, absolutely."

➸ lieutenant commander steve mcgarrett ➸ portrayed by alex o'loughlin ➸ aliases — smooth dog ➸ 1977 ➸ united states navy reserves ➸ leader of hawaii five-o task force

"i have no biological children. how many adopted ones i have depends on what they've gotten themselves into at any given moment."

➸ the supporting cast

— the significant others

➸ lieutenant bradley "rooster" bradshaw portrayed by miles teller ➸ detective danny "danno" williams portrayed by scott caan ➸ edmundo "eddie" diaz portayed by ryan guzman

— caroline bradshaw [as of season 7]

➸ portrayed by anna nicole silverstone ➸ aliases — care, chickadee, chickie ➸ 2015 + bonus || caroline through the seasons [first appearance (end of season 2), season 3, season 4, season 5, season 6]

— christopher diaz [as of season 7]

➸ portrayed by gavin mchugh + bonus || christopher's first appearance in hand me a pen

— the parents

➸ captain pete "maverick" mitchell portrayed by tom cruise ➸ admiral tom "iceman" kazansky portrayed by val kilmer

— the firefam

➸ captain bobby nash portrayed by peter krause ➸ sergeant athena grant-nash portrayed by angela bassett ➸ maddie buckley portrayed by jennifer love hewitt ➸ howard "chimney" han portrayed by kenneth choi ➸ henrietta "hen" wilson portrayed by aisha hinds

— the daggers

➸ lt jake "hangman" seresin portrayed by glen powell ➸ lt javy "coyote" machado portrayed by greg tarzan davis ➸ lt natasha "phoenix" trace portrayed by monica barbaro

— miscellaneous characters

➸ sergeant dan "hondo" harrelson portrayed by shemar moore ➸ senior special agent sam hanna portrayed by ll cool j

[sorrythathappened]

Valleyfair is one of the parks I’ve ever been to.

The Bad

The park is way too undersized. I left well after peak hours and every major ride still had a 30 minute wait or longer. High Roller peaked at sixty minutes. The wait for the smaller rides was also multiple cycles. It’s not even summer yet, can’t imagine going on a major holiday. I don’t think a ton of parks need a War on Lines - this one does, BADLY.

Valleyfair doesn’t have a lot of personality. There’s vague gestures at cohesion here and there, like a food stand being named after a nearby ride or a couple old west facades at the back of the park near Renegade, but nothing I would define as an “area” outside of Planet Snoopy, and even that has somehow suffered from sprawl and bled onto the midway. You don’t HAVE to have theming to be a good park, but the whole place blends together a little and they could do so much more.

I feel safe saying that this park does not have an elite coaster. It could really benefit from one with Nick Universe not too far away. There’s also a Shoot-the-Chute, a type of water ride I have a personal beef with for being sucky.

Most offensively, there’s no Chickies and Pete’s. WHERE ARE MY CRAB FRIES.

The Good

None of the coasters I rode were outright bad. Corkscrew runs well(!) and the inversions shine as a result. High Roller has a couple of good moments at the start. Mad Mouse is about as fun as you’d want a Wild Mouse to be. Renegade was the only disappointment, but only because I was really hoping for it to be a cornerstone, and it’s just a fun twister. A lot of 3/5s and high 2/5s.

Wild Thing is the best ride at Valleyfair (although maybe Excalibur and Steel Venom will surprise me some day). It’s not quite on the level of newer hyper coasters but the airtime is comparable and the turns, while lacking punch, are scenic and almost breezy in quality. The tunnel is really fun and reminds me of Magnum at Cedar Point.

This park has an absolute gamut of smaller rides. An air-launched swing, a drop tower, a swing tower, an octopus, a Fireball, a Disk’O, a Tilt-Whirl, Flying Scooters… almost everything is a fantastic choice and worth at least a walk-on.

The staff is fantastic. I started the day high-fiving a security guard and the vibe persisted. A ride op shouted out my Steel Vengeance shirt, boarding was optimized to maximize capacity, and maintenance worked their bums off to keep Renegade, Wild Thing, and High Roller running and eventually won out. Steel Venom stayed closed for the day, but such is life with launched coasters.

In Conclusion

It alright. Please build more rides there soon. And a Chickies and Pete’s.

[rsanchezc137]

They call me Cuban Pete. I'm the king of the rumba beat.

When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom

Yessir, I'm Cuban Pete. I'm the craze of my native street.

When I start to dance,

everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom

The senoritas they sing and they swing with terampero-

It's very nice, so full of spice.

And when they dance in they bring a happy ring that era keros-

Singin' a song, all the day long.

So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete

And I'll teach you to chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom.

He's really a modest guy, although he's the hottest guy

In Havana, in havana.

Si, sinorita I know that you would like to chicky-boom-chick

It's very nice, so full of spice.

I'll place my hand on your hip, and if you will just give me your hand

Then we shall try - just you and I. I-yi-yi!

So if you like the beat, take a lesson from Cuban Pete

And I'll teach you chick-chicky-boom,

chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky-boom

Shake Your Booty, Daddy, Wow!

See ya!

id encourage you to catch up on your medication but that would imply i gave a shit. good ass song though at least youve got good enough taste to annoy me

[quotespile]

The boys could have been many things had they not been ruined by that place. Doctors who cured diseases or perform brain surgery, inventing shit that saves lives. Run for president. All those lost geniuses — sure not all of them were geniuses, Chickie Pete for example was not solving special relativity — but they had been denied even the simple pleasure of being ordinary. Hobbled and handicapped before the race even began, never figuring out how to be normal.

Colson Whitehead, The Nickel Boys

[prodgermmath]

I love Doctor Worm by TMBG. It's a great song, and I do know how it goes. But despite this fact, every time I try to bring it to mind my brain immediately supplies me with Cuban Pete from the Mask, but with the lyrics mildly changed.

They call me Doctor Worm. I'm the King of the Doctor Worm. When I play the Drums, I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom. Yessir I'm Doctor Worm. I'm the Craze of my Doctor Worm. When I spin my sticks, everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom

(And yes, I know that Cuban Pete isn't originally from the Mask, but that's where I know it from, and where the version that lives in my brain is from.)