#covington cross

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

QUALIFYING ROUND: 6th Tilt

Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) VS. Sir Thomas Grey, Covington Cross (1992)

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Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal

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Sir Thomas Grey, Covington Cross (1992) Portrayed by: Nigel Terry

“Silver fox. Has his own castle. Widowed with children, doing his best.”

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[petnews2day]

'They tried to rip him apart': Knightdale woman walking her small dog recounts pit bull attack

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/zeOwj

'They tried to rip him apart': Knightdale woman walking her small dog recounts pit bull attack

KNIGHTDALE, N.C. (WTVD) — Fay Green could barely recall the traumatic turn of events Tuesday morning without tears. Dog toys are scattered throughout her living room, but her nine-pound Maltipoo, Fluffy, was nowhere in sight. “I watched how she had Fluffy in her mouth and they were trying to rip him apart,” said Green. “When […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/zeOwj #DogNews #AnimalControl, #Attack, #CovingtonCross, #DogAttack, #Knightdale, #PitBulls, #Rabies, #WakeCounty, #WomanAttackedByPitBulls

[mac-lilly]

An awesome team (in the making)

Sneak peek at the "Life with Derek"-inspired AU

*****

The door of her locker got slammed shut, and Julie jumped like a startled cat. But she did not scream. Most certainly not.

“Nice voice, Molina.”

Okay, maybe she did scream. Just a little.

Julie huffed, frustrated. She recognized that voice. Of course, she did.

There was not a single student (or member of staff) at Los Feliz Performing Arts School who didn’t know Luke Patterson’s voice. Because Luke was a lot of things – but never, NEVER, silent.

Scowling, she turned around, and there he was: Luke Patterson with his ridiculously outdated haircut, washed-out band tee, and ripped jeans. Oh, and his stupid grin that was absolutely not adorable. Nope, absolutely not.

“What?!” she snapped at him.

“Whoa, hold your horses.” Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, but his grin turned into a smirk. It did not make Julie’s heart stutter! “I come in peace.”

Julie scoffed, though she wasn’t as upset by his ambush as she would have been under normal circumstances. Actually, she had meant to talk to him.

While they shared a handful of classes and used to be in the music program (before Julie had dropped out), their paths didn’t really cross. They moved in completely different circles. Before her mother’s death, she’d mostly hung out with Flynn, Carrie, and the other girls that formed Dirty Candi. These days, it was just Flynn. But still!

Luke, on the other hand, was in a rock band. And as far as Julie could judge, that was all he ever cared about. He most certainly did not care about school. Luke was chaotic and disruptive, and Julie wondered if he would stay until graduation. With his silly outfits and questionable antics, he was the walking cliché of a rebellious punk-rock teen straight from the early ‘90s.  

So, yeah, they did not mingle. Usually.

“What do you want?”

“Covington assigned partners for the group project.”

Julie frowned at him. “He never assigns pairs.”

“True,” Luke said, rocking on his heels, hands behind his back. Julie sighed. Luke was always like this. Too bouncy. Too fidgety. There was too much energy in him. But today, it seemed worse than usual. “But he did this time.”

Julie huffed. “Great.” That was just great. So much for the grandiose plan she and Flynn had been working on. “Well, thanks for letting me know—”

She cut herself off, caught off-guard by the look on Luke’s face. His smirk turned more sinister, and there was a manic glint in his eye. A horrible realization dawned on her. She gaped at Luke. “No!”

“Yup!” Luke beamed at her and even had the audacity to pump his fist into the air.

Julie didn’t buy it. Folding her arms, she eyed him suspiciously. “Mr Covington hates you.” He’d never team them up.

“He does,” Luke confirmed without a care in the world. His expression turned smug. “Meanwhile, you’re the apple of his eye.”

Julie paled first, then a hot flush blossomed on her face. “I’m not– He–”

Luke smirked triumphantly, and Julie groaned.

“Fine, whatever,” she snapped. “But you better don’t mess this up, Luke.”

Luke saluted. His smile never wavered. “Don’t worry, Boss. I’d never.” He winked at her. “We’re gonna make an awesome team, Julie.” And then he turned and bounded down the corridor to where his friends were waiting for him. There was a fucking spring to his step.

Julie let out another groan, annoyed. Luke wouldn't put in any effort into this project. He never did. She rolled her eyes as she turned to her locker again.

However, when she opened her locker again, she couldn’t help the smile that crept on her lips.

For once, the universe was working in her favor. 

[jkags-doodles]

Concept:

The Immortal Rules happens. Jeb Crosse dies. Zeke makes it to Eden.

The Eternity Rules starts. Allie and Jackal go to New Covington. In the tunnels they meet who Allie can only describe as ‘the most gorgeous girl in the world’ Ezzie/[name pending] Crosse, who got to Eden without an abusive father breathing down her neck, a bajillion concepts about masculinity that they didn’t like, and IMMEDIATELY had a gender crisis and transitioned about it.

Nothing else in the series changes except Zeke is a trans girl, thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

[m0ose-idiot]

Damn, that's a deep cut! If it was 1992's Covington Cross, featuring Angel's (sadly missed) Glenn Quinn I'd have your back, but wow... I feel your pain! 😢

I seek knowledge, I must know, what show is your white whale?

Fame L.A. It ran for 22 episodes back in 1997/98, was never released for home viewing and now is practically lost media bar a few clips online. I have spent many an hour searching the depths of the internet for it, nada. There are traces of where it once was hosted, but all those links are now completely defunct.

My only hope now is that someone recorded it on vhs back when it was broadcast and will eventually rip it and put it in the VHS vault on the internet archive or something (or, I work out how to get a hold of stuff from the Broadcast Archive in the National Library of Sweden in Stockholm because they have the full run of it, but it's not publicly available, you have to have a research reason as to why you want to view it, and then you can only view it on their equipment in the library to boot!)

[legolasghosty]

kiss out of spite for willex plz and thank you (if this isn't too late I'm so behind lol)

You are absolutely not too late!!! I'm just very behind, lol! Hope you enjoy!

"Hey Hotdog," Willie says as he slides onto the bench beside his boyfriend, his board under his arm.

"Hi," Alex responds, that familiar smile crossing his face as he leans in to peck them gently on the mouth in greeting. "How was the ride over?"

"Great, all the dogs are out!" Willie answers. One of the things that makes this cafe one of his and Alex's date spots is that it's not too far to walk (or skate) to from either of their apartments. And the warm, spring weather makes it an easy place to meet up.

Alex laughs. "Oh I know, Reggie hasn't stopped texting the guys and I pictures all day."

Willie claps a hand to his chest in mock offense. "And he hasn't sent any to me?! I thought we were friends."

"Nope, you've been spared the spam of puppy pictures, he definitely likes you more than me," Alex argues lightly.

"What, you don't appreciate him sharing the cuteness of his day with you?" Willie teases.

The barista calls out Alex's name before the drummer can reply. Alex holds up a finger, as if to say Hold that thought, then rises and heads for the counter. Willie glances towards the menu board. Right, cafe, he should probably get something. They wonder if that new chocolate thing comes in decaf.

"Okay, I got one of the berry lemonades and one of this dutch chocolate mocha," Alex says, placing a tall glass and a large mug on the table. "Which do you want?"

Willie feels their face warming as they realize that Alex ordered drinks for both of them. "Um, I'm good with either," he says, trying to translate the way his heart skips a beat into a smile Alex can read. "Thank you."

Alex groans playfully. "Look, we both know I can't make decisions, so pick a drink, Covington." He sits down on the bench beside Willie and nudges both drinks in their direction.

Willie hesitates, glancing back and forth between the cups. "This is decaf, right?" he asks after a second, tapping the rim of the mug.

"Yep, can't have you going hyper or me throwing up," Alex confirms.

"I'll try that one then," Willie decides, wrapping both hands around the hot ceramic and lifting it.

"Perfect," Alex declares, taking a sip of the lemonade. "You'll have to tell me if it's good though, looked interesting."

"Will do." Willie takes a sip of the beverage, recoiling slightly when it burns their tongue. "Thank you," they repeat.

"Of course," Alex says, though the pink in his cheeks betrays his casual tone. "Gotta keep my partner well hydr-" He cuts himself off, probably realizing that drinking coffee is the opposite of hydrating. "Happy to," he finishes after a second.

Willie lets it go, since Alex already seems embarrassed. "So about all those dog pictures Reggie sent you," they hint instead, raising an eyebrow.

Alex chuckles, seeming glad for the change of topic. "What, you want to see them that bad?" he questions, incredulous. "There's a lot of them."

"Gimme!" Willie declares, reaching for the pocket of Alex's pink hoodie, where his phone usually resides.

"Okay okay okay," Alex giggles, holding up one hand in surrender while grabbing the device with the other.

He unlocks it and leans closer so Willie can see the screen. Feeling brave, Willie wraps an arm around his waist to guide him even closer. Alex's ears are turning pink, but he carefully slips his own arm around Willie's shoulders.

"So..." Alex hums, scrolling back through the Sunset Curve group chat on his phone, past dozens of pictures and messages. "Yeah all of this is from today," he continues, still scrolling. "But here's the first one I think."

Willie coos at the blurry picture of a couple of golden labs wrestling near a playground. Next is a spaniel on a walk with their human. Then a dog walker being nearly dragged across the sidewalk by four dogs of various sizes. Willie laughs at that one.

Alex scrolls down to the next one, but someone loudly clearing their throat pulls both of their attention away from the screen. On the other side of their table stands a tall, white man in jeans and a flannel shirt. He also has a very deep frown on his face.

"Hey, what's up?" Willie asks cautiously. He feels Alex's arm tense around his shoulders.

"What's 'up'," the guy snaps, putting air quotes around the second word, "is that you two are being all rowdy over here and bothering my family."

The guy has a slight southern accent, but the look on his face is anything but hospitable. Willie glances across the cafe to see a woman and three kids, probably all under the age of 10, a few tables away. The kids are making more noise than he and Alex were though.

"Sorry," Alex says quickly. "We weren't trying to, we'll be quieter."

The guy doesn't seem satisfied by that, which doesn't surprise Willie. They're pretty sure they know what this is actually about.

"You'd better get real quiet," the man says, taking a step closer. "I don't need you people exposing my kids to all your unnatural tenancies."

Willie feels Alex shrinking into their side and resists the urge to punch this guy in the face. Sure, they're both well aware that jerk homophobes are everywhere. But right now? Really? Alex is barely back from having to spend a weekend with his homophobic parents for a family reunion. Can't this jerk just mind his own business?

"With all due respect," Willie responds, his tone icy, "I think your kids aren't going to be eternally traumatized by me and my boyfriend being on a date while they're drinking hot chocolate in the same cafe. Please leave us alone."

"You people got some nerve," the man growls, one fist clenching.

Willie slides the hand that isn't on Alex's waist into his pocket, reaching for his pepper spray.

"Sure, we have guts," Alex cuts in, startling both the man and Willie. "But not because we're doing anything wrong. We're brave for still being out here when people like you are here too. People who want us dead just because we're queer."

Willie feels a rush of pride for his boyfriend in his chest. They know just how much Alex has had to fight against the homophobia drilled into him from an early age. They know all about how much pain it causes him when his parents continue to pretend that he isn't gay. They know how terrifying these situations are for the both of them. And Alex is standing up for them anyways.

"Yeah, and we're not going anywhere," Willie adds, feeling Alex's trembling. "It's not like being gay is anything new. It's just a part of humanity, whether you like it or not. So you might as well give up and leave us alone, because your big man act is just pathetic." He channels every bit of his dad into that last sentence. "Now either leave us be or we'll call the cops."

The guy splutters for a minute, then storms off. Alex just stares after him for a long moment, then turns to Willie with a nervous smile.

"You okay?" the drummer asks, brushing a strand of hair away from their face.

"Yeah, you?" Willie responds, catching Alex's hand with their own.

Alex nods. "I think so. I just wasn't really expecting that I guess."

"Me either," Willie says, taking in a deep breath.

He glances back over at the man's table to see him snapping at his kids to finish their drinks so they can leave. They can't help the smirk that pulls at their lips. The two of them did that. They stood up to that jerk and drove him off. Together.

"You did great," he tells Alex, squeezing his hand.

"Right back at you," Alex chuckles, his smile growing a bit. The drummer steals a look over at the other table as well. "Geez, sucks to be that guy's kids," he comments.

"Yeah," Willie agrees sadly. "Maybe he'll get better?"

Alex just shakes his head. Willie wonders if he reminded the drummer of his dad at all. But now isn't for thinking about jerks, they tell themself. Today is for having fun and being back together.

"Hey, you wanna tick that dude off a bit more?" Willie asks, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

Alex huffs a laugh. "Depends, what did you have in mind?"

Instead of verbally answering, Willie moves his arm from Alex's waist to cup the back of his neck. They move in closer, pausing a few inches away from his face to wait for an answer. Alex smirks and closes the distance between them in a warm, solid kiss.

Willie lets go of Alex's hand to cup his jaw as the drummer's fingers slide into their hair. It's firm and steady and it's not long before they're both smiling too much to keep kissing. The glare the homophobe shoots them as he herds his family out the door just makes them laugh.

"I missed you," Alex breathes into the space between them. "I know I wasn't actually gone for that long, but..."

"I get it," Willie responds softly. "I missed you too."

They separate fully after another minute. Willie's coffee is getting cold, but they don't really mind. "So my place after this?" he suggests. "We can get takeout for dinner and watch some cheesy gay romcom or something?"

"Sounds perfect," Alex agrees.

The End

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

If you had to replace the official paring of one of your OCs (originally paired off with a canon character) with another OC, who would it be?

oh hell yes anon you are speaking my language!

so i mean i absolutely love crossovers!!! i feel like at this point my blog is a lot more crossover content than just my ocs!! but also yes i love cross shipping my own ocs very much for sure so let's go!!!

with friends (there are so so so so so many so this is just an itty bitty highlight reel)

Ace Hearts; descendants (canon ship: Evie) x @manyfandomocs' Gabe Legume

Kirsty Gilmore; gilmore girls (canon ship: Jess, Logan, Tristan) x @the-witching-ash's Simon Forester

Cassandra Aelius; percy jackson (canon ship: jason & reyna) x @megdonnellys' Waverly Sinclair – for context, i had to go to my masterlist to check Cass' ship because in my heart she is Waverly's soulmate

Clara Waldorf; gossip girl (canon ship: tripp) x @cecexwrites' Covey Covington

Will Parker; mcu (canon ship: tony) x @ginevrastilinski-ocs' Kit Barton

also not an originally canon ship but my baby Evie Van Der Woodsen's canon ship is my oc Theo but my favourite ship for her is still @cecexwrites' Finn Rockwell

with just my ocs (from different fics or not endgames in their stories) –

Willow Dell x Lucas Gilmore – Gilmore Girls (they're actually a couple that breaks up during their fic but also they're still my favourite ship in that verse too)

Jeremy St James x Lilibeth Anderson & Jeremy St James x Melody Naccarelli – Glee (Melody is a minor character in Jeremy's verse, Lili has her own separate verse)

Ace Hearts x Cosette Bellefleur – Descendants (separate verses)

I feel like there's definitely more but drawing a blank rip but this was so fun thank you anon!!

[saraiayutthaya]

closed starter @sophia-mendoza

She couldn't believe her eyes when she spotted Sophia at Brunch and Barrel. Sarai had stopped by for, not expecting to see a familiar face from her past, but luck seemed to be on her side today. A bright smile spread across her face as she approached the woman—pleasantly surprised to cross paths again. "Sophia! What in the world are you doing here?" she greeted, leaning in to give Sophia a quick hug in greeting.

It had been nearly two years since they had last seen each other, back when Sarai was reviewing a new restaurant and they had somehow ended up sharing a table together. The conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they were already friends and not newly acquainted strangers. After that lovely evening, they had kept in touch through social media. "It's so nice to see again! This is such a wonderful surprise," she added sincerely, her eyes crinkling in delight. "I hope you've been well. Are you going to be in town for a bit?” Of all places, she didn’t expect to see Sophia in Covington.

[woodelf68]

I would watch this so hard. Or read it.

I have a very rough idea in my head that I don't think I can clearly articulate beyond "And that concludes tonight's reports on German air forc—WHAT'S THIS? IT'S KING ARTHUR WITH A STEEL CHAIR"

[prapasara]

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The Best Funeral Songs and Memorial Songs

Traditional Funeral Songs and Funeral Music

1) Amazing Grace – Traditional

2) Wind Beneath My Wings – Bette Midler

3) His Eye is on the Sparrow – Mahalia Jackson

4) My Heart Will Go On – Celine Dion

5) Precious Lord, Take My Hand – Mahalia Jackson

6) You Raise Me Up – Josh Groban

7) I’ll Fly Away – Albert E. Brumley

8) The Rose – Bette Midler

9) As – Stevie Wonder

10) Angels – Robbie Williams

11) Going Up Yonder – Walter Hawkins

12) Unchained Melody – The Righteous Brothers

13) Oh Happy Day – Edwin Hawkins Singers

14) Candle in the Wind – Elton John

15) Total Praise – Richard Smallwood

16) Time to Say Goodbye – Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman

17) Swing Low, Sweet Chariot – Traditional

18) Bridge Over Troubled Water – Simon & Garfunkel

19) Lean on Me – Bill Withers

20) Tears in Heaven – Eric Clapton

21) Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

22) Ave Maria – Franz Schubert

23) You Are Not Alone – Michael Jackson

24) Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley

25) I’ll Be There – The Jackson 5

26) I Will Always Love You – Whitney Houston

27) Victory is Mine – Dorothy Norwood

28) Always Look on the Bright Side of Life – Monty Python

29) Soon and Very Soon – Andraé Crouch

30) Danny Boy – Traditional

 

31) Order My Steps – GMWA Women of Worship

32) The Prayer – Celine Dion and Andrea Bocelli

33) Take Me to the King – Tamela Mann

34) When I Survey the Wondrous Cross – Traditional

35) I Need You to Survive – Hezekiah Walker and The Love Fellowship Choir

36) In the Arms of an Angel – Sarah McLachlan

37) We Fall Down – Donnie McClurkin

38) What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong

39) Stand – Donnie McClurkin

40) Here Comes the Sun – The Beatles

41) We Shall Overcome – Traditional

42) I’ll Be Missing You – Puff Daddy and Faith Evans

43) Lift Every Voice and Sing – James Weldon Johnson

44) Nearer My God to Thee – Traditional

45) I Am Not Forgotten – Israel Houghton

46) How Great Thou Art – Traditional

47) You’ll Never Walk Alone – Mahalia Jackson

48) The Sound of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel

49) He Has His Hands On You – Marvin Sapp

50) Auld Lang Syne – Traditional

51) Bridge Over Troubled Water – Aretha Franklin

52) Over the Rainbow – Israel Kamakawiwo’ole

53) Morning Has Broken – Cat Stevens

54) A Time for Us – Nino Rota

55) Let It Be – The Beatles

56) Broken Halos – Chris Stapleton

57) Never Would Have Made It – Marvin Sapp

58) Don’t Cry for Me Argentina – Julie Covington

59) Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin

60) Old Rugged Cross – Traditional

61) Hold On – Yolanda Adams

62) The Way We Were – Barbra Streisand

63) You’ll Never Walk Alone – Gerry & The Pacemakers

64) His Strength is Perfect – Cece Winans

65) He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother – The Hollies

66) We’ll Meet Again – Vera Lynn

67) Keep On Movin’ – Soul II Soul

68) Love Me Tender – Elvis Presley

69) Oh How He Loves You and Me – Edwin Hawkins Singers

70) God Bless America – Irving Berlin

71) Memory – Barbra Streisand

72) Be Grateful – Walter Hawkins

73) Angels Among Us – Alabama

74) Amazing Grace – Aretha Franklin

75) My Way – Frank Sinatra

76) Stand By Me – Ben E. King

77) Hold On – Mighty Clouds of Joy

78) I Smile – Kirk Franklin

79) Can’t Help Falling in Love – Elvis Presley

80) The Dance – Garth Brooks

81) You Are My Friend – Patti LaBelle

82) When the Saints Go Marching In – Traditional

83) On Eagle’s Wings – Michael Joncas

84) Angel – Sarah McLachlan

85) Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve

86) Ave Maria – Andrea Bocelli

87) The Lord is My Shepherd – Traditional

88) The Long and Winding Road – The Beatles

89) There You’ll Be – Faith Hill

90) Into the West – Annie Lennox

91) Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Bob Dylan

92) I Will Remember You – Sarah McLachlan

93) You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings – Bette Midler

94) I’m Already There – Lonestar

95) When You Believe – Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey

96) Fields of Gold – Sting

97) He Stopped Loving Her Today – George Jones

98) If I Die Young – The Band Perry

99) Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel) – Billy Joel

100) Always On My Mind – Ane Brun

101) Dancing in the Sky – Beverly Ann

102) Home – Aron Wright

103) Living Legend – Club Danger

104) Be Still – The Fray

105) I Shall Believe – Sheryl Crow

106) To Build a Home – The Cinematic Orchestra, Patrick Watson

107) Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran

108) Future Days (Acoustic) – Eddie Vedder

109) Heart – Rainbow Kitten Surprise

110) See You Again – Wiz Khalifa, Charlie Puth

111) See You Again – Beth

112) These Are Days – 10,000 Maniacs

113) Wonderwall – Zella Day

114) Lay Me Down – Sam Smith

115) I Will Always Return – Bryan Adams

116) The Story – Brandi Carlile

117) Send Me On My Way – Rusted Root

118) When We Were Young – Adele

119) Amazing Grace (Chains Are Gone) – Pentatonix

120) Do You Remember – Jack Johnson

121) In Christ Alone – Christina Grimmie

122) When I Get Where I’m Going – Brad Paisley, Dolly Parton

123) I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death Cab for Cutie

125) Proof of Your Love – King & Country

126) Home – Edith Whiskers

127) My Best Friend – Tim McGraw

128) Work Song – Hozier

129) Biscuits – Kacey Musgraves

130) Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros

131) Waves – Imagine Dragons

132) I Lived – OneRepublic

133) 7 Years Old – Lukas Graham

134) Excavate – Macklemore, Saint Claire

135) Gonna Fly Now – Bill Conti 

136) Solsbury Hill – Peter Gabriel

137) Unforgettable – Nat King Cole

138) Yet – Nathan Morris

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50 Songs to Play at a Funeral

Rock

1.    Tears In Heaven – Eric Clapton

2.    Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd

3.    Babe I’m Gonna Leave You – Led Zeppelin

4.    Scream – Chris Cornell

5.    My City of Ruins – Bruce Springsteen

6.    November Rain – Guns N’ Roses

7.    Hallelujah – Bon Jovi

8.    Stairway To Heaven – Led Zeppelin

9.    I’ll Back You Up – Dave Matthews Band

10.  Man of the Hour – Pearl Jam

Alternative Rock

1.    Surround You – Echosmith

2.    The Trapeze Swinger – Iron & Wine

3.    Heartbeats – Jose Gonzalez

4.    Blood – The Middle East

5.    The Funeral – Band of Horses

6. ��  Awake My Soul – Mumford & Sons

7.    While We Were Dreaming – Pink Mountaintops

8.    Higher Love – James Vincent McMorrow

9.    The Night We Met – Lord Huron

10.  Twenty Years – Augustana

Pop

1.    Supermarket Flowers – Ed Sheeran

2.    Breathe Me – Sia

3.    Fix You – Coldplay

4.    See You Again –Charlie Puth

5.    Somewhere Over The Rainbow -  Israel Kamakawiwo’ole (and other artists)

6.    I’ll Be Missing You – P. Diddy & Faith Evans

7.    Angel – Sarah McLachlan

8.    Angles – Robbie Williams

9.    Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol

10.  Gone, Gone, Gone – Phillip Phillips

Classics

1.    Take Me Home – John Denver

2.    Yesterday – The Beatles

3.    My Way – Frank Sinatra

4.    You’ll Never Walk Alone – Gerry & The Pacemakers

5.    Turn Turn Turn – The Byrds

6.    Always On My Mind – Elvis

7.    Amazing Grace – Celtic Women

8.    In My Life – The Beatles

9.    Imagine – John Lennon

10.  Heaven Can Wait – Meatloaf

Country

1.    If I Die Young – The Band Perry

2.    Go Rest High On That Mountain – Vince Gill

3.    Angels Among Us – Alabama

4.    If Heaven Wasn’t So Far Away – Justin Moore

5.    I Drive Your Truck – Lee Brice

6.    Drink a Beer – Luke Bryan

7.    Who You’d Be Today – Kenny Chesney

8.    One Hell of an Amen – Brantley Gilbert

9.    If You’re Reading This – Tim McGraw

10.  See You Again – Carrie Underwood

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[medievalandfantasymelee]

THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 29th Tilt

Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) VS. Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

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Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Sir Thomas Grey [Nigel Terry], Covington Cross (1992)

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Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Amarendra Baahubali [Prabhas], Baahubali (2017)

“I mean it's Pedro Pascal. But also, we stan a respectful king (of our hearts). The ONLY GoT man with rights. Has only daughters but made sure they got an education! Hot, bi and ready to kill people, fiercely loyal, passionate and REALLY HOT. Would live in Dorne eating fruit with him 10/10 no notes.”

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[handeaux]

Cincinnatians Pitied Yet Feared Predatory ‘Bucket Gangs’ Begging For Beer

There are regular complaints these days about aggressive panhandlers soliciting funds at various locations around town. It will be of little comfort to learn that beggars of that ilk have operated in Cincinnati for ages. During the late 1800s, the most aggressive were even organized. Since their ultimate goal was to fill a bucket with beer they were known as “bucket gangs.” According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [27 August 1882]:

“The ‘Bucket Gang�� are a bad lot, known to the police and saloon-keepers, particularly the latter. Their business, while an old one, improves like all others of a more legitimate character, in that some ingenious member invents a new scheme every now and then, by which a drop of ‘bugle paint’ can be secured. The ‘Bucket gang’ are, in more polite terms, men who will do any thing for a drink, and drink most any thing that resembles or tastes like liquor.”

[As an aside, that term, “bugle paint,” is not much in use these days. It refers to the ability of alcohol to turn the drinker’s nose (his “bugle”) red.]

Bucket gangs ranged from pitiable to dangerous. It cost eight to ten cents to fill a standard pail, known as a growler, with beer, providing one drink apiece for four men. Of course, “standard” covered a lot of territory in those days, so a growler might be an actual bucket of some sort, or it might be an oyster can or some other suitable receptacle.

Members of the bucket gangs were disinclined to find a paying job and so they spent a great deal of time devising assorted schemes to cobble together a dime’s worth of change to fill their suds bucket. A national publication, the Illustrated Police News [13 February 1886] catalogued several stratagems cooked up by Cincinnati bucket gangs.

“A scheme that is worked in Cincinnati is called the ‘bridge game.’ A beat will station himself about a square from the Ohio River bridge and stop every passerby with, ‘Won’t you please give me enough money to cross the bridge? I can get a job of work in Covington or Newport, but the bridge has to be crossed.’ Hardly a man will refuse a plea of this kind, so they are almost always successful.”

The Police News related the story of a bucket gang left high and dry in the middle of the Courthouse Riot of 1884, with not a penny between them to slake their thirst. Finally, one of their number had an inspiration. He appointed one of the gang to go to his house and tell his mother that he had been shot in the riot and it would cost a dollar to bring him home.

“They were all loud in their praise of his excellent suggestion. One started at once for the fellow’s home. Going up two flights of stairs, a rap on the door soon brought Mrs. J_____. He told a pitiful tale of how her son was shot, and the patrol wagons were so busy carrying away the dead that they could not bring him home, but there was an expressman on the corner who would bring him home for a dollar. His distracted mother could not give the dollar quick enough. Her son was brought home that night, but not shot – only half-shot.”

Another ruse was known as the stamp racket. In this endeavor, the bucket gang split up, each going to a store or business to ask for a stamp so he could send a letter to his dear mother, or his sister or some other relative. Few shopkeepers failed to be moved by such heartwarming tales and soon the gang had enough stamps to trade for some amber refreshment.

The Enquirer offered a few more examples of dipsomaniac creativity. For example, it was common practice for a saloon-keeper to stack his emptied beer barrels on the sidewalk in front of his place so the brewery driver could grab them quickly and haul them back for refill. The bucket gangs knew that “empty” was never totally empty, so the cold light of dawn often found a crew tipping the exhausted kegs nearly vertical to capture the few remaining precious dregs.

Another once-successful dodge had fallen into obsolescence by the 1880s because it had been used too often and saloon-keepers were wary of it. Among the best solvents for whitewash was stale beer and those men in the trade usually had an agreement with a neighborly barkeep to save any sudsless lager for his use. The bucket gangs would send one of their younger members into a likely saloon to explain that he was helping his dear old father on a whitewashing job and would there be any stale beer around? Sometimes the publican turned over the dregs and sometimes he chased the beggar down the street.

Sometimes, whether because they were out of stratagems or because they were incapable of devising one, bucket gangs descended to brute force and the Cincinnati police courts were full of such miscreants. It appeared that almost every neighborhood had its own variation on the bucket gang.

Scott Gerhardt was accosted in 1883 by a bucket gang based on Hunt Street in Pendleton. He was surrounded while the gang leader asked for a dime. While complying with the demand, Gerhardt pulled $1.35 from his pocket, all the money he had. According to the Enquirer [25 September 1883]:

“This one of the gang grabbed and succeeded in escaping with it after a severe tussle in which the victim was roughly dealt with.”

The Sixteenth Ward bucket gang, usually congregating around the corner of Court and Cutter Streets in the West End, attacked Eugene Sturgeon, a Cincinnati Water Works employee, one February night in 1886. Sturgeon, on his way home from work, recognized the gang and tried to run away, but was felled by a tossed brick. Thinking they had killed their victim, the gang scattered, but Sturgeon recovered enough to make his way home.

The Commercial Tribune [5 September 1881] reported a tussle between Officer James Dunn and four members of a bucket gang who had commandeered a canal boat tied up between Vine and race streets as their headquarters. As Officer Dunn attempted to arrest the ringleader, a fellow named Pete Nolan, the other three jumped him and, despite their various degrees of inebriation, were getting the best of him. Dunn drew his revolver and fired one shot, striking a conscientious citizen who was rushing to his aid. Dunn maintained his grip on Nolan and managed to deliver him to Central Station. The injured civilian was treated at the city hospital.

[elijahlawson]

⸻ ✧ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⟨ the details ⟩

Name: Elijah Lawson

Nicknames: Eli, tba

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 34

Neighborhood: Riveroak Farms

Occupation: GBI detective

Orientation: heterosexual

Status: single

Residency: local, left at 18, returned 11 years ago

⸻ ✧ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ⟨ the past ⟩

With a name like Lawson some would say he was destined to be in law enforcement one day. His path to getting there wasn't quite as simple as that. Born and raised in Covington, his father a blue collar man and proud, and his mother a teacher, Elijah came into the world as the third of four children. With two older sisters and eventually a younger brother, he sometimes slipped through the watchful eyes of his involved parents.

In school he played basketball and was a great running back in football until size became too big of a factor. He was average at best. School bored him but he did well enough to keep his parents happy. They'd always stressed the importance of going to university one day, especially following in his older sisters footsteps. Though, Eli always considered them overachievers.

First heartbreak came at 13 when his crush turned him down after he'd asked her to the dance. Years later she'd end up marrying him but at the time she wasn't allowed to date and eventually the rumor went around that her best friend had a crush on him and she was just doing the right thing.

Went off to university at Temple where he was pre-law with the intention of becoming a civil rights lawyer. It changed when he'd been witness to a crime and would later see the defendant get off scott free. Even with his testimony, the defense outshined the prosecution. Elijah became determined to be the best prosecutor ever seen, but again that would change when he'd receive a call from his sister that her best friend had been found murdered.

The case would go on to become a mystery and remain unsolved, giving him a first hand view of the destruction something horrific like could inflict on a family. His own sister's mental health deteriorated and she became a agoraphobic, afraid to leave her own house. With his law degree in hand, Elijah found himself with a badge as a detective with the Georgia Bureau of Investigations.

When it comes to the job he's relentless and tenacious, unwavering in his pursuit of the the truth. He understood through personal experience that punishments rarely ever fit the crime, what people wanted/needed most was answers. So, he works and works to give that much.

At 19 Elijah had been reunited with his teenage crush from home when they crossed paths at a party in Philly. She was going to another big school in the same city and they decided that fate had intervened for them. They married a year later. After a few years the young love couldn't survive the hardships of life, not when Elijah had been so effected by the tragedy that changed the course of future careers. When he needed to go home to Covington, she decided that she couldn't follow and that was that.

It took time for him to work his way up the ladder and to gain respect with his fellow agents. Most considered him overly passionate about his job, that he had an inability to turn it off at the end of the day, and his colleagues were right. The first few years Elijah had trouble sleeping at night with the things he'd known and seen, but as time wore on he walled up as a way to protect himself.

One after the other, which hadn't been all that surprising, his parents passed. It drove his sister deeper into herself. With her agoraphobia she'd been living with their parents so to keep her safe and from any kind of institution, Elijah moved her into his home. With work and his dedication to it, he's not there as much as he should be anyway, so it felt like a deal to have someone living in and taking care of the place.

Every time he's tried his hand at dating or relationships or love it's failed. The job demands too much of him, takes up too much space within him, that he's understood he can't give someone else what they need. Time and attention.

After ten years he's gotten to a place of looking ahead and he's become weary, wondering if he's even made a difference or if he needs to continue the fight he's put himself into through a different side of the law. He's kept his law degree active but has never acted on it, never worked a day as a lawyer, yet it has come in handy or in play from time to time. Sometimes he thinks of making the switch, wondering if it would free up other aspects of his life.

[reyhansolmaz]

— SETTING: Ahalya's, Zahid's & Devika's apartment, evening — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for DEVIKA VYAS  | ( @devikaavyas )

In more ways than one, Reyhan was glad for how things had worked out for Ahalya after letting the younger woman know the building next to hers had apartments available for rent, and, apparently, they were bigger and better than the ones in the editor's current building so, good for her. Really.

So, here she was, at Lya's new roommate's welcome party, sporting a cup of beer in hand as she waltzed around the living area, making chit chat with whoever she crossed paths with. The name Devika sounded more familiar than she would have expected to, but Reyhan didn't want to make assumptions that this Devika would have been the one she'd once given her heart to back in New York, however, upon being introduced to the brunette by the mutual friend they had, Reyhan couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Yes... we've met." She told Lya, before offering her hand to Devika. "How are you, Dev? Long time no see, huh? Covington's a long way from New York."

[armoricaroyalty]

15 questions for 15 mutuals

are you named after anyone? Nope! I'm trans, so I picked it for myself, and I just liked the sound of it.

when was the last time you cried? In admitting to this I forfeit the right to ever be taken seriously by anyone ever agaub, but I went and saw the D&D movie yesterday and when the owlbear fought the wizard, I teared up from sheer joy. I simply love it when there is a wizard, and the wizard is evil.

do you have kids? Nope! Maybe someday.

do you use sarcasm a lot? Hm. I used to, but I've tried to cut back on it and profanity IRL.

what sports do you play/have you played? I did youth sports at the rec center as a kid, and I ran and skiied cross country in high school.

what’s the first thing you notice about other people? Uh. Physical appearance, I guess?

eye colour? Green!

scary movies or happy endings? I love a horror movie.

any special talents? I'm pretty good at mental math, which mostly means that I have to keep score every time I play Scrabble.

where were you born? In a city too small that sharing it won't be too identifiable online.

what are your hobbies? Other than Sims, I like hiking and cooking. I'm also a knitter, but I don't have any ongoing projects.

do you have any pets? I wish, not allowed in my lease.

how tall are you? 5'7"

fave subject in school? English and History

dream job? Writing, probably.

Thanks for the tag, @ladybugsimblr!

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