#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

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'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 […]

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[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!)

[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.

[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

[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"

[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!!

[invisibleraven]

kissing in dark corners and Sweet Tarts?

Carrie adjusted her dress before stepping into the dark and smoky club-yes she was supposed to be invisible, but she still wanted to look good alright?

She moved through the tables, not catching any eyes, which was the point, to remain unnoticed as she approached the bar.

"Can I have a grasshopper please?"

"I'm out of creme de menthe."

"Bourbon. Neat."

This was the code she had been given-she very much doubted anyone who actually ordered a grasshopper would settle for bourbon, or even want it. She wouldn't be drinking it regardless-she had to stay clear for the mission.

"I like a lady who can handle her liquor," a voice came from her side. Glancing over she saw a man around her age in a neat suit, sipping a Manhattan no0t looking back at her.

"Not my drink of choice, but it's been a week," she said, facing the crowd.

"Want to get a table, unburden on a friendly ear?"

She gave a subtle shake to her head. "Want to be alone, people watch for a bit."

Then she saw the flash of silver-a gun or a badge, gone too quick to be sure. "I think you will want to come with me Miss Wilson."

Fuck she'd been made. The door wasn't far but she didn't have a clear path and she was sure this guy was faster than she was, especially in her heels.

Reluctantly she went to the table, crossing her arms as she sat across from him, trying not to notice how the candles lit up his freckles or his green eyes.

"So you know who I am, care to give me the same courtesy?"

"Agent Reginald Peters, FBI. We found your contact dead about an hour ago. Figured who ever did him in would be after you. I stepped in so we can stop him."

Carrie sat up straighter at that, eyes flying around the room. Nick had been a pro-so whoever capped him was certainly no slouch. This was supposed to have been a simple hand off-she gave him the microfiche, he gave her the cash, done and dusted.

"What are you offering?" she hissed at the agent.

"Protection for now, we can talk deals back at HQ," he said, finishing off his drink. "For now we need to get out of here. And if you try to run-well, I can't do anything for you then doll."

She bristled at the name, but nodded, standing up, leaving her untouched drink sweating on the table. They slipped towards the back when she spied a crew coming in, and swore.

"I know who's after me," she whispered, pushing the agent into the corner. "Covington. Follow my lead."

With that she pulled him in for a kiss, immediately wet and passionate. Praying that the shadows would hide them and public decency would have the goons looking away. Thankfully the agent played along-giving as good as he got.

Pity it was only a play kiss, because he clearly knew what he was doing.

Finally, Carrie saw Covington enter the back room, only one goon left outside, and he was eyeing the waitress more than the room.

"We're good," she said, pulling away, swiping her thumb over the lipstick she had left on his face.

"Yeah we are," he said with a leer, then shook himself at her glare. "Okay, back door, let's go."

They slipped out, and Carrie let him lead her to a cherry red coup, whistling at the sweet ride. "Didn't think G Men made the kinda bank to afford one of these."

"I wasn't always an agent," he replied with a wink, sliding in.

Carrie considered hightailing it away-she knew how to evade Covington by now. It meant burning another alias, changing her looks, but it was worth it.

However-this was a chance to lead an honest life. One where she could just stay Carrie, and maybe help put Caleb away for good. He deserved that much after doing in Nick, and the countless other agents she had known to fall over the years.

So she slid in, and nodded as Reggie revved the engine.

And wondered about the agent next to her. "So are you gonna tell me about this checkered past of yours?"

"Maybe," he said, driving off. "But you'll have to buy me a coffee first."

"I think after that kiss you might owe me the coffee," she snarked.

He laughed at that. "Fair enough. But I think we're both destined for agency swill for the foreseeable future."

"This deal had better be worth it," Carrie stated.

"Maybe I'll throw in another kiss."

And Carrie tried not to blush at the prospect-and the hope that rose when he mentioned it.

[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.

[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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[websterss]

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! MASTERLIST | PART 2

“Hey everybody, how ya doin’ Charlie Gillespie here!” Charlie smiled into the camera. You were seated next to him in a chair with your arms crossed over your chest, waiting for the crew and cast to get things ready for the big number they had to shoot today. Charlie looked over at you and put his arm around your shoulders. “I am here today with the lovely, talented, beautiful…Y/n Y/L/N!” He exclaimed emphasizing every compliment he threw at you. You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Hello everyone.” You waved at the camera smiling.

“You can’t tell…but um, she’s sad.” Charlie leaned forward like he was trying to whisper. You playfully hit him.

“Am not!” You protested.

“Yes she is.” He mouthed looking at the camera as if he was in the Office. “See, we’re about to do this huge, amazing shoot, and well, Y/n here. She can’t dance.” Charlie shrugged, causing you to stare at him with your mouth agape, and looking offended. “Well she can dance, but she’s not allowed to dance to the music in the scene.” Charlie cleared up his explanation laughing. “Wanna tell the fans why you can’t dance.” He turned to look at you with those beautiful eyes that seemed to change from green, to blue at times.

“This will be out after the show airs so why not. I play a ghost on the show, who can’t hear music. She doesn’t know why, and that’s why she tries seeking help from Caleb Covington muah ha ha.” You joked. Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. You were funny and you liked to joke around on set like he did, it was why he took such a liking to you. You were fun to be around, and he liked being around you. You were the only one he’d like to sit by in between scene changes. When you didn’t say anything further, he turned to you.

“That’s it?” He questioned. You shrugged. ”Where the flavor, where’s the sizzle. That spark. This girl.” He gestured to you with his thumb while staring at the camera. “Anyway, back to what we were talking about. Y/n gets sad because she can’t dance along like everyone else, so I, Charlie Gillespie.” He put a hand on his chest. “Have decided to take it upon myself, to help her out. You know…make her happy.” Charlie was always trying to cheer you up before any scene that involved music. “So without further ado.” Charlie stood up from his chair, then climbed on top of the table. He looked around catching the eyes of those who noticed him on top of the tabletop. He smiled down at you pointing at you then shouted. “This one’s for you, Y/n!” He exclaimed. Your eyes widened, Charlie was always going out of his way to do something so extra, to be the one who hyped the cast and crew members. It’s what made you like him so much. You smiled as he started singing.

“Everybody now!” Charlie sang. “Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river.” Charlie clapped his hands together as he moved side to side. “I can’t hear you!” He placed a hand over the back of his ears. “Rollin’, ooooohhh, rollin’, uhh yeah.” Charlie then down at you extending his arm out.

“Rollin’ on the river.” The cast and crew sang.

“Whoo!”

Charlie had pulled you up on top of the table with him. You laughed at his theatrics as he grabbed your hand and spun you around. Owen, Booboo, and Jeremy, along with a few others, like Kenny, and Cheyenne smiled up at the two of you goofy off and having a good time. They could tell just how infatuated Charlie was with you. They liked to tease him about it when you weren’t there. You two lit up a whole room just by being yourselves.

You giggled as you followed Charlie’s movement. He had swung his arms side to side. He was so happy to be able to help you get through scenes. He was willing to keep helping you get the dancing out of your system, if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

He let you keep dancing and grooving as he took a step down to have one foot on his chair and one still on the table. “Do wap doo doo do wap doo doo do wap doo doo do.” He sang out then turned to Kenny to play an air guitar. “Dunna da da, dunna da da, dunna da, da da da dada da…daaaa.” He trailed off.

He laughed helping you down from the table. Once your feet hit the floor you almost lost your balance but Charlie kept you up right.

“God you’re such a dork.” You laughed as he smiled at you. His eyes twinkling with gleam. “Hey at least the dancing is out of your system. You’re not sad anymore.” He teased pulling you into a hug then pulled apart so that the makeup artists could retouch a few things. The camera panned around to him again causing Charlie to lean forward. “W-We break, we break out into real live musicals too guys.”

You leaned in too to be in the frame of the camera. “Correction, Charlie breaks into real live musicals guys.” You laughed. Charlie pulled away from his makeup artist to lean over and press a kiss onto your cheek. He smiled, quickly, squinting his eyes and smiling.

“Thank you for that.” You giggled up at your boyfriend. Though to the world he was your best friend. As you two liked to say during interviews.

“Anything for you.” He nudged you with his shoulder. He looked around making sure no cameras were around.

Once the makeup artist moved away, and so did the camera like he thought it did. Charlie grabbed a hold onto the bottom of your chair and scooted you closer. The cast and as well as Kenny were all for keeping your relationship a secret. Though Charlie was all for letting the whole world know you were his, but this was such a big break for the both of you, you both wanted to take it slow. Charlie didn’t think that the video was gonna reach the web, but boy was he wrong. The camera person was circling the camera around the room to capture everyone in it, and on the last second of the video, they caught Charlie. Charlie forgot about knowing the risk and didn’t care as much today because he was so content. He didn’t think leaning in to quickly peck your lips would soon cause a mayhem throughout the fandom. The camera pun so fast you could hardly tell, right?

“I love you so much.” He pulled away.

“I love you too.” You pressed your head onto his as Kenny called for everyone to take their places.

[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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[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.

[mac-lilly]

Hotdog and cold dog

Usually, I do not indulge in German!Alex. But this idea had been haunting me for some time. It’s not very original and a bit dumb. But still – enjoy. And big thanks to @onlygenxhere who came up with the term 'Kit Kat' for ... something.

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It’s funny how dying and coming back to life changes one’s priorities.

Before his death, Willie had spent most of his life on the streets. He’d roamed the city on his skateboard; he’d strolled along the beach. He’d done his level best to avoid returning to the latest foster home he’d been placed in.

After his death … Well, he’d mostly done the same. But he’d also fallen into the orbit of Caleb Covington, which had effectively cost him the rights to his soul.

Needless to say, neither his life nor his afterlife had been very pleasant experiences.

So, when fate offered him a third chance, Willie decided that this time, he’d tackle life differently.

That’s why he is here, sitting on a bar stool, watching Alex bustling around in the Molinas’ kitchen as he prepares tonight’s dessert. It’s an incredibly domestic moment, and Willie enjoys it to its fullest.  

The kitchen is a mess, though. The countertops are covered with ingredients and bowls, pots with water are steaming on the stove, and dishes pile up in the sink in a haphazard way. And in the middle of this orchestrated chaos stands Alex, the conductor, wearing a pink apron and holding a chocolate-covered spatula like a baton. Melted chocolate is dripping onto the tiles.

Man, German desserts are extraordinarily complicated, aren’t they?

On the other hand, Willie has been here from the beginning. And from what he’s gathered, Alex’s secret German dessert consists of extremely plain cookies and a lot of chocolate. It looks like an oversized chocolate candy bar that’s now chilling in the fridge.

Willie can’t help it. His curiosity gets the better of him.

“So all of this,” he says, inclining his head to point at a leaning stack of bowls, “for a giant Kit Kat?”

Willie isn’t complaining. Not at all. He likes cookies. He likes chocolate. And he likes Alex … a lot. So, in his books, this dish is already a triple win.

Alex misinterprets his words, though. He turns around, planting his free hand on his hip, scowling.

Damn, that’s way more attractive than it should be.

“It’s not a Kit Kat,” Alex insists sternly.

“But it looks like one,” Willie counters, smirking. But maybe he’s gone too far with his teasing.

Alex’s demeanor changes drastically. His shoulders sag; his face falls. Disappointment crosses his features.

Willie’s smirk vanishes. Oh shit.

“Hey, hey, don’t sulk,” he says hurriedly. “I’m just messing with you, hotdog.” To prove his point, he leans over the counter, reaches out, and snatches the chocolate-covered spatula from Alex’s hands. He licks it clean in a rather seducing manner. “I’m really looking forward to tasting your oversized candy bar.” There’s an innuendo hidden in the sentence, and of course, Alex catches on to it. The effect is immediate and intense. He splutters, and a blush travels up his neck. His face turns crimson – even the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink. He mutters a few words under his breath. It could have been an insult; it could have been German. Most likely, it’s both.

Willie chuckles. Embarrassed Alex is such a delightful sight.

But Willie isn’t a cruel man. They’re going to have much more fun later.  

“So, what’s the name of this dish?” Wille asks to put Alex out of his misery.

To his surprise, Alex snickers, and Willie blinks in confusion. That’s unusual. But Alex’s gleeful snickers are also one of the best sounds he’s ever heard, sending shivers down Willie’s spine. His nerves tingle. Damn.

Thankfully, Alex quickly answers his question, distracting him from the sensation. “It’s called Kalter Hund.”

Willie tests the words. They are not as unpronounceable as expected. However, he’s convinced he messed up the pronunciation anyway because Alex’s smile has morphed into an impish smirk. And damn, Willie loves it. He loves the way Alex’s lips curl. He loves the way his eyes sparkle with mischief.

What he doesn’t like is not knowing. He’s clearly missed something, so he has to ask. “What?”

“Do you know what it means?”

Willie tries to guess but without success. He shrugs.

“Please, hotdog, enlighten me.”

Alex looks more smug than Willie has ever seen him. There’s a glint of triumph in his eyes that makes Willie’s stomach flutter. He squirms in his seat. Oh, yes, he’s gone way too far with his teasing. And then Alex leans over the counter. He’s so close their noses almost touch. The proximity steals Willie’s breath away.

“It means cold dog.”

There’s a long pause as they stare into each other’s eyes. Alex’s eyes are bright and intelligent and … oh fuck, Willie really, really loves them. He really, really loves him. So Willie concedes defeat. He lets out a strangled sound that’s half a snort and half a gasp. “Smart move, hotdog.”

“Yeah,” Alex confirms, smirking. Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to Willie’s.

Yes, Willie really loves his new life.

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Inspired by the IG account uyenninh. Unfortunately, I can't find the video anymore. But her German BF once served her this delicacy. 😆