#ginges-stuff

[captain-sassy-socks]

The Greatest Night of the Jazz Age

Last Sunday, @ginges-stuff​ and I attended the matinee of the show. It was a fantastic experience.

The venue is built as a 1930s New York nightclub and offers an authentic atmosphere. There are three stages (one with the band next to the entrance, one in the middle and one behind the bar at the back of the room), several round tables on the floor and additional seating at a little higher pedestal on two sides. We sat at a table with high chairs at the side and had a great view from there.

The show started at 1 pm with Miss Belle Livingstone (Suanne Braun) welcoming everyone and promising the greatest night of jazz, ever. She wore a red dress that flattered her figure and gave the impression of a woman who knows the ins and outs of running a speakeasy. Always a saucy quip on her lips, she worked the room and made sure everyone was having a good time.

Belle and Valaida (the resident singer) took turns exciting the audience with their amazing voices. They were accompanied by four dancers (the spirits) and a fabulous band. Through music, song, and dancing, we learned the story of Belle’s life, her past, her hopes and dreams.

Besides the main attraction, there was another show that was hidden from the obvious eye: the choreography of the waiters and waitresses. Well attuned, they ensured everyone got their drinks and their food in the allotted time windows. However, serving drinks didn't always work out the way it should have. Drinks could be ordered with your phone scanning a barcode that included your table number. Somehow the app changed the table number or used a default because several times, we were asked if we had ordered the cocktail/champagne/wine. If we had been any lesser human beings, we would have said “yes” and gotten free drinks which someone else had paid for.

The three-course-menu was excellent and delicious.

At one point when @ginges-stuff​ and I were talking about the upcoming Fedcon event and fangirling over Amanda (as usual), Miss Belle came up to us and asked us if we had a good time. We were so surprised by her sudden presence that we could only affirm with a simple, “Yes, we have a great time.” Then, she winked at us and was gone again. And we missed the opportunity to say something funny. The entire day, one quick-witted sentence was stuck in my head, “Miss Belle, you are looking stunning, as stunning as an Egyptian goddess.” I missed my chance, which in retrospect is probably for the best.

At the end of the show, tension built up once again when the police raided the place and caught Miss Belle with a bottle of alcohol. But she didn't stay in prison long, because there was a party to celebrate.

The three hours flew by, and we left the place with a feeling of “Yes, indeed, we had the Greatest Night of the Jazz Age.”

If you have a chance to catch a show with Suanne, do it. The experience is well worth your time and your money.

[scrollonso]

need to hear what angry ginge has to say about lando winning

[prettyboykatsuki]

i have like (?) a sideblog for baldurs gate (and now red dead writing. fucking lmao.) that i was originally going to jump ship with in case i decided to not come back. i wasn't going to share the url just for idk identity purposes but i must keep it a buck w you all and tell you i have no current interest in writing for anime outside of my like commissions. like i dont have any desire to post my own ideas and i feel kind of burnt out on x reader stuff all together in my own stuff for anime. i enjoy writing comms bc its another persons idea but its not hitting and it has been like that for some months now.

plus all of the back 2 back discourse has put a sour taste in my mouth. and i want to try doing other things.

which isn't REALLY a big deal in any case but i do feel a little bad (read: very bad) because i still. love anime LMAO. i want to read stuff and participate in fandom just more quietly or something. ITS NOT A BIG DEAL IM AWARE BUT I FEEL LIKE IM ABANDONING MY POOKIES AND I AM NOT. it will come back because it always has for like 15+ years of my life

sorry for the INCESSANT yapping heavens above. but im wondering if anyone would want me to share the url for said blog or if i should drop another hiatus pin and call it a day perhaps.

i will not be giving out my main blogs url for that but if you are a mutual that follows me there i will send u like a DM etc

[gabrielokun]

[nicht-ganz-allein-sunny]

"Klassische Literatur ist langweilig!"

Brudi, es gab die Familie Mann. Allein das ist Unterhaltung genug.

[olgalenski]

"Wissen Sie, dass mich alle vor Ihnen gewarnt haben? Brasch ist besessen. Brasch ist manisch." Totes Rennen (2020)

[bibastibootz]

Basti hätte nichts dagegen, in Thorsten verliebt zu sein, wenn das nicht bedeuten würde, einen Mann zu lieben…

Thorsten hätte nichts dagegen, in einen Mann verliebt zu sein, wenn es nicht bedeuten würde, Sebastian zu lieben…

[ging-is-a-boar]

I'm 32 today & bestie got me the french Canadian vers of volume 32 while she was in Montreal 💗💗💗

The enclosed note says "I picked a pariging-heavy volume so you can imagine them speaking French (so romantic)!"

[autisticlio]

There's people still doing the Sheila = Pariston theory?

Huh.

[so-you-melted-22]

Bin aus dem Kunst Kolloquium raus und renne in meinen Mathe Lehrer der mir gleich sagt das ich mich ja garnicht so zu freuen habe weil ich ja in Mathe noch in die Nachprüfung muss.

Lucky me.

[llycaons]

jc mpreg???

[p1astr81]

just a prank - op81

in which: Lando has his friends over, and while his roommate is taking a shower, they decide to play a prank on her. Oscar is the one to come to her rescue.

pairing: Oscar Piastri x Lando’s roommate!reader

warnings: uni au, fluff, bullying lowkey, use of y/n, a little objectifying, my first fic on here so pls don’t be rude

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Y/N just got off work, and she desperately needed a shower.

Wanting to become a physiotherapist, she worked part-time at a private secondary school alongside the athletic trainer to make some money while she studied at uni. She was helping one of the football athletes. He’d sprained his ankle earlier in the season, and she was having him do a few exercises to rebuild his strength in that foot.

Long story short, three boys came in asking for her to tape up their knees. Before she could say anything, one of the boys “tripped” and spilled an entire can of Red Bull down the front of her. The nice football player offered his shirt to her, but she politely declined. She’d remained in the sticky clothes for the rest of the day. And as soon as she got home, she jumped in the shower.

Conveniently, her roommate, Lando Norris, forgot to tell her that he invited a bunch of his friends over. So a quarter of the way through her shower, the shared apartment became filled with boys.

“What is taking her so long? I have to piss,” Keegan complained. Lando just shrugged. “Oh!” Carlos exclaimed, like a lightbulb just went off in his head. “Let’s play a prank on her.” He suggested. “Like turn off the lights?” Max Fewtrell asked. “Or turn off her music.” Ginge grumbled. The pop music was blasting, filling the apartment with the vocals of various pop girls.

“I was thinking more like take her clothes,” Carlos said, a mischievous tone about his voice. Lando laughed. “Just say you want to see my roommate naked, mate.”

Oscar thought they should leave her be, but he wasn’t friends with everyone in the room. Only Lando. And he didn’t want to be labeled as a kill joy, so he stayed silent.

“It’s not just me, I think everyone wants a piece of her.” Carlos defended himself, glancing at the others in the room who hesitantly nodded along—well, except for Oscar. “You’ve got your share already, haven’t you?”

Lando shook his head. “Nope, she sees me as a ‘friend’.” He shared, unamused. The room winced at the fact he’d been friendzoned. Carlos got up from the couch, and headed down the hallway where the bathroom was located.

Y/N heard the door open and groaned. “Lando how many times do I have to tell you, you have to knock before coming in.” You scolded, but instead of the usual sassy response you’d receive, it was silence. The door clicked closed, and you peaked your head out, not noticing anything different immediately.

Carlos emerged from the hallway. “Got the clothes, and the towel.” He held up the items proudly. The group of them cheered. Something inside Oscar’s stomach twisted. These aren’t the people he thought he befriended.

after around fifteen minutes, the shower water turned off, and her music followed quickly after. “Lando!” She shouted but got no reply. So she stuck her head out of the door. “Lando! Give me my stuff back!” She demanded. This time, she was met with laughter. She quickly realized it wasn’t just Lando in the apartment. Panic set in.

Her roommate seeing her without clothes on was one thing. She could live with that embarrassment. He accidentally walked in on her changing once before. But by the sounds of it, there were at least five other people out there. The status of their phones—whether they would be recording or not—was completely unknown to her.

She shut the bathroom door, and began scheming. Her first thought was the shower curtains, but the rust had fused the clips of the cheap hangers together. She could use the hand towel, but that wouldn’t cover much. Toilet paper wasn’t an option, as there was so little left in the roll that it would help just about as much as the hand towel. She was left with pleading.

She stuck her head out the door again. “Lando, come on. Just give me a bath towel at least.” All she heard was laughter. “I’ll buy you take-away for a week.” She tried to bargain. Again, only laughter. She huffed. Knowing most of Lando’s friends were pining after her, she tried to bargain with, “I’ll kiss every one of you if you just give me a towel.” There was no laughter immediately, as if they were actually considering it. It gave her a little bit of hope. But it shattered moments later as they began to laugh again.

Seeing as bargaining didn’t work, she was reduced to begging. “Lando, please.” They only laughed harder, but their laughter was soon replaced with cries of disappointment. “Mate, don’t.” “Come one man don’t be a wet blanket.” “Dude she was gonna have to come out eventually.”

Her saving grace appeared at the end of the hallway, her towel in his hands. While the hallway was dimly lit, the floppy hair on his head couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. Oscar was always her favorite out of all Lando’s friends.

He stopped in front of her. The bathroom light illuminated his face enough for her to see his small smile. “Thank you so much.” Her words came out with a sigh of gratitude. His smile widened as he nodded, his hair flopping along with his head.

She closed the door on him, and re-emerged seconds later with the towel wrapped about her. “Oscar,” she called to the man who was stood at the end of the hall. He turned to her with a raised brow as she caught up with him. She took his arm, passing the group of booing boys on the way to her bedroom.

She brought Oscar into her room and locked the door behind them. “Oh, no. I didn’t do that to get anything in return.” He quickly said, his eyes wide. He did not want her to feel like she was obligated to give him something.

“Trust me, I know.” She smiled. “You’ve always been my favorite out of all of Lando’s friends. You’re the only polite one.” She shared while digging through her dresser for new pajamas. Carlos was still holding her other ones hostage.

“Oh, uhm, thanks.” He scratched the back of his neck. He was looking everywhere except at her. “Turn around for me.” She requested, and he quickly listened.

His cheeks went red when he heard her towel drop. He wanted to take a peak. Like the other boys, he did think you were very attractive. But unlike the other boys would have, he didn’t try to steal a glance at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re very good looking?” She asked.

“My grandma called me handsome once.” He shared. Her laughter rang out, the angelic sound floating right to his ears and making his head feel a little lighter. “Funny, good looking, and polite. It’s a wonder you haven’t been locked down yet.” She laughed again.

Oscar didn’t know what to say to that, so he just laughed awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I’m probably making this really weird. I just wanted to thank you.” She apologized, her voice sincere. Oscar shook his head quickly. “It’s not weird, and you don’t need to thank me.” She heard in his voice how nervous he was, and smiled softly at him. “You can turn around now, by the way.” He did, and bit back a laugh at the set of hot-pink pug pajamas she’d put on. “Don’t laugh. They’re all I have clean.” She sighed.

“‘M not laughing.” He stated, though his voice was very clearly on the verge of breaking into hysterics. He couldn’t help it, and after a few seconds let out a little chuckle. “Yeah, alright. You can get back to your friends now. Sorry for keeping you.”

“Eh,” Oscar stammered. “I’m a bit afraid to go back out there, if I’m honest.” He confessed with a nervous glance toward the door. She shrugged. “You could stay here with me. I don’t mind. I was just going to watch a few episodes of Brooklyn 99 before going to sleep.”

He hesitated. “If you truly don’t mind.” She shook her head and scooted over to make room for him in the bed next to her.

Morning arrived, and when Oscar stretched his limbs, he found himself unable to move a great part of the left side of his body. Glancing down to investigate the problem, he found y/n at it’s source. He realized he never left her room last night, and as a result, they fell asleep together.

Slowly, he sunk back into the mattress, doing his best to keep her from waking. She looks inexplicably tranquil beside him. A small smile graced her lips as her head laid on his chest. An arm of hers was draped across his torso, and she had a leg laying cross his, disabling his ability to move them freely. He didn’t mind, though. In fact, he found himself at peace.

Despite his attempt at not disturbing her, she began to stir. She blinked repeatedly, trying to wake herself up. She let out a sigh before lifting her eyelids. She looked up at Oscar through her lashes. “Oh,” she muttered, lazily pulling herself away from him. “Sorry about that.” She apologized. Oscar found her groggy voice somewhat endearing. “I suppose you should get going, then.” She stood, stretching her arms toward the sky.

Oscar nodded. “Only if you let me take you out tonight.” He didn’t know where the confidence came from, and as soon as he got the words out, he began apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I’m not normally- I didn’t mean-“

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.” She interrupted his fumbling, smiling warmly at him. “I’ll walk you out.”

On their way out, they passed Lando, who was toasting pop tarts. “Have a fun night?” He asked bitterly.

“Calm down, we didn’t fuck.” She rolled her eyes before adding, “If we did, you definitely would’ve heard.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He waved her off. “All the guys aren’t too fond of you now.” He told Oscar, who shrugged. “They’re not the kind of blokes I care to be friends with, anyway.” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Oh!” She hummed, facing Lando. “and you’re going to have to cook your own food tonight. We’re going out.”

Lando rolled his eyes as the toaster popped from behind him.

[wraith-of-thiodolf]

youd think seafolk would be more popular in sword & sorcery

[gabrielokun]

[doomdoomofdoom]

Obsessed mit der Idee, dass der Typ eine Deutschland Sona hat, die ausschließlich perfektes Hochdeutsch spricht und super berufstauglich und detailorientiert ist, mit der er immer auf Arbeit geht.

Ernsthaft jetzt ich kann das alles nicht mehr

[olgalenski]

Doreen Brasch in Der verlorene Sohn (2013)