#oliver peterson

[stalebagels]

*crawling out of the gutter to hand you these*

[sendommager]

Doingbird Magazine Aylah Peterson photographed by Oliver Begg

[accirax]

in honor of Reality Resort episode 3 airing today, take these now non-spoiler meme redraws i made!

(they weren't exactly spoilers before, but they probably make more sense now)

[jazzdailyblog]

Oliver Jones: A Master of Jazz Piano and Canadian Treasure

Introduction: Oliver Jones, born Oliver Theophilus Jones ninety years ago today on September 11, 1934, in Little Burgundy, Montreal, Quebec, stands as a towering figure in the jazz world. His remarkable career as a pianist, composer, arranger, and educator has left an indelible mark on the landscape of jazz music, both in Canada and internationally. This blog post delves into the life and career…

[beansproutsong]

[Proxy] Nijisanji Eden Cosmetic Line

Preorder is up until 25 May and item will be shipped around Sept or October (Oct for eyeliner and press powder)

Pricelist:

Eyeliner (1760JPY) : Oliver - Mocca Greyish, Loren - rose brown, Leos - Black, Lain - Dark Brown

Press powder 2640JPY

Eye shadow kit: 3080JPY

standee: 1650JPY

for press powder you can pick: light, medium, natural shade or clear shade

About novelty:

Postcard novelty is given for each press powder or 2 eyeliner. Novelty is not random, if you buy Loren design, you’ll get Loren novelty

Sticker novelty is given for purchasing 2 set of eye shadow kit. Again this novelty is not random. You can mix the character, eg: 1 kit of Oliver and 1 kit of Loren will give you 2 sticker each

standee do not come with novelty

price do not include shipping and proxy fee

You can DM me here or at my twitter angelic1408 to place your order

My personal verdict:

Love liner is my daily eyeliner, I used rose brown color. They don’t smudge and last very long (I use primer so it does last for a day). They also can be cleaned easily.. so personally I recommend the eyeliner

I’m not using their powder, but when I tried the sample I go for natural shade. My skin is typical asian yellow with cool tone, in case you need some reference.

[crossover-it-all]

Steak Lunch, but... (Fandom-Cross it all Story: Eid Adha Special)

{WARNING: THIS STORY WILL BE CONTAINS SWEARING WORDS AND IT WILL SENSOR FOR GOOD, ALSO THIS STORY ONLY JUST FUN AND DIDN'T MEANT TO GIVING A HATE OR HARRASMENT TO ANYONE ELSE OR ANY RELIGION, ENJOY}

It is all began where Afika (Author), Kinito, Bendy and Oliver (FPE) was go out from the elevator and go into their apartement room, But Oliver get a bit late and make him get cut half by the elevator door that immediently close itself, meanwhile Three of them already get inside into the room.

Afika (Author): Perfect, Now after we pray in the morning and got the meats, we finally can get started our Steak Lunch...

Kinito: yea... but why at Shinbi Apartement?

Everyone get silence until Kinito realize something...

Kinito: oh... right, for good. Isn't it?

Afika (Author): well... thanks to my other side, i can finally prepares everything for today, we got nice cozy living room, perfect kitchen, clean bathroom, we can go outside at balcony and yet get some comfortable bedrooms, also with praying room... this is how we will be got steak lunch awhile Eid Adha in here, for safety of course... well, we can wait for the lunch, meanwhile Mr. Peterson was cook the Beef Steak for us...

Mr. Peterson: Good... Good!! Can you feel it?! The heat of braveness... and the great OF-

Bendy: Are You Okay Sir?

Mr. Peterson: Whoyoudaretoaccuseme-

Afika (Author): Enough! Continue to grill the steak and stop scaring Bendy, sir. You should keep watch the steak and don't get the steak burned, we will wait at Dinner table... *get out from Kitchen*

*suddenly... the oven that grills the steak get burned and makes Mr. Peterson panicked, awhile Afika (Author) and Bendy get back on their own chair...*

Afika (Author): well... just like i said, awhile we wait- *blocked by Mr. Peterson screams* We here to- *blocked again by burns sound* *sigh* talk together until the steak ready, any question?

Kinito: *hanging up his hand*

Afika (Author): Yes, Kinito?

Kinito: i'm just want to ask, where is Oliver from Fundamental paper education?

Half of the Oliver's corpse was still in there even Shinbi pass on it...

Afika (Author): *litteraly knows it but pretend doesn't know it* well... idk and i don't even care to... at last he doesn't annoying us for now...

And then... the oven is ringing as the steak is ready... Mr. Peterson then brings the 'bit burned' steak into the table awhile his hand got fires

Afika (Author): Great job, now we can finally eat the steak together... but first we should wash our hands...

Mr. Peterson: *get burned* HOLY SHI-

Suddenly, Mr. Peterson get shooted while he still get burned and the own who shot him is Shaun The Sheep with the gun and Black glasses on his mad expression

Afika (Author): Shaun The Sheep, What the heck?! Can you put your gun down?!

Shaun The Sheep: *speaks on sheep language* "No... i'm getting tired with this f__king Eid Adha celebration!! This is a purge day for four legs farming animals, expect for Pigs. And i'm one of it, and i'm tired for being a victim just because the Eid Adha Celebration. Today i'm gonna avenge after they killed me every years and see how it feels"

Kinito: Shaun, look, we know you hate Eid Adha. But actually we aren't just gonna-

Shaun The sheep: *points his gun into Kinito* "Better you just Shut the f__k up or die-"

Suddenly, there the FBI sounds and police cars get lands at Shaun and explode the room at Shinbi apartement

Afika (Author): Seriously?! *get the burned steak drop on his head and Scream intense*

°•●The End●•°

[daydayc224]

Enjoying winter~ ❄️

[batfamfixation]

The conservative Jordan Peterson? Isn't Oliver a left-wing communist? I feel like Oliver would absolutely deck Jordan Peterson, if we're talking about the same person.

was reading a Reddit post about how some Charlie Hunnam was almost cast for Oliver Queen on Arrow but that maybe it was good that Stephen Amell was cast instead because the Hunnam “is really into Jordan Peterson” and how that “isn’t how Oliver is” and I just sat there stunned because babes. I’m so sorry. Oliver Queen would absolutely be into Jordan Peterson.

[recycledmoviecostumes]

This is the time of year when we're drawn to dark classic tales, such as Robert Louis Stevenson's Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde.

This striped Victorian costume is special not just for its beauty, but because two Hollywood greats wore it. Many costumes made for a star go on to be used by extras, but this particular piece has graced the silhouettes of two iconic actresses.

Designed by the legendary Adrian, it was first worn by Ingrid Bergman as Ivy Peterson in the 1941 film Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It later made its appearance in the 1944 film Gaslight, worn by Angela Lansbury as Nancy Oliver, the maid.

Want to see where else this costume was worn, as well as discover its true color? Visit our website: bit.ly/VicEd173

[metamorphesque]

poems that made me live in october

"Not that I'm going mad...", Joseph Brodsky

How Many Of Those Who You Can Share Your Bed With, Eduard Asadov

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W. B. Yeats

Good Bones, Maggie Smith

Adieu to Norman, Bon Jour to Joan and Jean-Paul, Frank O'Hara

Anders On Life, First Considerations by Nils Peterson

Mayakovsky by Frank O'Hara

Lilichka, Vladimir Mayakovski

Sleeping In The Forest, Mary Oliver

a vote for the gentle light, charles bukowski

There Is A Spell In Autumn Poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev

On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh

 Darling, I left the house, Joseph Brodsky

[ereardon]

Golden Hour || Ch. 10

[Bob Floyd x Bradley Bradshaw x OC]

A Bob Floyd & Bradley Bradshaw AU [Hart of Dixie inspired]

Synopsis: Willow, Georgia. Barely even a town, just a speck on a map that you tried to wipe off, mistaking it for a crumb. You’re the outsider: a fancy New York doctor, fresh out of a failed engagement, with zero primary care experience. You’re also the new town doctor, taking over for a recent retiree who was beloved. His son, Bob Floyd, is the other physician at the practice, and takes an immediate dislike to you. But you were looking for a fresh start, and Willow doesn’t seem all that bad if you can get past the fact that there's only one restaurant in town. It helps that you've caught the eye of Bradley Bradshaw, the town attorney, despite the fact that you vowed to take a break from dating. How long until you start to make friends in a town where social circles have been set in stone since elementary school? And what will it take to make Bob Floyd see you’re not as bad as he wants to believe you are?

Pairing: Bob Floyd x OC; Bradley Bradshaw x OC

Tropes: Love triangle, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Angst, cursing, alcohol

Chapter summary: Bradley invites Bob and Olive to dinner. Olive and Bob have a real conversation following their spontaneous kiss

WC: 2K

Masterlist here; previous chapter here

The office was busy by the time you showed up. You were late on purpose, because the earlier you showed up the more likely you were to run into Bob. 

“Dr. James.” Molly was frazzled. You frowned as she showed a handful of paperclipped charts in your arms. “You’re late. We have five patients waiting for you.” 

“Give me two minutes and then send the first person in.” You turned, trying not to look up as you made your way into your office. Closing the door, you collapsed into your desk chair. On the other side of the wall, you heard Bob’s voice, low murmurs. A shiver crawled up your back. 

And then the door swung open. “Doc!” 

“Mr. Peterson,” you said, standing up. “What’s bothering you today?” 

He grunted and sat down, heavily, on the exam table. “This bum hip, like always.” 

You snapped on a pair of gloves and turned to him. “Alright, let’s see what’s going on.” 

The day was chock full of patients. Mr. Peterson’s arthritic hip, two cases of spider bites, one kid with pink eye, an ice cream shop worker with carpal tunnel. 

It was well after seven by the time you stood up and inched your door open, peering around. The hallway was empty, Molly was gone. You breathed out a sigh of relief, grabbing your purse and shutting your office door. But just as you turned, a shadow crossed the floor and you looked up. 

Bob looked like a deer in headlights. He had one hand on the doorknob to his office, his hair tousled. “Dr. James,” he said, voice low and rough. You remembered what his hands felt like on your neck, his lips on yours. 

Your voice gasped a little. “Bob.” 

His blue eyes flashed for a moment and you weren’t sure if it was excitement or anger flooding his features. And then all of the light drained out of his eyes and he turned, breezing past you, practically running out the door once again. 

***

You were sitting on a barstool at Breakers, nursing a glass of white boxed wine, when a pair of hands wrapped around your shoulders, causing you to gasp. 

Bradley spun you around on the chair, a grin spread wide across his face. He leaned down and kissed you, in front of everyone, leaving you gasping for air as he pulled back. 

“Hey there, Doc,” he said, settling onto the seat next to you. “Miss me?” 

You crossed your legs, hooking one heel into the bottom bar of his stool and Bradley placed a large, warm hand on your bare thigh. “Of course.” 

He grinned. “What did you get up to while I was gone?” 

You hesitated. On the other side of the bar, Phoenix was watching the two of you, polishing a glass from a few feet away, her dark hair swept up in a ponytail. You shrugged. “Oh not much. Just work, you know. Lots of patients, had to do some filing and admin.” 

Bradley frowned. “Admin? I hope Floyd isn’t pushing you too hard.” 

The memory of Bob’s kiss flitted across your mind. The way his hand had felt on the back of your neck, tugging you forward with reckless abandon. “No,” you whispered. “He’s been great.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Great? So the two of you are finally getting along?” 

“Um, yeah, I think so.” 

Bradley pulled his hand from your thigh and smiled, tugging his phone out and placing it on the bar. “Perfect. Then let’s do dinner, the three of us. My place.” 

“Oh, no, I—”

“He’s a good guy,” Bradley interrupted. “And we’ve been friends for a long time. So I’d love if the three of us could hang out.” 

There was something finite about his words. He had made up his mind. You nodded. “OK, sure. Dinner.” 

***

Standing at Bradley’s doorstep, you raised one hand to knock before taking a deep breath. And then you lowered your fist and let out the breath. 

What the hell were you doing? Why was this so uncomfortable? You had slept with Bradley once, and kissed Bob once. Did either of them mean anything? You weren’t exclusive with Bradley, you weren’t even dating. You weren’t sure what you were. 

On the other hand, Bob Floyd acted like you didn’t exist 99% of the time. The other 1% of the time he was actively hating you. 

So why should you care if it was weird for him to see you and Bradley together? 

“Are you going to knock, or do you expect the door to fly open through telekinesis?” 

You whirled around. Bob stood a few steps down on the pathway, holding a bottle of wine. HIs face was unreadable. 

“I was going to knock,” you said. 

Bob stepped closer and you caught a whiff of his soap – minty and herbal – and leaned over, knocking on the door sharply, his eyes never leaving yours. 

The door swung open a second later, Bradley standing barefoot with a kitchen towel slung over one shoulder. “Hey guys, come on in.” 

Bob held out a hand and you stepped inside first, the sound of your heels clacking against the wooden floor. To your surprise, Bradley leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. A blush crept over your face and neck, and you averted your eyes from him or Bob. 

“Is that for tonight?” Bob nodded, handing over the bottle of wine. “NIce, thanks man. Come on in.” 

You scampered behind Bradley, unable to meet Bob’s gaze, wandering into the kitchen where he had a bowl of guacamole out and some chips. Instinctively, you dragged a chip through the green dip and shoved it into your face to prevent talking. Nerves were bubbling at the surface of your skin. 

“How was the trial?” Bob’s voice surprised you. He was a man of so few words, so having him lead the conversation was shocking. 

Bradley stood at the stove, stirring a pot of beans. “Long,” he replied. “Tedious, as always.” There was a pause. Then, “Anything happen while I was gone?” 

Was it you, or did the air in the room shift? You quickly shoved another tortilla chip in your mouth to cover the silence. Bob put one hand on the counter, not too far from where you sat hunched over the bowl of chips. “Not much,” he replied, nonchalant. “Usual Willow drama.” 

Bradley raised an eyebrow. “Drama?” 

You practically choked on the chip. 

Bob looked at you before responding, “The Mayfields are at it again.” 

Relief, hot like vodka, spread through your body. Bradley laughed. “Really? I don’t want to have to oversee the third divorce.”

“Third?” you asked. 

He nodded, but Bob’s voice was the one that cut through the kitchen air. “Mr. and Mrs. Mayfield got divorced probably ten years ago, and then promptly had an affair together and got pregnant. They got married again before the baby was born, but divorced when Anna turned three.” 

“So they’re divorced?” 

“Nope, got together again a few years later. But from the sounds of it, divorce number three might be incoming.” 

“This town should be its own sitcom,” you said, lifting the glass of wine that Bradley had poured to your lips. 

“So have you changed your mind about our little town, Doc?” Bradley asked, turning around pouring Bob another scotch. You hadn’t even seen him pour the first one. 

You shrugged. “It’s no New York.” 

“Nothing is.” Bradley put the wooden spoon down. “Floyd, remember that time you came to visit me at Columbia?” 

You frowned. Bob had gone to New York? You couldn’t picture him in the city. With all the suits and fast walking and snippy baristas. He would stick out like a sore thumb in his jeans and button down shirts, his Southern twang. 

Bob nodded. “I still think about that Korean chicken place you brought me to.” 

Bradley laughed. “Wow, Koreatown. I haven’t thought of that in ages.” 

You leaned on the counter and watched them. There was something so casual and easy about the way they spoke with each other. It was the first time it dawned on you that they had been friends for years. 

And you were getting in the middle of a friendship.

Dinner was delicious, with black beans sauteed with bacon and pork belly tacos and margaritas so strong your head started to buzz halfway through the meal. 

Before you realized it, you and Bob were standing in the doorway again. 

“Thanks for dinner,” Bob said, reaching out and clapping Bradley on the shoulder. 

Bradley grinned. “Anytime Floyd.” He turned to you, leaning in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You should stay.” 

You pulled back, face frozen, head shaking. “I have a lot of work in the morning,” you whispered. “But I’ll call you.” 

He nodded as Bob opened the door and the two of you were ushered out into the cool night. Before you could even squeak out a word, Bob was halfway down the driveway, speeding toward his house next door. You broke out into practically a jog behind him, running up the stairs to his house in heels. “Floyd!” 

He whipped around, eyes wide, one hand on the door. He was silent. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly cold. “So this is it?” you asked. “You’re just going to run away every time you see me? What the hell is going on?” you demanded. “Do you take it back?” 

Those last words came out as a sharp whisper. Bob reached out, grabbing your arm and pulling you around the front porch of the house to the opposite side, so you were out of view of Bradley’s home. 

Even when the two of you rounded the corner, his fingers didn’t leave your skin. Instead, he stepped closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off of his muscular body. “No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t want to take it back.” 

“Then what?” you pleaded. “What do you want?” 

“Take a wild guess, Olive.” Bob cocked his head to one side. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Yes, you do.” His voice forced a chill through your bones, a tingling settling in between your legs. “You’re a smart girl,” he whispered. “I think you know.” 

Your chest heaved uncontrollably. No one had ever looked at you the way Bob Floyd was looking at you in that moment. Not Bradley. Not Peter. Not any of the men you had dated in the past. It was all consuming. It threatened to swallow you whole. 

“We always want what we can’t have,” Bob murmured, letting his fingertips drop from your arm. “That’s human nature, I guess.” 

“Is that your diagnosis, Doctor?” 

He nodded. 

You shook your head. “In my professional opinion, it’s better to tell the truth than to hide how you feel.” 

“So you’re a psychiatrist now?” he murmured. 

“God, never.” 

Bob grinned. He lifted one arm, placing it on the siding of the house behind your head, creating a triangle with his body, practically pinning you against the house. You looked up, eyes wide. “Bradley is my best friend,” he whispered. “And you’re my business partner.”

“Almond milk isn’t real milk.” 

He frowned. “What?” 

“I thought we were just listing facts.” 

Bob shook his head and grunted. He was exasperated with you. You were all too familiar with that. “Jesus Chris, Livvy, I swear—”

You interrupted him. “Livvy?” No one had ever called you that before. 

His eyes flashed. “I mean Olive.” He flushed. 

You shook your head. “I like it.” 

Bob leaned down, letting his free hand cup your cheek. “Livvy,” he murmured. 

“Yes?” 

“Shut up and let me kiss you.”  

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[lime1991]

List of sims 2 premades who are people of color

(university, dead, and binned sims not listed. If I missed anyone else, let me know!)

Strangetown

Circe Beaker - 1/2 Greek, 1/4 Black 1/4 White

Nervous Subject - African Ancestry (Black)

Curious Brothers - 1/2 Black, 1/4 Not White 1/4 White

Jenny Smith - 1/2 Black, 1/4 Not White 1/4 White

Jill Smith - 1/2 Alien, 1/4 Black 1/8 Not White 1/8 White

(Note: In real life, Jill wouldn’t be considered a poc but because she looks exactly like Jenny, who should look black, she should also look black. Also Not White is my go-to when I can’t tell the intention behind their grandparents’ designs. Some read Kitty Curious as wasian or half native, I personally see her as half white and half black.)

Lola & Chloe Singles - Aliens with a black father

Olive Specter - African (Maiden name is Swahili)

Ophelia Nigmos - African Ancestry (Black)

(Note: When I say “African Ancestry” I mean there’s a degree of separation between the sim and the place their ancestors are from, Ophelia and Nervous are both black and have direct ties to specific places in Africa. I just mean that they themselves did not come from Africa and nor did their parents.)

Pleasantview

Daniel Pleasant - 1/2 Black, 1/2 Not White

Mary-Sue Pleasant - Fully Asian, Adopted

Angela & Lilith - 1/2 Asian, 1/4 Black 1/4 Not White

Bella Goth - 1/2 Black, 1/4 Hispanic 1/4 Not White

Cassandra Goth - 1/2 White, 1/4 Black 2/8 Other

(Note: Cassandra looks more like Bella, which is why she’s on the list. In real life, people would not consider her a person of color if she had lighter skin.)

Dina & Nina Caliente - 1/2 Hispanic, 1/2 Egyptian Arab

Don Lothario - Spicy White (Italian) (felt worth mentioning)

Dreamer Family - Black (obviously)

Brandi Broke - White, but with Not White ancestry

Veronaville

Monty Family - Confusing

Oberon Summerdream - Black

Bottom Summerdream - Black

Titania Summerdream - 1/2 Asian, 1/2 White

Belladonna Cove

Benjamin Baldwin - 1/2 Black, 1/2 Arab

Isabel Baldwin - Black, possibly something else too

Sofia & Marcus Baldwin - Black

Carlos Contender - Black

Vivian Cho - Mixed Ancestry Asian

Etsu Cho - Mixed Ancestry Asian

Timothy Riley - 1/2 Irish, 1/2 Indian

Sally Riley - Mostly white, 1/4 Indian 1/4 Native

Chastity Gere - 1/2 Black, 1/2 White

Gabriel Green - Hispanic

Jessica Peterson - White but maybe Not White

Patel Family - Indian (duh)

Geoff Rutherford - White but 1/4 Black

Connor Weir - 1/2 Black, 1/2 White

Desiderata Valley

Una-Aspir Families - Russian? Mongolian, maybe?

Bell-Wirth Family - Black

Edward Contrary - Black-ish

Opal Contrary - Asian

Rick Contrary - Blasian-ish

Marcel Jocque - White but 1/4 Black and tan skin

Violet Jocque - White but 1/8 Black with tan skin

(Note: I’m only mentioning them bc they have non-white ancestry and it shows.)

John Mole - 1/2 Asian, 1/4 Black 1/4 White

Riverblossom Hills

Jason Greenman - White but 1/4 Black

Gabe O’Mackey - White but 1/4 Black and tan

Morty Roth - Black(?)

(Note: His father is black with an afro and his mother has cornrows which imply she’s black but neither grandparents look black? His mom’s dad might be? His dad’s dad is named Tyronne which is a stereotypically black name? I don’t know man.)

Sandra & Xander Roth - Questionably 1/2 Black

Patrica Wan - 1/2 Chinese, 1/2 Japanese

Cleo Shikibu - 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 White

Andrew & Jacob Martin - Hispanic

[prying-pandora666]

FULLY ANIMATED PREVIEW! Young Iroh vs Kid Ozai Episode: Legacy of Fire

I promised you guys the full previewed didn’t I? Made for @book4air - a project bringing Book 4 of ATLA to life!

So here it is! Peep the video below:

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Credits

Animated by: Sam Lee Wins aka @samleewins

Voice Cast Ozai (Adult): Jakob Dillon Ozai (Kid): Kat Peterson Iroh (Young): Daven Tyler Fultz Maki: Sam Lee Wins Stuffy Noble: Jazzy Oliver Servant: Maia Harlap

Music: James A. Reilly

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[jazzdailyblog]

Oscar Peterson Plays Count Basie: A Swing Masterpiece

Introduction: In the vibrant world of jazz, the meeting of two musical giants can often result in a breathtaking fusion of styles. Such is the case with the iconic album “Oscar Peterson Plays Count Basie.” Released in 1956, this remarkable meeting of pianist Oscar Peterson and the music associated with the legendary Count Basie showcases their shared love for swing and offers a fresh and…

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

the light of love — for @brown-little-robin's clone Eight OC

Anne Carson // Helen Oyeyemi // Edvard Munch // Mary Oliver // via Pinterest // Andrew Osenga // via Pinterest // Mary Oliver // James Carroll Beckwith × The Mountain Goats (via @mountainqoats) // Andrew Peterson