#pete philly

[wavernot4love]

fob @ fanfest recap, post-my living vicariously through people's live updates since i cannot get over my last minute resentful decision of not being able to pull off the (admittedly 650+ total mile) drive 2 philly today and perhaps feeling devastated over having missed

- patrick: "so! i'm patrick and i know nothing about sports" and also just MASSIVELY feeling the show based on all the videos i've seen!?

- pete making a warped comparison (!?! could it get more wavernot4love coded than this)

- joe chant that he successfully heard :]

- i don't care debut of late (finally!!)

- pete being self aware about the tennis new york incident (calling fobbies "monsters" in a vaguely affectionate way... HELP)

- honestly such an expansive setlist for an event like this?? FIFTEEN SONGS!? sixteen candles? fake out? grand theft autumn? headfirst slide? HELLO

- pete doing his saturday thing??? i honestly didn't think that was a thing they did @ these sports event kinda things w shorter sets

- you could really tell they Knew they had hardcore fans there

and man i wish i could have made it but here's to hoping leg 2 comes next year because i will 100% be traveling for multiple shows again <333

[fille-manda]

Cooperstown from FanFest :) 8/26/2023

[takethistoyourstardust]

like. first time i saw them my sister got me tickets for my birthday. second time i saw them was for a sports event where they ended up playing saturday and i got to be So close to pete mother fucking wentz. and now this third time my christmas gift from my sister are the tickets to this show. crying screaming throwing up.

[mansorus]

Put in the work

[thenewdemocratus]

CBS News: Take Our Poll: Should Pete Rose be in the Hall of Fame

Source:The New Democrat  The only reason why Pete Rose is not in the Major League Baseball Hall of Fame and he would’ve gone in I believe 1992 which I believe would’ve been is first year of eligibility, but the only reason he’s not there has to do with his gambling on Major League Baseball games. Which he gambled on even as manager of the Cincinnati Reds and even betted on Reds games. Pete being…

[toakatdot]

Alonso Breaks Mets Home Run Record (Video)

Per Anthony DiComo of MLB.com, the New York Mets slugger has broken a franchise record. Pete Alonso has broken the Mets' record for home runs before May. That's 10 in 21 games for Alonso.TEN IN 21 GAMES.Mets 4, Giants 0, top five. pic.twitter.com/Rnsjdwtd9h— Anthony DiComo (@AnthonyDiComo) April 22, 2023 While it’s not the biggest record to break, or even like the top 10 records to break within…

[vintagecase]

Grover Cleveland Alexander, via Baseball HOF.

[redfurrycat]

🤠🤵🥷🐓Spies & Secret Agents Fic Recs🐓🥷🤵🤠

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: FlowersOnMyMind, Nimuetheseawitch, OfTheDirewolves, Whimsicule, Winterbucky.

Daily Heroes > Organised Crime > Vigilantes, Superheroes & Supervillains

Say you'll be my darling by FlowersOnMyMind {E}

Rooster and Hangman have to go undercover as a married couple in this Mission Impossible AU fic. Feelings happen.

as the daytime is stirring by whimsicule {M}

Goose will drive a hundred and forty miles north, back home to his wife and unborn child, and Pete will take his bike back to his impersonal, agency-issued apartment that’s not a home and never will be. Goose has his family, a lifetime of love and happiness waiting for him in Philly. Pete has his Kawasaki, blank walls, and the memory of a man he would, under any other circumstances, happily chase to the ends of the earth. or: it starts in berlin in the winter of 1986. but that's not where it ends.

coffee court dates by winterbucky {T}

An assignment in a coffee shop isn't what Special Agent Bradshaw dreamed about, but it's not half-bad. The only downside (aside from the mafia meetings that take place there) is a particular blonde mafia member who can't seem to take a hint that Bradley is not interested Though, it turns out, that maybe it's not all as it seems and it's Bradley who can't take a hint or coffee shop au with special agents and mafia (but not really) and stupid bradley who should really learn to read assignment files

Jake Seresin, 007 by nimuetheseawitch

A View to Kill {G}

“As you know, 007, we’ve had some rearrangement of the Q-division since you were last in London, but I am sure you will do your best to ingratiate yourself to the department, as you will be working quite closely with them over the next few months.” Jake turned his most winning smile to his disapproving superior. “M, you know I always do my best. I always return my gear to the Quartermaster fully field-tested with notes for improvement. Q always appreciated my feedback.” Despite himself, M seemed to be amused. “Right, well, I’m not sure our new Q will have the same appreciation for your feedback, so do try to make a good impression Seresin.”

Nobody Does It Better {T}

The first time really wasn’t Jake’s fault. He was explosively tossed from an oil rig, and whatever pieces remained of the cell phone, they now lived at the bottom of the ocean. Apparently, a concussive blast combined with full saltwater immersion also generally had the effect of disabling all of Q’s trackers except the one in the diving watch. And that he mailed to Q, shattered and nonfunctional, with a note asking him to look into making it a little more bulletproof. He was grateful, really – the watch had saved his life. After a lovely vacation on the island he’d washed ashore on, Jake came back to MI6 headquarters tanned and smiling. Q did not look happy to see him.

Lights, camera, bitch smile (even when you wanna die) by OfTheDirewolves {M}

Agents Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and Jake "Hangman" Seresin are the best at what they do. Now they have to go undercover as couple to uncover a secret plot that could save millions of lives. The only problem? They haven't talked in 6 years. or Jake and Bradley have to go undercover with each other which wouldn't be a problem except for the fact that they're still stupidly in love with each other and neither of them wants to admit it. Can they complete their mission and get out of this unscathed or will hearts be broken once more?

[samueldelany]

June 15th, 2024, at Philly's Parkway Central Library:

“A visionary novelist & a revolutionary chronicler of gay life” (The New Yorker), Samuel R. Delany speaks with Music Dept. library trainee & Hollywood indie film composer Mark Inchoco on the intersections between science fiction & music. Hear how great musicians, librettists, & musical events such as Cab Calloway, Pete Seeger, the Newport Folk Festival, Igor Stravinsky, Bob Dylan, Samuel Barber, Leontyne Price, & Macy Gray came into Delany’s art & life."

Samuel Delany - Pride Month: How Science Fiction Dances to the Music of Time.

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

Attitude. Duende. SWAGGER.

Pete Hamil and Jimmy Breslin. When giants walked the earth.

"Back in the day, I mean, you would buy the paper to see what Jimmy Breslin's saying. You know, what Pete Hamill [says]. I mean, those guys were like superstars.”– Spike Lee.

For the better part of four decades they roamed the city, talking to regular people and pounding out hundreds of thousands of words on deadline, becoming as noisy and funny and infuriating and integral a part of the city as the subway. What Breslin and Hamill did not do was wait around in hallways to be handed the official version of events. — Chris Smith writing in Vulture, 2019

Our friend @culturaloffering lamented the absence of swagger in today’s newspaper writers. While Breslin and Hamill were columnists, not newspaper beat writers, they both worked at major dailies and on deadline.

Today Breslin never could have an exchange in the pages of his paper with the at-large Son of Sam Killer, complimenting him on his use of a semicolon and asking him to surrender. “Too risky, an editor would advise. Legal says we might get sued”.

And Hamill? Oh, my. Adam Gopnik captured Pete perfectly: "A storyteller and man of the world, civil-rights activist and music critic, Brooklyn-bred but Manhattan-bound (as the Brooklyn-bred were for so long), Pete was the kind of figure who could be called, on the morning of his death, and in the Daily News, no less, “the Bard of the five boroughs”—called that straight up, no chaser, without the least trace of an ironic wink."

In Philadelphia we had Pete Dexter, a guy who appeared seemingly from nowhere, actually from the Dakotas and later, Florida. Dexter was a must read in a tabloid of must-reads. I remember the erudite and wise Chuck Stone, former aid to Adam Clayton Powell and tireless advocate for civil rights. Many on the lam Black criminals surrendered to Chuck, fearful of the notorious Philly cops. Jack McKinney, friend of boxer Sonny Liston. Jack would go away to The Troubles in Northern Ireland and write what he saw. Or to Latin America. Or the Greater Northeast ( a Philly neighborhood). He also hosted radio and TV shoes where he specialized in making everyone feel seen, heard, respected. He was a giant.

Where did I come in? Oh, yeah. Dexter. Pete Dexter wrote columns that delighted and infuriated people in equal measure. Pete was so good that he was beaten, almost to death, by a crowd of unhappy readers. It happened in a Grays Ferry Bar Pete visited to further explain his viewpoint from a recent column. Rather than complaining to the paper Ombudsman, the patrons locked the door and went at Dexter, some swinging rebar. They rarely missed.

I have a short honor roll of columnists I read as a man in my twenties. Breslin. Hamill. Dexter. McKinney. Jim Murray, the baseball sage from California. His column about losing his vision still produces a catch in my throat: "I lost an old friend the other day. He was blue-eyed, impish; he cried a lot with me, saw a great many things with me. I don’t know why he left me. Boredom perhaps.”

I don't think the Soy Boy Eunuch crowd at what passes for "the papers” as we called them can stomach reading these greats, much less trying to emulate them.

Great writing is always in short supply, but my God has it deserted the dailies?

[breakerwhiskey]

224 - TWO HUNDRED TWENTY FOUR

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[click, static]

Okay, but here’s what I don’t understand—and, yes, I know I’m not supposed to be talking to you, I’m supposed to be clearing my head and enjoying the fucking warm weather and—

Why did you even talk to me in the first place, huh? Why reach out at all if you’re not supposed to interfere. And sure, you never gave me anything actually useful or actionable, not in the way that Fox did but—

[click, static]

I also…listen, my head isn’t exactly cool, but I’m not quite as—that is to say, I’ve calmed down a little. And I realized that it was really goddamn stupid of me to just…drive away from where Harry was just because I—

Well, I’m still furious. I’m sick over what happened with Don and I’m not sure how I could look you in the face, Harry, not when none of this would’ve happened if you’d never—

[click, static]

But you’re the only ally I have. Or, at least, the closest thing to an ally that I’ll get. So I don’t want to abandon you entirely.

I’ve been trying to think of the best way to communicate a location to you without revealing anything to Junior and I’ve really had to dredge this memory up, so I have no idea if you’ll…

There was a song playing when—that job that we did in Philly in sixty-six? We went to that all-night diner to talk about the plan and Richie and— the guys were arguing over what to use their one quarter for to play on the jukebox and as they were going at it, a song was playing that I knew but that you didn’t. Or, at least, you didn’t like it if you did know it. And I was tapping my foot in time and my leg was bouncing the bench we were sharing and you snapped at me to stop and then I snapped back and Pete snapped at the guys and basically all of us were in a terrible mood that started with you losing your patience.

That song. There’s a place mentioned in that song. I’ll be there in two weeks. Meet me there or don’t. I…it’s not that I don’t care. I just—I can’t be responsible for you, anymore. You have to make it on your own.

[click, static]

[beeps]

[takethistoyourstardust]

i think my biggest flex wrt being a fob fan is getting into the band abt a year and a half ago, having only gone to 3 shows, and hearing the first three songs on folie a deux live.

[goddesspharo]

Sugar's pregnancy cravings are batshit; luckily, crazy food provides her Bear fam with a perfect distraction from the equally insane task of living life.

[Send me the first sentence and a pairing and I'll write the next five.]

Sugar's pregnancy cravings are batshit, but since everyone else is either an experimental chef or a fucking Fak, only Richie seems to be concerned that there might be a serious nutritional deficiency causing them. Honestly, if Sugar hadn't shown him the sonogram last week when he found her crying in the bathroom over impending motherhood ("Natalie, if I can parent a kid without completely fucking her up, you're going to make it so that your kid overcomes Pete's genes and joins Mensa!"), Richie would've driven her to the hospital to get checked for pica right now in the middle of Sugar's tirade about how far up the ass Richie will have to take it from the health inspector if he tries to explain that they didn't hire professionals because "the mold wasn't that black or moldy."

Richie's not trying to judge a pregnant woman's right to eat whatever she wants. Tiff consumed so many bananas when she was pregnant with Eva that he's still mad at himself for not buying stock in Chiquita. She'd have them sliced with her morning oatmeal, baked into bread as a post-prenatal yoga snack, smashed into PB&B sandwiches for lunch, frozen and dipped in chocolate the weekend the AC crapped out while Fak was in Philly for a Fucking Fak Family Reunion, and once even flambéed when Richie made forgive me for missing the anatomy scan because Mikey was on a bender and about to hurl himself off the State Street Bridge apology dessert. At one point, Richie had to google if banana toxicity was a thing and then kept worrying even after Google said that it wasn't.

But there's a difference between eating tons of fruit and whatever the hell is happening with Sugar's taste buds right now. Richie decides that Carmy and Sydney are using her cravings to soft launch their chaos menu once Syd puts down a plate of pickled zucchini coated in Marcus' leftover birthday cake batter, deep fried in ghee, and dusted with confectioners' sugar.

"Bet that would taste so good dipped in Smuckers ice cream topping," Fak suggests because he doesn't need to be pregnant to have the palate of a garbage compactor.

"Please don't eat that with that," Richie begs when Natalie trades Fak a bottle of Pepto for the jar of fudge he just took out of the microwave.

"Fuck off, Richie," Sugar snaps with a glare that makes it clear that she's not above murdering him and pinning it on pregnancy hormones. "I'm growing a human being inside me!"

Debatable, he wants to say because he's not entirely sure that they're in Juno instead of Alien, but Richie bites his tongue because he really doesn't want to have to put his last twenty-dollar bill in the asshole jar again.

[earlgreytea68]

I'm watching a live stream of their Philly show and Patrick. Just. Leaned. On. Pete. During Arms Race.

He's gone fully rogue.

HE LEANED DURING *ARMS RACE* WHAT?????????????

Someone check on Pete Wentz. How's he doing?

[sc0tters]

Maybe Peter but Nate always calls him Pete or Petey? And omg the first time Sid visits Philly after Celine and her bf start dating is when he sees her with the hickeys 👀

I like the idea of Nathan calling him Petey!

Sidney interrogates her about it and Celine reminds him that she is not his child and that he is a good guy who loves Nate because he’s known him for years.

She definitely mumbled something under her breath when he spoke about the hickies.

[toakatdot]

Lindor, Mets Dominate Athletics

Wow, did Fransisco Lindor come up huge on Friday night in Oakland. The Mets superstar shortstop went 2-5 with a whopping seven RBI’s in the team’s 17-6 victory. Lindor first hit a Grand Slam in the second inning off of Athletics pitcher James Kaprielian. He later followed with a base clearing double, collecting three more RBI’s. He also walked once, Lindor is now slashing .245/.377/.531/.908…