#philidelphia experiment

[sadpanda]

CHIEFS CHOKE

[random-fandom1984]

Hello! If it's okay to request Can you do the reactions/interactions of TF earthspark to a pod full of sparkling beans?

thank you!

Okay, let's do this!

(I also made a little headcannon about Elita-1, and it's been a while since I started watching the series so I don't know if it would seem like she would do that. I'm not doing the Terrans because I don't have the mental will to do them. And I'm only going to be doing ones that I can actually think of.)

Autobots:

Elita-1, Optimus and Megatron

I feel like if these three were put in charge of taking care of a rouge sparkling found in the woods, they would all co-parent. Elita is the mom, Optimus is the dad, and Megatron is the papa.

Optimus would obviously teach the little one what's right and wrong and would give them a light scolding if they did something bad. I mean, it's a sparkling, they have no awareness of what they're doing.

Elita-1 would teach the little one to fight in self-defense, and somehow actually works? Like, if one of Mandroid's bots tried to take the sparkling, the little one would body slam, the elbow, and all types of wrestling moves. Meanwhile, Optimus and Elita are in the corner, watching this go down. He turns to her and asks, "Did you have them watch W.W.E.?" Meanwhile, Elita just has a proud, smug smile, hands on her hip plates, proud of the little one.

And Megatron would teach the little one about morals and ideals. Considering that he was a warlord that hurt and killed many innocent lives, who is now a better person; he has experience going down a dark road and doesn't want them to come across it and go down that same path that will on bring pain and misery to not just everyone around them, but also themselves once they've acknowledged what they've done.

Bumblebee

Sorry, excuse me, older brother coming through-

He's a good older brother figure and is not afraid to admit it! He does gets annoyed when the Terrans, Mo, and Robby tease him for it.

He's very excited about what their alt-mode's gonna be. Maybe an ice cream truck!

When he sees the sparkling somehow fighting, he's kinda surprised before he recognizes those moves and his face turns into a -_- and asks, "Elita let them watch the W.W.E. again?"

Arcee

Cool aunt, all the way.

Will spoil the sparkling and teach the little one some moves other than the ones in the W.W.E. that Elita-1 let them watch. They need to learn real moves, such as martial arts!

She finds it cute how the little one wouldn't cry when they fall to the ground, but instead stubbornly get back up with some cute honks with a determined face, causing her to cover her smile and hold back laughing at how cute this is.

Will visit the Malto's frequently just for the little one.

Grimlock

I see him as the wise uncle.

He always gives out words of advice and they work, for example, Jawbreaker.

He'll be gentle with the little one but would be aggressive to those who intend to harm or use the sparkling for evil and/or greedy purposes. He does not want them to go through what he went through in the Bot Brawl in Philidelphia.

Doesn't really care about the sparkling biting him, he just sees it as the little one letting out their inner Dinobot, and it's not like it'll hurt him; he can barely feel it.

Wheeljack

The fresh-out-of-jail uncle because of his experiments.

I can see him more like his G1 version around the sparkling. So, if he's doing an experiment and the little one is around, make sure someone will nab the sparkling before it explodes in Wheeljack's face.

Had the things on the side of his head glow every time he speaks because the sparkling enjoys it.

Unknowingly a bad influence with the amount of times they watched him perform experiments only for them to blow up.

Decepticons

Soundwave

New sparkling acquired. Kids, you now have a younger-

Feels like this is a blessing from Primus because of what happened to Rumble. Because of that, he's overprotective of the sparkling, and so are the other Minicons: Frenzy, Laserbeak, Ravage.

He now has something to fill in the part of his spark that died with Rumble's death.

When the sparkling accidentally hurts themselves, Soundwave will feel a sense of guilt as he's trying to heal them up. He's supposed to protect them, but they ended up getting hurt and he feels like he should've done better. But if someone tries to hurt the sparkling, all hell breaks loose. Soundwave and his minicons will hunt down the person who hurt the little one and tear them a new one.

Shockwave

Isn't really emotionally attached at all.

He does take care of them, but will raise them to be strong because, to him, the weak should serve the strong, and he will not raise a weakling. He is also glad that the sparkling isn't a disgusting hybrid like the Terrans.

He would even perform experiments on the sparkling, such as chemical enhancements to make them stronger than the traitorous Megatron.

Would pull a Mother Gothel and manipulate the little one as they grow up that what he's doing is for the greater good and that they are the key to that future.

Tarantulas

Unlike Shockwave, he does get emotionally attached and cares for them like a parent should.

He doesn't want them to live in fear because of GHOST thinking that the sparkling is affiliated with him because he's considered a Decepticon, which is why he decided to make the hologram avatars so they can hide and be safe.

Gave, even made, some toys for the little one that will enhance parts of the processor so they can be an intelligent individual just like their Sire.

At the end of the Missed Connections episode, he gave them to Nightshade so then they would be out of GHOST's hands. Believing that he was captured by GHOST, I think that he would stay there for the sake of the one he considers his own. When in custody, he would never mention anything about his sparkling for their safety.

[brooklynislandgirl]

information

basics

full name: Elizabeth Irene Riley {{Birth-Certificate: Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekauneikahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley}}

nicknames / aliases: Beth, Apples, Konachino, Jelly Bean {{the nurse shark}}

height: 5 foot even

age: 27-35 {verse dependant}

spoken languages: English, Pidgin, French, Latin, Spanish, Basic/some: Russian, German, Greek, Japanese, Mandarin, Kikongo {Kituba}, Masalit

physical characteristics

hair color: deep chestnut/mahogany brown

eye color: green/honey brown {central heterochromia iridum}

skin tone: sand/olive with warm undertones { "deep autumn"}

body type: delicate/petite {ectomorphic/triangle}

dominant hand: left

posture: straight, graceful, poised

scars: The shark bite scar/muscle atrophy/shortened tendon {right leg}

tattoos: sea turtle with the Hawai'ian island chain on its shell, with a hibiscus {left hip} {eventually the tree of life as above/so below near the bottom of her neck/between her shoulder blades} She has three sub-dermal studs just inside the arch of her hip.

birthmarks: freckles around her chin, across her nose, sharp 'little' teeth

most noticeable features: Wide doe-eyes, 'fangy' smile, nose crinkles when she does so unguarded/genuinely.

childhood

place of birth: Pearl City/Honolulu, O'ahu, Hawai'i. {for Turn: Brooklyn, New York}

siblings: Andrew Riley, Jayden Morgan

parents: The Admiral, Iwalani Kahananui {Riley} Stern

adult life

occupation: ER Nurse/ER Doctor {verse dependant, might be NYPD or SHIELD agent} {for Turn: Wealthy Socialite}

current residence: Verse dependent {for Turn: Philidelphia, Boston, NYC} close friends: this is an entire blog roll roster of my beloved mutuals, so verse dependent? {For Turn: Ben and Samuel Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, Anna Strong, John Simcoe, Malcolm Baker}

relationship status: Verse dependent. Beth doesn't so much date as she lurks, closely. Waiting for all parties involved to tire out and just move in.

children: Beth is incapable of having children, but loves everyone else's. {Turn: None...yet.}

criminal record: various juvenile charges for destruction of property, vandalism, and the like. All neatly sealed and never to be spoken of again.

vices: entirely too fond of a glass or six of wine in the 'evenings'. workaholic.

sex and romance

sexual orientation: demi-sexual {{I would say she leans towards heterosexual but the body isn't exactly a concern for her, so long as she likes/feels connected to the person}}

turn-ons: Intelligence, kindness, wittiness, passionate, idealism, honesty, empathy, caring for other people, the environment, animals.

turn-offs: Cruelty, abuse {physical/verbal/of power, etc}, lack of respect, refusal to accept boundaries, one night stands

love languages: physical touch, acts of service, quality time

relationship tendencies: Beth tends to be slightly oblivious when it comes to relationships. She is avidly keen in getting to know people, cannot help but to try and nurture them in what seem to be natural ways as much as she's able to. She doesn't experience sexual attraction until well after feeling bonded to someone. This can lead to many mixed signals. When it comes to love/sex/romance, Beth tends to be a little naive and extremely trusting,and that has always broken her heart in the past. Beth doesn't do one night stands, or casual hook-ups, though she doesn't judge others for them. Some people might consider her clingy.

miscellaneous

hobbies to pass time: surfing, dancing, knitting, reading, gardening, card games, chess. {Beth is amusingly aggressive when it comes to competitive games/sports}

mental illnesses: Beth lives with bipolar disorder, shows signs of childhood trauma, and tends toward fear of rejection/abandonment self confidence level: Beth has all the self esteem of a banana slug outside of a medical-treatment setting. ~*~ tagged by: my darling M @honorhearted tagging: Tell me about your muses!

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[yourgoldennotebook]

Taylor A. Swift, 12, of Wyomissing Hills thought her 10-year-old brother, Austin K., might have been playing an April Fool's Day joke on her when he told her the Philidelphia 76ers invited her to sing the national anthem at an upcoming home basketball game.

But Austin was telling the truth, relaying the information from their father, Scott K., who phoned with the thrilling day-after-Easter news.

"My mom and I were just jumping up and down we were so excited," said Taylor, who sang the anthem just before tip-off of the Sixers game against the Detroit Pistons on April 5.

"I just really love doing that sort of thing," she said. "It is an adrenaline rush for me."

Swift, a sixth-grader at West Reading Elementary Center, sang the national anthem at a Reading Phillies game several years ago.

Last month she did another rendition at a basketball game at Wyomissing High School in which the Harlem Wizards played against the Wyomissing Heroes, made up of school faculty and other members of the community.

It was her performance at the Wizards' game that gave her the chance to sing at a much larger venue, Philadelphia's First Union Center, where 20,754 fans came to see the Sixers and the Pistons play.

Scott Swift sent in a video of his daughter singing the anthem to the 76ers, hoping the team would recognize her talent.

Sixers manager of game operations Kathy Drysdale, who said she gets hundreds of videotapes from performers interested in singing the anthem at one of the team's exhibition games or 41 regular season home games, sat up and took notice of Swift.

"She has this fantastic voice that catches everyone's attention," Drysdale said. "Her voice is so strong and powerful at 12 years old. You look at her and think, 'Did that come out of her mouth?'"

Swift left for Philadelphia right after school on April 5 with her parents, brother and a friend of her brother. They encountered lots of traffic and wound up making it to the arena just in time for her sound check at 5.

Shortly after their arrival, team officials presented Taylor, Austin and Austin's friend with duffel bags full of 76ers merchandise, including basketballs, jerseys and hats. Taylor also received a jersey signed by some of the Sixers players.

After getting ready in a private dressing room, Swift was escorted by a security guard onto the court, which was adorned with a red carpet.

Her mother, Andrea F., admitted she was very nervous leading up to the anthem.

"They had a number of cameras all focused right around her and she was up on the big screen," Andrea said. "It's very, very scary as a mom to see your child out there."

Taylor was much more relaxed about the whole thing, experiencing a few butterflies even as the lights were dimmed just moments before her performance.

"I was just practicing the first note over and over in my head," she said.

Swift, who sang the final words of the anthem in the midst of deafening cheers from the crowd, said the whole experience was a big thrill.

"All of these NBA players and all of these other people were looking at me," she said. "It was a really wonderful feeling."

Swift has been performing practically all of her life in local theater productions.

Next Friday and Saturday she will perform in Wyomissing High School's production of "The Sound of Music."

Swift, whose maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, Wyomissing Park, is a retired opera singer, has been pursuing a country music singing career.

The aspiring singing star, who also plays electric guitar, performed with the Pat Garrett Band at last year's Bloomsburg Fair and has cut a country CD.

Late last month the Swifts traveled to Nashville, where they distributed the CD to record companies in the hope of landing a record deal.

When she is not busy performing, Swift enjoys spending time with her friends.

— written by Jeremy Carroll, c. 2002

[brits4gerardway]

ok so you were the first person not from US america i even kinda know so im asking you

how do people not from the US, or at least people from the UK, react to us going crazy about the super bowl? bc like thats today and my dad loves american football and so does like every dad in the us that has ever lived and i was just thinking that people in other parts of the world probably look at us like we're crazy (more than they already do lol)

like when people go crazy abt the world cup thats different because that involves like everyone bc football (or "soccer" in 🦅🍔🎆 terms) is a much more universal sport compared to american football but we're just kinda over here doing our own thing and acting like it's the biggest thing in the world and having to grease up light poles so people dont climb them bc their team got into the Big Game (this is something that actually happens in philidelphia 😭)

that was really rambly holy shit i hope you understood that

DW I LOVE DETAILED ASKS !! 🫶:D /gen it means I can provide detailed answers and yap 😈

honestly in my experience I almost never hear about it 😭 the most i see about american football is through movies featuring it, an occasional social media clip / musical performance or rare word of mouth from US mutuals

just like football (soccer in america terms) is a massive cultural phenomenon for british people, I'm guessing it's the same for american football (which I'm pretty sure is just rugby,, right?) where its absolutely massive but countries outside of it don't hear about it too much?

^ again genuinely this could just be me being super disconnected + out of touch from sport overall 😭

[whereareroo]

EYES ON THE MIDDLE EAST

WF THOUGHTS (9/23/24).

For decades, Americans have tended to skip over news about war in the Middle East. We tune out. There’s always war in the Middle East.

Well, it’s time to pay attention. It looks like the current conflict may be spiraling out of control. It may soon involve all of the countries in the Middle East. It could spread beyond the Middle East. Because of our ironclad support for Israel, America always plays at least an indirect role in any Middle East conflict. If the conflict spins out of control, we may be forced into a more extensive role. We already have 40,000 troops in the region.

I won’t burden you with ancient history. Let’s just take a quick look at the past year.

Last October 7th, a terrorist group called Hamas launched an attack from the Gaza Strip into Israel. The Gaza Strip is a little strip of land, about the size of Philidelphia, that sits along the western Mediterranean shore of Israel. It is Palestinian Territory with a population of 2 million that is almost exclusively Muslim. Israel has totally blockaded Gaza, by land and sea, for 20 years. We won’t discuss that blockade today. There has been constant friction between the Gazans and Israel. Hamas is a Gazan terrorist group, funded by Iran, that objects to Israel’s actions. Hamas and Israel have battled for years. The latest battle has been ongoing since last October 7th. At the start of this round of fighting, Hamas had a relatively small fighting group of 25,000. Last October 7th, Hamas caught Israel by surprise and attacked a music festival in Israel. Hamas killed 1,200 people and took 250 hostages. For the past year, Israel has responded with brute force. Even though the Gaza Strip is only the size of Philidelphia, Israel has been brutalizing Gaza for 12 months. The Gaza Strip has been flattened by bombs. The entire population has been displaced. More than 41,000 Gazans have been killed and another 95,000 have been injured. It has been an absolute horror show. Keep in mind that this is a relatively minor skirmish, in a very confined area, between Israel and a group of 25,000 terrorists. The fighting continues and there’s no end in sight.

I’m sickened by the events in Gaza, but that’s not the battle zone that has me worried right now. I’m worried about the increasingly hot conflict on Israel’s northern border. That’s the border with Lebanon, which is home to another Palestinian anti-Israel terrorist group (also funded by Iran) called Hezbollah. You need to pay attention to this.

Out of solidarity with Hamas and to advance its own interests, for the last year Hezbollah has been launching missiles and rockets into northern Israel. Israel has retaliated. Since July, the fighting has become more intense. On July 3rd, Israel launched an air strike into Lebanon and assassinated a top Hamas commander. Hamas retaliated by launching massive air strikes into Israel. Ever since, the fighting has been intensifying. It has been the most intense fighting on the northern border since 2006. Last week, in an amazing work of spycraft by Israel, 12 Hezbollah leaders were killed when their wireless devices exploded simultaneously at 3:30 p.m. The explosions also wounded 2,750. A day later, more wireless devices exploded killing 30 and wounding 750. Hezbollah has promised a very aggressive response. The northern border has become a very dangerous powder keg.

Let me tell you why this is more worrisome than Gaza. Hezbollah is a much bigger and stronger fighting force than Hamas. Hamas is a minor league team. Hezbollah is a championship big league team. The Hezbollah army, at 100,000 or more, is four times the size of Hamas. They have extensive fighting experience. Intelligence experts believe that Hezbollah has an arsenal that includes more than 150,000 missiles and rockets. Hezbollah is not a small terrorist group that Israel can easily control. To make matters worse, Hezbollah has ties with Lebanon, Syria, and Iran. Any or all of those countries could easily be drawn into the current conflict. If that happens, other countries in the region will get involved too. If the ball bounces the wrong way, the world could be faced with a complex multinational war. In such a conflict, the death toll will vastly exceed the horror that has occurred in the Gaza Strip. The human suffering would be immense. This is a very serious- -and very frightening- -stuff. You need to keep your eyes on this.

This afternoon, Israeli bombs killed 750 people in Lebanon. Also this afternoon, our Department of Defense announced that America is sending additional forces to the area to supplement the 40,000 already in the region. Let’s hope and pray that Israel and Hezbollah find a way to de-escalate the situation. At the same time, we all need face reality and understand that we may soon be seeing another major war in the world. Pay attention to the news. This isn’t a minor conflict that you can ignore.

[blue-opossum]

Thoughts of Recovering Trees

        Thoughts of Recovering Trees

        1 minute and 30 seconds to read.

        Monday morning, 3 July 2023.

        Dream #20,650-03.

        Temporary artificial "memories" place me in Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978). It is nighttime. I "know" Zsuzsanna lives here with me (even though she has never been to America in waking life). However, I do not recall being in the house at any point since my dream begins with me walking to where my computer is, which is in the middle of Highway Seventeen. (All dreaming experiences in this mode and sleep depth start with me walking in an outdoor location.)

        I have no thoughts or expectations of traffic and remain unwary about sitting in the middle of the highway using my computer. I feel the essence of an approaching storm but in a cheerful way. Even so, I consider how many trees in Philidelphia had been "displaced" by a storm. At one point, I anticipate an area near the south sideyard to begin to have minimal "stormy" weather, but nothing like a storm ever occurs.

        I consider a recent storm south of Cubitis (the opposite direction of where Philidelphia would be). I think I can use my computer to restore the recently uprooted trees. I feel confident and cheerful.

        This ambiguous but peaceful narrative contained influence from seeing a couple of videos on YouTube regarding the Kensington (Philidelphia) homeless people. Even so, in my dream, I had no recall of them. However, the background analogy of uprooted trees and homeless people is self-evident.

        The basis of this narrative combines a typical proto-cognitive and potential mobility analogy. Here is why:

        Using a computer is a cognitive task. Learning is associated with going to school. In my dream, I am sitting where the school bus stopped during one part of my youth. A bus anticipates mobility and transition, which cannot occur while I am asleep in bed and with inactive real-world cognizance. Often after waking up and getting ready for school, I would walk down the Cubitis house driveway to wait for the bus on Highway Seventeen's wayside. Zsuzsanna erroneously living here is an “anchor” to potential real-world recall in an otherwise ambiguous and fictitious narrative. Virtual amnesia is otherwise predominant to prevent associations with real-world perception and viable memories.

[ophilosoraptoro]

The Montauk Project: The Truth is Darker Than You Can Possibly Imagine

[mauve-moth-machine]

[bi-bard]

So... I told you guys to prepare for an emotional post about Elton John...

This is that post.

I have vivid memories of sitting in the backseat of my mom's truck while singing along to songs like "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and "Tiny Dancer" and "Philidelphia Freedom" and so many more.

I have listened to Elton John's music for as long as I can remember.

I was raised on his music. And I know I'm not unique in that experience, but it doesn't change the influence he had on me.

Elton John has had a major influence on the music I listen to, the way I act, the way I write, the way I look at the world... the actors I'm a fan of (shout out to Taron).

He has had a major impact on my life.

Getting the chance to watch his final U.S. show was a milestone. Even if I was sitting on my own in my little studio apartment. Being able to sing and dance and just enjoy his music like that was brilliant and emotional and everything I wanted.

I don't think I'll ever be able to explain how important Elton's music and work have been to me. How important it will continue to be.

All I can say now is thank you. Thank you for the music and impact. For helping me through every major change in my life.

I wish nothing but happiness for Elton John and his family <3

[codrs]

Hey All 👋

I'm ActuallyZach, a student from Philidelphia who really likes making things. I have won Apple's Swift Student Challenge twice, once in 2020 and 2021. I really like to dive into difficult projects and help others with their projects. Currently, I am really interested in Compilers, Text Editors, and Genetic Simulations.

WWDC Wishes

I'm really looking forward to participating in WWDC this year. I'm hoping to see a lot of improvements to Shortcuts and frameworks relating to passing information between iOS apps. Also, I would love for Apple to release a new version of UITextView or a more friendly Text Kit API. I really hope they upgrade these because it would be really great to use in my text editor Firefly. I would also like to see more Apple Silicon hardware and maybe some new AR-focused hardware.

My work

I have been a developer seriously for about 3 years now. I have released 2 apps onto the app store and created countless other projects.

Jellycuts

Jellycuts is currently my main project. I have been working on it for almost over a year at this point. I enjoy working on this project because of its complexity and it is something I have never done before.

Jellycuts is an IDE that allows you to code iOS Shortcuts in plaintext. You write each Jellycut in a custom programming language called Jelly. Once you have finished writing the Jellycut you can export it into Shortcuts.

WWDC 2021 - Winning Submission

My WWDC 2021 submission is a genetic simulator with a wide range of customization. The user can add new species, change their genome, and also how they look. Once the user creates all of the species they want, they can start a genetic simulation. This will simulate all of the species living in a procedurally generated world. The experience is also styled as a terminal interface with an alien artificial intelligence guiding you through everything.

You can check this out on my YouTube channel here

WWDC 2020 - Winning Submission

For WWDC 2020 I made a text-based procedural dungeon explorer. This was my first submission to the WWDC competition and I had a lot of fun creating this project. You can check out the code for this over on my GitHub

[queeniewriteshockey]

Sidelined ||Nolan +Reader

Author Note: I received several requests for a medical profession examining Nolan after an injury. This trope is apparently popular.  I also added a little nervous Nolan which was also a request of mine. This combines 3 or 4 prompts in one. 

Word Count: 3519 All errors are mine. 

The space between the benches and the locker room were always so crowded, but it was often where you spent your time during games. You had yet to really be needed during a game, you were just one of the many trainers on the team. You were a baby by everyone else's standards. A junior trainer in training, really. So, for the most part, you waited in the wings, watching the games, learning the ins and outs of the way the players moved and understanding how the pads both helped and contributed to the strain on them.

You didn't mind, though. The game was fast paced and interesting. It made the time go by pretty quickly. Sports medicine had always been a passion of your but, truthfully, Hockey hadn't been where you'd expected to land. Soccer was your own personal preference when it came to games to play, but when it came time for your internship, it just wasn't available. Hockey was not a game for the faint of heart, though and you figured, what the hell. You could do that.

So far, you'd only really watched as the other trainers attended to some of the injuries the team had sustained. You were who came in after the injuries were assessed. When the downtime was over and the body needed to be reminded of how to work. You were the last line before the boys got back out on the ice. You weren't really needed when it came to game time, but you were there anyway. The main trainer demanded it of you.

Again you didn't mind. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy the sport or the players on the team. Some of them were beyond frustrating and a little on the dumb side, but there were others you were rather fond of. They'd warned you not to get attached to the players in class, sports teams had a nasty habit of trading players on a whim. More than that, they also warned you about keeping things professional. There was an entire class based solely around maintaining your professional behavior. You made it a point to avoid a few of the eyes on the team for that very reason.

One, in particular, was a *problem* but for the most part, you were able to skirt around his eyes. It was hard, though. You could feel his stare on the back of your neck when you were working with a few of the other guys. Particularly when you worked on Travis' hip. The tall brunet seemed to always be there, brooding in the corner, watching silently. You ignored it, as best you could, knowing that even if he wasn't technically supposed to be there, he wasn't going to be going anywhere.

He'd speak from time to time when Travis would ask him a question, but you did your best to ignore the sound of his voice and focus instead on the way Travis' hip shifted and the strength of his muscles when you pushed on them, trying to gauge where the pain was. You weren't a chiropractor, but you could still help to ease the pain. They always seemed to want to talk when your eyes were closed and you were trying to focus on what you were doing. Nolan's voice made it hard to do and you were pretty sure Travis knew that. If the dangerous smirk from the man under your fingers was anything to go by the last time they'd been at it. He knew exactly what he was doing. If the massage you'd given him was a little harder than normal, well, served him right.

Standing between the players' bench and the locker room was always such a high energy experience, but you mostly kept your focus on the players on the ice rather than the people walking by. The people walking by were inconsequential to your job and your paycheck. It was the ones on the ice that mattered.

Naturally, every hit the players took got your attention. Each one was potentially a reason you would need to be called into action. You had expected this game to be no different than all the others. It would yield nothing more than a few bumps and bruises and you would be on your way home the second it ended. You were really hoping that was how the night would go. You were exhausted. But the moment the knees collided on the ice and Patrick spun out on the ice, you knew your night wasn't going to go as smoothly as you had hoped.

The rest of the game was just as eventful and similarly just as violent. It seemed, from at least where you were sitting, it came more from the Philidelphia side of things, though, so at least you weren't racking up the body count. You forced yourself to ignore the hit Patrick delivered to the Pen and only examined it on a professional level rather than any level that told you that it was beautiful and fucking hot. You were a professional and had clearly been hanging around the world of Hockey too long if that was where your mind had gone. Though possibly it was just who delivered it. You ignored that, too.

The entire game flowed with chaos, as was common for the sport, but even you were on the edge of your seat during overtime. Even you couldn't help but cheer when the captain of the team stole the show and won it. Even you cheered for the team as they proved why counting them out was never a good idea.

Your smile was genuine as they filed passed you, heading into the locker room and the stands emptied out. A nudge to your shoulder shook you from your thoughts as the went past. Your head turned in the direction of the nudge, but you expected it to be one of the trainers.

"Sit tight," he said, voice loud over the cheers. "I want you to take a look at Patrick's knee. Make sure everything is moving alright."

You nodded silently and followed the rest of the people down the hallway. You had expected as much from what you'd seen on the ice. You'd likely have a look at the shoulder as well after that hit he delivered.

You just had to wait for the lockers to clear out and for him to come to you. The little area behind the lockers, set up specifically for the medical teams was stocked full of everything you could possibly need and probably things you would never need. It helped that the stadium you were at typically catered to another violent, though less so, sport.

The room smelled strongly of antiseptic as you set to work cleaning and disinfecting the work area. It had probably already been done, but you hadn't been the one to do it and therefore was unwilling to trust anyone else with the task. Not when it was your patient on the table. You didn't hear him walk in, too engrossed in your work to notice the soft pad of his sneaker covered feet.

"Where do you want me?" His voice said, breaking your focus on what you were doing and making you jump. He leaned against the side of the wall, a picture of relaxation when honestly he was anything but relaxed. He was keyed up from the game, his knee pulsed slightly and he felt like he was floating a little now that he was in trainers and not skates.

A gasp fell from your lips while your heart rate picked up. You spun on the spot, turning to see him and in your hast dropped the wipes you had been using to clean the bench he would be laying on. The smirk on his lips was enough to make you want to throw something at him. "It's not nice to sneak up on someone," you reprimanded. Your voice was hauty but it also lacked true heat. You were still trying to get the heartbeat back to a regular rhythm

"Sorry," came the gruff reply. "I'll make more noise next time." He wasn't a small man, most people heard him coming, but he'd been favoring the knee as he walked so perhaps that was why you hadn't heard him. He'd do his best to make noise as he had said, next time. Even if he kind of had enjoyed startling you. The gasp was cute.

You waved away the apology, knowing full well he wasn't sorry in the least. The smirk was still on his lips and he hadn't made to move anymore since coming into the room. He was still leaned against the door jam, arms crossed over his broad chest, waiting for instruction.

"Perhaps a bell around your neck," you joked. You dipped down to pick up what you'd dropped. Before you even realized it, before you even stood back up, he was standing in front of you. Again you hadn't heard him move.

The padded floor muffled his shoes as he walked. He'd decided that the doorway was likely not where you would be conducting the exam and it was in both of your best interests that he moved into the room. "Not my kink," he said smoothly, "but I'll try anything once. If that's what you're into." The words were out of his mouth before he even thought about them and internally he kicked himself for it. He could hear TK cracking up. He should apologize, but the words died on his tongue when he caught sight of your blush.

You glanced up, face heating at his words. On your knees, collecting the dropped wipes you got a better picture of just how tall he really was. You swallowed hard before forcing yourself to stand. You were far too close to him for your liking when you finally stood and decided distance is your best friend as you take a few steps backward.

"Um," you said unsure if you should even respond to his quip or just move past it and get into work mode. He's already thrown you completely off your game. You were agitated and warm from the blush, even the crispness of the air wasn't enough to simmer that down. "Can you just...Lay down on the bench? I'll check you out and you can go."

His eyebrow raised at your words and a chuckle threatened to escape. "I thought I was the one checking you out," he quipped again. Possibly he needed to stop talking altogether. He wasn't making this any easier for either of you, but the chatter in his head was too loud and drowned out the logical parts.

The blush to your cheeks darkened and you sighed softly. Is that what he was doing? It felt more like he was tormenting you. You'd honestly figured that Travis had told Nolan about your very obvious little crush that wasn't a crush and he was just having fun at your expense. "Mr. Patrick," you said firmly, "please, just-"

He could have sworn his whole body spasmed at being called Mister. "Please don't call me that. Mr. Patrick is my father," he said firmly as he slid onto the bench, "It's Nolan." He was not his father, he wasn't even legal to drink in the country he was currently calling home. He was not a Mister.

"Nolan," you said with a nod. It wasn't the first time you'd said his name, but it still felt different to say, now that, in a professional setting, you had permission not to be so formal.

It was a relief the moment he laid down on the bench. "Thank you," you told him as you moved closer to get a look at the right knee.

He nodded once, though unsure as to why you were thanking him. His arms slipped behind his head fingers threading together while he cradled his head off the leather table. "Sure thing."

There was a little bruising around the edge of his leg, where the pads had rested but that wasn't anything you were worried about. Your fingers pressed gently into the flesh of his knee while your eyes watched his face. You wanted to see if there was a reaction - pain or anything similar - while you felt around the skin. His eyes didn't leave yours while you worked and you fell a little thrill run up your spine. His face gave no indication of pain, but there was something behind those blue eyes that had you captivated.

"Does it hurt?" You asked, finally breaking eye contact and silence.

"Not really," he told you. There was pressure where you pushed, soreness even, but actual pain wasn't something he felt. It was hard to focus on that, though. He was too focused on you and watching you.

That's what you wanted to hear, really. "What about now?" You reached back, left arm wrapping around his calf while your right arm pressed into his thigh and you lifted and bent his leg.

He shook his head before he closed his eyes. Not looking at you was in his best interest if he was going to give you correct answers.

He let you bend and twist and poke and prod. The moment his eyes were closed the tension in your shoulders slipped. His stare was a weighty one, heavy in more ways than you wanted to admit. You refused to let yourself examine why, though.

You took a moment while his eyes were closed to admire his face, but you forced yourself to get back to work before he could notice. "Does any of this hurt?" You asked while you worked. There were times when focusing on anything other than him was difficult.

It was the first time you'd had to work with him, so you were new to the way his body moved with your touch. It hadn't been something you'd wanted to learn. You were a professional and he was your patient. Only, sometimes, when you were free to consider things and contemplate what your life would be like if you weren't a trainer for this particular team, you would have considered asking the man under you out.

Your mind betrayed you as you worked, memorizing the softness of his skin and the firmness of his muscles. It held onto the scent of his skin after the showers, the way the smell of the ice clung to his damp skin and the way his body wash and shampoo scented the air. He smelled exactly the opposite of what one would expect a hockey player to smell like, but perhaps that was because he had been kind enough to shower first.

Travis was never so nice when you had to deal with him. The next time you had to handle him, you'd demand he change that. Nolan had set the bar high and it was time for Travis to jump to reach it.

"I think you're good," you told him after a while. He still hadn't opened his eyes and part of you wondered if he's simply fallen asleep on the table. It wouldn't have been the first time that had happened. Add to that the fact that he'd just spend a combined total of an hour skating around on the ice at speeds people only dreamed of, exerting himself to the max, you wouldn't have blamed him either.

Nolan's mind slid back into consciousness with a bump, your voice triggering him to return to consciousness. He hadn't been asleep, not truly, but he had been close. Your hands had felt amazing on his skin and his tired muscles.

"Funny," he said, voice thick with what could only be classified as sleep, "I was just thinking that about you." His mind was still foggy from the near sleep, he hadn't been in control of his thoughts or his words.

You let go of him, though gently and stepped back from him as you release a sigh. "Is it your goal to make my job difficult?" You asked, "because if it is, it was working."

He'd been in the process of climbing to consciousness by way of getting upright when he was startled into moving quicker than he would have liked. His head spun with the change and his hand pressed to his temple as the world shifted in his view. All the blood rushed from his head and pooled in his cheeks. It didn't stop the dizzy feeling that threatened to send him back to the mat. "No, that's not..." He fumbled for words, unsure what he was going to say even as he spoke.

He wasn't focused, tired from the game. Lose from the massage and flustered from who it was that had given it to him. His fingers ran through his hair and tucked it behind his ear before he jumped off the bench, knees absorbing the shock of the impact. He was so glad his knee hadn't been hurt in the collision on the ice.

He was fine, you felt sure in your diagnosis.

"I was just... Teeks told me..." TK told him what? To make an idiot of himself? Nolan was pretty sure that was exactly what he'd told him not to do. His hands were back in his hair and his eyes flicked to the door. The desire to just leave was a strong one, but he was already knee deep in whatever it was he had done.

If your embarrassment and temper hadn't been in danger of getting the better of you, you might have thought he looked cute in how awkward and nervous he'd suddenly gotten. "What did Travis tell you?" You were going to kill yourself a hockey player, but how many remained to be seen. One for sure.

Blue eyes when wide at your words and for a moment he had visions of TK killing him for throwing him to the wolves. "Nothing! He didn't tell me anything. He just thought, maybe, you'd say yes if I asked you out." There was a lot more than he'd said, but Nolan wasn't going to reveal any of that. He liked living.

"Is that what you were trying to do?" You asked confused. Honestly, you thought he was just trying to stress you out and make you uncomfortable. It didn't really seem like his way of doing things if you were being honest, but it was late and you were tired. Add to the fact that you'd spend the better part of a few months avoiding the guy... Your mind had run away with you.

"Not very well, apparently," he laughed. "If I tried again, would you say yes?" He was so hopeful.

You laughed as well. At least the guy was self-deprecating enough to understand that he hadn't gotten off on the right foot. "I don't know," you told him, head tilting to the side to watch him. "Why don't you actually ask me?" If he actually did ask, the answer was an easy one, but after everything he'd done to make you uncomfortable, you weren't letting him off the hook that easily. He deserved to stand there, nervous and awkward, balancing from one foot to the other as the words form in his mind and flowed to his mouth.

"Do you wanna grab a bite to eat with me? Like... Now to some other time?" He was tired and starving and all he wanted was food and his bed, but he also wanted company and you were there and beautiful and he'd finally managed to actually ask you out. He didn't want to make you more uncomfortable by requiring that it be that very minute.

It was kind of cute the way he hesitated and stumbled over his words. You had seen him be so confident on the ice, but off the ice, he was a different creature. You liked this guy a little more than you liked the one on the ice. "Just let me get this place cleaned up and we can go, okay?" You didn't give him a yes or no. Gave him no reason to back out. You also gave yourself no ability to second guess your choice. If you had postponed and chosen to do it some other time, you would have backed out. You knew that about yourself.

The professional classes and the oath you had taken would have eaten away at your mind and you would have ghosted on the whole thing.

The smile you got in return for your answer was blinding. It could have knocked you over with how bright and happy it was. "That's perfect. I'll grab my stuff and meet you back here." The weight that had settled on his shoulders was all but gone. Now he had to focus on impressing you.

You nodded as he left and moved to clean up the room you'd been using. Maybe you weren't going to kill Travis. He still deserved a light maiming, but actually killing him? You'd spare him... for now.

[unclerippuascension]

now you too can make your enemies experience that one always sunny in philidelphia plot!

did you know amazon sells psychological torture devices

[making-a-ru]

Denver Urban Legends: Blucifer

Blue Mustang, known to locals by the nickname Blucifer and DIAblo, is a cast-fiberglass sculpture of a mustang of located at Denver International Airport. Colored bright blue, with illuminated glowing red eyes, it is notable both for its striking appearance and for having killed its creator Luis Jiménez when a section of it fell on him at his studio.

Blue Mustang was one of the earliest public art commissions for Denver International Airport in 1993. The sculpture was based on the eight-foot-high sculpture Mesteño(Mustang), on display at the University of Oklahoma. Standing at 32 feet (9.8 m) tall and weighing 9,000 pounds (4,100 kg) including its steel armature, Blue Mustang is located in the median of Peña Boulevard. Everyone who enters and leaves the airport drives by Blucifer.

There was a bit of drama to even get DIAblo in the first place.

1992. The DIA art committee granted New Mexican artist Luis Jiminez a $300,000 commission to create the sculpture, three years before the airport would finally open. Paid $165,000 upfront .

Jiminez misses the original 1994 deadline for the work. A cornea transplant he’d gotten twenty years before had begun to deteriorate, and some people speculated that the piece would never be completed

City grants Jiminez several extent ions, but the dates were never met with completion.

2003.   The city files a lawsuit against Jimenez for the $165,000 it had paid up front, but agreed to drop the suit if the sculpture was finished by the end of the year. Sculpture not completed.

June 13, 2006. Jiminez was by himself in his studio rushing to finish the nearly-completed Mustang. He was reportedly using a rope to hoist a section of the sculpture into place so it could be welded. The hoist broke and the piece fell on the 66-year-old, pinning him to the ground and slicing an artery in his leg. Jiminez died on his studio floor.

The sculpture was completed with the help of the artist's staff, family, and professional race-car painters Camillo Nuñez and Richard LaVato. Upon completion the sculpture was sent to California for assembly and then shipped to Denver. Blue Mustang was unveiled at Denver International Airport on February 11, 2008.

Blucifer is said to be part of Denver's 4 Horses of the Apocalypse, 4 eerie horse sculptures in or around Denver.

Holistic healers have begun to wonder if the Mustang has connection to the Blue Star Kachina, a Hopi prophecy.

The sculpture has become a subject of interest for ghost hunters and paranormal researchers examining the “haunted” claims.

Others say that the Mustang bears incredible resembalance to the horse witnessed by men unwillingly subjected to time travel travel experiments in the Montauk Project, aka The Philidelphia Experiment.

[sunnysynthsunshine]

8th Comedy Monologue

(note: this monologue has some serious parts in between the joke/reference parts)

“Hey, comrades how are you?”

“Good, Bad a bit of both? understandable”

So a lot has happened, the Brits happened and Numberjacks and Moomins are the memes of the month ”

Now, I’m not that into “modern Pop music” so the Brits wouldn’t really be my thing, Jack Whitehall was hosting and I have to say…...his jokes were staler than breakfast toast

I like Jack’s work but boi he has his cringy moments and this was one of them, I,  I, can’t

But I’m not the one to talk about cringe, as I have had many cringy moments in my life, sometimes I’ve muddled up words saying things like “shut your noses” and sounding so overexcited I sound like a parrot

But that wasn’t all, as part of the photography class I go to me and my classmates had to go to hazel bank, it’s a nice seaside park sort of place, I’ve been there twice so far and I’ve enjoyed my times there,but the day before our first visit I was so tired that when I was trying to tell one of my mates about the visit, I couldn’t word my words right and I ended up saying……

“We’re going to the bank”

“Yup, Why I did that I have no clue, there would be no point to us visiting a bank anyway, there’s a big difference between the place you get money from and the place where you see a lot more dogs than you find places to take photos.”

“Seriously”

“Now a lot of things have changed since we last chatted, I’ve realised a lot of my material references old tv shows and films that some of my audience wouldn’t recognize,Derry Girls ended its 2nd season,I saw the stage version of Rocky Horror,I performed at a MicNight for one of my pals,Umbrella Academy premiered and I started watching Grace and Frankie which is like an American Abfab but with Jane Fonda

Hannah Montana was my childhood as it was for many others, we have Miley, the Jonas Brothers and Not Drake and Josh

now we just have to wait in the horizons for a

*Big Time Rush reunion*

Derry Girls was amazing, Congrats to Lisa McGee, Nicola Coughlan and all the people that bring the show to life

Even some of my American friends have tuned into it, from Dougal McGuire freaking out over the gang trying to flush hash filled scones down the toliet,the Take that episode and the masterpiece that was the formal episode with the Carrie tribute Rocky Horror was a mixed experience, the performances and crowd interactions were class, but I got wine spilt over me and I had to wait for ages for the train to take me and my mum home.

Now, MicNight that was something

It was for the birthday of one of my mates,Susi, I was just sitting around listening to indie bands and catching up with old pals for most of it,but another pal of mine was there, an online friend of mine who is now also an offline friend, my dear comrade Connor, he was such a nice bloke and then..my big break arrived I got to perform one of my poems, my Freddie mercury tribute and it got a round of applause,that was an iconic moment for me, although as I was finishing my reading I did have to remind them I wasn’t finished, it was like 12 pages long, what a good day, ...then times weren’t so good.

I was being a complete moron,I had to think about some things, days past and I’ve learned some things, I shouldn’t act like an expert on topics I barely know anything about...  

Now let me tell you just remember to be yourself, honestly, there’s nothing better you can be than your true self.

Now,...back to what I was talking about previously…

Oh yeah

Robert Sheehan

As a former emo kid, I loved My Chemical Romance, even though I had gotten into them after they had already spilt, Danger Days is better than welcome to the black parade and Gerard Way was and is one of my inspirations

Recently, one of his comics got turned into a Netflix series, Umbrella Academy and I know what your thinking

Robert Sheehan is amazing at playing Klaus...and your 100% right

There was also that Motley Crue movie and boi I have some tea about that

the term it's Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll is quite a gross term now

when you consider groupie culture, excess and all the other bad things some  "rock stars" did offstage

Bad things that would sometimes involve those of which who are underage

YES, LIKE JIMMY PAGE WE’RE TALKING ABOUT HIM, THE FILTHY NONCE

The Music industry is a dangerous and very problematic place

*inhale*/*exhale*

Ok let’s get back to some good news

Um Bad News are better than Motley Crue, and the cursed Black hole of the universe has finally been revealed to the world and Pluto has a new sibling 

but the space scientists think

 it needs a more suitable name than 225088 2007or10, 

welcome to the world, I learned that Boy George is part Irish and…

Now I’m on Easter break

A bit of advice

if someone is stressed out about an event and all the planning and transportation takes longer than usual 

Don't add another negative thing onto that because you'll make them explode

So I visited someone, a mate of mine, Susi again, I met her when I did the performing Arts course, amazing person but all of my mates are amazing anyway

This event was just a fun hang out day, with some of her mates who I hadn’t met before that day, they ended up being amazing too, I gave Susi the easter egg and we talked about lots of things, Motley Crue drama, the musical Jesus Christ Superstar….and a certain actor.

Oh, what was his name again?

Colin Crigson? No, “Mr Mayo?  Nah that can’t be it

“Mile?,Meal?, Maple?,....*clears throat*

Ah Ha! I know now you know the bloke I’m talking about

Rik Mayall,

Yes, him

Basically, I was giving them a history lesson on “the guy who played Drop Dead Fred” and why he was such a icon”

and it was great, I showed them pictures and we watched his appearances in the rocky horror sequel and I just loved telling them about him,

He was and is an icon for many reasons

He innovated British comedy, He was a very talented actor who worked in Film, Television, Music and Advertising, he was a proud feminist who was for Equal Pay, in the 80s he was in a public information film educating people about how to use condoms as part of the First Aids discussion programme.

he has inspired and performed for the following…Simon Pegg, Charlie Brooker, Mark Hamill, Jack Nicholson, Robin Williams, The writers of It's Always in Philidelphia, James Buckley, Noel Fielding and myself.

The day was a day to be remembered, and then what happened after that?

While I was posting my rik pics on twitter, I ended up posting a photo from Rik’s university days, the photo was of uni Rik with his mates, it was a black and white 1970s photo and he had on his big vampire esque gown with his semi-long blonde hair and a big smile

what did one of my internet mates say?

“You look just like him in this photo it’s weird”

*blinks*

“Why thank you, whether that’s a compliment or fact is up to you”

But honestly, that felt so good

To be compared to a icon like that is just such a nice thing to hear

*snorts a laugh*

I guess I’m the people's poet of the 21st century

I am going to live the best life that I can if you want to lead a full and complete life you have to be free. Freedom is paramount, your future is as bright as you make it...

It’s about the connection, not the destination, Spread Kindness

Some of those mantras are his and a few of those mantras are my own

Maybe...just Maybe times will get better, we can work together, we can make our planet beautiful again, for your all my best friends, the best friends I’ve ever had.