#piper rockefeller

[gaysonlyocean]

say thing more about experiment gang

im just taking this is as general instead of specifically about the main five kjugfdfghjk

asmr piper rockefeller makes poor choices

ok so jhgfdfgh piper is this 19 year old whos also at the hostel the twins end up at and she takes one look at columba and presses x to seduce

columba just goes along with it cause iths lost and confused and doesnt know what to do lkjhgfghjk

this also causes problems with the twins by accident cause theyre really dependant on eachother due to [gestures at everything] and chandra, whos stuck at the hostel due to getting shot in the knee, does Not cope with her sibling constantly leaving to do stuff with this random person they just met kjhgfghjk

anyway the reason piper came to the hostel in the first place is theres a rave happening in town soon and she needed a place to stay to go be there

and she goes hey i like this person xe can come with me!! itll be like a date :)

but uhhhh she doesnt know that columba has been through Shit, she knows somethings up from talking but not whats actually going on

and lets just say it was a bad idea to take someone whos got superpowers and been taught to be a weapon their entire life via very traumatic situations to a rave kjhgffghj

[piratewithvigor]

So pick your top 10 wrestlers and then assign them new theme music!

I've been thinking about this for literally days and I think I finally have such a list (obviously this list is in no particular order and some of my favorites were left off because their music is perfect)

The Undertaker: Cowboys From Hell - Pantera (Specifically American Badass. I know he got his nickname from the song and everything, but once you listen to it a little too much, it gets cheesy. Rollin', however, cannot be changed. I don't even like the song, but you feel something biking at top speed while listening to it)

Rowdy Roddy Piper: Horror Of Yig - Gwar (I would personally take out the mini monologue at the beginning)

Riddle: Cosmic Power Of The Infinite Shred Machine - DragonForce (Y'all cannot tell me that even just this title doesn't scream Riddle. The boy needs a new theme so badly. Just toss in a 'bro' at the beginning of this one and he's good to go)

Daniel Bryan: Say Yeah - KISS (It's his thing. Maybe speed it up to 1.25)

Shane McMahon: Money For Nothing - Dire Straits (Specifically the last 15 seconds before the beat drop, if you can call it that. I just think it would suit him)

Shawn Michaels: I'm Too Sexy - from Shrek 2 (Sung by Prince Charming, but Shawn could sing it just as well, if not, better)

Kane: Ich Hasse Kinder - Till Lindemann (The lyrics have nothing to do with him but the music is very Kane)

Macho Man Randy Savage: Macho Man - Village People (This is him. If they were using more songs from outside the company when he started, this would be his from the beginning.)

Randy Orton: Burn In My Light - Mercy Drive (His OG theme was better. Fight me.)

Stardust: Rockefeller Street - Nightcore (Maybe not from the beginning, but the bridge and chorus scream Stardust so loudly)

[max-beckmann]

Portrait of Reinhard Piper (Bildnis Reinhard Piper), Max Beckmann, 1921, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Fund Size: composition (irreg.): 23 1/4 x 16 1/8" (59.1 x 41 cm); sheet: 25 9/16 x 18 11/16" (65 x 47.4 cm) Medium: Lithograph

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/66541

[onmyownforalways]

I posted 202 times in 2021

12 posts created (6%)

190 posts reblogged (94%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 15.8 posts.

I added 71 tags in 2021

#pjo memes - 11 posts

#aleana jackson - 9 posts

#percy jackson - 8 posts

#pjo - 7 posts

#jason grace - 6 posts

#pjo fandom - 6 posts

#ariadne jackson - 6 posts

#frank zhang - 6 posts

#leo valdez - 6 posts

#annabeth chase - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 73 characters

#nico is amazing so shut the fuck up and flipping fuck off if you hate him

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The Cookies

Me: Okay guys, so what we're first gonna do is-

Percy: YOU'RE GONNA MAKE YOUR AWESOME COOKIES?! THANKS SIS!

Me: No, that's not what I-

Percy: GUYS, ALEANA'S MAKING HER FAMOUS COOKIES!!!!

Me: No I'm no-

Annabeth: YESSSSSSSS!!!

Me: Could we get back to-

Grover: AWESOME!

Jason: YAYYYYYYY!!!

Piper: CAN YOU MAKE SOME OF THEM PURPLE???

Leo: NO ORANGE!!

Percy: NO GUYS!! THEY NEED TO BE BLUE!!

Nico: NO BLACK!! BLACK IS SUPREME!!!!!!!!

Will: NO THEY NEED TO BE SHAPED LIKE THE SUN!!!

Frazel: *rolls eyes* Allie's trying to tell us the-

Entire Camp: YAY!!!! COOKIESSSS!!

Me: OKAY THAT'S IT!! EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!!!!!! I'M NOT MAKING COOKIES, I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A PLAN ON HOW TO DEFEAT THE MONSTERS THAT ARE GONNA ATTACK IN 10 SECONDS, BUT SINCE YOU DIDN'T LISTEN, I'LL JUST LEAVE YOU HERE TO DIE!!!

Camp: ................

7 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 17:39:55 GMT

#4

The Donut Pt. 4

Me: …………. THE APOLLO CABIN *teleports to CHB*

Me: *lands in middle of the interrogation room*

Me: OKAY, SUSPECTS!! GET IN HERE!!!!

*suspects walk in*

Me: Why would you do it?

Kayla: Okay, we have no idea what you’re talking about *shuffles feet nervously* Why would you even suspect us?

Me: I have my reasons. Now. Where. Is. My. Donut??

Will: Als, we are trying to promote non-sugar foods this week. Why do you think we would steal the donut?

Me: Not gonna say, or else we’d be in here for hours. My thought process is complicated.

Austin: Okay then. But why us? And how would you prove it?

Me: Well, I have security cameras, and fingerprints on my counter-top, and foot-prints on my floors. I have my ways.

Kayla, panicking and pacing the room: WILL, AUSTIN, LET’S JUST TELL HER, THIS WON’T END WELL!!!!

Will: KAYLA, STOP PACING AND PANICKING!! KEEP. IT. TOGETHER!

Me: *looks at them all evil*

Austin: GUYS STOP!!! She’s looking at us all evil like-

Kayla and Will: WAIT WHAT?!?!

Me: *slowly takes out knife and sharpens it*

Austin: Guys, I think it’s time for us to go back.

Will: Agreed.

Kayla: Let’s go.

Me: You all will pay for what you did to my precious little donut. I shall haunt you till the ends. *smiles viciously*

Me: Unless you can give me something in exchange. Like you souls *cue maniacal laughter*

Aria: *teleports into interrogation room* Allie, no.

Me: But-

Percy: *also teleports into room* No Als. Just no.

Me: Why-

Percy and Aria: WE ARE YOUR TRIPLETS AND WE SAY NO!!!

Me, mumbling: Party killers.

Percy: That’s what you get.

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8 notes • Posted 2021-05-10 15:48:26 GMT

#3

Lawyers

Leo: GUYS HELP ME!!!

Me: No. Never. Nada. Not a chance. Don’t ever ask me again.

Aria: Ignore her. What happened?

Percy: Don’t tell me you set the billboard near the Rockefeller center on fire again.

Piper: Oh yeah, I remember that. We almost got sued! You're lucky we fixed the situation.

Me: Bribery?

Jason: Uhhhhhhhhh, Pipes, wanna take it from here?

Piper: Um, we could have possibly used bribery?

Me: Piper, we talked about this. No more bribery.

Piper: Okay, okay!! *puts hands up in an ‘I surrender’ motion*

Frank: Anyways, what did you do this time?

Leo: Well, funny story, I got sued. Again. And the court case is this afternoon.

Hazel: WHAT?!?! IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET YOU OUT OF THE LAST CASE, AND HERE YOU ARE, DOING IT AGAIN???

Leo: WELL IT’S NOT MY FAULT I LIGHT UP ON FIRE!!!

Aria: You are right, BUT CONTROL YOURSELF!!!

Piper: What are we gonna do now!! We can’t hire someone on such short notice.

Percy: Unlessssss, Allieeeeeeeee, can you be Leo’s lawyer? Pleaseeeeeeeeee???

Jason: YOU’RE A LAWYER????

Me: No, but I can get Leo out of trouble and reverse the sue.

Percy: She is like, amazing at these kinds of things. One time, she reversed the sue, which was towards her, in which she would’ve paid $200, but then, she sued the billionaire who sued her, reversed the case, and got like a billion dollars from the sue.

Piper: Woah.

Leo: SO YOU’LL HELP ME??

Me: Well, I could, but I don’t wanna.

Will: *pops in the room from nowhere* WE’LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER FREE PASS FOR DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS!!

Me: Deal!

*in the evening after the court case*

Everyone: *in shock*

Me: Okay, I helped you. Now leave me alone.

Leo: Y-you just s-sued the other person, and w-won the case. And t-they weren’t even b-being sued in t-the first p-place.

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9 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 14:48:41 GMT

#2

Under the Seaaaaaa!!!!

Aria: The seaweed is always greener, in somebody else’s lake!

Me: What are you-

Percy: You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake!

Me: Okay, I love you both, you are my triplets, but please, stop!

Aria: Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor!

Me: Stop-

Percy: Such wonderful things surround you, what more is you lookin’ for?

Me: GUYS-

Piper: Don’t be such a prude Allie!!! SING!!

The Seven: UNDER THE SEA, UNDER THE SEA, DARLING IT’S BETTER, DOWN WHERE IT’S WETTER, TAKE IT FROM MEEEEEEEE!!!

Me: Guys, SHUT-

Jason: Up on the shore they work all day!

Piper: Out in the sun they slave away!

Leo: While we devotin’ full time to floatin’, UNDER THE SEAAAAA!!!

Me: I swear, I’ll kill you-

Annabeth: Down here all the fish is happy!

Percy: As off through the waves they roll!

Frank: They fish on the land ain’t happy! They sad ‘cause they in their bowl!

Hazel: But fish in the bowl is lucky, They in for a worser fate!

Aria: One day when the boss get hungry, guess who’s gon be on the plateeeeeee!!!

Me: JUST SHUT-

Will: Aleanaaaaaaaaaa!! Sing with ussssss!!!

Nico: I’m doing this cause I want a happy meal-

Entire Camp: UNDER THE SEA, UNDER THE SEA!!! NOBODY BEAT US, FRY US AND EAT US, IN FRICASSEE!!!

Me: OKAY STOP IT!!! THIS IS ANNOYING AND STUPID AND I JUST WANNA DIE RIGHT NOW!!! GOODBYE IDIOTS!!

Aria: *stops* Sis, you don’t really mean that, right?

Me: Yea, no. BUH-BYEEEE-

11 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 19:30:30 GMT

#1

The Fish

Jason: Percy, why. Is. My. Brick. And. Stapler. Destroyed?

Percy: CAUSE YOU ATE PETER!!!

Jason: PERCY FOR THE LAST TIME, IT'S JUST A FISH!!

Percy: *eyes start to twitch, and a hurricane forms over-head* Just a fish? Just a FISH????? HE WAS A SON, A DAD, AN UNCLE, A GRANDPA!!! HE HAD HIS WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF HIM!!

Piper: What the heck is this all about?

Annabeth: Piper, you don't wanna know. You really don't wanna know.

Frank: *tears in eyes* H-he was an a-amazing fishie.

Hazel: *hugs Frank* I know, I know.

Leo: *walks in* *see's what's happening* *walks out*

Jason: WELL YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN IT OUT ON BRICKIE AND STAPPIE. THAT'S JUST MEAN!!

Piper: *restrains from punching Jason* Jase, you ate a fish. A fish is more important than some brick and stapler.

Annabeth: *trying to calm down Percy* Jason, I advise that if you'd like to see day longer, then you run.

Leo: *runs back in carrying Nico* I FOUND A SOLUTION!!!

Nico: PUT ME DOWN NOW!!!!!!

Leo: *shrugs and throws Nico onto the ground*

Nico: Ouch. Okay, anyways, before you two destroy camp, Percy, Jason, I have some stuff for you.

Percy and Jason: NOTHING WILL FILL THE VOID IN MY HEART!

Nico: Not even Peter, and, *gags* Brickie and Stappie?

Percy: *hugs Nico hard* THANKS!!! *runs off into the ocean*

Jason: *looks at Nico* BRICKIE, STAPPIE?

Nico: *nods*

Jason: *runs off wit brick and stapler*

Me: WELL MOVE ALONG FOLKS!! NOTHING LEFT ON THIS EPISODE OF "It starts with Chaos"!!!

Okay, so, that's the first ever post by me. So, what do ya think?

12 notes • Posted 2021-05-07 00:08:27 GMT

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[moma-prints]

Portrait of Reinhard Piper (Bildnis Reinhard Piper), Max Beckmann, 1921, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Fund Size: composition (irreg.): 23 1/4 x 16 1/8" (59.1 x 41 cm); sheet: 25 9/16 x 18 11/16" (65 x 47.4 cm) Medium: Lithograph

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/66541

[returnn-of-the-mac]

Companions react to (possibly drunk) Sole blasting a holotape of a cancerous song like nightcore Rockefeller Street or the Gummy Bear song and running around Diamond city market centre furiously dancing to it?

Finally got around to this one! Like I said in our chat like. months ago (oops lol) I decided to go with We Are Number One! Please enjoy! 😊

FO4 Companions React: Drunk Sole Dancing to We Are Number One

What was supposed to be a fun night out at the Dugout Inn quickly turned into a nightmare when [companion] lost track of their (very intoxicated) drinking buddy.

They scoured every corner of Diamond City looking for Sole. Just when they were about to throw in the towel and ask for help, they heard two upper-stand Karens complaining about someone causing a ruckus down at the marketplace.

When [companion] arrived at the town center, they saw Sole running around and poorly singing along to We Are Number One from the Pre-War children’s show, Lazy Town.

...

Nick: [embarrassed] I’m never going to be able to show my face in this city again [annoyed; to Sole] Would you quit making an ass of yourself?

Strong: YES. NUMBER ONE SMASH ALL WEAKLINGS.

Codsworth: Oh bother, [sir/mum]! I take my eye off you for one second and you’re off on a wild rumpus!

Longfellow: [chuckling] Ah, I remember when whiskey would do that to me. The good ol days. How sweet n pure.

Curie: [amused] Ze Pre-War population sure had a peculiar taste in music.

Hancock: Heheh. Wish I had a holotape so I could record this shit. Fucking gold.

Danse: [annoyed] Intoxication is no excuse to disturb the peace, soldier. Pull yourself together!

MacCready: [picks up a copy of Publick Occurrences; suddenly interested in the Caps Market]

X6-88: This is unacceptable, [sir/ma’am]. You’re supposed to be representing the Institute. You should be ashamed.

Cait: [embarrased] Quit bein an arse! ...or at least sing somethin better than that shite!

Preston: [harshly whispering— as if Sole could actually hear him] General...you’re making a scene...

Ada: [Sir/Ma’am]? Are you malfunctioning?

Deacon: [dressed up as Robbie Rotten; playing the saxophone] We are Number one! Hey!

Gage: Oh fuck yeah! This shit slaps!

Piper: [Realizing it was her secret holotape] DID YOU RUMMAGE THROUGH MY UNDERWEAR DRAWER, BLUE!?!?

[fearsmagazine]

SETTLERS - Review

DISTRIBUTOR: IFC Midnight

SYNOPSIS: On a remote homestead amongst the Martian frontier, a refugee family from Earth clings to hope for a better life. But when strangers appear in the surrounding hills and attempt to run them off, nine-year-old Remmy is faced with the desperate reality her mother and father have tried so hard to keep from her.

REVIEW: SETTLERS is a hybrid of a science fiction movie with classic western plot devices. There are very few original films that did it well, and only “Outland (‘’81),” “Prospect (‘18)” and “Silent Running (‘72)” realized their goals in blending both genres successfully. For all the tech and hardware, a good science fiction film allows the viewer to examine the human condition in a new light. SETTLERS is one of those films.

Wyatt Rockefeller’s screenplay is a complex character driven narrative. He does an excellent job of introducing each one and slowly peels back their layers so we come to know them, understand them. They are an unlikely group who are brought together for a simple reason, but the frightening larger consequences he hints at, leaving our imagination to dwell on it. At the core of the story is Remmy, a child who has never known earth and is raised on stories about the home planet of her parents. Even though she has been raised in this harsh environment she still has a child’s sense of curiosity and wonder. The adults in the tale are presented as desperate survivors. However, the character of Jerry holds the knowledge and expertise to possibly this lost homestead. This small island of hope is housed under a dome that keeps it secluded from the rest of the planet. Given the heaviness of the story, Rockefeller injects a bit of comic relief with the inclusion of a simple robot that is capable of presenting a limited, but effective, range of emotions.

As the viewer watches this tragedy unfold you can’t help but feel the connection to several issues we are facing today. They run the gambit of social, political, and environmental. Much like a child, Rockefeller never tips his hand to give us any explanation as to why some of the adults do what they do. What he does offer only feels like it is scratching the surface. There are many elephants in this story. The filmmaker offers the viewer little emotional release. Even the film’s ending is optimistic, but given things we’ve heard in the story it is certainly not hopeful. There are elements of the story that feel reminiscent of the 1961 “The Twilight Zone” episode “Two,” which was written and directed by Montgomery Pittman, starring Charles Bronson and Elizabeth Montgomery. For it being his first feature film, Rockefeller shows he has the talent to have worked alongside any of the writers of that classic series.

Rockefeller and his collaborators did an excellent job of creating the indoor and outdoor environments, and the rest of the area under this dome. You believe they are on mars. Granted they are in a desert, but there were no signs of any other life, except for the plants, in this landscape. I enjoyed the camera work and the editing, especially when it came to taking the viewer from a distant point and slowly brought us into the scene. The location and set dressing looked authentic to a you think an intergalactic settlement might look. They did an amazing job of setting the stage and creating the atmosphere, which they sustain throughout, so the viewer maintains their engagement in the drama.

I loved the performances. Young actress Brooklynn Prince has moments where she is delightful and powerful as she goes through this emotional character arch. All through her struggles she maintains an element of innocence that feels so organic. Actor Ismael Cruz Córdova is a powerhouse of emotions and intensity. You feel that he has a modicum of happiness in moments but there is this lingering tension and anxiety brewing just below the surface. You feel his sincerity of trying to make something good from the situation he is in. Sofia Boutella delivers this heart wrenching performance of a mother being torn apart by these conflicting emotions, rendering many of the character’s actions surprising, shocking, but never something we feel is outside the character’s motivations.

Subtly adding to the film’s complex emotional palette and the atmosphere is a great score by Nitin Sawhney. It is not a constant score throughout, but is nicely woven into the film.

Wyatt Rockefeller’s feature film debut SETTLERS is an impressive orchestration of story, visuals and performances. It is a compelling story that nicely blends the science fiction elements with the tragedy to create a timeless character study of survival in a harsh environment. With Mars looming as the potential new frontier, regardless of all our technical advances Rockefeller’s film presents a cautionary tale of what could happen if we fail to update the human condition before we venture forth. I am totally excited to she what he does with his next film.

CAST: Sofia Boutella, Ismael Cruz Córdova, Brooklynn Prince, Nell Tiger Free, and Jonny Lee Miller CREW: Director/Screenplay - Wyatt Rockefeller; Producers - Julie Fabrizio, Joshua Horsfield & Johan Kruger; Cinematographer - Willie Nel; Score - Nitin Sawhney; Editor - Johnny Daukes; ; Production Designer - Noam Piper; Costume Designer - Dihantus Engelbrecht; Robot & Special Effects - Millennium FX; Visual Effects - Mark Myburgh. OFFICIAL: N.A. FACEBOOK: N.A. TWITTER: N.A. TRAILER: https://youtu.be/jeCcJCy0HzM RELEASE DATE: IN Theaters and On Demand Friday, July 23rd, 2021

**Until we can all head back into the theaters our “COVID Reel Value” will be similar to how you rate a film on digital platforms - 👍 (Like), 👌 (It’s just okay),  or 👎 (Dislike)

Reviewed by Joseph B Mauceri

[unfolded73]

How Do We Get Back (4/16) - schitt’s creek ff

Summary: In a literal alternate universe where the Roses escaped financial ruin, David and Patrick struggle with loneliness and a sense that something isn’t right. A chance meeting in New York and a terrible tragedy drive them to question whether the timeline they are on is the right one.

This chapter is explicit. 3.7k words.   (ao3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

Kissing David made Patrick Brewer feel like he was teetering on the edge of a cliff.

After a long day at his tax seminar, Patrick had been tempted to go back to the hotel, crawl under the covers. and turn on the TV. It was shame that had driven him to buy a ferry ticket to Manhattan — the future shame of telling his coworkers that he’d gotten so close to New York but hadn’t actually visited. Of course, he’d lacked any kind of real plan so when he had disembarked, he’d checked his phone and started walking in the general direction of Rockefeller Center. But it was a long walk and he got tired and thirsty, and so Patrick had stopped in for a beer at the first decent-looking bar he saw.

At first, David had just seemed like a flamboyant curiosity, the sort of fashionable person you’d expect to meet in New York City, with his unusual black and white shirt designed to draw attention, four silver rings on the fingers of one hand flashing as he gesticulated. Talking to him had made Patrick feel giddy, like he’d boarded a roller coaster and was hanging onto the metal bar for dear life as David took him around curve after curve. He had mentioned that the person who stood him up for a date was a man in the off-hand way of someone who’d forgotten to be self-conscious about the fact that he was gay, if he ever had been.

Patrick hadn’t examined his reasons for wanting to stay at the bar talking to David, or the reason his heart had been racing for a lot of that time. He hadn’t thought about the fact that he couldn’t take his eyes off of David’s expressive face, or when he could it was only to be distracted by David’s hands. It probably hadn’t been until David caught himself with a hand on Patrick’s thigh — a move that sent Patrick’s heart rate ratcheting up so high that he’d certainly have set off an alarm had he been hooked up to one — that Patrick started to ponder exactly what was happening between them.

He’d known the responsible thing to do would be to say no to David’s offer of a place to sleep. All other things aside, sleeping in a strange man’s apartment in New York City was an objectively risky thing to do. He could get robbed. He could get roofied. It was madness. But when David swept on his jacket, the scent of expensive cologne and leather surrounding him, Patrick had followed like a child under the thrall of the Pied Piper. He should have known then where things were leading. Perhaps he had known.

Now they sat next to each other on David’s sofa, mouths meeting over and over, and Patrick honestly couldn’t remember a time when kissing had been this thrilling. As he let his jaw drop, opening his mouth to admit David’s tongue, he felt the scrape of the other man’s stubble against his own. He reached out with his hand to cup David’s face, wanting more of that sensation on his skin. David was taller than him, and he held Patrick in his arms in a way that made him feel enveloped in the best possible way. Patrick balanced on a knife’s edge, a breath away from losing complete control of his ability to make a rational decision. He’d never wanted anyone this way, not ever.

“Listen, David,” he said as soon as they parted to breathe, unable to resist the temptation to keep planting small kisses on David’s lips as he talked. “I need to tell you, I’m…”

David pulled away, putting some space between them. “Tell me.”

Patrick blushed. “I’m not ready for... Not that I don’t want… Suddenly I want a lot of things that I’ve never wanted, or never let myself want, but I…” He huffed, frustrated with his inability to construct a coherent sentence. “I’m not ready for sex. I hope that’s okay.”

David smiled at him, a smile that was maybe sweet but also maybe patronizing. “Anything you want is okay. But I do want to clarify exactly what you mean by sex? Because some people, especially — no offense — people whose experience has been limited to vanilla, straight sex, when they say ‘sex’ about two men they mean anal.”

Just the sound of that word coming out of David’s mouth made Patrick suppress a shudder. It was terrifying, but also a little bit thrilling, and a hundred pornographic images starring David Rose collided in his head all at once.

“So I actually don’t do anal on the first date? And some queer men don’t ever do it. Being into anal isn’t a requirement for liking sex with men,” David said.

Patrick let out a slow breath. “Okay.”

“But sex can mean other things, and I need a little more guidance as to what you’re not ready for.”

Panic set in again, and Patrick clutched the arm of the sofa hard enough to leave marks in the leather. “I don’t know if I can articulate it. Out loud.”

“Okay, well I’m gonna need a little more than that. Unless you want to stop now?” David picked Patrick’s hand up and traced his fingertips along his knuckles. Patrick shivered and shook his head.

David leaned in close then, using his hand to tilt Patrick’s head back so that he could plant a row of kisses along his neck. Patrick stifled a groan.

“Your responsiveness is very sexy,” David murmured against his neck, “and if you’re willing, I’d like to touch you and see if I can make you come. Would that be okay?”

Patrick gasped, his head spinning. “Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?” David kissed his way up to his chin and then to his lips.

“Yes,” Patrick whispered into David’s open mouth. He felt dangerously close to saying yes to anything if David would just keep kissing him like that.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Patrick tensed up at that, pulling back far enough to bring David into focus. “Oh. Umm…”

He felt David’s hand sort of petting his hair. “Just so we’ll be more comfortable. I promise, nothing is going to happen without your enthusiastic consent.”

Snorting, Patrick moved to stand up, keenly aware of the way his erection was pressing against his jeans. “You sound like an instructional video for horny teens.”

“I’m just trying to put you at ease because you seemed nervous about the bedroom.”

Patrick gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” he said honestly.

David led the way to a good-sized bedroom of stark contrasts: white walls and black bedding and similarly monochrome modern art adorning the walls. The lighting was warm, though, and not too bright, and Patrick tried to slow his breathing to calm himself down.

“You can take off your own shoes and socks and… anything else you feel like taking off,” David said with an elaborate wave of his hand. “I’m just going to freshen up a little bit.”

Sitting down on the bed, Patrick began unlacing his sensible walking shoes and tried not to think about the fact that he was committing adultery. It was a heavy word, and one he’d never imagined could be ascribed to him. I shouldn’t do this, he thought, even as he was tucking his socks inside his shoes. I should get my coat and apologize to David and leave. But he had to know. If the reason his relationship with Rachel had never seemed right was because he was gay, then he had to know for sure.

A more immediate concern occurred to him as he looked down at his clothes. What exactly should he take off? His jeans was a good start, he supposed. If David was going to do… what he’d said (and just thinking around the edge of it sent a surge of desire through him), then his pants were going to get in the way. With shaking hands, Patrick unbuckled his belt and stood to pull his jeans off by the cuffs. He sat back down, nervously twisting his ring. Then with a guilty cringe, Patrick pulled his wedding ring off and reached over to tuck it into his jeans pocket.

He wasn’t sure why, but Patrick trusted David instinctively. If he was nervous about being half dressed in a strange man’s bedroom in a strange city, it was more at the abstract concept of it than at the actual situation.

David emerged then, wearing a black t-shirt and black sweatpants, and Patrick took a moment to be amused that apparently making out on the bed required a full wardrobe change if you were David Rose. Then David sat at his side, close enough that their legs were touching, and Patrick’s brain sort of shorted out.

There was more kissing — deep, messy kisses that got more frantic as they gradually moved into a horizontal position across the carefully made bed. David hovered over him, holding himself up on his elbow, and Patrick could feel the unmistakable press of the other man’s erection against his thigh. Thoughts of the wrongness of what he was doing disappeared. In that moment, nothing had ever felt less wrong in his life.

David’s hand trailed down from Patrick’s cheek to the collar of his shirt. “May I…” David asked, his fingers hovering over the buttons. His breath coming quick, Patrick nodded.

As he unbuttoned Patrick’s shirt, David made a cringey face. “I’m trying not to think too much about this being, like, a critical moment in the evolution of your sexuality and how very badly I do not want to mess it up. It’s a lot of responsibility.”

David’s fretting weirdly calmed Patrick down, and he tried to suppress a smile. “You know I’m not literally a virgin, right? I’ve had sex with women.”

“And how has that been working out for you?” David parted the two sides of Patrick’s shirt, and Patrick sat up long enough to shuck the thing and toss it aside.

“Not great.”

David’s face contorted into what might have been a suppressed smile of his own. “Okay, well your chest is working out well for me, so I suggest we focus on that.”

Patrick moved to kiss David, trying to show through a little bit of forcefulness that he was fully on board. Based on the moan that came from David when Patrick scraped his teeth across David’s lower lip, it was a good tactic. They collapsed back onto the pillows again, one of David’s legs between Patrick’s now, and fuck, he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting up, seeking friction. He didn’t think he’d ever been as turned on as this. And then David scratched his fingernails over Patrick’s chest and he had to revise his assessment. This was as turned on has he’d ever been.

“Can I touch your cock, Patrick?” David asked, hand settling heavy and warm on Patrick’s belly.

“Jesus,” Patrick gasped, then remembering that David would want to hear his consent, added. “Yeah. I’m… I might be embarrassingly quick.”

“As if that would be anything other than flattering,” David said as he was carefully lifting the waistband of Patrick’s boxers clear of his erection. Patrick reached down to help get them off, and then he was naked — in a man’s bed, in bed with a man, and it should have been shocking, it should have been a bucket of cold water over the whole proceeding, but it wasn’t. He just felt warm and right and desperate to be touched.

David lay on his side next to him, watching Patrick’s face as he reached down and ran a single finger up the base of his cock. Patrick’s eyes snapped shut and a loud, guttural moan came out of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so hot like this,” David said, his fist closing around Patrick’s shaft and beginning a slow rhythm. “Spread out and aching to be touched.” He gathered precome on his fingers, spreading it as his hand moved, and Patrick couldn’t help but thrust into David’s fist. He felt like the entire world had disappeared, that all his other senses had bled away, leaving him with only the sensation of David’s hand on his cock and David’s mouth on his shoulder.

“I’m… God, I’m gonna come,” Patrick gritted out after just a few strokes, wishing he could hold out and last longer, enjoy this feeling forever, but he needed to come so badly, needed it to be David who did that for him.

“That’s it. Just like that,” David coaxed, and those words were what sent him plummeting down, a hoarse shout on his lips as he came all over David’s hand and his own stomach. Only when his last aftershock had shuddered through him did David move away from his side. Patrick was dimly aware of a drawer opening and closing, and then he was being cleaned up, efficient swipes by a practiced hand.

Reality crashed in suddenly, and Patrick felt incredibly exposed, again struck by the fact that he’d just engaged in this intimate act with a near stranger, with a man he’d never met before and after tonight, might never see again. Some might find that freeing, but at the moment it made Patrick feel very empty. He shivered.

“Here, let’s get under the covers,” David suggested.

Once they’d arranged themselves, Patrick returned to kissing David, pressing body to body until he could feel David’s erection through his sweatpants, evidence that David really had enjoyed touching him, that it hadn’t been an act of charity. Or pity.

“Can I return the favor?” Patrick asked. He pictured it, touching another man’s — touching David’s — cock, and miraculously felt another surge of want shoot through him.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to… if you want me to.” Maybe he didn’t, Patrick thought suddenly. And that would make sense, wouldn’t it? Why would a glamorous man like David want him?

“I definitely want you to,” David whispered.

“Thank fuck,” Patrick said, which made David giggle. They fumbled together with David’s sweatpants until they were kicked somewhere near the bottom of the bed.

Patrick started to reach for him but hesitated, worrying that he wouldn’t be good. That he wouldn’t be able to give David the kind of pleasure David had just given him. “Can you lie on your back?” Patrick asked. “So it’ll be more like doing it to myself? I’ve never done this to another person before.”

David rolled his eyes and shifted onto his back. “Yeah, I assumed that, although it’s not impossible for you to have never kissed a boy but to have engaged furtive handjobs under the bleachers with the captain of the football team.”

Patrick chuckled. “Is that a fantasy of yours?”

“It could become one,” David shot back. “Here, hang on.” He reached for the same drawer that had produced the wet wipes and pulled out a bottle of lube. Patrick held out his hand, and David depressed the pump a few times into his open palm. Then he threw off the covers, exposing himself to the room. David still had his t-shirt on but that was it, and Patrick took a second to admire the sight of another man’s cock. A cock he was going to touch.

It was a little awkward at first, spreading the lube and finding the right rhythm, but then things seemed to click as David groaned and clutched at his bicep.

“Harder.” David’s voice was high and breathy, and Patrick followed instructions, squeezing tighter. Patrick felt David’s hand move to the back of his head and then he was pulling him in for a kiss, open-mouthed and dirty. David’s hips pistoned and Patrick held his arm steady and let him fuck his fist. David became less coherent, less able to actively kiss Patrick back, panting into his mouth and it was sexy, it was beautiful, and in that moment Patrick had the wild and errant thought that he belonged here, that he’d belonged here for a long time and had just gotten lost somehow, but now he was found, now he was home.

“Fuck, Patrick, yes,” David gasped, continuing to say ‘yes’ over and over until Patrick felt the pulses of his orgasm. I did this for him, Patrick thought giddily. I made him come.

When David relaxed, Patrick gently let him go, collapsing on the pillows at his side. David was already reaching for the wipes again, grabbing Patrick by the wrist and cleaning him up before he did the same to himself, pulling his dirty t-shirt off and tossing it toward the hamper.

Patrick lay back and looked at David’s chest and how hairy it was compared to his own. He regretted that he was only just seeing it now.

“That was very nice,” David said as he pulled the covers over himself. “Thank you.”

Turning on his side, Patrick met David’s gaze. “I’m the one who should be saying ‘thank you.’”

David yawned, and then reached over and picked up his phone, doing something to turn off the lights. “Oh, are you okay sleeping here? If you’d rather go to the guest room, you can do that.”

“Are you okay with me sleeping here?” Patrick asked into the dark void. Uncertain what he’d do if David said no.

“It’s fine. Unless you snore.”

“I don’t,” Patrick said with a laugh.

“Okay, then.” David turned over, and Patrick could just make out the line of his bare back as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He felt the sudden urge to press himself against David, but even Patrick with his lack of one-night-stand experience knew that probably wouldn’t be welcome. He was just feeling vulnerable because such a momentous thing had happened, cracking him open in the bed of this stranger. Well, not stranger. Near-stranger who he’d seen naked and exchanged handjobs with.

As he drifted off to sleep, Patrick remembered the weird feeling of belonging he’d had a little while ago. Get a grip, Brewer, was his last conscious thought.

~*~

Patrick awoke still in darkness, and it took several seconds to remember where he was. What he’d done struck with renewed shock: meeting David, talking to him for hours at the bar, going home with him, kissing him, going to bed with him. Was this some temporary insanity, the kind of travel-inspired loneliness that made it easy to cry on airplanes? He rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, closing the door quietly and flipping on the light.

He looked at his own naked body, trying to see if it betrayed any sign of what he’d done. If he was a gay man, shouldn’t he look different somehow?

After relieving himself, he crept back out to the bedroom and gathered up his clothes and shoes from the floor, carrying them out to the living room where the windows let in more light. He pulled his clothes on quickly, checking the time on his phone. 6:23. Hopefully the ferries were running and it wouldn’t take too long to cross back over the river to Jersey.

He wanted to leave David a note, even started to look around for some paper and a pen, but what could he say that wouldn’t sound too flippant or too emotional about what had happened? For David, surely this was one of a hundred such hookups. A few months from now, Patrick would barely be a blip on his memory. Whereas for Patrick, it had been everything: a terrible betrayal, a rapturous awakening. A cataclysm in his life. He knew that no matter what happened, he’d never forget David Rose for as long as he lived.

Which is exactly what you don’t want to write in a note, he thought. Instead, he pulled out his wallet, took out one of the business cards, and left it on the kitchen island before he bundled up in his coat and walked out of the apartment.

Down on the sidewalk, Patrick looked up and down the street and then checked the map on his phone. Neither of the nearest ferry terminals were within walking distance so he needed a taxi, but there didn’t seem to be any on David’s street. He smirked, cursing all the movies he’d ever seen that made it seem like a New York taxi would be waiting wherever you needed one. There wasn’t any reason to have a ride-sharing app on his phone in Oak Grove, so he couldn’t summon an Uber.

A noise made him turn around. A woman was pushing a cart down the sidewalk toward him, and he assumed by the blankets and clothes he could see in the cart that she was homeless. He didn’t have any coins, but he thought he might have gotten a couple of American dollars when he’d bought a pretzel at the ferry terminal yesterday, so he reached for his wallet.

“You,” she said, stopping short.

“Hang on, I might have a dollar,” he said, shuffling past the Canadian bills in his wallet. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can catch a cab, would you?”

“You found him,” she said urgently, stepping away from her cart to come close to Patrick. He tried not to recoil. “Does that mean you feel it too? That this world is wrong?”

Oh, she had mental health problems, he thought, feeling a surge of sympathy. “You don’t know the half of it,” he tried to joke.

“So how do we get back?” She grabbed his arm, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt.

“Whoa, okay,” Patrick said, pulling his arm away and holding out the dollar bill. “I just need to know where to find a taxi.”

She squinted at him, took the dollar, and then jerked her thumb over her shoulder. “There’s usually a taxi near the bodega at the corner.”

“Thanks.” He walked quickly in that direction, but when he looked back a couple of times, she was still standing there and staring at him.

Chapter 5

[gaysonlyocean]

MAIN PLOT, HAND IT OVER

CANT BELIEVE YOUR MUGGING ME

so we left off with the twins escaping but they Uh didnt have a fun time doing so like both of them are bleeding and in pain but chandra is Struggling the most cause they got fuckin kneecapped and broken ribs so yknow things arent going well

but they make to a road and theyre just going [eyezoom] and panicking and that Increases when nameless truck driver goes [wh] at two bleeding 18 year olds sat by the road and stops to see if they need help only to get columba pointing a fucking gun at him so he kjhgfdsdfghj kinda gets held at gunpoint to drive them to somewhere to stay meanwhile the twins steal some of his clothes and this sounds hilarious but like the twins have literally never interacted with someone outside of silence or doing tests and trials before, they dont know what to do and are trying their best

so eventually the driver takes them to a hostel cause they kept telling him not to take them to a hospital despite the state of them and hes even more confused when they just go into the hostel and leave him alone and kjhgfdfghj fair

the hostel receptionist ends up just letting them stay there for free cause look at them so then chandra gets set up in their room to heal as columba just searches for something to treat their injuries with 

chandra is Not happy with being left alone rn but says nothing and hey! theyre not alone for long cause some of the other people staying there try to see what the fucks going on and so when columba comes back theyre greeted with their twin just sat there going “for the love of god please help me” as like 4 people who are mostly nameless try to ask what happened jhgfdsdfghjk

i have More plot but this as far as the plot goes as from the beginining cause then its mostly empty spaces inbetween this and the next part i have but fun fact! while columba was trying to find medical supplies they ran into someone :)

asmr val has a fucking Stroke and goes [isy voice] cause this random injuried teen aggressively searching for bandages has the same red eyes kris and rochelle have And is also trying to spend a few nights at this hostel :)

[jealousyhq]

sejam todos bem-vindos a seacrest university! esperamos que tenham um ótimo ano letivo conosco. não esqueçam de ler o regulamento da universidade e de pegar seu quadro de aulas em até 24 horas.

acabei de ver BALTHAZAR ROCKEFELLER entrar na sala do sr. manning, certamente deve estar com dúvidas sobre o trabalho do semestre. bea, obrigada por mostrar o caminho, cuidamos daqui pra frente.

acabei de ver XAVIER KNOX entrar na sala do sr. manning, certamente deve estar com dúvidas sobre o trabalho do semestre. bea, obrigada por mostrar o caminho, cuidamos daqui pra frente.

a partir de agora, os seguintes faceclaims e vagas se encontram ocupados:

shawn mendes e aron piper

john logan (off campus) e ryan atwood (the o.c)

[93dfdkjedfs]

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[max-beckmann]

Portrait of Reinhard Piper (Bildnis Reinhard Piper), Max Beckmann, 1921, MoMA: Drawings and Prints

Abby Aldrich Rockefeller Fund Size: composition (irreg.): 23 1/4 x 16 1/8" (59.1 x 41 cm); sheet: 25 9/16 x 18 11/16" (65 x 47.4 cm) Medium: Lithograph

http://www.moma.org/collection/works/66541

[onmyownforalways]

Lawyers

Leo: GUYS HELP ME!!!

Me: No. Never. Nada. Not a chance. Don’t ever ask me again.

Aria: Ignore her. What happened?

Percy: Don’t tell me you set the billboard near the Rockefeller center on fire again.

Piper: Oh yeah, I remember that. We almost got sued! You're lucky we fixed the situation.

Me: Bribery?

Jason: Uhhhhhhhhh, Pipes, wanna take it from here?

Piper: Um, we could have possibly used bribery?

Me: Piper, we talked about this. No more bribery.

Piper: Okay, okay!! *puts hands up in an ‘I surrender’ motion*

Frank: Anyways, what did you do this time?

Leo: Well, funny story, I got sued. Again. And the court case is this afternoon.

Hazel: WHAT?!?! IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET YOU OUT OF THE LAST CASE, AND HERE YOU ARE, DOING IT AGAIN???

Leo: WELL IT’S NOT MY FAULT I LIGHT UP ON FIRE!!!

Aria: You are right, BUT CONTROL YOURSELF!!!

Piper: What are we gonna do now!! We can’t hire someone on such short notice.

Percy: Unlessssss, Allieeeeeeeee, can you be Leo’s lawyer? Pleaseeeeeeeeee???

Jason: YOU’RE A LAWYER????

Me: No, but I can get Leo out of trouble and reverse the sue.

Percy: She is like, amazing at these kinds of things. One time, she reversed the sue, which was towards her, in which she would’ve paid $200, but then, she sued the billionaire who sued her, reversed the case, and got like a billion dollars from the sue.

Piper: Woah.

Leo: SO YOU’LL HELP ME??

Me: Well, I could, but I don’t wanna.

Will: *pops in the room from nowhere* WE’LL GIVE YOU ANOTHER FREE PASS FOR DOCTORS APPOINTMENTS!!

Me: Deal!

*in the evening after the court case*

Everyone: *in shock*

Me: Okay, I helped you. Now leave me alone.

Leo: Y-you just s-sued the other person, and w-won the case. And t-they weren’t even b-being sued in t-the first p-place.

Me: Yeah, so? You won the court case. Now leave. Me. Alone!!!!

Percy: Told you she was good!

Piper: I’m firing my old lawyer and hiring you. No excuses.

Aria: Wise choice.

Annabeth: *still in shock from previous events* How- But- It- Not- Possible- Gods- Crazy- Why?

Me: *smirks* I’m just that awesome.

Annabeth: But how? *still confused*

[moma]

#52Exhibitions: Information (1970)

The milestone exhibition Information, which opened in 1970, helped to introduce Conceptual art to American audiences. It featured works by an international range of artists—some of them, like Adrian Piper, making their museum debuts—and all asking, according to curator Kynaston McShine, how to create an art that could reach broader audiences than those typically interested in contemporary art. Information featured Hans Haacke’s famous “MoMA-Poll,” a foundational example of institutional critique. Visitors were asked to drop a ballot into either one of two clear boxes labeled “yes” and “no” based on one question: “Would the fact that Governor Rockefeller has not denounced President Nixon’s Indochina policy be a reason for you to not vote for him in November?” While explicitly antiwar, Haacke’s question was also multi-pronged in its critique: Rockefeller was, at the time, a member of MoMA’s board of trustees, making the Museum itself complicit with the Governor’s silence on Nixon’s policies.

Read the out-of-print catalogue, see views of the installation, and more at mo.ma/2tu0lze. 

[kartiavelino]

Sarah Palin’s Daughter Willow Is Pregnant With Twins

Instagram The Palin household is getting not one, however two new members.  Sarah Palin‘s daughter Willow Palin is pregnant with twins, the 24-year-old mom-to-be introduced on Instagram Monday night time. “@rickyb901 and I are so excited to welcome TWO little infants into this world!” Willow wrote on-line. “Child Bailey’s [sic] arriving December 2019 #TWINS.” Willow paired the caption with a photo of an ultrasound and two pint-sized shirts. Youthful sister Piper Palin additionally celebrated the information on-line, writing on her Instagram Story, “So excited for my sister and brother-in-law! TWO infants!!” The being pregnant marks the newest milestone in Willow’s life as she acquired engaged to now-husband Ricky Bailey back in December 2017.  “Good issues occur!!!” her proud mother and former Governor of Alaska wrote on social media on the time. “My happiest child lady Willow and Ricky, final night time at Rockefeller Middle!!! So, so blissful.” Almost a 12 months later, the couple tied the knot in September 2018. “Essentially the most excellent day,” the bride stated on Instagram. Now, they’ve little ones on the way in which.  Congratulations to the long run mother and pop! https://www.eonline.com/information/1044773/sarah-palin-s-daughter-willow-is-pregnant-with-twins?cmpid=rss-000000-rssfeed-365-topstories&utm_source=eonline&utm_medium=rssfeeds&utm_campaign=rss_topstories The post Sarah Palin’s Daughter Willow Is Pregnant With Twins appeared first on Kartia Velino. https://kartiavelino.com/sarah-palins-daughter-willow-is-pregnant-with-twins/

[neptunecreek]

What Donors Want – Fundraising Advice Straight from the Donor’s Mouth

What Donors Want – Fundraising Advice Straight from the Donor’s Mouth – Guest Post by Rachel Stephenson Sheff

Major gift fundraising is an intuitive blend of art and science, with relationship-building at its core. In today’s global philanthropy landscape, the distance between donors and fundraisers is shrinking, with strategic partnerships on the rise and competition at its fiercest. What are the implications of this on the non-profit sector and how can fundraisers adapt to this shifting context?

In partnership with strategy consultancy, I.G. Advisors, I produce a podcast called What Donors Want where we ask donors questions just like these. The premise is simple: to have frank, engaging (and slightly irreverent) conversations about major gifts fundraising with donors themselves – giving fundraisers advice straight from the donor’s mouth. 10 interviews later, we’ve wrapped up Season 1, which features a broad range of guests – from The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, to Comic Relief, DLA Piper, NoVo Foundation, Rockefeller and several brilliant philanthropists. While, of course, each episode and ‘type’ of funder has a unique take on fundraising best practice, what shines through the season are strong threads of commonality defining what an excellent relationship means in practice.

For example, donors consistently expressed a desire to build ‘true, holistic’ partnerships, where challenging and bringing stimulus to new ideas is built into the dynamic from the beginning. As Jennifer Alcorn (Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation) so brilliantly noted, “fundraisers often look at us and think dollar signs – when what we want people to think is partner. Somebody who’s going to provide thinking and strategy.” This sentiment was echoed by all podcast guests – from programme officers through individuals – who said this is the only “healthy way to have a [funding] relationship” (Alfonsina Peñaloza, Hewlett Foundation) and they “get a buzz [from] the involvement” (Lynne Smitham, Kiawah Trust).

We’ve also spoken in detail with our guests about accountability on both sides of the table and if there’s one thing to take away from Season 1, it’s that you should never shy away from (diplomatically) speaking up if you think a donor should approach something differently. Many actually want their partners “to push back and say ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea’” (Zia Khan, Rockefeller Foundation) – and “want to be problem-solving alongside the grantee because [they’re] learning just as much” (Jennifer Alcorn, Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation).

Throughout the season, we deep dive into concepts like these to highlight tangible, donor-centric recommendations for fundraisers. With more insights than could ever fit into one blog post, you can listen to What Donors Want – and our recap of Season 1 – on iTunes, Spotify and SoundCloud. And stay tuned for Season 2, coming to your headphones shortly.

Rachel Stephenson Sheff is a London-based Philanthropy & Fundraising Advisor, and the producer of What Donors Want. Get in touch if you want to learn more. 

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