#shot on 5th ave

[trump666traitor]

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Steve Rogers Drabbles & One Shots

updated November 24 2024 - deleted a bunch of fic from the list. However, any missing fics can still be read on my ao3!

Main Masterlist

Requesting Rules

Always Be My Baby || Summary: Knowing Steve's history and his old way of thinking about premarital pregnancies, you're unsure that he'd be elated at the news of your own pregnancy.

Always Be Yours || Summary: While Steve's away on military leave, he still finds a way to show that he adores his woman [ao3]

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater || Summary: After you'd gotten drunk with Tony one night when Steve was away on a mission, you never expected to be heartbroken I the morning.

Divorce in the Morning || Summary: He never wanted to leave you, but you gave him little choice in the matter when you destroyed your family

Divorce Papers || Summary: being the wife of a playboy millionaire boy toy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Do You Love Me? || Summary: You finally confess to your best friend that you’re in love with him, after weeks of sleeping together.

Dressing a Pirate || Summary: Pirate Steve knows you can always help patch him up when he's hurt.

Drinkin' Problem || Summary: Steve gets as drunk as he’s able after the loss of you.

Empire Ashes || Summary: the pair of you watch as his empire burns

French Fries and Bruises || Summary: Dating the town's palyboy wasn't easy. But it was a dream come true for you. After all, who wouldn't want to date the most popular guy in town? He was handsome, and funny, and could be quite the tiger i nbed... however, he wasn't exactly an honest man... .you'd only hoped that he would be differnet with you.

Just Once || Summary: You locate the culprit who is smoking in your bookshop.

Late Night Escapades || Summary: After your boyfriend goes away on a business trip, you knew you'd never spent the night by yourself.

Lie to Me || Summary: Life isn’t always so dreadful and distasteful.

New Hope || Summary: You confess to Steve you're pregnant.

One Life to Live || Summary:  Steve comes home from a bar fight.

One Night Stand || Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him.

Poison Pen Letters || Summary: an incident involving tripping the Brooklyn King’s henchman causes your family secrets to be aired out in the open. When the Mafia king gets your attention, will you take his offer of romance?

Political Cheats || Summary: Steve catches you cheating on him in the shower with your daughter’s teacher

Pretty Lies || Summary: you’re terrified of Steve finding out that your carrying his child.

Returning Kisses || Summary: After one too many nights of hearing Steve bringing home company, you decide you can't take it anymore.

Sleepover Troubles || Summary: Steve’s still having nightmares over the death of his daughter

Take a Chance of Me Skinny! Steve Rogers || Summary: Steve visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th Ave. in NYC and meets you there.

Tension Logs || Summary: overhearing an argument from Steve & Tony, you grow worried and with awe at the pure strength Steve possesses.

Under the Stars || Summary: You and Steve spend time together star gazing.

What About Now? || Summary: The nicest people have the darkest pasts…

[lovingmayday]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

warnings : fluff, cursing, innacurate-ish depictions of hobie's speech

notes : hobie is about 16-17 here (and so is the pov). halfway writing this, im overwhelmed by how much of an extrovert hobie actually is 😭 btw, i know nothing of classical music concerts so beware! all of this just because i wanted to write hobie sneaking in your window but i didnt even get to fit it in 😭😭

Two words that you've used as an excuse and an apology when you couldn't join your friends at house parties, when a classmate asks you out, or when your phone notifications go crazy because you still weren't home at 5 PM — it was a tiring cycle.

You know they were simply looking out for you but you can't help but feel overwhelmed and exhausted for always being monitored and left out. You couldn't possibly ask your peers to adjust to your parents' standards, you thought it shameless because they already had a hard time with your folks reaching out and interrogating them about your school and social life.

With so much of your life being tracked by them, you deserve at least one thing in your control, right?

Hobie Brown, the school troublemaker. Skips class, vandalizes school property, and actively participates in movements against authority. Frankly, he just does whatever he wants. And he had your respect (+ jealousy). It must've been nice to be so free.

You and Hobie were never given the chance to befriend each other before — you had some classes together but he rarely ever showed up to any of them. You had no reason to approach him and vice versa.

Until, Wednesday — your cello performance. God, you don't know why you insisted to your parents you could handle commuting to the concert venue on your own with the heavy as fuck cello slung around your torso. You had your book bag with you as well because you had just finished school. The bus stop was a few more blocks away but you were tired.

You weren't paying much attention to your surroundings, busy focusing on your aching shoulder. So once you saw the pedestrian lane green signal, you didn't think twice before walking, failing to notice the bicycle riding full speed to your direction. Your eyes widen when a strong force pulled you back, making you stumble a bit and see the bike dart just in front of you.

"Aye, watch it!" you hear the cyclist exclaim.

You back was leaning against the tall figure, looking up to see a familiar face. You regain your balance and face him — Hobie Brown, the boy that just saved your life. "I-It was green– green meant it was safe to walk... I should've looked first, 'm sorry," you say quietly.

"Nah yeah, it's straight. He was the arse," he replies, hands in his pockets. "Dunno where he got the audacity to tell you off when he was in the wrong. Don't worry abou' it." He gives you a reassuring smile, noticing your still dazed expression.

"Thank you, Hobie," you say, a small polite smile on your lips.

He smiles back and nods, "'Twas nothin'." His eyes hover on the unignorable instrument case you were carrying. "Ya headed somewhere?"

"Uhh, yeah," you say, watching the pedestrian stop light turn red again and pouting a bit. You probably won't be late to the performance but you'd miss most of final rehearsal. "Nueva Hall. I have a cello performance in a bit."

"Nueva Hall.. That fuckin' massive, fancy lookin' museum along 5th Ave?" he asks, his eyebrows rising a bit from amazement. "Didn't know you were a big shot musician. Let me get for ya, then." He swings the case from your torso and starts walking across the street before you could protest.

"Hey!" you exclaim, running after him, dodging the other pedestrians walking past you.

"It's a bit distant from here, innit? Let me take you there, I got time. Wouldn't want you to croak before the big show," he jests, turning around and walking backwards. "If it's fine with you, [Name], of course."

You weren't too keen on traveling alone; you only did so so that your parents would think you were independent enough. You consider it for a few moments. "Are you sure I wouldn't be bothering you with this?"

"'Course not. 'Was the one who suggested, wasn't I?" He smirks before turning back around to walk properly and you catch up to his side. "What're you playin'?"

"Tchaikovsky, Rococo Variation. It's a cello and orchestra performance and I got to play cello," you say excitedly. "You're in a band, right? It's like a lead singer but cello!"

He smiles softly at your energy, feeling his cheeks warm up a bit. "How'd you know I was in a band?" he asks almost teasingly.

"I walked by one of your public concerts with my family. I would've stayed if my parents let me," you answer with a small laugh. "You were amazing, by the way."

"Thanks, mate. You're probably not too bad yourself," he says, chuckling as you playfully hit his shoulder.

It was safe to say you hit it off well, which was surprising since you didn't think you would. You thought your personalities would clash, you being at the quieter side while Hobie, you could hear his ruckus from another dimension (and there was a tiny part of you that was intimidated at him, at first).

You arrived at the venue earlier than expected — still late to rehearsals but not by much. "Hey, thanks again. I really appreciate it," you say to him just outside the concert hall doors.

He handed you your cello and waved off your thank you. "It was a pleasure," he teases and you roll your eyes. "Break a leg, [Name]." You thank him once again before he turns around to leave.

Seeing him walk away gave you an unfamiliar ache in your chest. After a much needed self-courage-boost, you let out a soft but loud enough "Wait." for him to hear. He turns around with a small smile and raises an eyebrow, silently asking you to go on. You wet your lips before taking a deep breathe. "Do you want to stay for the show?"

His smile widens, a handsome grin reaching ear to ear. "Finally. 've been waitin' the entire trip for that offer." He laughs and jogs back to you.

He sits at the back row. When he entered the room, he got a few stares and hushed whispers from the other audiences but he couldn't care less, his attention was unwaveringly stuck on you. It was just rehearsals but it overwhelmed Hobie to think about how you'd do in the real thing. He was entranced by you the entire time. The movement of your bow and the emotions you protrayed. It was magnetic.

Once practice was over, the musicians left the stage for a bit as audiences started to pour in. With guests on the older side with more formal attires, it was so obvious that he was out of place.

Meanwhile, you were panicking a bit because after you got changed out of your school uniform, you neared the stage's curtains to check up on Hobie. Your mouth gapes when you see him sat at the back row, almost directly behind your parents. Your parents! You forgot about your parents!! How did you forget about your parents??! They'd go crazy once they knew that you had invited this boy to your performance — you never invite your friends, let alone anybody, to watch your performances.

The second it was time for the musicians to come on stage, Hobie's head rises from his phone and looks for your figure immediately, smiling once he notices your wardrobe change. It was a simple long-sleeve black dress but it was pretty on you. Hobie thought so.

Your take deep breathes to calm your nerves before situating the cello between your thighs. You wait for the violins, the flutes, and the organ to start playing the intro before propping up the cello's bow. With your head held high, you play the first few notes — the position of your hands finding its own way around the fingerboard like muscle memory.

The music closes to an end, claps and praises erupt the venue. You smile and stand to find Hobie. He was already making his way to you. You leave the cello leaning safely on your chair as you scurry to the stairs of the sides of the stage.

"Hobie!" you greet as you reached him. "How did I do? Was I rushing? What'd you think of it?" you ask, rambling almost. If Spiderpunk gets his adrenaline from his fights, you get it from instances that make your heart feel like its about to burst into a million burnt pieces of flesh in your chest.

He smiles back at you, amused. He's never seen this side of you before. He's never seen anything of you other than your surface-level calmness and pliance. "'ts not usually my thing but I know to appreciate talent. Credit when credit is due and all tha' and, luv, you absolutely smashed it!" he exclaims as quietly as exclaiming can allow, placing both hands on you shoulders and shaking them.

"Thanks," you giggle out, placing your hands on his arm. From the corner of your peripheral vision, you notice your parents on their way to you, confused looks on their faces. Your smile falters as you gently loosen Hobie's hold on you, the adrenaline slowly dying down.

"[Name], amazing as always," your mother says, holding your hand in hers' and caressing your cheek with the other. "Who's your friend?" she quickly asks. Her judgmental eyes scan his appearance from head to toe, attempting to hide her expression with a faux smile.

Hobie was about to introduce himself when you cut him off. "–He's a classmate, Hobie Brown." You look into his eyes apologizing and almost pleading to him to go along with whatever you were about to say. "He came here by pure coincidence, could you believe that?!"

"Yeah, a friend gave me an invitation," he follows up seamlessly, a polite smile on his lips. "'Didn't know your daugh'er was performin'."

"Well, it's a nice surprise, isn't it?" you mother says, pulling you to her side.

Your father had yet to contribute to the conversation so you checked up on hi.. He was glaring at Hobie so harshly you could see burn marks starting to appear on his forehead. "Did you enjoy the show?" he finally asks, tone almost threatening.

Your cheeks start to flush in embarrassment. It wasn't uncommon for your parents to ask about the boys you talk to but it never felt any less humiliating every time it happens. You see each and every one of them get uncomfortable and you couldn't do anything to stop them because they'd think you were hiding something.

"Yeah, I enjoyed [Name]'s performance a lot. You must be very proud of her, Mr. [Last Name]," Hobie answers. You've talked to him long enough to notice the slight teasing in his voice. He smirks at you which makes your father's hands turn into fists.

"Honey," you mother calls, "We'll be late for our dinner reservation. It was really nice to meet you, Hobie, but we have to go." Her smile was still plastered across her face, you wonder why her cheeks hasn't hurt yet. She tells you to collect your stuff and you do so quickly. You bid Hobie an apologetic goodbye before you leave.

On the car to the restaurant, you were given the 'no boyfriends' talk again. You tried to respond with 'mhmm's and 'uh-huh's here and there but you weren't listening to a thing — having heard them repeat the same points many times before. You wondered how to approach Hobie the next day, thinking of stuff to say, how to bring it up, and how to act once he says he doesn't want to get involved with you anymore. It was a shame since you really enjoyed his company.

You wished that Hobie went to school the next day and he did, surprisingly. After classes, you catch up to him leaving the building to speak to him.

You were supposed to explain to him the situation but it seemed he was already up to pace and accepting. "The things is," you pause for a bit, "I really liked hanging out with you.." you confess.

"Hey, wait up!" you yell, running to reach him before he got too far. He paused in his tracks, hands in his vest pockets as he watches you catch your breath. "About yesterday..–"

"Nah, I get it," he interrupts you. "Strict parents and shit. It's cool if your folks don't want you hanging out with me anymore. It sucks but I get it." He was disappointed but chill about the entire thing which made your heart sink. You really didn't want to stop seeing him again. You wondered if he felt the same.

A small gentle smile stretches his lips. "I really liked hanging out with you, too. A lot. Best time I've had in a while, honestly."

You contemplate on what to say next — whether to let them out or not. You mouth gapes open, waiting on your next words. You were about to give him an apology but seeing his eyes, hearing that he liked your company maybe as much as you did, it made the decision so much more difficult. ..Fuck it. "I'd like to continue spending time with you.. even if it meant disobeying my parents. If it's alright with you, of course." You feel your ears heat up as you look down, scared of what the other's reaction might be.

It was rather obvious that Hobie didn't expect it, his eyes widening by a fraction. A big smirk appears on his face as he leans down to catch your eyes. "'Must've left quite the impression on you, huh?" he teases. He watches your eyes roll as you playfully shove his shoulder. "Well, I do love a good rebellion."

"It's not a rebellion."

"It's painfully close then, isn't it?"

[blackberryvision]

Bergdorf Goodman Holiday 2024 window unveiling (shot in pouring rain!!!) 5th Ave

[salvadorbonaparte]

If you wind up anywhere near Penn station during your trip to Manhattan, and you’re ok with Korean food, try Abiko Curry on 32 st between 5th and 6th ave. It’s a straight shot two blocks east of the 6th ave exit. The meals are very filling, and they take their spice levels seriously. Even the level 0 curry is delightful. I recommend any of the curry rice or curry udon dishes with an order of croquettes. The staff prefer cash.

That sounds delightful! I actually should eat Korean food that day because I'm planning on seeing a Korean musician that evening!

[annieqattheperipheral]

Awww yayyy! Congrats avs baby! And what a sweet shot

1st goal & 1st point! In 5th nhl game

[hooked-from-behind]

I’m so proud of the Avs, and I wanted to celebrate some of the stats milestones because I am a nerd at heart.

Nathan MacKinnon 

Most points in his career (5th in NHL)

Most goals in his career (9th in NHL)

Most assists in his career (69 - niiiice)

Best points per game in his career (3rd in NHL)

Best +/- in his career

Best points per 60 at even strength in the NHL

Mikko Rantanen

Most points in his career (8th in NHL)

Most goals in his career (3rd in NHL)

Best points per game in his career (8th in NHL)

Best shooting percentage in his career

Alexander Georgiev

40 wins, which ties him for 1st in NHL

Best GAA of his career

Best save percentage of his career (8th in NHL)

Bowen Byram - His best year in NHL so far 

JT Compher - Most assists and points in his career so far

Sam Girard - Most goals, assists, and points in his career so far

Artturi Lehkonen - Most goals, assists, and points in his career so far

Denis Malgin - Tied with most goals in his career, best +/- of his career so far

Alex Newhook - Most goals and best shot percentage of his career so far

Logan O’Connor - His best year in NHL so far

[beardedmrbean]

NEW YORK - A man opened fire inside a New York City jewelry store on Sunday afternoon during a robbery attempt.

The man went into A&M jewelry store just before 2 p.m. on 5th Ave. in the Sunset Park section of Brooklyn.

The man was already holding the handgun with a large magazine attached to it when he went into the store.

He then demanded items from the store.  The robber then opened fire, grazing a 24-year-old store employee with one of the shots.  The man then ran out of the store without taking anything.

EMS took the victim to NYU Langone Hospital-Brooklyn, in stable condition.

The NYPD released a video of the incident in hopes that someone would help recognize the armed robber. 

[ascenteast]

Convenient Access

The Ascent East Nashville offers modern one-, two-, and three-bedroom homes with a prime location near the popular 5 Points district. These apartments provide easy access to freeways, making commuting a breeze. Residents can enjoy being less than five minutes away from the vibrant 5 Points area, known for its eclectic shops and restaurants, and under ten minutes from the heart of downtown Nashville. The community features a 24/7 smart card laundry center for convenient laundry access, and residents can grab a quick coffee in the leasing office. With 24-hour emergency maintenance, help is always available when needed. The Ascent East Nashville combines convenience, comfort, and a great location, making it an ideal choice for anyone looking for apartments near 5 Points district.

The Economy of Nashville, TN

Nashville, TN, has a diverse economy that contributes to its vibrant community. The city is known for its strong industries like healthcare, music, and tourism. Healthcare companies, including hospitals and research facilities, provide many jobs and services to residents. Nashville's music industry, famously called Music City, supports musicians, studios, and live music venues that attract tourists from all over. The city's tourism sector thrives on its historical sites, museums, and vibrant nightlife. Additionally, the education and technology sectors are growing, offering opportunities for job seekers. Nashville's economy benefits from a mix of traditional and modern industries, making it a dynamic place to live and work with plenty of opportunities for growth and success.

Ryman Auditorium in Nashville, TN

The Ryman Auditorium in Nashville is a historic venue known as the "Mother Church of Country Music." Originally built as a church in 1892, it became famous for hosting the Grand Ole Opry radio show from 1943 to 1974. The Ryman is recognized for its exceptional acoustics and has welcomed legendary musicians like Elvis Presley and Patsy Cline. Today, people can take tours to learn about its rich history and attend concerts featuring various music genres. Located downtown, the Ryman Auditorium continues to be a cultural landmark where people can experience live performances and appreciate Nashville's musical heritage in an intimate and iconic setting.

Man Arrested for Firing Shots Outside Nashville, TN Home

We can keep guns from getting into the hands of irresponsible owners by having strict laws and regulations about who can buy and own guns. Background checks help make sure people who have a record of violence or mental health issues don't get guns. Gun safety classes teach people how to use and store guns responsibly. Secure storage laws require guns to be locked away, preventing access by children or unauthorized users. Encouraging reporting of lost or stolen guns helps track where they are. By promoting responsible gun ownership through education and laws, we can help prevent accidents, crimes, and tragedies involving firearms.

Link to maps

Ryman Auditorium 116 5th Ave N, Nashville, TN 37219, United States Get on US-31E N/Ellington Pkwy from US-31 N/US-41 N/US-431 N/James Robertson Pkwy 8 min (1.7 mi) Follow US-31E N/Ellington Pkwy. Take the exit toward Broadmoor from US-31E N/Ellington Pkwy 5 min (4.1 mi) Drive to Lemont Dr 42 sec (0.2 mi) The Ascent East Nashville 488 Lemont Dr, Nashville, TN 37216, United States

[yeahiwasintheshit]

if joe biden shot someone in the middle of 5th ave i would still vote for him

People are talking about not voting for Biden.

Again.

I'm just so tired of this argument.

I just can't do Trump again.

I can't.

His incompetence killed so many people. A panel estimated 40% of COVID deaths could have been averted.

One of those deaths was my mother.

She was killed because people didn't trust the vaccines and they didn't think masks were worth the inconvenience. That man could have gone on TV and said "This is the Trump vaccine and it is great." He could have sold fucking MAGA masks on his website. He had 100% influence over his dipshit followers and could have used that for the greater good. But he was too vain to wear a mask in public and bungled the vaccine rollout.

And now I worry some of my trans loved ones may not make it through another far right administration. They have this giant target on their back right now and conservatives seem determined to eradicate as many trans lives as possible.

I wrote a whole ass post about how I didn't care for Biden. I still don't. But when I try to imagine what a right wing administration would be doing right now... that seems like it would be a nightmare orders of magnitude worse than the current nightmare.

As someone with an untreatable chronic illness, I know the feeling of being presented with choices where all of them suck. And I have had to survive by choosing the least sucky option over and over.

It feels bad every single time.

I hate it.

And I still fucking choose.

It should be different. There should be better choices. I shouldn't have to choose the least bad thing among all bad things.

But there are people and things in this world I feel are worth sticking around for, so I continue to choose the least sucky thing.

[sheltiechicago]

Payphones, 6th Ave, NYC, 2019

Mavis CW, also known as onechapter, is an internationally published British photographer born in Taipei, Taiwan. This particular body of work, shot in New York, examines the struggle to survive and thrive – as embodied in this image taken during the morning rush hour when people were heading into work. The woman’s long dreamy-looking hair in the graffiti, together with the leaking water on the road, frames the moving scene.

Somewhere Between Living and Dreaming is published via Setanta books. All photographs: Mavis CW

Judge for yourself, NYC, 2019

Times Square, NYC, 2019

5th Ave, NYC, 2020

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Boy Gunman Sorry He Took a Partner," New York Daily News. August 3, 1943. Page 5. --- By RICHARD MASON ---- The Jersey Boy Gunman, Bobby Naschak, 16, played the Disgusted Big Shot yesterday. If he had stayed a lone wolf-if he hadn't taken on a "dumb" 20-year-old partner, he said, cops wouldn't have tagged him for five Brooklyn stickups and 15 in Jersey.

Bobby tried to light up a cigaret in Adolescent Court, Brooklyn, but the show flopped. A bluecoat firmly grabbed the butt. Magistrate John D. Mason set bail at $11,000, heading Bobby to jail to await grand jury action on assault, robbery and Sullivan law charges. Bobby told the court:

"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm guilty."

Victim Testifies. Dry goods merchant William Schrader charged Bobby and Ralph Yamicello, 20, 20, stuck him up last Saturday in his store at 90 5th Ave., Brooklyn, for $4. The pair bought gas with it, police said.

Bobby confided he walked out of the Jersey State Reformatory at Jamesburg last July 5 by a smart trick indeed - he told the head keeper five other boys were scheming a break. The grateful keeper gave Bobby a weekend "at home" in Irvington, N. J., police related, and the trusty went to Newark to pull his initial holdup for $300.

A red-and-white striped polo shirt of high visibility landed Bobby in the clutches of the law. A radio patrolman saw the stripes from afar early Sunday as Bobby strolled in Dean St. near Third Ave., Brooklyn, with Yamicello.

Yamicello, of 703 Sackett St., Brooklyn, and married, was held in $7,500 bail in Felony Court, charged with robbery, burglary and Sullivan law violation. He will have a hearing tomorrow.

Picture caption:

Bobby Naschak Hard-boiled boy gunman, 16, held for Grand Jury.

[greensparty]

MADE IN MASSACHUSETTS Coming to The Brattle on Sunday

The Brattle Theatre in Harvard Square (Cambridge, MA) is one of my favorite movie theaters on the planet! In the 5th row there is actually a Cruising In The Van Productions seat that my producer and I bought during their pledge drive in 2006. Now they are doing one of the coolest things, a big free event on Sunday January 13, 2024, Made in Massachusetts: 100 Years of Filmmaking the Bay State.

Here's the press release:

A one-time-only public screening of an epic 3+ hour chronological compilation of scenes from over 200 films and television shows shot in Massachusetts between 1922 and 2022. Highlighting recognizable locales from Martha’s Vineyard to Harvard Square to Great Barrington, along with bygone landmarks and Boston streets, and featuring James Cagney, Tony Curtis, Elizabeth Taylor, Luciano Pavarotti, Harrison Ford, and all the Afflecks and Wahlbergs you can handle. Compiled and edited by Adam Roffman and Vatche Arabian, who will be in attendance. 

Both Adam and Vatche are friends of mine and I'm sure they did an awesome job of curating. I hope some of the big films I've worked on like Monument Ave made the cut!

This is a free event with donations encouraged. For info: https://brattlefilm.org/special_events/made-in-massachusetts/

[blackberryvision]

Bergdorf Goodman Holiday 2024 window unveiling (shot in pouring rain!!!) 5th Ave

[allthingsroleplay]

cast of empire estates: Realtor's wanted

Adeyemi Realty Group is a professional real estate brokerage serving buyers, sellers, and renters of luxury property in the New York metropolitan area, with offices in Manhattan, Garden City, White Plains, and Jersey City, NJ. Its Manhattan office, located on 5th Ave near Central Park, topped the market with $6.7B in sales in 2022. The brokerage's success, and a well-placed ad, caught the attention of a Netflix producer, and after some back and forth with a very reluctant Owner/President Oluwakayode Adeyemi Sr, Empire Estates is set to begin filming in November!

Well, what rules are there? Surprise! The same rules given to the lovely cast in LA, which you can read here or just read my bullet points for the gist!

Agents must have a real estate license (currently held by Adeyemi Realty Group to start), are responsible for their own listings, and be willing to drop everything to make that sale.

Cast must meet with producers before the season, sign away their rights to sue, cannot control how they or situations are portrayed by editing (lol), and should act like themselves.

Cast is fully in control of everything from the drama to their looks. Production doesn't do any of that, but scenes may have to be shot multiple times. Please keep non-cast out of on-air drama.

No rules against office romances or working with your partner (...or boss but he's happily married and has other things going on).

Cast can be on other shows and use following as a form of income.

All employees are to be treated equally when they are at work, but there can be preferential treatment between the brokers.

Take personal time off-camera as you wish. Real estate is your own business.

In terms of dynamics, I would love to see friendships, rivalries, someone who everyone really hates but thrives off of their detestment. Personalities don't have to match that of the Selling Sunset cast at all! For those who have watched it, though, I would (cringingly) say Kay is like the Mary in the sense of preferential treatment, as the son of the owner/president, gets put on a lot of the higher-list-price deals while spending a lot of time on vacation/out of office, and occasionally struggles to manage the pressure even though he hides it. Cast should be at least 25 years old: open faces!

[georgevp]

Ant Gallery – Sept-October 2023

The shot is from my archives and is an old DIY toned print from the late 90s that was printed on Forté Warmtone paper. The shoot happened October 2nd 1998 in Seattle’s Lake View Cemetery in Seattle’s Capitol Hill community. The shoot was also the 2nd shoot, having only done a few shots of her when I met her at Machineworks Goth/Fetish bar one night on 5th Ave N just across the street from the…