#the randolph hotel

[wellourgerdes]

The Randolph Hotel by Graduate

The Randolph Hotel Oxford The Randolph Hotel by Graduate Hotels (formerly known as the Macdonald Randolph Hotel) is a historic luxury hotel located in the heart of Oxford, close to the University of Oxford and the Ashmolean Museum in the city centre is a 3-minute walk from the New Theatre and a 10-minute walk from National Rail trains. Recently acquired and refurbished by Graduate Hotels, this…

[hydralune]

I now understand the appeal of a sewing machine. I'd like to thank past me for having the foresight to hoard materials that I could specifically use for my plushies years later. I need to make more little guys...

[generic-lab-assistant]

Been slacking a little on the founding cats but I am getting there 🙏🙏🙏

[pinkpcny]

" let's get one thing clear, me helping you in a moment of need in no way means i possess any genuine care for you. understand ? " / @dogsrotten

[ask-cthulhu-mythos-au]

Hazbin Mythos? Idea concepts

@aiden-nevada I need ur opinion, especially for the second part that has no drawings, I didn't wanna make any design concepts if I wasn't 100% on them.

I had started smth like this as a little gag back when the show first came out, about Cthugha and Cyäegha being rivals, and I didn't have much of a backstory I just thought it was funny. I never actually ended up finishing it, but I can put whatever I had done later.

Honestly the ideas dumb but here's the "lore" kinda thing:

<based off "You Didn't Know">

(Nyar and Darkness) Fighting about the Eldritch Gods who get sent to the rehabilitation center, they're made to be chaotic or there are false calls. Nyar and Carter want to remove the rehabilitation centers "The Chamber" Cyäegha went to. False call by Cthugha.

I think I want it to be that Cthugha was jealous of Cyäegha's power or smth. I don't have the full idea, but that's it's roughly.

I don't really know if it's all that good tho.

[whatsyourghoststory]

Haunted Culver City & the Impressive Thomas Ince

We talk about haunted Culver City and focus a lot on film pioneer Thomas Ince... so much attention is paid to his mysterious death, but what he did in life was amazing! I really wish we could re-name Culver City to Inceville.

One of the most amazing things about paranormal research is finding new subjects of fascination. For me, lately, it’s the film pioneer work of Thomas Ince. So much attention is paid to his mysterious death, but what he did in life was amazing! I really wish we could re-name Culver City to Inceville. Links: My previous video about haunted Culver City:…

[astonmartinii]

you and me got a whole lotta history | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x historian!reader

y/n is a historian and it’s not her fault her bf’s job takes him all around the world…

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location: melbourne 📍

yourusername: so it’s the australian grand prix and i’ve spent the start of the week exploring this old city. one of my stops was the historic old melbourne gaol. this now museum was once a prison that housed some of the most feared criminals in australian history. constructed in 1839, the old melbourne gaol saw 133 hanged for their crimes between 1845 and 1924. it was briefly used during world war two but ceased operation as a prison in 1924 and was renovated to be part of the RMIT university and the museum it is today. a definite must if you’re visiting melbourne !!

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user1: my fave part of the race week is y/n’s museum recommendations tbf

user2: i can vision charles being dragged around this place hating his life

charles_leclerc: the things we do for love

yourusername: you said you enjoyed it :(

charles_leclerc: I DID

user2: oops

yourusername: i’ll leave you at the hotel next time

charles_leclerc: it was scary but i enjoyed it because i was with you

yourusername: okay that’s better

danielricciardo: so my farm isn’t good enough for you

yourusername: noooooo danny i thought we were going after the race?

danielricciardo: oof my bad

user3: petition for there to be a teds notebook but it’s y/n giving us a historical guide to the city the race is in

f1: we’re listening @skysportsf1

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charles_leclerc: tough race in melbourne but a beautiful city regardless

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user4: HE served, we don’t talk about the race

yourusername: i don’t mean to say i told you so but i did say our day trip would be the best part

user5: girl you’re gonna get banned from the ferrari garage

yourusername: they deserve far worse than what i’m saying let’s be real

user5: true

user6: i love how charles didn’t reply ferrari has his ass ON LOCK

carlossainz55: we'll come back stronger

danielricciardo: we can all commiserate at my farm bro

charles_leclerc: your farm better be as good as you're saying now

danielricciardo: nervously awaiting the y/n review

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location: miami 📍

yourusername: though miami may be known for it's partying (it's all about the U), charles and i took our monday to take a stroll around st bernard de clairvaux church, one of miami's hidden gems. the church was originally built in spain all the way back in 1141 to the style of cistercian romanesque architecture for alfonso vii. the monastry's cloister was illegally purchased by american william randolph hearst in 1926 and in order for the church to be transported it was dismantled to 11,000 pieces and sent to the us where it was rebuilt and still stands to this day.

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user7: i'm never gonna be able to afford to go to miami so why did i read this whole thing like i'll visit some day?

yourusername: history is important and interesting, always good to read even if you never visit !!

user8: she's like the older sister i never had

user9: did charles enjoy this one more?

yourusername: "at least i'll get a tan here"

charles_leclerc: i feel like anyone who reads about me in your comments will think i'm an asshole, i have fun every time i just don't understand most of it

yourusername: i know you have fun baby (and i love you for driving us to all of these places)

user10: have you considered our super historic frat house this saturday night?

user11: imagine thinking you have a chance when her literal boyf is CHARLES LECLERC

user10: every goal has a goalkeeper doesn't mean you can't score

charles_leclerc: i will run you over

user12: omg ferrari's pr is quaking

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yourusername: it is my biggest honour to announce my position as a history lecturer here at oxford!! i always dreamed of studying here and to get to pass on my knowledge to those looking to follow in my footsteps is a huge pleasure and responsibility.

p.s. no worries, it is not full time so race week explorations will continue.

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user13: so it was true :(((((( wait i just read the whole post my bad

user14: so i guess i now need to turn my Cs into As if i wanna attend a y/n lecture

charles_leclerc: unbelievably proud of you my love - don't miss me too much

yourusername: you sure i can't persuade you to move to england with me :(

charles_leclerc: i'll be there as much as i can be but monaco is still our home

yourusername: always

landonorris: proud of you smarty pants

yourusername: thank you landito

landonorris: so you'll now root for the brits?

charles_leclerc: over my dead body

yourusername: what charlie said

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charles_leclerc: super happy for another win for the season but we keep pushing for the real prize at the end of the season - thank you for your continued support tifosi and my love y/n who stayed up all the way in oxford ❤️

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user20: i don't wanna jinx it but like the season is going well

user21: too well....

yourusername: winning looks good on you

charles_leclerc: you look better on me

pierregasly: oh god you've been apart for a triple header and now you're being horny on main

yourusername: says mr. doggy emoji

pierregasly: touche

user22: so charles can mathematically win in either austin or brazil FUCK THEM KIDS I NEED Y/N AT THESE RACES

user23: if she's not there for charles wdc i am personally going to have a sleepover on the train tracks

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yourusername: the autodromo jose carlos pace is the crown jewel of the interlagos neighbourhood. the circuit opened 83 years ago and has hosted the f1 since 1972. the circuit was originally meant to be a housing area but due to the 1929 stock market crash the owners decided to construct a racing track instead. interlagos is often a season decider with fernando alonso winning both his 2005 and 2006 titles here, kimi raikkonen winning the 2007 championship here, lewis hamilton won the 2008 championship here, jenson button clinched the 2009 title here and CHARLES LECLERC WON HIS FIRST TITLE HERE IN INTERLAGOS FOR THE 2023 SEASON

on a real note i am so proud of you charles, i have seen the sacrifices you have made and the unbelievable amount of effort you pour into every facet of your racing NO ONE deserves this more than you. i am so grateful to have shared this moment with you, here's to many more xxx

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user26: i am unwell this is so fucking cute

user27: bro this is so fucking crazy

charles_leclerc: couldn't have done it without you, so glad you could be there for me xx

yourusername: always charlie xx

yourstudent: miss y/n you can cancel all of our lectures if charles wins the championship again FORZA FERRARI

charles_leclerc: the people have spoken

user28: insane butterfly effect of the wall street crash to charles leclerc 2023 wdc

user29: they make me believe in love

note: this was super random but popped into my head while at work and i knew i had to write it !! hope you enjoyed xx

[goodstuffhappenedtoday]

Deaf Santa travels the country so deaf kids can be heard at Christmastime

When Charles Graves was 5 years old, his parents took him and his four siblings to see Santa Claus at Randolph Air Force Base near San Antonio.

Graves was diagnosed as deaf when he was 3 months old, and although he couldn’t hear Santa’s voice, he was looking forward to meeting him and sitting on his lap, he said, recalling that afternoon in 1975.

He said he patiently watched his brothers and sisters interact with Santa as they each told him what they hoped to find under the Christmas tree that year.

Then it was his turn.

“I was so excited, but when I stepped up to Santa, he dropped his smile and gave me a blank face,” he said. “He had no idea how to interact with me.”

“At that moment, I felt like the only deaf person in the entire world,” added Graves, who communicates through American Sign Language and is now 53.

“Why was I different from the others?” he said. “That memory stayed with me and is something I can’t forget, no matter how much I try.”

More than four decades later, Graves found a way to turn that sad Santa visit into a way to help others.

Graves now travels around the country and offers children the experience of visiting Santa and sitting on his lap — and communicating what they’d like for Christmas — no matter if they can hear or not.

Graves’s Santa career started after he decided to grow a beard and people in his town of New Braunfels, Tex., told him he would make a great Saint Nick. In 2019, he accepted an invitation to play Santa at an annual Shields for Kids holiday event organized by the San Antonio Police Department for children in need, he said, noting that a sign language interpreter helps him to communicate with hearing kids.

That led to other Santa gigs, including visits to Gaylord National Resort in National Harbor, Md., last year and this year on Dec. 13. The hotel chain paid his expenses for both Maryland visits and trips this year to four other Gaylord resorts in Texas, Tennessee, Colorado and Florida.

“By putting me in Santa’s chair in major locations in public, we’re validating that Santa Claus can be deaf,” Graves said.

More of the story at this gift link.

[pinkpcny]

" ah, come on now, sweetheart, i know you don't think your presence is important enough to dictate what room i'm in. " smug as ever, simply can't help himself. it didn't matter who, nor their title, his self-importance never diminished. " i'm here for business, not you. "

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"funny seeing you here, thought that you can't stand being in the same room as me."

[wellourgerdes]

The Randolph Hotel Oxford UK

The Randolph Hotel by Graduate Hotels This majestic hotel, located in Oxford’s city centre, opposite the Ashmolean Museum, is a 3-minute walk from the New Theatre and a 10-minute walk from National Rail trains.   The hotel opened in 1866. During the 1952 restorations, an expansion to the west was planned by J. Hopgood. The elegant rooms with luxurious furniture include French press coffeemakers,…

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

March 1970, High Street, Leatherhead, Surrey, UK - Freddie Bulsara auditioned for Sour Milk Sea band, after seeing a ‘vocalist wanted’ in the ‘Melody Maker, Freddie accompanied by 'roadies' Roger Taylor and John Harris

Rob Tyrell recalls seeing him for the first time: “Freddie auditioned with us in a youth club in crypt of a church in Dorking. We were all blown away. He was very confident. I don’t think it was any great surprise to him when we offered him the job.” Jeremy Gallop agrees: “He had an immense amount of charisma, which is why we chose him. Although, we were actually spoilt for choice that day. Normally at auditions, you’d get four or five guys who were rubbish, but we had two other strong contenders. One was a black guy, who had the voice of God, but he didn’t have the looks of Fred, and the other person was Bridget St. John.

Chris Chesney: “I remember Freddie being really energetic and moving around a lot at the audition, coming up and flashing the mike at me during guitar solos. He was impressive. There was an immediate vibe. He had a great vocal range. He sang falsetto; nobody else had the bottle to do that. He said ‘Do your own songs and I’ll make up my own words’ It was very clever and very good.”

“When Freddie joined,” Chris continues, “We were on a roll. We were in the habit of playing two or three gigs a week and we continued to do so. I think we played down at the Temple in Lower Wardour Street with Freddie, the Oxford gig, and a few others.”

The Oxford gig was in the ballroom at the Randolph Hotel, one of the grandest in the city, “It was like a society-type bash, debs in frocks and all that,” recalls Chris. “I remember our sound wasn’t great.” Jeremy Gallop adds: “Freddie definitely managed to get what people were there in the palm of his hand, just by sheer aggression and his good looks. He was very posy, very camp, and quite vain. I remember him coming to my house and looking in the mirror, poking his long hair. He said ‘I look good today. Don’t you think Rubber?’ I thought, ‘Fuck Off!’ I was only eighteen at the time, and didn’t think it was funny, Now It’s hilarious.”

The only other gig featuring Freddie which the other members of Sour Milk Sea are certain about was a benefit for the homeless charity ‘Shelter’, staged at the Highfield Parish hall in Headington, Oxford, on 20th March 1970 – just weeks before Freddie teamed up with Brian May and Roger Taylor in a new group. “That was probably the last gig we played with him,” remarks Chris Chesney.

Surprisingly enough for such a low-key gig, just like Ibex’s Bolton show, Sour Milk Sea’s appearance at Headington, also made the local paper. This time it was the ‘Oxford Mail’ and incredibly, the paper also included a photograph of the group complete with Freddie – the only known shot to exist of him with Sour Milk Sea. Typically Freddie is the only one looking at the camera.

The article included an interview with the band on account of Chris Chesney’s parents being minor celebrities. It also remarked that vocalist Freddie Bulsara had only arrived ‘a couple of weeks ago’, and quoted form his song ‘Lover’. More importantly, as Chris told the paper at the time: “I don’t feel we are like any other group. Our approach is based on our relationships with one another.”

These relationships held much promise, but were fraught with danger, as Chris soon discovered. “I was staying with ‘Rubber’ at the time.” He recounts. “Then Freddie asked me to stay with him in Barnes. So I did, and we started songwriting together, getting into each other’s heads. His chords were kind of weird. They broke all the rules. F-Sharp minor to F back to A. That was totally new for me. I thought it was all very current and that we could blend our two approaches together.”

Chris continues: “We did two or three of Freddie’s songs. He had some material from the Ibex days, including ‘Lover’, ‘Blag’ and ‘FEWA’ He was good at lyrics and we wrote a couple of numbers, some big, operatic pieces. Operatic in the sense that they broke down into solo guitar parts, then built up again vocally. I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. He also introduced weird covers like ‘Jailhouse Rock’. We’d never considered playing Elvis, or Little Richard’s ‘Lucille’. Then he had his little rock ‘n’ roll medley, which pushed the band into a showbiz direction, which I liked. He also had a lot of stagecraft going. I had a good relationship with Freddie and he liked the way I moved on stage. We were like Bowie and Ronson, where we related physically to each other on stage”.

No one in Ibex, Wreckage or Sour Milk Sea had suspected that Freddie was gay. Indeed Mike Bersin has pointed out; “Freddie had a girlfriend, Mary Austin at the time”. “Ambiguous sexuality was par for the course then.” Recalls Chris Chesney. “You didn’t question it. Anybody who did was totally unhip.” Chris and Freddie’s friendship was platonic, but close: “He wanted to style me, give me some clothes to wear, and the relationship between us got quite strong. ‘Rubber’ soon realised there was nothing in it for him.”

(➡️ source: http://www.queenpedia.com/index.php?title=Sour_Milk_Sea)

[108garys]

Manny Sherman dialogue transcribed

I really enjoyed transcribing the little hope puritan dialogue a bit ago despite it being one heck of an undertaking and I've always wanted to do a similar thing on a much smaller scale(this time) so as an afternoon task I pulled up a video of the four Sherman tapes and typed out his on screen dialogue, it'll be good for writing him and better understanding his vocabulary and maybe some time around I'll do something a little more substantial like Randolph Hodgson's journal but that aside I feel Sherman's dialogue flows really well and does a great job with characterisation, can you believe there's barely more than a thousand words from him all up? Regardless I've tried to follow the in game captions on the video which can be a little hard at times due to white text on a grey background with the occasional white detail obscuring stuff but I believe I got it at least 99% accurate and beyond that I added in places in brackets that he laughed but not the uncaptioned sounds of him getting his ass kicked because I thought one added something and the other wouldn't(and here's the video I used)

(interrogation - tape 1)

Manny Sherman. Born January one. Nineteen fifty-six.

Come on, you already know all this. What do you want?

What's this?… Huh… You've been doing your research, haven't you Special Agent Munday?

What are my favorite television programs?

Describe my first pet.

What were your friends like as a child?

What is this?!

You taking a survey or you trying to learn something?

Would it kill you to be direct?

You wanted to know what inspired me? As if I wasn't an original?

Well… maybe there was one man I found myself a little fascinated by.

Henry. Howard. Holmes.

Why? Because he was numero uno.

America's first. The guy invented the trade. He set the benchmark, you know?

Learn your history, Munday. Read a book.

You think because I stuck a blade in some people and get off on it I'm not smart?

I, heh… 'allegedly'… killed 13 people before you got smart enough to find me…

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(interrogation - tape 2)

…had to build my own little castle, just like Holmes did.

Most people like me do their business where their target lives. That's just asking to get caught.

Holmes had the right idea. It was all about the honeytrap.

You bring me some smokes? Like I asked?

Lucky Reds? Yes! These are like gold in here. Damn that's good. So yeah, the honey pot.

Holmes built a hotel about a mile from the World's Fair and CALLED it the World's Fair Hotel and bought ad space in the papers alongside ads for the expo.

Rubes from far and wide assumed it was the official hotel!

Ma and Pa Kettle take a train in from Nebraska, takes three days, they roll up into that joint ready to rest, get to their room… and whoops- what do ya know… Holmes had a gas pipe hidden under the bed and poisons them.

Or maybe he pulls a trap door on them.

Maybe he separates them and makes one watch through a window while he slits the other's throat.

That's the advantage of a honey pot: no shortage of targets.

That's why I picked all those houses north of the airport.

That whole neighborhood was scheduled for demolition and yet…

All those lovely realtor ladies must not have gotten the memo.

Call up as a contractor, tell them I'm flipping, have them meet me out there… and look at that… we're the only two people for miles.

The first couple times I'd wait for a plane to fly over, just to hide their screams, but…

after a while I realized they could scream as loud as they wanted.

No one was gonna hear a thing.

That's what I remember most.

Those screams.

You can try to understand why I am the way I am. You can forensic science up all the data you want.

But you'll never know… You'll never know, Munday… You'll never really know how it feels when you watch the fire burn out of somebody.

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(interrogation - tape 3)

(laughter)

A whole carton this time? You trying to get on my good side or something?

Think I'll save them.

What? No questions? What's going on with you, Munday?

You seem different.

(laughter) I see that that glimmer in your eye, you little devil.

I can keep secrets, man… we all have them.

That prosecutor is trying to get numbers out of me. Know that?

Of course you know that. Numbers. They got Holmes for 27… but we know he was closer to 200, right?

Can you imagine that? I wish I'd had the time to try and beat that.

Sure they know about those nice realtor ladies… they got families after all.

But the numbers the D.A. is asking me about… I think he knows there's some people out there- rejects… misfits… the kind of people that when you see them coming you look the other way.

Does anyone notice if they go missing?

My father always told me to leave my mark on the world.

I never knew what he meant by that- not until I watched that first girl bleed out.

I call it art. That's my signature on society.

It's not murder, it's an aesthetic response to what this has world made me.

Ask people to list killers, and they'll drop five, ten on you before they can't think of any more.

Ask them to name the detectives that caught those killers- no one is going to say a damn thing.

No one knows them. No one cares.

No one makes movies about them.

No one puts their faces on t-shirts.

No one gives a shit.

(quiet chuckle)

I've left my mark on the world…

…have you?

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(interrogation - tape 4)

You want to know what it means to be a killer?

You ever been to the art museum downtown?

They got this painting by a guy… forgot his name. Famous painter.

He did portraits of slaughtered cows hanging on hooks.

You take a normal person to a slaughterhouse and they will puke their guts out.

You make it into a painting and suddenly it's art.

There's no difference between the two. Not really.

Don't look at me like that. You know I'm right.

You get it. I know you get it.

You got to do something that matters. Make people feel something they've never felt before.

Shatter the illusion that any of us are really in control.

Think of the most profound thing you've ever done… the most beautiful thing you've ever created… and I promise you… it's nothing compared to watching the life bleed out of someone.

To see the fear in their eyes, to feel them pawing at you for release, to hear them pleading- begging…

That moment when someone realizes they are at their end…

That's when you feel it. That's true art.

That's what you have to be- an artist… a sculptor… an architect.

I see the gleam in your eye, Agent Munday, You're not fooling me.

Oh, look at you now, huh?

Am I going to be your first?

Well come on then- I'm right here.

This room is soundproof- you don't even have to wait for a plane to fly overhead.

There… There you are… I see you now.

Not bad… not bad at all.

Bare hands can feel good, huh?

But the blade makes for such a prettier picture.

You've got potential. Agent Munday…

If you truly want to be an artist.

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@tinynightmarewoman @kindheartedgummybears @mybrainrotforreal (Know idea as ever with this character on who'd be interested in this but it was a good exercise at any rate)

[quismihiignem]

What if Magnus died before the sea of monsters happened. Magnus could have been the older cousin. And annabeth could have gone with Frederick to Boston in the year after the lightning thief. The beginning of the sword of summer happens but annabeth is a lot younger. Which would happen in January of that year because Magnus’s birthday (Magnus is 16 annabeth is 13). Annabeth doesn’t see Magnus in the same place as the original because she would be alone in the casket room. So she thinks that Magnus is dead and owns a mansion. But technically it’s frederick’s because she is thirteen so Frederick and mrs. chase and there kids move in with annabeth. At some point before the sea of monsters Magnus (with Alex)sneaks in to the mansion and finds annabeth she is home alone for some reason. And is very surprised to see Magnus. she hugs him and asks how is he here and then notices Alex and asks she ( Alex is a boy like in original). Alex corrects annabeth. Magnus says it’s a long story but annabeth says she has time cutting Magnus off in the process.

Magnus:you wouldn’t believe me-

Annabeth:try me

Alex:Gods are real

Annabeth:well yeah I know that

Magnus:you do?

Alex:*ignoring him* no like more than one

Annabeth:yes that is what I meant

Alex:okay we are einherji, warriors of Odin, residents of Hotel Valhalla

Magnus:please stop

Annabeth:alright so what are you doing here

Alex:*turns towards Magnus*why are we here

Magnus:looking for stuff Randolph might have left

Annabeth:you should look at the fourth floor that’s where we put all of his stuff

Annabeth starts heading towards the fourth floor and is rethinking her plans for the future wall she walks. On the fourth floor Alex Annabeth and Magnus fight a wolf and in the battle Alex shapeshifts. Annabeth sees this.

Annabeth:you’re a shapeshifter

Alex:yep a son of Loki

Annabeth:Loki?

Alex:yeah the god of tricks and mischief?

Annabeth:sounds kind like Hermes

Alex:who’s Hermes?

Annabeth:the god of travelers and thieves

Magnus:that doesn’t really sound like Loki

Annabeth:what is he like?

Alex and Magnus:evil

The conversation kind of ends there and Alex and Magnus start to look at the drinking horn that they wolf was after. They find the journal and the three of them go to the balcony to read it. They are aren’t in a rush because they came to the mansion a few weeks earlier than in the original. Annabeth can’t make out any of the words. But they read the last bit about the meed but none of them know anything about it. The Norse cow joke comes up and annabeth realizes that Alex likes Magnus but she doesn’t say anything. Alex says she needs to see Sam to do shapeshifting training. So see heads out and leaves annabeth and Magnus.

Magnus:so you knew about the gods

Annabeth:yeah I’m a halfblood

Magnus:ha same

Annabeth:who’s your father?

Magnus:Frey, your’s?

Annabeth:Athena, but I haven’t heard any of the gods you’ve mentioned

Magnus:I have not heard of Athena or Hermes are you sure they’re Norse

Annabeth:Norse, no they’re Greek

Magnus:the greek ones are real too?

Annabeth:yeah, you’re saying the Norse gods are real?

Annabeth has a puzzled expression while she re-rethinks her plans for the future. Magnus is silent for this. Eventually they see Frederick and the other chases came back from whatever they were doing. Annabeth rushes away Magnus and tells him to meet her tomorrow at noon at the bridge where Magnus died.

This is pt1 of this AU more may come soon

[thesixthplaneteer]

OC-tober day 2 - New OC

My newest character I'd call an OC is Ralph, the love interest and coterie-mate to my wife's character Khloe in the VTM game I'm STing for, The Poisoned Peach. Ralph is a spiced up self insert and has been a blast to play.

A factoid about him is his full name is Randolph Gaylord King IV. He's a thin blood but has the clan curse of his Nosferatu sire. My goal when playing him is to be the coolest and dorkiest guy in the room. I wanted to write something focused on just the boy but also wouldn't be any spoilers for my wife, so here is his embrace! I hope you enjoy!

The warm summer night air blew hard, causing him to stumble as he drunkenly tried to navigate a city he’d never been to before. Ralph took a deep breath and tried to focus on his phone which had directions to his hotel on it, but his head was swimming and his vision blurred. “Fuckin’ Marta ass,” He half slurred and grumbled out loud. “Last train at midnight ass.” He switched to his Instagram to check how posts from earlier in the night were doing. 

There were several posts of him posing with other Instagram celebrities, nearly all he could not remember the names of. The more popular people he’d posed with got his own posts better hits, as he thought they would. Annoyingly, the pic he took of someone taking his prosthetic foot wasn’t doing well. It was an embarrassing situation he’d hoped to monetize but obviously it wasn’t as interesting as the barely concealed female presenting nipples in his other pictures. 

He soon looked up and realized he had no idea where he was. “Fuuuuuuck.” He let out in frustration as he quickly looked back to his phone, pulling up the directions again... just to see that he’d overshot his hotel by over a mile somehow. “Fuck two electric boogaloo. Fuck it, I’ll Uber-loo.” Grumbling in resignation, he tried to find the app.

He opened his eyes after what felt like a long blink. His head throbbed and it felt like there was a knife twisting in his stomach. He choked on the smell of shit and piss that saturated the air. He blinked to clear his vision but the room was dark. His blood ran cold as the years of military training started to kick in. He kept silent and slowly felt around to get an idea of where he might be. His prosthetic was gone, there was a slimy substance on most surfaces, he could hear rats squeak and scurry. He prayed he was wrong, but he put the clues together and figured he was in the sewer. 

Pulling himself up against the wall, he gripped at his stomach as the twisting pain persisted. Like an insane hunger he’d never experienced before. “The fuck!?” He mumbled as he felt a sharp stab suddenly in his belly, the source directly from his own fingers. He rubbed at their tips, and felt that his nails had become extended and pointed. “What the fuck!?” His heart started to pound in his chest, and he struggled to hold back panic. 

He didn’t have much more time to his own thoughts, as suddenly a light flashed on. It wasn’t a particularly bright bulb, but in the pitch black of the room, it may as well have been the sun. He blinked rapidly to combat the trauma to his eyes and clear his vision. He couldn’t see anyone, but his fear of being in the sewer was confirmed. 

“Who’s there?” He choked out. There appeared to be no one, but someone had to have turned the light on.

“Oh poor Randolph. So scared when not surrounded by your bimbos and himbos.” A voice like grinding stones said from seemingly nowhere. 

Ralph spun and looked around. He saw no one, even the rats were silent now. 

“What did you do to me!?” Ralph yelled out, feeling a white hot anger rise within him. 

“I made you one of us! One of the normies. I ripped you down from your pristine pedestal and humbled you. Now you’ll know the same pain me and my brethren have felt all our lives!”

Ralph turned to now see a creature standing where there was nothing before. Dark, beady eyes peered out from beneath a hood. Its skin was mottled gray, its teeth crooked and jagged. Its wicked smile was so wide it seemed like his lips would split. It held a mirror in its hand and raised it above its own head to meet Ralph’s gaze. 

A cold numbness went through Ralph's body as he saw what he knew was him, but refused to believe it. His eyes were black and amber, his nose upturned and bat-like. His hair was just wisps of what was. His skin was splotchy. His nails were black and grown out like claws. 

The creature beyond his own reflection was smiling and speaking. Making grand hand gestures. But all Ralph could hear was the beating of his own heart in his ears. All he could feel was the desire to drain the creature dry. The thought of opening its throat and drinking from it like a fountain. Ralph’s eyes darted down to the floor as the creature spoke to him. He keyed in on a broken brick in the path between him and it. When the creature turned and its eyes were not on him, he made his move.

“You’re stricken, so stupid, you can’t even speak-” 

The final words he heard as his body lurched forward. He leapt and pushed off the ground with his hands like a feral beast. The creature’s eyes and his own met before the first blow was struck. All of that confidence was gone. Fear was on its face, soon followed by brick. The first strike was hard and threw the creature off balance, the mirror it held falling and breaking on the concrete. It sputtered out something but Ralph was quick to keep pressing the advantage, slamming the brick into its face again, bringing it to the ground. It was like hitting a sand bag. The contact was solid but it was obviously not doing the amount of damage he expected. Still, he was unrelenting. He was on top of the creature before it could get up. It tried to throw him off, and was almost successful, the scrawny frame of the creature hid its strength well. Whether through pure rage or muscle, Ralph stayed on top and beat the creature until the brick crumbled to dust. 

“Get him off me!” The creature cried out in panic. 

Ralph didn’t take the time to register the cry for help. He started to go in with fists where the brick failed. But his arm was stopped, an iron grip on his wrist catching him mid-swing. He tried to spin and punch the sudden second attacker, but they grabbed his other hand as well. This one was bigger and more monstrous than the other. A cleft lip revealed teeth befitting a cryptid rotting within its mouth. Its eyes were a bright red that almost shined. There was no nose on its face, not even nostrils. Its ears were elongated and several inches of lobe hung down from them. 

The fight left Ralph as he realized he wasn’t walking away from this. He went limp in the new creature’s grasp. Somehow, it was able to speak clearly through the cleft lips and monstrous teeth.

“The kid is a shit and what he did wasn’t right. But I can’t let you kill him. That’s for someone else to decide.” His voice was soothing and warm. “Name’s Jorge.” 

[dear-indies]

hiya! 🧡 could i please get some help in finding some fc's of color who have resources playing a vampire? (who aren't from interview with the vampire, bc its gonna be an iwtc-centered oc) if not, just fc's you think would be great vampires! a woc is who i'm leaning towards, but im down for anyone of any age! thank you so much 🫶🏼

Angela Bassett (Vampire in Brooklyn) African-American.

Jacob Batalon (Reginald the Vampire) Filipino.

Kim Ji Woong (The Blood) Korean.

Michael Malarkey (The Vampire Diaries) part Palestinian.

Sisi Stringer (Vampire Academy) African Australian.

Rutina Wesley (True Blood) African-American.

Ami Tomite (Tokyo Vampire Hotel) Japanese.

Natasha Liu Bordizzo (Day Shift) Chinese / White.

and then:

Shohreh Aghdashloo (1952) Iranian.

D. B. Woodside (1969) African-American.

Gina Torres (1969) Afro-Cuban.

Hu Bing (1971) Korean.

Mahershala Ali (1974) African-American.

Daniel Wu (1974) Hongkonger.

Florence Kasumba (1976) Ugandan.

Omar Sy (1978) Mauritanian / Fula Senegalese.

Nonso Anozie (1979) Nigeiran - isn't a vampire in this but has the vibe in Dracula.

Maggie Q (1979) Vietnamese / White.

T'Nia Miller (1980) Afro Jamaican - is a lesbian.

Angelica Ross (1980) African-American - is trans.

Rami Malek (1981) Egyptian 12.5% Greek.

Fawad Khan (1981) Pashtun and Punjabi Pakistani.

Miyavi (1981) Japanese / Korean.

Riz Ahmed (1982) Pakistani.

Mahesh Jadu (1982) Bihari, Gorakhpuri and Kashmiri Indo-Mauritian.

Dichen Lachman (1982) Tibetan / German.

Kim Jae Wook (1983) Korean.

Cara Gee (1983) Ojibwe.

Florence Faivre (1983) Thai / French.

Nathalie Kelley (1985) Argentinian, Peruvian [Quechua, possibly other].

Amar Chadha-Patel (1986) Punjabi and Gujarati Indian.

Da'Vine Joy Randolph (1986) African-American.

Jodie Turner-Smith (1986) Afro Jamaican.

Michaela Coel (1987) Ghanaian - is aromantic.

Lewis Tan (1987) Singaporean Chinese / White.

Desmond Chiam (1987) Chinese Singaporean.

Jim Sarbh (1987) Parsi Indian.

Anna Diop (1988) Senegalese.

Aiysha Hart (1988) Saudi Arabian / White.

Gregg Chillin (1988) Armenian and White.

Christina Chong (1989) Hongkonger / White.

Katy M. O'Brian (1989) African-American and White - is a lesbian.

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / Norwegian.

Steve Noh (1990) Korean.

Kim Yong Ji (1991) Korean.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (1992) Korean / Mexican.

Jenny Zeng (1993) Chinese.

Song Kang (1994) Korean.

Jaz Sinclair (1994) African-American / White.

Ryan Destiny (1995) African-American.

Yumi Nu (1996) Japanese / White.

Wang Zi Yi (1996) Chinese.

Havana Rose Liu (1997) Chinese / White - is pansexual.

Lauren Tsai (1998) Taiwanese / White.

Here you go! Please let me know if you want something more specific.

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis' first LP cover 📀

A LITTLE BACKGROUND STORY ABOUT THE PICTURES USED AS COVERS FOR ELVIS' FIRST LP "ELVIS PRESLEY" RELEASED ON MARCH 23, 1956. All the pictures were taken in 1955.

THE FRONT COVER

Scotty Moore, Elvis Presley and Bill Black in July 31, 1955, during concert in Tampa, Florida. Photo by Williams V. "Red" Robertson.

Known as the "Tonsil Photo", the picture of Elvis holding his 1955 Martin D-28 guitar (with custom made tooled leather cover with his name "Elvis Presley" blazoned across the front), as used on the front cover for his first RCA LP, was taken on July 31st 1955 in Tampa, Florida, according to Tampa photographer William V. "Red" Robertson, who took the picture.

Colonel Parker hired quite a few different studios and photographers to photograph Elvis in the 50s for commercial purposes. Williams Vernon "Red" Robertson was one of the professional photographers hired by Parker, in his case to photograph a show with Elvis Presley on July 31, 1955. Robertson did field work for his Robertson & Fresh commercial photography studio, a firm active in Tampa from 1932 to 1960. Roberton's business partner, Harry Fresh, processed and printed the images. You can see some other pictures from Robertson & Fresh's studio in here (digitalcommons.usf.edu archives).

The "tonsil photo" since taken was extensively used in newspaper and print to promote future shows in the 50s, and due to its use in Elvis' first LP, specially, it's one of the most famous pictures of the King of Rock and Roll.

[1] Elvis' Martin D-28 guitar backstage at the Mosque in Richmond - June 30, 1956 Photo © Al Wertheimer -- [2] The "Tonsil Photo" used in a February 8th ad for the shows on the 10th in the Charlotte Observer. Friday, February 10, 1956, Elvis, Scotty, Bill and DJ made their first appearance in Charlotte with four shows at the Carolina Theatre. [3] Elvis' tooled leather cover (trimmed) and D-28 - Aug 5, 1956 Photo © Bob Moreland.

Other pictures of Elvis taken that same day, July 31st 1955, in Tampa, Florida:

Elvis at Fort Homer W. Hesterly Armory in Tampa, FL on July 31, 1955.

THE BACK COVER

On November 30th 1955, Elvis and the Colonel flew to New York, where they register at the Hotel Victoria on Fifty-first Street.

On Thursday, December 1st 1955, Elvis and the Colonel met RCA executives, including president Larry Kanaga and publicity director Anne Fulchino, at the RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York.

JUST SO YOU KNOW: I think there isn't photos of Elvis with RCA's president Larry Kanaga (at least I haven't found one yet) but below is a photograph from another day (in the future) of EP and Anne Fulchino, publicist for RCA Victor's Pop Record Division. They were waiting for the elevator at CBS Studio 50 in New York City on Saturday, March 17, 1956. Photo by ©Alfred Wertheimer.

Back to December 1st, 1955: A photo shoot was arranged and pictures of Elvis and the Colonel, Elvis and Steve Sholes and Elvis and fellow RCA recording artist Eddy Arnold, who happened to be in New York for a session, were taken in December 1st 1955.

December 1st, 1955, RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York: Elvis and Steve Sholes; Elvis and Eddy Arnold; Colonel Parker, Eddy Arnold, Elvis and Steve Sholes.

After the pictures with other people, Elvis was photographed by himself... a lot (I mean it). From all the pictures, four of them (posed action shots of Elvis) were used on the back of Elvis' first album.

THE PICTURES ON THE REAR JACKET OF ELVIS' FIRST RCA LP:

Note: I haven't found the 2nd picture in a satisfying quality yet but if I do, I'll update the post.

Some other pictures taken that same day:

Elvis Presley. December 1st 1955. Photo shoot at the RCA's Twenty-fourth Street studio in New York. Photographs by William "Popsie" Randolph.

Credits: Pictures from Pinterest Elvis fan accounts (too many different accounts); Discogs (album sleeves), elvispresleymusic.com.au (some more pictures and info from the December 1955 day in Elvis' life); scottymoore.net (some other pictures and info from the December 1955 day in Elvis' life); digitalcommons.usf.edu (information about one of Elvis' early photographers, William V. "Red" Robertson, who was responsible for the "Tonsil photo").