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[barbiewritesstuff]

Ive been waiting for this one 😩

So i was thinking a hangman x reader which kind of mirrors the scene in 'Set It Up' (if you havent seen it i highly reccomend) where they take the pizza up the fire escape (it could be that hangman forgot his keys) and up to the point where they are staring at eachother in scilence and you can make it go as far as you want to babes 💅💅💅

Absolutely, desperately, madly in love with you

-- I watched this scene so many times to copy the dialogue that I'm pretty sure I know it by heart. I still took some liberties, though.

Anyway I love this, thank you so much for the request! --

You knew you had overdone it at the Hard Deck as soon as you walked out of the bar and going to get a pizza with Hangman seemed like the best idea ever. You also knew that if you had been sober, you would have been too much of a coward to accept. 

So, Jake had walked with you to his favourite pizza place in town and ordered "The usual please, Georgio" and took it to go in a big square box.

"We should go eat it at mine. There's tables and chairs and --" he frowned "We should go to mine, 's not far"

He'd told you it was a ten minute walk. It would have been if you hadn't drunk so much that walking had become a puzzle your brain needed to figure out and if Jake hadn't tried to jump, pizza in hand over every bike rack, bollard and traffic cone he saw on the San Diego sidewalk you shared. 

The pizza smelled heavenly. You didn't know what it was, but something almost made you lift the lid off of it

"You're going to let the smell out" he whined

"I wish that box was my bed," you replied. It was no lie, you were exhausted and hungry like one could only be after far too many tequila shots.

You almost didn't notice Jake had stopped walking. He opened the front door of an apartment building on your right and led you up the stairs.

"I know this is not going to sound how i mean this to sound" he paused, a serious expression on his face, almost deciding the most tactful way to phrase what he wanted to say "I wanna fuck this pizza"

"I get it" you paused. You wanted to fuck the pizza too " You should never say that to anyone else… but I get it"

Jake searched through his pockets to find his keys but they were empty.

"I forgot my keys" he stated, you looked at him with a sad expression

"What about my tables and chairs?"  You pouted. He stuck out his tongue.

"We can go another way…" 

Jake led you back down the stairs and outside next to the front door. 

"Do you know how athletic I was?" Jake had been telling you about his teenaged exploits. He handed you the pizza and climbed on top of a large concrete block. "Impressed yet?"

"I'm so hungry… Too hungry" You replied, lifting the lid and finally sneaking a look at your pizza. It was gorgeous. Simply the single most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

"Hmmm… oh god" Jake was pulling on the ladder but it wouldn't budge

"Do you need some help?" You asked

"Yeah" you helped Jake by pulling on the bottom steps, with your combined efforts, the ladder finally fell

"Gimme the pizza" Jake ordered, squatted down and with both of his hands outstretched.

"No no no no, I-- I'm gonna take it up to the top"

"Absolutely not, your hands are too small" he said, using your moment of confusion to his advantage and grabbing the box out of your hands.

"Jake!"

"I'm gonna hold it with one hand, I'm gonna move my way up this ladder, like a monkey" he said. You tried to reach for the pizza "Stop!" And then again "Stop!... I got this"

"Alright" he added, almost to reassure himself.

"Oh my god" you exclaimed

What?

"Stop! Keep the top up otherwise the cheese'll slide off" 

He laughed

"Please don't drop my pizza"

"What? Just stop making me laugh" he laughed

"I'm serious!"

"Stop it! Stop making me laugh"

"I'm not trying to, I'm --"

"Stop!"

"I mean it, okay"

"It is in my possession, I got it" Jake said, finally getting to the top of the ladder and climbing up to a small balcony. You grabbed the ladder and made your way up to find him waiting for you.

"Are you okay"

"I'm fine" he replied

"No I'm talking to my pizza"

Jake gave you the pizza before entering the room via the window, you followed after and found a corner of the bed to sit on. Hangman jumped over the bed and swung his legs back to the floor. 

"Parkour!" 

He turned on a lamp and slid onto his carpet. He held out his hand for the pizza.

"This is the dining room"

"Careful" you said as you handed him the box

"1,2,3" You counted down in a whisper, excitement seeping out into your voice. Jake opened the box on 3 and you both sighed at the sight of such carb filled perfection. It turned out that "The usual please, Georgio" was a cheeseburger pizza. The thin crust pizza was topped with a three cheese blend, minced beef and gherkins.

"Thank god" Jake said, relieved his meal had remained intact

"That looks so good" you wriggled your fingers over the pizza, trying to pick a good slice

"Just choose it" 

You both picked a slice and brought it to your mouths, taking a large bite. You chewed. It was the tastiest pizza you had eaten, maybe due to the alcohol or even the company.

"Wow" you said

You both took another bite.

"This is the best meal I've ever had" You said, pausing to choose your words "in my entire life"

Jake looked at you. What did Georgio put in the pizza? Because when he looked at you, it auddenly occurred to him that you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, every inch of you interesting to him. 

You felt his eyes trail down your body. You met his gaze, suddenly feeling very shy and self-conscious at the intensity in his eyes.

"I should probably go" you swallowed "home"

Jake suddenly snapped out of his reverie.

"Slice for the road?" 

"2 please but roll it crust side out" you paused "I'm a lady" was the only explaination you offered. Jake obeyed.

He watched you take the slices, stand up and exit via the open window. Jake suddenly felt empty and down. 

Is this what being in love felt like?

Always craving the other's presence, needing them close to you, even if it means sharing a pizza you refuse to share with anyone else? 

Did it feel like butterflies in his stomach when he saw you on base, getting giddy when he got to sit next to you in the rec room, or giggling (yes, Jake had caught himself giggling) at any and all stupid joke you made? 

If it did, then Jake had to admit to himself that he was absolutely, desperately and madly in love with you.

And so were you.

He just didn't know it yet.

[johnbrace]

Cabinet (Liverpool City Council) 6th November 2020

[eyra]

I wish you would write a fic where literally anything happens. I would read absolutely anything that comes out of your brain. Even if it’s just Remus and Sirius sitting in a car in traffic.

Well, that just sounds like a challenge...

🐑❄️️🐑❄️️🐑❄️️🐑

"I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with R."

"Roadworks," Remus says flatly, looking straight ahead through the blizzard. It's the third time this week they've been stuck here: the pinch-point around a hilly outcrop on the way home from town, where the ford floods in the summer and where a midwinter storm had brought a great slump of wet earth sliding down right into the lane, cutting off half the road entirely and bringing out a small army of workmen with bollards and barriers and temporary traffic lights so that they might cordon the whole thing off, and set about repairing the tarmac and the fencing and the sign with the funny place names on it that still make Sirius laugh, even now.

"Nope," Sirius says, hunkering down further in his coat against the chill, the old four-by-four's rickety heater not up to much at a standstill in the stationary traffic. "Try again."

"Road."

"Nope."

Sirius grins at the way Remus huffs out a long, slow exhale, as if he's finding Sirius particularly tiresome right now, and the way the corner of his mouth is pulling upwards despite himself: that wonderfully familiar quirk of freckles and tanned skin, golden even in the wintertime.

He watches as Remus squints through the snow at the car in front.

"Range Rover," Remus says triumphantly, and Sirius shakes his head.

"Nope."

"Bugger," mutters Remus, cranking the heating up to full and frowning. "Thought I had it then."

"Not even close."

There's a deep sigh from Cecil where he's slumped across Sirius's knees, his wet, wiry coat soaking through the denim of Sirius's jeans.

"Ram."

Sirius laughs. "Where?" he says, gesturing around the car, and through the half-fogged up windows to the white hills beyond; just snow, and traffic, and more snow.

"Down there," Remus murmurs, jerking his head eastwards into the valley and in the general direction of a neighbouring farm where - to be completely fair - Sirius knows a strapping pair of rams currently reside, bundled away for the winter.

"Wow, you can see all that way?" he teases. "That's so impressive, Remus."

Remus tuts.

"Roof rack," he says, nodding again at the car in front.

"Nope."

"Rotten eggs."

"You can see that, can you?"

"No," Remus says darkly, knocking the handbrake off as the traffic begins to move at a glacial pace around the hillside, and knocking it back on again a car's length later when they once again grind to an icy halt. "But I can still bloody smell it."

"It was Cecil," Sirius says, and grins at how Remus's mouth pulls up again at the corner. Cecil grumbles in his lap.

"If you say so," Remus mutters, then smiles in earnest when Sirius shoves gently at his shoulder.

"You're out of guesses," Sirius says tartly. "Do you give up?"

Remus looks over at him. The tip of his freckled nose has gone pink from the cold.

"Go on then," he shrugs, and Sirius silently reaches out to tap the mirror affixed to the middle of the windscreen.

"Rear-view mirror?" Remus says dumbly.

Sirius tuts. "No, you prat," he says, and taps it again, and watches as Remus blinks at himself in the glass. And then Remus's eyes go flat, and he fixes Sirius with a look usually reserved for James.

"Very clever," he drawls.

"I just picked the prettiest thing I could see," Sirius grins, and delights as he sees the pink blush on Remus's nose bloom across his cheeks, too, colouring his freckles in a warm and rosy glow.

And it's a good job, he thinks, that the car ahead still hasn't moved, because Remus looks like he's forgotten entirely that he's currently in charge of an ageing motor on an icy road in a blizzard. There hangs a lovely silence between them, as Remus looks at him softly, and Sirius smiles back, and Cecil huffs faintly from Sirius's lap, and the heater hums out a pleasant static beneath it all.

"Go on," Sirius says quietly.

"What?"

"It's your turn."

Remus grins. He shakes his head, and straightens himself back up in his seat, and narrows his eyes as he looks pensively out into the white winter storm.

"I spy, with my little eye..."

[collapsedsquid]

Although many surprises undoubtedly lurk down river, it is already clear that the advent of ‘catastrophic terrorism’ in tandem with what may likely be the worst recession since 1938 will produce major mutations in the American city. There is little doubt, for instance, that bin Laden et al have put a silver stake in the heart of the ‘downtown revival’ in New York and elsewhere. The traditional central city where buildings and land values soar toward the sky is not yet dead, but the pulse is weakening. The current globalization of fear will accelerate the high-tech dispersal of centralized organizations, including banks, securities firms, government offices, and telecommunications centres, into regional multi-site networks. Terror, in effect, has become the business partner of technology providers like Sun Microsystems and Cisco Systems, who have long argued that distributed processing (sprawling PC networks) mandates a ‘distributed workplace’. In this spatial model (of which the Al-Qaeda network might be an exemplar), satellite offices, telecommuting and, if the need be, comfortable bunkers will replace most of the functions of that obsolete behemoth, the skyscraper. Very tall buildings have long been fundamentally uneconomical; indeed the absurdly overbuilt World Trade Centre—a classic Rockefeller boondoggle—was massively subsidized by public-sector tenants.footnote23 (Will the hijacked airliners someday be seen as having played the same role in the extinction of skyscrapers as the Chixulub asteroid in the demise of dinosaurs?)

[...]

Despite massive plans for ‘hardening’ and ‘terror-proofing’ downtown public spaces and monumental buildings, however, most white-collar workers and managers will prefer to consume enhanced security closer to their suburban homes.footnote24 Physical security retrofits—the reinforcement of building structures, vapour-and-trace detection systems, bollards and traffic barricades, bomb mitigation containers, smart doors, metal detectors, bomb-proof trash cans, biometric surveillance portals, reduced surface and underground parking, and so on—will impose huge and unavoidable expenses for cities trying to shore up their downtown economies, but they are unlikely to stem the new exodus of jobs and tax resources. Massive public-sector subsidies to developers and corporate tenants likewise may slow but probably won’t reverse the trend toward deconcentration. In addition, as self-advertised ‘world cities’ hunker down for the long siege, urban economists and fiscal analysts must wrestle with the new demon of ‘de-globalization’: the portion of global service production and international tourism that may be lost forever.

I sometimes think back on the “fortress suburbia“ vision of ~2000 where locked-up suburban subdivisions would be opposite total urban blight that seemed like the inevitable future, instead we got “gentrification” as the major issue of ~2010.  Seemed like that might happen with covid too, although that’s still up in the air it seems like I’m not gonna get lucky enough to have my area blighted and get a goddamn rent reduction.

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[thesensemedieval]

Medieval Windenburg WIP #4

Hi there !

I'm back with some wip pics and info c:

So, what's new ?! Well, a few replacing, and some removals, retextures... Here's a little list of what you can see above (and some you cannot as they're not here anymore haha).

BUSINESS AREA

Replacements :

Sailboats (replaced with gabarres, without sail, with are the ones in the island area)

Public toilets (replaced with a bunch of mess haha, sack,barrels,crates, bundles)

Trashbin (replaced with a semi-open barrel)

Amazingly ugly statue (replaced with the Sword Bridge Statue from TW3, much better I must say)

Traffic sign (replaced with crossroad sign from TW3)

Retextures :

Flower in pot (it's also a replacement as I put TW2 roses at the top)

You can barely see it, but the fence is retextured too as I cannot remove it nor replace it so...

Ivy (using texture from TW2 roses)

Removals :

All the bollards

Glass fence

Animated sailboats (in fact I first wanted to delete them but couldn't find a way to do that, so I thought I could replace them, but when I did so, they simply disappeared lol...)

Gound lights (I still must remove the vfx of it)

Almost all the public stuff (banners, plans, flags, tree in a pot that was ugly and too tidy)

Drain

Glass Awning

The clock (but finally I think I will replace it with cart of corpses, maybe idk yet)

And probably other stuff but as they're not here anymore I don't remember xD

OLD TOWN AREA

Replacements :

Parc Statue (replaced with the mother statue from tw3)

Fishing signs (replaced with some bundles and crate)

There are others, but you can't see them now as there's a limit of 10 pictures haha, that will be for another wip post !

The removals are the same as for the business area.

The last two screens are from the garden of windenburg, I've replaced a lot there, but going through some issues still, I'll fix that later. What you can only see for now is the dial, and the fountain, that is also present in the old town area !

The fishing signs replacements are the same for all the areas (unfortunately, I wanted to make a unique one for each but they all share the same model even if they are seperated packages, don't understand, but well, okay..)

Hope you like what you're seeing haha, I continue Medieval Windenburg mod until this weekend and then as you know, I will have to pause it for a moment.

And a last thing, I'm wondering about benches. In fact, I first wanted to leave them as they were, but then I realized that is was a modern concept having all these benches everywhre in the city, there were no benches in the town at medieval era, so I think maybe I should remove them... IDK, tell me what you guys think about it !

See you soon for news and cc !

xoxo

TheSenseMedieval

[thiscitylife]

Changing how we talk about cars hitting pedestrians and cyclists

Excerpt from a CTV news article published on Jan 21, 2022:

Several pedestrians are in hospital with life-threatening injuries as a result of three collisions in Metro Vancouver.

The first happened in West Vancouver.

An elderly woman was struck by a truck as she crossed 13th Street at a marked crosswalk before 1:30 p.m. Wednesday.

"The driver remained on scene and is co-operating with police," Mounties said in their statement.

At the time, drivers were warned traffic would be disrupted for several hours and were asked to avoid the area.

This news article is a text book example of the formula that media use when reporting on collisions involving drivers hitting pedestrians or cyclists. It goes like this:

1.) Always frame the collision* in the passive voice, putting the focus on the pedestrian being hit by a vehicle (never on the driver who hit them).

2.) Barely mention the driver who caused the collision, except to say whether they remained on the scene. If they did, use positive language about how they are "cooperating" with police.

3.) Finally, even if someone has died or suffered life threatening injuries, state if the collision is causing traffic delays and inconvenience to other drivers.

When we constantly read these news reports, we are led to believe that car crashes involving pedestrians and cyclists are an unavoidable fact of life in our cities and communities. This is wrong. These tragedies can be prevented, we just aren't doing enough to examine how.

In her new book, There are No Accidents, journalist Jessie Singer argues that this predisposition to blame human error and accept the old adage that "accidents happen" is not only misguided, but insidious. It covers up the systems that enable accidents.

Singer's book includes a tragic personal account of how in 2006, her best friend, Eric, was hit by a drunk driver while riding on a bike path in New York City. The driver was convicted of DUI and vehicular manslaughter. Nine years later, another drunk driver killed a cyclist on that path. Two years after that, in 2017, a truck driver deliberately plowed into the spot where Eric died, murdering 8 people and injuring 12.

According to a review in Washington Monthly, after Eric’s death, Singer was livid that some accident inspectors focused on his not wearing a helmet. But she pointed out that Eric was hit by a car going 50 miles (80km) per hour. As a result, donning a helmet would not have mattered. Multiple deaths on that same path proves the weakness is in the design.

Pedestrian and cyclist fatalities are at an all-time high. They are also the leading cause of death for children in Canada. Most are preventable, and yet these media reports never examine how to hold governments accountable for measures like lowering speed limits, increasing pedestrian cross walks, deterring traffic through residential neighbourhoods, adding bollards and separated bike lanes, and reducing lane size so that neighbourhood roads look less like highways.

We place the onus on the victim to not get murdered by 3,500 lbs of steel. How often do police and local car insurance companies proudly launch pedestrian safety campaigns where they hand out reflective vests and flashlights and warn pedestrians to "make eye contact" with drivers. Tell that to a 5 year old, or to this crossing guard who got hit saving a child's life while a car barrelled through a cross walk without stopping.

This is what hero police officers do! North East Police Officer Annette Goodyear saved a student from harm’s way early this morning. pic.twitter.com/efpgjqucuO

Even this story focuses on the victim. Who was the driver? We rarely hear whether the driver was speeding, distracted, or even drunk. In most of these cases, it is highly likely that one or all of these is true, because your likelihood of seriously injuring a pedestrian or cyclist is pretty slim if you are obeying the rules of the road. And if that is not the case, there is something wrong with those rules and they need to be changed.

Either way, a person shouldn't die while out for a walk or a bike ride and have this accepted as an unpreventable accident. We need more cities and communities to get serious and invest heavily in Vision Zero policies and infrastructure. I fully agree with Singer’s hypothesis that every accident is preventable. And changing the narrative starts with how we frame car crashes in the media.

*Note - In this post, I initially referred to car crashes as “car accidents” and a thoughtful reader pointed out that they should be called “collisions” or “crashes.” Even I was predisposed to call them accidents. According to the US Department of Transportation: 

“Changing the way we think about events and the words we use to describe them affects the way we behave. Motor vehicle crashes occur "when a link or several links in the chain" are broken. Continued use of the word "accident" implies that these events are outside human influence or control. In reality, they are predictable results of specific actions.“

Photo credits: Joe Flood; City TV news clip.

[ladybugmeat]

4.

OLD KENT ROAD:

MONOPOLY'S DUD SQUARE

Old Kent Road : Monopoly's dud square. The cheapest and only property south of the river. At Bricklayer’s Arms, I alight with the crowd and pause in the shadow of the orbital. Here, pavement breeds new pavement. Slabs of grey-green asphalt spill out like wet turbot skins - complete with chewing-gum tubercles. Like a noose, the elevated motorway pushes people out. Tesco bags blow against the perimeter. A sour blue-raspberry condom licks my heel.

10:27

I plan my zigzagged passage across the pedestrian islands. If you are to inhabit the city, you learn to perfect your dance with death. I make it to Island B before the black Honda turns left. I fast-walk to Island C. I pull down my hood and reply to a text. By an inch, I miss the side view mirror of an articulated lorry. I breathe out: Ellipsis. Michel de Certeau would read these maneuvers as a prosody poem. Under the traffic’s imposing rhyme scheme, I intercept and interrupt. ‘Asyndeton cuts out: it undoes continuity and undercuts its plausibility.’ My walk is constituted of  footstepped stutters - Deletions. I dart between cars - Slash. I mount the pavement- Hyphen. I write a text of ‘enlarged singularities and separate islands.’ My rhetoric is hinged on spatial elements, street furniture, and their references. I weave between bollards and cat’s eyes. I scamper between the lights of the cars - two streams, red and gold.

10:29

A pair of Nike Jordans straggle from a power line. I interpret this as a hanging - a gibbeting. Walking is forbidden here. I use the adverb ‘here’ because how else does one condense this terrain? This junction of stifled oxygen. This junction of cars that hurl as if launched from the barrel of a gun. Between traffic, I hear the electricity hum through the power lines and across the white sky. Whilst there isn’t the soil to grow a weed, red roses repeatedly appear at the railings. A photograph of a young boy. A note: ‘Jimmy, we miss you. I should have held your hand.’

10:31

My feet sidle at the entrance. Somewhere in the depths of the corridor, a man sits like a large toad. His craned shoulders are framed by a ravine of dismembered circuit boards, computer carcasses, and hard drives. The narrow inlet is thick with the warm olfactory of plastic and solder. He looks up from his work and calls out to me.

‘If you want to take my picture, you can leave.’ His eyes hang through thick rimmed glasses.

I push my phone down into the side of my leg and come clean.

‘I did want to take a photo but you wouldn’t need to be in it …’

He sighs, puts the laptop down, and begins to inch through the clutter.

‘What is it about this place that you people like? I’m not a celebrity.’ He smiles and kicks a small satellite dish from the doorway. It spins and cracks on the last step.

I collect the pieces and hand them to him.

‘I have two Ebay accounts. One sells hardware, the other sells the stuff I can’t fix.’ He drops the shards of fibre-glass into a cardboard box and steps out into the rain.