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marksandrec · 1 year

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Marks and Rec: Misc #2500

I was just thinkin' about the Wafflecrew the other day and I miss 'em. (Dialogue from yourplayersaidwhat.)

#wafflecrew #dice camera action #dca #chris perkins #natewantstobattle #projared #holly conrad #anna prosser #paultin seppa #diath woodrow #strix beestinger #evelyn marthain #incorrect quotes #marks and rec misc #source: tumblr #it's dangerous to go alone #vid: dice camera action ep 96 #dnd #swearing

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inregardstowhatyousaid · 7 months

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I get you don't like Heidi, but don't you think it's unhealthy to follow and reply to a blog dedicated to following her every post? All you do here is respond to the other tumblr's posts and give them reason to keep tracking everything Heidi does.

This is a side blog I made for replying to them. I had to because not only would I be harassed on my main blog for agreeing with @heidi-oferrall-is-a-narcissist but people who I talk to over Tumblr would also be harassed for associating with me. I saw it time after time on both Tumblr and Twitter, as soon as Heidi's followers find someone willing to call out her behavior/actions, they stalk that person and anyone else who interacted with them. I don't even mention Heidi, Jared, or Holly on my main blog.

It's a little ironic, though, that you're accusing me and @heidi-oferrall-is-a-narcissist of following Heidi too close while there's someone on Lolcow admitting to following Jared around a convention and taking notes of what he did there and who he was with. Commenting on Heidi because of something she said or did on a public website like Twitter is wrong, but someone physically stalking Jared is okay? 🤔

#questions #anonymous questions #heidi o'ferrall #atelierheidi #projared #jared knabenbauer #holly conrad #lolcow #harassment

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emergencypowerpodcast · 11 months

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Did you know that our very own @Kaydamphyr is a finalist for a CRIT Award?! Kay co-wrote and co-GMed The Christmas Cookie Caper, a charity one-shot benefitting Extra Life with a superstar cast, including Holly Conrad!

You can check out the VoD of the Christmas Cookie Caper HERE, then head over to he CRIT Award form and vote for Kay and the CCC! Voting ends July 9th.

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Thank you!

#crit award #crit awards #ttrpg #ttrpg community #actual play #charity game #holly conrad #chaotic wholesome presents #vote #ttrpg actual play #dnd5e #dnd #Youtube

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trashwitchcoven · 2 years

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Them breaking up is just objectively funny lmao imagine ruining your friendship/your marriage and then it doesn't even work out LOL

Like, I'm not a complete asshole - I don't wish bad things on anybody.

That having been said, yeah, I laughed when I first heard the rumors because most of us called it ages ago. I said it back then and I'll repeat it now: Relationships that are borne out of THAT much turmoil never get a happily-ever-after ending.

#Holly Conrad #hollyconrad #commanderholly #ProJared #Pro Jared #Jared Knabenbauer

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heidiofans · 1 year

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Why would they ADMIT to doing that? I think it really only is either one person talking to themselves or maybe a couple other people because everyone else either finally moved on or realised their lack of credibility for being this big of hypocritical harrassers. I'm sure the self-sabotaging was worth it 🙄 after all this they have nothing to back up their claims and JH are still living their lives each doing their thing

I've read a few people saying that they believe there's only a small handful of people still posting on the lolcow thread for them. I agree with you that most people have moved on apart from however many people are still posting there, which is why I don't check in on the thread unless an ask prompts me to do so.

#projared #pro jared #jared knabenbauer #holly conrad #commander holly #lolcow

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chriscdcase95 · 10 months

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Chapter Thirteen is up.

Love’s Sacrifices: “The Thing in the Fog”

This chapter was gonna be longer, and also cover the baby shower I've been really looking forward to writing, but I was worried about over bloating this chapter. So instead I thought I'd focus on "The Fog" for now, as a mostly Beca focused chapter.

This “Fog of Worlds” is something I use in both this story, as well as Unlife is Strange, and that's not a coincidence. I have always considered Love's Sacrifices to be Unlife is Strange to be “sister” stories; with this “Fog” being explored in both.

I initially didn't want to directly connect the stories...but yeah that changed over time. About a year ago in fact.

As with previous chapters, this and the next will have more special cameos; this one being that it carries over to Unlife Is Strange - it won't significantly spoil what's to come, but it will give us a preview. Just something to look forward too.

Technically these cameos started in the last few chapters, with this mysterious “Rachel: contacting Beca, but you can probably guess she'll be...

Unlife is Strange will also give us a perspective flip of these chapters down the line, but I will try to keep the influence and interactions between stories has over this one at a minimum.

I wouldn't expect a full on crossover down the line. For now now these “visits” are just that.

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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The Season 2 Poster Details

From top to bottom :)

This is a Buddy Holly song Everyday which was originally supposed to be the Good Omens theme :)

Neil talks about it in the Introduction to the Script Book: “In the scripts, Buddy Holly’s song ‘Every Day’ runs through the whole like a thread. It was something that Terry had suggested in 1991, and it was there in the edit. Our composer, David Arnold, created several different versions of ‘Every Day’ to run over the end credits. And then he sent us his Good Omens theme, and it was the Good Omens theme. Then Peter Anderson made the most remarkable animated opening credits to the Good Omens theme, and we realised that ‘Every Day’ didn’t really make any sense any longer, and, reluctantly, let it go. It’s here, though. You can hum it.”

And there is also the Buddy Holly Everyday record! :)

Book The Crow Road by Iain Banks. The novel describes Prentice McHoan's preoccupation with death, sex, his relationship with his father, unrequited love, sibling rivalry, a missing uncle, cars, alcohol and other intoxicants, and God, against the background of the Scottish landscape

Book Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad. An early and primary event in the story is the abandonment of a passenger ship in distress by its crew, including a young British seaman named Jim. He is publicly censured for this action and the novel follows his later attempts at coming to terms with himself and his past and seeking redemption and acceptance.

Important themes in Lord Jim include the consequences of a single, poor decision, the indifference of the universe, and the inability to know oneself or others.

There is book The Body Snatcher by Robert Louis Stevenson. Its characters were based on criminals in the employ of real-life surgeon Robert Knox (1791–1862) around the time of the notorious Burke and Hare murders (1828). Neil said: Oddly enough, episode 3 will take us to a little stint of body snatching in the era.

There is Catch-22 book by Joseph Heller that coined the term Catch-22: situation from which an individual cannot escape because of contradictory rules or limitations.

Is there only one hand or are there two? :) EIther 6 ;), or 6:30 :).

Through the window we can see the coffeeshop Give Me Coffe or Give Me Death where Nina works! :)

Azi is wearing his nifty glasses :).

Crowley is wearing his new glasses, they are RIGARDS X UMA WANG - THE STONE ECLIPSE (VINTAGE BLACK/BLACK STONES) - $435

There is the Holy Bible Aziraphale used in Season 1 :)

There seems to be a broken phone :).

The cakes behind Aziraphale are Eccles cakes :).

Azi is reading A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens published in 1859, set in London and Paris before and during the French Revolution. The novel tells the story of the French Doctor Manette, his 18-year-long imprisonment in the Bastille in Paris, and his release to live in London with his daughter Lucie whom he had never met. The story is set against the conditions that led up to the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror.

Another book there is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen - Neil said said that we will learn a lot about Jane Austin we didn’t know before.

And finally the Treasure Island book by - again :) - Robert Louis Stevenson, an adventure novel with pirates.

There are three geckos cuties. Who are they? Pets? Is Ligur haunting the bookshop? Who knows :).

A mysterious pamphlet, 'The Resurrectionists’ leaflet. (unofficial spoiler :)).

Also there is an old camera... mmm 🤔 Did Azi made some photos (of what? Him and Crowley, ducks? :)) Will we see them? :)

Their positions is an homage to the book covers! :)(x)

Will update this as fandom discovers new things! :)❤

#good omens #gos2 #season 2 #posters #s2 poster details #fun fact #robert louis stevenson #jane austen #joseph heller #charles dickens #can't waiiiit #wahoo!

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aroundfortwayne · 2 years

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Fort Wayne Fire Department welcomes 20 new firefighters

New Post has been published on https://aroundfortwayne.com/news/2022/09/02/fort-wayne-fire-department-welcomes-20-new-firefighters/

Fort Wayne Fire Department welcomes 20 new firefighters

Twenty firefighters were welcomed to the Fort Wayne Fire Department in a graduation ceremony last night at the Public Safety Academy.

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stranger-fanfiction-n-things · 1 month

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CHAPTER 3: HOLLY, JOLLY

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This was not how I expected this part to turn out. You know those moments when you just keep typing and writing? Anyways, introducing Ronnie. In reading Flight of Icarus, I pictured her character looking like Emmy Rossum, more so Fiona Gallagher-esque. Ronnie is Eddie's wingwoman.

Have you ever been with a boy and just don't think? Like you're so present in the moment with them, you don't know what you're doing or what's happening in the world around you? That's how Diana feels around Eddie.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3124

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III

HAKWINS HIGH

I sit in my usual spot for first period, my books and stationery are set neatly on my desk as I wait for class to start. People begin to trickle in but there is no sign of Barb or Nancy. I didn’t wait for either of them outside the school or by our lockers like I usually do, instead I walk straight into school, straight to my locker to switch out my textbooks and straight to class. Despite being upset about what happened last night, I can’t help but glance at the door every time someone enters the classroom just in case it is Barb or Nancy. I chew my lip, tapping my pencil against my notebook. Class starts in two minutes and neither Nancy or Barb are in class. Part of me wonders if they both decided not to show up to school today. It’s not until Nancy rushes into class with flushed cheeks, I relax only a little. I avoid eye contact as she sits in her usual spot across from me. I can feel her looking at me but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, I hear her talk to Ally beside me.

“Hey, Ally. Where’s Barb?”

“Um shouldn’t you know?”

“You haven’t seen her anywhere at all?” Nancy presses.

I purse my lips. Why would Nancy ask that if Barb waited for her while she was upstairs with Steve? I turn my head slightly not trying to be too noticeable, but I’m not inconspicuous at all because I catch Nancy’s gaze for a second. Her lips twist into a perplexed frown as she looks at the empty seat beside her. I sit forward swallowing and glance at the door hoping Barb will walk in at any second, but as soon as Mr. Flaim enters the classroom and instructs us to take out Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, I focus on the lesson.

Nancy and I don’t have the same second period so I haven’t seen her since homeroom. Everyone is rushing to the cafeteria as usual; I pass by and from the hallway I have a clear view of Steve, Tommy H, and Carol. Steve wrinkles his nose at Carol who has her foot on the table. Tommy H is laughing, chewing with his mouth full of whatever food they are serving at the cafeteria today. I am surprised to see Nancy join them at the table. A knot of dismay forms in every muscle, it seems as I observe my best friend. She doesn’t look around for me or Barb, slipping comfortably beside Steve who smiles welcoming at her. I clutch my bag closer to my body and walk away ignoring the hollowness I feel inside.

As I walk down the hall, I slow down approaching Barb’s locker. It doesn’t look like it’s been touched at all today. I also haven’t seen her at all this morning. I linger, rubbing my lips together. It’s unlike Barb to not turn up to school unless she was sick and last night was cold and with everything that happened with her finger…I rationalize but there is still an unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. I look at Barb’s locker one last time before walking away.

I approach my locker and put in my combination to open it. I rise on relevé to see deep into my locker and pull out my chemistry textbook and my lunch. I shove my lunch in my bag and hold the textbook in my hand. When I close my locker, I notice a head full of hair. Eddie and Ronnie stand by the lockers in the sophomore hallway, talking amongst themselves. Eddie’s back is to me, but I can see the same dark brown curly hair of Ronnie. I think Ronnie is pretty in a rocker girl type of way. She exudes a carefree, nonchalance that deep down I envy, in her black leather jacket and hoodie. I am wound up so tight it’s difficult for me to relax sometimes.

I am surprised when she catches my eye and smiles, waving at me as she did two days ago in the school parking lot. Eddie turns around with a frown on his face wondering who she was waving at and catches my gaze. The lines on his forehead smoothens and is replaced with a look I can’t explain. I can never explain the looks Eddie gives me, only the feeling that it conveys in me. Butterflies. It’s like they wake up all of a sudden and I feel warm and tingly. Ronnie says something and grins walking past him. The look on Eddie’s face is replaced with horror. The butterflies in my stomach turn into moths fluttering wildly.

It takes me a split second to realize Ronnie is walking towards me. My mind screams at my legs to move, to at least meet her halfway, but they don’t and I am standing here like I’ve been caught. Which technically I was. Eddie quickly scurries behind her, curly hair flapping behind him. Ronnie of course reaches me before him.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie,” she greets with a smile. Eddie stands beside her, looking out of breath despite the short distance.

The way I have to tilt my head look at her is a little embarrassing. She’s even taller up close. Dark brown eyes look down at me. Not in a dominant way where I feel threatened. Though her height is intimidating. But in a way that shows me she’s interested. Interested in me. I blink feeling my brain short-circuit for a moment and pan down. Her hand is extended. Waiting. I take her hand, shaking it. Her hand is warm. Mine feel clammy and I want the ground to swallow me up.

“H-Hi,” I stutter. “I’m Diana.”

“I know,” she says and her smile widens. Ronnie doesn’t look at Eddie when she says this. It’s like he doesn’t exist. I have to fight not to acknowledge his presence. We let go of each other’s hand and I clutch my book close to my chest. “Eddie’s told me about you.”

“Jesus.” He mutters, looking away.

My eyebrows shoot up in astonishment. “Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh.” I don’t know what to think or feel or say. The back of my neck feels hot.

“And any close friend of Eddie’s is a friend of mines.”

I blink. Not understanding what she means. Maybe I missed something because Eddie and I are not close friends. It makes me wonder what he has told her. I look at Eddie now and he seems like he’s a second away from bolting out the door. He’s fidgety and a little sweaty.

“Sorry,” he says to me. “She was dropped on her head as a baby.”

Ronnie flicks him on the nose and Eddie reaches to grab her wrist, but she’s too fast, taking a step back, putting her hands behind her back. She laughs at him and he sticks his tongue out at her. I giggle quietly, enjoying their antics. They truly did seem to have a brother/sister relationship. It reminded me of my relationship with Lucas.

“I forgot something in my locker.” Ronnie says, eyes darting between Eddie and I. “I’ll see you in class, right?” She’s talking to Eddie now.

“Of course, wouldn’t want to miss chemistry for the world.”

Ronnie gives him a warning look, but smiles kindly at me. She waves again and walks away leaving Eddie and I alone. When Ronnie turns the hall, Eddie turns to me, scratching around his mouth. He gives me an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, about that.”

“Don’t be. Ronnie seems very nice.”

“When she wants to be,” he comments under his breath. Eddie looks at me again. “I’m guessing you didn’t get caught last night.”

“No, I didn’t.” I shake my head. “Thank you so much again for driving me home. Really. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

“Just don’t walk home in the middle of the night. Please.”

“I won’t.”

“I’ll drive all over Hawkins looking for you if I have to.” I tilt my head at that, looking up at him. Eddie scrunches his nose, closing his eyes. “That sounded so much better in my head.” I giggle. Eddie chuckles softly, opening his eyes. His cheeks are slightly pink. “It’s just creepy when I say it out loud.”

I scrunch my nose. “A little,” I admit. “But I understand the sentiment.”

Eddie doesn’t respond, eyes looking around him. I follow his gaze, wondering what he was looking at. He stands straight taking a step back. I don’t realize how close we were until he does.

“Do you want to have lunch with me?” he asks, out of the blue. The question throws me in for a loop. Lunch with Eddie. I open my mouth, but close it. Something shifts in Eddie and he clears his throat. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. You’re probably going to meet up with your friends in the cafeteria.”

Friends. My best friend is sitting in the cafeteria with Steve, Tommy H and Carol. My other best friend isn’t in school today. I am alone. I think about my dream. The way I was screaming for help and no one bothered to look. I didn’t think about where I was going to eat lunch today, because usually it’s with Nancy and Barb, but now…I don’t have anyone. The change I feared would happen had already started. Maybe it’s time to stop resisting it.

“Yes, I’ll have lunch with you.”

Eddie’s jaw goes slack for a moment but he quickly closes his mouth and smiles, with dimples this time. “Okay, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “My lunch is actually in the van, so.”

“Okay,” I nod, pushing myself off my locker. Eddie follows my stride as we walk towards the door and out the school.

The weather is surprisingly mild for the winter months. Eddie and I walk through the parking lot towards his large van. I can’t believe it’s been hours since I’ve sat inside. The past few days have been nothing but bizarre.

“What I mean to say is,” Eddie says after a few minutes. I realize he’s correcting himself from earlier. “If you ever need a ride anywhere,” He doesn’t finish the sentence and I can tell he’s not going to. The sentiment is there and it shocks me. I’ve only known of Eddie for 24 hours and he’s already offering to give me a ride, so I’m not out late at night by myself again.

I look up at him, but he’s looking at the ground. I turn my head back, looking in front of me. The moths, turn into butterflies. I bow my head down, fighting back a smile. We arrive at his van at the back of the parking lot and I walk to the passenger’s side opening the door just as Eddie opens the door to the driver’s side. I climb inside the car sitting in the passenger’s seat and close the door. When I look up, Eddie stares at me, paper bag in hand. It takes me a moment to realize, he never said he wanted to eat in his van. My hands fly to my mouth.

“I am so sorry.” I gasp, opening the car door. I can’t believe I forgot my home training. Mom would freak out if she knew what I did.

Eddie blinks out of his stupor shaking his head. “It’s okay,” he says, climbing into his car. He closes the door. “I wasn’t clear. We can eat in here, if you want. I don’t mind.” He sounds relieved. I close the passenger door cringing at my blunder. How did I not realize what I was doing?

We sit in the car in silence neither of us moving or both of us waiting for the other to start. I’m suddenly hyperaware of his presence. Eddie and I look at each other and start to laugh. The awkwardness dissipates and we both get our paper bags. Turns out we both have sandwiches, mine is turkey and cheese, his, peanut butter and jelly. The silence is comfortable between us and I find myself enjoying it. The past two days have been a whirlwind of confusion, fear and change. It feels nice to just be with someone in silence without feeling the need to talk all the time or feel like I’m being judged for just existing.

“I didn’t forget the song you recommended, by the way.” Eddie says, between chews. “I’ve added it to my list.”

“I haven’t forgotten yours either.”

Eddie crumbles the plastic bag in a ball dropping it in his paper bag. He pulls out a bag of pretzels. I smile, knowing I have pretzels in my bag as well. I take a bite out of my sandwich observing Eddie. His hair is less frizzy today and I wonder what changed in his hair routine. I gaze down at his clothes, like Ronnie, he’s wearing a black leather jacket and hoodie with jeans and black boots. I think about Ronnie and Eddie calling each other to coordinate their outfits of the day and smile. Eddie is careful opening the Ziplock, pulling out a handful of pretzels.

“If you ever want to go to Main Street Vinyl sometime,” He pops a pretzel in his mouth. “We can listen to music.”

“You listen to vinyl?”

Eddie finishes chewing nodding his head. “Always.”

“My dad only listens to vinyl.” I say, opening my bottle of water. “Says records sound better.”

“He’s right.”

I shrug taking a sip of water. “It all sounds the same to me.”

Eddie looks as if I insulted him. He shakes his head popping another couple of pretzels in his mouth. “Oh man,” he says, voice muffled. “I definitely need to take you to Main Street Vinyl.”

“Okay.”

I accept the invitation feigning nonchalance. I don’t look at him as I close my water bottle, setting it beside me and continue to eat my sandwich. My heart is actually beating so fast and I’m surprised I don’t miss my mouth while taking a bite. I can feel him looking at me and meet his gaze. He’s staring at me like he did back in school and when I practically jumped into his car like I owned it. Like he didn’t expect my answer.

Eddie blinks. “Cool.” He says, his voice hoarse. Scarfing down salty pretzels can do that to a person. “Just um…let me know when you’re free and I can pick you up.” His shyness makes me shy as well.

“O-okay.” I stutter, my confidence waning.

Eddie clears his throat reaching for a water bottle in the drink compartment. He takes a long drink and I think he’s going to finish the whole bottle in one sitting, but he stops, putting on the lid. “I’ll introduce you to all the greats.”

“Judas Priest, KISS, Metallica, Ozzy Osbourne.” I list the names of the people he covers with his band.

Eddie smiles. “And more.”

I arch my brow. “Like who?”

He turns to me and squints playfully, leaning close. “It’s a secret.” He says lowly. I giggle.

“Why does vinyl sound better?” I ask. My Dad says it does too, but I never understood what he meant.

Eddie thinks for a moment. “It sounds…warm,” he starts, looking out the windshield. “That’s the best word to describe it.” He looks at me again. “It’s rich and deep. You feel like you’re watching the artists perform live. Like you’re in the same room as them. It’ll make sense when we go to the record store.”

“You seem to know a lot about music.”

“Not as much as you think.”

“It’s more than I know.” I add. I play with the plastic bag in my lap. “I like listening to you talk about music. Your connection to it is…sweet. I can tell you really love it.”

“Sweet?”

“Endearing.” I correct. And cute. But I’ll never say that out loud.

Eddie’s cheeks are pink. So cute. He smiles and his dimples poke out. Really cute. “Thank you.” He chuckles. I beam.

Eddie leans back against the door, fully facing me. He looks up and down and size to side at my face like he did last night. It’s intense and I thank heavens my brown skin hides the flush in my cheeks. He tilts his head, studying me.

“So, Candy Girl,” He teases. “Tell me about something you love. Tell me about dance.”

I’m vibrating. Not the kind you feel when you’ve been sitting down too long. The type you feel when you’re excited and slightly overwhelmed. I have only felt this way before a performance. My time with Eddie though brief, hasn’t felt that way. I’m a shy person; a person of few words when I’m getting to know someone. My true self saved for my family and best friends, but with Eddie I talk. I want to talk. I talk a lot, about dance. The Nutcracker auditions, Mei Wong, rehearsals. I felt myself stepping outside my shell. It’s weird and slightly off-putting. Eddie listens, asking questions if he doesn’t understand. He even tells me what he’s thinking. The conversation flows effortlessly. With everything that has been happening, I’m glad Eddie is around, even if it’s just for a moment.

“Diana!”

I blink out of my thoughts and turn my head. Nancy is rushing towards me and I am no longer vibrating. Just my normal self. I feel myself stepping back into my shell and it’s discomforting to feel this way about my best friend.

“Diana, have you seen Barb?” Nancy asks me outside.

It’s the first time Nancy and I speak since last night. During English I was too busy highlighting and making notes to talk. I shake my head, holding my chemistry textbook close to my chest.

“Not since last night.”

“Didn’t Barb drive you home last night?”

“No, Barb decided to stay.” I walked home.

“She stayed?”

Nancy’s surprise causes me to look at her fully for the first time today. I glare at her. “Yes, to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.”

“I didn’t see her when I left.”

“What? What do you mean?”

Nancy shakes her head. “I didn’t see her.”

Something unsettling swarms in my stomach but I push it down, shrugging my shoulders. “Maybe…she’s home sick. It was cold last night.”

“Yeah…” Nancy says, but she doesn’t sound too convinced.

The silence between us is awkward. The remnants of last night weighing heavy. I start to walk away hoping to walk to class before the lunch crowd tumbles in and I am caught in a storm of elbows and backpacks.

#stranger things rewrite #black fem reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #dianasinclair #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #sinclair!reader #eddie munson x female reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader

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100-sexiest · 5 months

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Current list of nominations ready for voting to find the most goonable celeb of 2023. Further suggestions can be sent via DM to @100-sexiest and voting will begin Jan 1st

Addison Rae

Alena Shishkova

Alexa Bliss

Alexis Ren

Alice Chater

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Amber Heard

Amelie Zilber

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Autumn Falls

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drawdownbooks · 4 months

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Who the Hell is Müller-Brockmann?

What are the underlying reasons for the success or failure of a design manifesto? How can cultural exchange bring new value to the field of graphic design? At the end of the day is the contemporary scene still truly innovative or simply basking in past glories?

Over the course of a residency at a London gallery, Swiss designer Demian Conrad invited an array of graphic designers and typographers past and present to share the anecdotes, stories and scandals that have marked the international design scene over the course of the last century. The result is Who the Hell is Müller-Brockmann? an examination of the ways in which the Swiss Style influenced British graphic design and vice versa.

This celebration of the ongoing dialogue and collaboration that has existed between the design traditions of these two countries also lays bare the divergences and conflicts that lie beneath the surface, and examines how such things as a typeface or a layout grid can come to have such an enduring impact on a global community and elicit such strong emotions.

Each participant was asked to bring a design-related artifact that represents their personal connection with the Swiss Style, all of which are presented in this volume. These images and the dialogues they generate create a bridge between the typographic traditions and practices of Britain and Switzerland.

With an essay by Adrian Shaughnessy

Contributors include Bruno Maag, Fraser Muggeridge, Freda Sack, Holger Jacobs, Michele Jannuzzi, Richard Hollis, Robin Kinross, and Sara De Bondt

Edited by Demian Conrad

Published by Niggli Verlag, 2022

Softcover, 208 pages, 150 images, 4.76 × 7.28 inches

ISBN: 978-3-72-121007-1

#graphic design books #typography books #graphic design history #Swiss Style #graphic design #Demian Conrad #Niggli Verlag #Draw Down Books

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And Jared and Holly no longer follow each other on Instagram. It is a bit of karma if anything because they managed to do a decent amount of damage to people around them and themselves just to attempt a relationship

Eh, I won't necessarily say it's karma - but like I've been saying from the very beginning, a relationship borne out of that much turmoil and drama rarely ends in a happily ever after situation.

#ProJared #Pro Jared #Jared Knabenbauer #Holly Conrad #hollyconrad #commanderholly

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Don't know if you're following Lolcow as of late, but the recent topic of discussion is them admitting to lurking in Jared's Discord server. They seem to be tracking everything on there from topics of conversation to who's in there or has left the server. This has apparently been going on since at least August, since one of them admitted "the trolls" (you know, the people in that thread) spammed a digital birthday card made to be sent to Jared with his nudes and pics of Heidi. The level of obsession they have with two people (they also track Holly's every move, including her recent Twitch streams) is off the charts!

I haven't been reading through lolcow recently. However, I'm unfortunately not surprised about them going to Jared's Discord or Holly's Twitch. :/

#projared #pro jared #jared knabenbauer #holly conrad #commander holly #lolcow #discord #twitch

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