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newsbites · 1 year
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NANAIMO — A lease agreement has been secured by a social service provider left without a kitchen and dining hall while a portion of its downtown location is redeveloped.
Salvation Army New Hope Centre executive director Jeffrey Baergen said the old White Spot restaurant at 130 Terminal Ave. will be used to cook food for their clients and other vulnerable community members.
He expected they’ll be in the new location by the end of the week, emphasizing it won’t be used to provide services directly and will be closed to the public.
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oldshowbiz · 8 months
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The Tiki Motel.
A Terminator filming location in Huntington Park.
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captaintrio · 13 days
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I'm not saying that kissing Kid til I'm weak-kneed and stupid would fix all of my problems. I'm just saying that it couldn't hurt to try, you know?
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aspeckof-stardust · 3 months
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pearcaico · 1 year
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Passageiros Embarcam no Ônibus, Terminal na Avenida Guararapes - Centro do Recife Em 1948.
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The Terminator (James Cameron, 1984) Lower Grand Ave Los Angeles, California (USA) Type: beam bridge.
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ncusa · 1 month
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aeros-lab · 4 months
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i want to make fire and silver into a comic because that would be super fun but also i have like.
book 1 vaguely outlined
book 2 even mORE VAGUELY OUTLINED
book 3 VERY CLEARLY OUTLINED
book 4 a tiny question mark in a field of nothing
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shadow4-1 · 1 month
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I'm just imagining being nervous around the 141 and yet STILL garnering their attention.
Like, you've done everything in your power NOT to get noticed. You're as happy as a clam to work on all the behind the scenes issues. You don't even go out on the field!
You're the one to get gear in place, you're the one talking to Nik and supervising the equipment repairs. You make sure the armory is stocked and that the showers aren't running with rusty water.
You really DON'T want any eyes on you.
You just want to do your job and do it in fucking peace.
So why the hell are they always wanting your attention?
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"There she is. Keepin' everything in order while 'm gone." Price chuckles, placing a hand on your back as he passes through the armory's narrow shelves. "Looking to take my spot as Captain hm, Love?"
You bury your face into your clipboard, trying desperately to ignore him. He's not going away but God do you want him to. His presence is always so overwhelming and his gaze so pointed. If you could shrink into nothingness you'd try.
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"Oi, Bonnie!" Soap calls out to you at mess. He waves his arms wildly, making everyone look his way. "C'mere! Sit w' us today!"
He's so loud his voice echoes across the cafeteria. Recruits and lower ranking members shrink at the sound of it. So do you, even though you can hear only excitement in his tone instead of the usual ire he employs while training the rookies.
You know that if you decide to sit with your friends you'll never hear the end of it. But if you choose to sit with him and the rest of the all star task force you'll be under their gazes for the better part of the morning. You want to just drop your lunch tray and run out, but on unsteady legs and a bowed head you shuffle to the table.
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"Well well, look who it is." Gaz huffs, looking up from his terminal set up in the surveillance room. "Thanks for packing those extra headset chords for me."
"Uh...yeah, no problem." You nod, trying to ignore him while simultaneously digging in an old box full of wires.
"Whatcha lookin' for?"
"Uh...a mouse. A wireless one."
"Here, take mine." He smiles, unplugging the tiny chip from the side of his laptop. "Need a new one anyway."
"It's alright I-"
"Just take it. You deserve it more than me." He hums, looking away wistfully. "If it weren't for those extra cords we wouldn't 'ave been able to call for evac on that last mission."
You take the mouse into your palm, feeling uneasy. Something about his demeanor isn't right. Gaz is always confident and sure. But the way he glances at you before he turns back to the computer makes you worried.
Is he...jealous?
You slip out of the door and close it behind you without making a sound.
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"Need t' put a bell on you." Ghost grumbles. "Can't hear you n' those."
You stop midway down the hallway, confused and nervous.
You look down at your old, beat up reg boots from your PT days. They were definitely in need for a decommissioning, but they were comfy despite the fact that the soles had no tread anymore.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You awkwardly mumble. "Need new ones."
"No."
You raise a brow at him. It was just the two of you in one of the maintenance hallways which was, ironically enough, poorly maintained. The overhead fluorescents flickered and made it hard to focus.
"Keep 'em." He nods, turning away and showing you the full breadth of his back. He mutters at you as while he keeps walking on.
"Keeps you under the radar."
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custommen-blog-blog · 2 years
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foone · 3 months
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A bunch of high school robots are sitting in class when the AV cart with the old CRT and VCR is rolled in.
It's time for an educational short film (produced in Microsoft 3D Movie Maker) from D. A. R. E., about the dangers of magnets.
"T0M-B1T was a regular guy with a lovely wife and 2.4 kids (one was still under construction), until one day he tried a magnet at a party. He goes to work the next day, but his job-disk has read errors, and his employment is terminated. He tries to go home to his wife and kids, but oh no! His map database is corrupt, and now he doesn't know where he lives! Now he's homeless, begging for batteries on the street. Don't be like T0M-B1T: don't do magnetism"
The final scene is a spinning 3d text object reading "magnets: not even once" while midi music plays.
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laxobafehitu · 2 years
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depoesiaypoetas · 11 months
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La maleta se hizo más rápido de lo que se había desempacado. Olvidé el bote de champú, el cepillo de pelo, una falda y un scrunchie, las sandalias también. El hogar que creía mío ya no se siente más hogar. La familia ya no se siente familia. Tomé la mochila y salí con lágrimas en los ojos y dolorcito de pecho. Nadie me siguió. De alguna forma hubiera deseado que alguien lo hiciera o al menos dijera algo tras la discusión familiar. La puerta no se abrió para decirme que me quedara. Si no hay cumpables, hay heridas familiares de las que nadie se responsabiliza, y he tomado una decisión quizás apresurada, pero necesaria, y no di la vuelta atrás. No soy católica pero creo en Dios y caminando por una hora me detuve en el parque de la iglesia lleno de aves y palomas donde el viento pega fuerte y los árboles murmuran con vaivén, he llorado por dos horas, el dolorcito en el pecho seguía ahí, hubiese querido que el aire me secara los ojos, pero como se sabe, cuando empiezas a llorar por una cosa lloras por todas las veces anteriores, y es difícil cerrar las fuentes. Una señora creo que intentó acercarse pero me hice bolita sobre mis rodillas y dejé que siguiera el raudal, ni siquiera la respiración me ayudaba. Y esperé un rato. Me despedí de los planes cuando me hube calmado un poquito, que había hecho con los amigos y familiares. Y recibí en el chat familiar un único mensaje de "ojalá algún día me entiendas", y el corazón se arrugó más, y seguí llorando un rato lentamente como quien quiere quedarse dormido y olvidarse un ratito. Tomé un autobús a la central para cambiar mi boleto y tomar el siguiente en regresar, debía esperar 4 horas y me quedé sentadita en la terminal, viendo a los familiares despedirse y a los amantes con besos en la frente y lágrimas en los ojos: la terminal sigue siendo de mis lugares favoritos, sigue habiendo amor honesto del que no hay en otro tipo. Y mi autobús salió de noche, con nada en mi estómago, los ojos hinchados y la opresión en el pecho. Llegué a la terminal norte y esperé 20 minutos para trasbordar. Viajo ligero pese a que mi mochila parece caparazón de tortuga, sólo tengo ropa, libros y dulces en sus bolsas. Son más historias las que me pesan al hombro que la carga física la que llevo. Dormí más tiempo y, al despertar me sentí extraña creyendo que todo había sido un sueño, pero ya estoy acá de nuevo; he llegado a un hogar que no se siente hogar por ahora llamaré mi casa. El dolorcito en el pecho tomará su tiempo en desaparecer, dicen mis amigos cardiólogos que es un Síndrome de Takotsubo, yo digo que el amor romántico no es el único que puede romperte el corazón.
Clara Ajc
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captaintrio · 2 months
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reasonably certain Kid's default setting is slouched in the chair one booted foot up on the table arm(s) up over the back of the chair like his biceps aren't already huge and I just feel like that's inconsiderate of him tbph
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wnderify · 3 months
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𝜗𝜚 WINTERS OVER.
live now think later au!
★ summary — day one of testing in bahrain and avery’s winter photo dump!
★ warnings — none that i can recall but feel free to point out any!
★ pairings — platonic! oscar piastri x fem!oc, platonic! logan sargeant x fem!oc, small luke hughes x oc?
★ disclaimers — this is an au! completely for entertainment purposes and not to be taken seriously. just enjoy and shut the hell up!
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williamsracing The American’s are out in Bahrain!
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user Get some real drivers!
user logan looks so good!
avery.walker feels so good to be back!
user walker, my 2024 champion!
logansargeant Heating up 🔥
user Walker isn’t a good driver. Terminate her contract!
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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avery.walker new york pizza, canes game, australia with my best friends, sunsets on kure. good winter spent well!
[tagged: logansargeant, oscarpiastri, canes, njdevils]
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user “best friends” 🥹 beach trio is so special to me.
georgerussell63 Americans are not real.
— avery.walker says the dude who walked 3 poles after the bar.
—— georgerussell63 Bar 💀
user hope you had an amazing summer!
logansargeant unphotographed; aves falling off the rocks at kure.
— avery.walker we don’t talk about that..
oscarpiastri great time this summer!
— avery.walker see you on the grid 🫡
user She likes hockey?
— user she use to play in middle and high school!
danielriccardio Hope you liked the zoo!
— avery.walker my favorite part was getting a banana thrown at me
—— oscarpiastri At least I apologized..
canes avery walker, huge caniac!
— avery.walker always! bring that cup home!
lhughes_06 nice to meet you! even if you were wearing the wrong jersey.
— avery.walker right jersey you mean. thanks for your warm welcome!
user she met luke oh my god!
lhughes_06 followed avery.walker!
avery.walker followed back lhughes_06
first post of this au! i’m so excited for everyone to officially meet avery who i adore so very much.
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groupieaesthetic · 1 month
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Santo Matías.
Eu não sei bem o que foi isso, mas tava vendo algumas coisas sobre Hilda Furacão e me veio a idéia. E de verdade, acho que o Matías seria um ótimo Malthus.
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Argentina. 1962.
Você se arrumava em seu quarto, pronta para mais uma noite repleta de músicas, bebidas e homens que te almejavam até a alma deles.
Foi uma batida na porta que tirou sua concetração.
''Entra'' Disse pacificamente com um sorriso
Quando a porta se abriu viu Enzo com o terno já colocado e a maquiagem impecável. Mas havia algo a mais nele. Seria preocupação?
''Eles tão aqui'' Ele disse rapidamente
''Quem?''
''A igreja toda! Aquelas velhas malditas, os esposos delas. E ele, (seu nome)''
Rapidamente você se levantou. Sabia muito bom de quem ele estava falando.
Terminou se perfumar e foi com Enzo para a porta do hotel. As demais mulheres da casa seguiam você, todas curiosas para saber qual seria o desenrolar da história.
Chegando na entrada do hotel conseguia escutar eles rezando a Ave Maria, mas quando te viram se calaram.
O céu estremeceu e a chuva começou. Mas aquilo não iria te impedir de confronta-lo. Nem ele de tentar lutar contra você.
''Vá embora satanas! Que Deus lhe castigue por seus pecados!''
Todos a sua volta riram, incluindo você.
Lentamente desceu as escadas olhando para ele.
''Quem é o satanas?'' Perguntou cinicamente ''Sou eu o satanas''
Ele continuava com a cruz levantada sob a cabeça. Te olhava fixamente, nem sequer piscava. A chuva fazia o cabelo dele cair sobre a testa, e aquela bendita vestimenta parecer mais pesada ainda.
''Todos te chamam de santo Matías, mas por que?!'' Chegou perto dele e pegou na cruz puxando o corpo dele para perto de ti ''Que milagre você fez para ser considerado santo?''
''Nenhum ,mas você será o primeiro!"
Os dois se encaravam. Então pela primeira vez você percebeu. Todos chamavam Matías Recalt de santo, mas ele era um homem. De osso e carne.
Sua presença fazia ele perder o juizo. Olhava para você como mulher, não como um pecado. Mas, mesmo que você fosse um pecado, ele se juntaria a você, ao seu corpo... ao prazer que você poderia proporcionar...
''Me responda! Você acha que é homem pra me enfrentar?'' Gritou com ele que apenas segurou seu pulso e te fez soltar a cruz
''Eu sou! E eu vou te provar. Vou tirar de você essa desonra que vive em sua alma pecadora!"
''Duvido eu que você não pecaria'' Com um sorriso você engoliu a seco e olhou bem nos olhos dele. ''Vamos Matías, me diga, não cairia nunca na tentação da carne?''
Foi ali que ele parou. Te olhava assustado, como um carneiro olha para um lobo que vai ataca-lo.
Não, Matías não iria resistir a você. A tua carne. Teu corpo.
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