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backoverthehill · 37 minutes ago
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Strecker Memorial Laboratory
Strecker Memorial Laboratory, funded by the Strecker family, was built in 1892 and was the second structure on Roosevelt Island in New York City designed by Frederick Clarke Withers. Hidden by the ruins of the smallpox hospital, that I covered in an earlier post, the Romanesque stone building was once home to groundbreaking work in understanding disease in the early 20th century. It was created as the first laboratory in the country devoted exclusively to pathological and bacteriological research. The laboratory was constructed as a support laboratory to the larger City Hospital nearby. The first floor had a room for routine examination of specimens, an autopsy room, and a mortuary. The second floor was used for more detailed research and experimentation. A third floor was later added in 1905 to include a facility for histological examination, a museum, and library space. In 1907, the lab became home to the Russell Sage Institute of Pathology. When the institute relocated, the laboratory continued working until it closed its doors in the 1950s. Strecker Memorial Laboratory was placed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1972.
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ahlite · 51 minutes ago
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decorating her teapot has received slightly obsessive focus since she got it; it’s something for lumine to do that feels productive and not in service to someone else — which is something they’re slowly coming to resent.  it also gives them a nice place to hide away when they’re miserable and don’t want to see others, which is an increasingly frequent happenstance as it sinks in how little they can depend on the people of this world.  they spend most of their time laying around listlessly, and chubby is a bit worried.
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milfharrystyles · an hour ago
Beck have you seen that clip from tfatws ep 6 with the isolated audio when Bucky said he would like to live with Sam because... because. Because!
I have!!!!! every day sebastian stan wakes up and thinks how can I terrorise gay people
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queen-of-lazarus · an hour ago
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nothing's ever lost forever | | |
while visiting with her ( rather moody ) friend, calliope bares witness to something she can lend her ( rather weird ) help with
"I lost it!" Colleen wails dramatically, erratic as she flips her couch cushions ; wavy hair flying about as though there was a gust of wind. But the only whirlwind here was the disco dancer, Calliope notes fondly. Perched in the kitchen with a hot brew warming her chilled finger tips, sharp eyes stalking the girl's movements.
She's distressed— a fact that always pains the helper's soul. Though Calliope is not moving about mindlessly, her mind works with the sole intent on helping Colleen find what she lost. A knock raps her head and the aged face of the helper brightens, lips pulled into a tight smile as she reaches at her shawl. There she plucks out a spare pin she always pinches on the cloth, head whirling about for the sight of flesh red.
"Ahem," she politely noises, knowing how she could startle the dancer. When she's graced with an irritated flushed face, Calliope continues in her soft whispers. "I could be of assistance..."
Being eyed with annoyance and uncertainty is something she's very used to, so she doesn't flinch while Colleen eyes her. "Getting up and looking would 'be of assistance'!"
When Calliope simply blinks at her words, the dancer sighs. Brushing her hands through her now tangled hair as though she'll pull it out.
"Okay, okay! I'll bite. Just— help me, please?"
And who could ever say no to such a look, with the woman pulling off shiny wet eyes that belonged only on the cutest puppy. Her heart flutters and she stands gracefully ; hands folded respectfully in front of her ( hiding her pin ) when she closes in on her friend. With quick words she asks what's lost, leading to Colleen pointing sharply at her bare ear. Earrings. Calliope nods curtly and sets off for the kitchen, the shreds of her dress floating behind her with movement. A bewildered dancer follows close behind, eyes squinted comedically with her suspicion.
And when she asks, "Where do you keep your assortment of fruits?" Those squinted eyes widen with disbelief.
"What are you talking about? Fruits? How will that help?" Colleen looks close to pitching a fit, angled chin clenched. But when the helper sends her the rarest of looks— something sharp and serious ; well, she bends.
Soon her slender digits are closing around the bumpy round shape of the very fruit she required. An apple. Plump in her grip with ripeness. Yet Calliope doesn't look at it with hunger, staring at the apple with distaste more like. When she holds her pin over it she says something that she knows will spoke her friend, but it must be done.
With a vicious tone, Calliope snaps. "I pin the Devil!" Before stabbing the pin into the thin skin of the fruit.
As a prickle of clear juice slips out, Colleen turns pale. Calliope puffs out her chest and throws the apple carelessly onto the counter, smiling with triumph. She had pinned the Devil. Her friend's belongings would appear soon. When she looks at Colleen expectingly, her dancer stares wide-mooned back. Not at all fazed by the normal reaction, she busies herself with brushing her wild raven-locks over the slender dip of her shoulder.
"Your earring will appear sometime in the next three days."
A slender brow on her friend's angelic face twitches, "Huh."
Doesn't sound like a question, so she smiles wider rather than bothering to explain. Not like Colleen would be keen on the education of witches and their firm beliefs anyway, considering her scrunched nose whenever the helper brought it up. She knows her friend doesn't believe in her faith, but she also knows this will really help. Though she appears well kept, Calliope was secretly a scatterbrained mouse in her own messy quarters. And everytime she did this 'spell', her lost item would mercifully appear shortly after. It's guaranteed to work for her dear friend.
Colleen keeps staring at the wounded apple, then Calliope. Apple. Then Calliope.
Well, Calliope retracts her steps, maybe she should do some explaining.
( Either way, two days later, Colleen excitedly calls her about finding her earrings— apparently on the counter where the apple once laid. And Calliope smiles while the dancer debunks what they're both thinking )
( .... They agree to brunch tomorrow, Colleen's treat )
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theartsofrust · an hour ago
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sweetheart-the-drunk · an hour ago
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There’s a rocket hurling from the sky with a minuscule (albeit still probable) possibility of killing me, will any of my friends check in or profess their unyielding love for me? Yeah that would be a resounding no sarg. 😒
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staticspaces · 2 hours ago
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Inn on the River
Part two of the video is out, check out the link below!! And if you haven't subscribed yet, what are you waiting for!!?
https://youtu.be/YzRYVQ7re3k
Last post from this abandoned hotel...not that anyone is interested! lol Either way, if I have time to get the photos ready, I will post another abandoned motel I have visited in the past!
In the previous video, we looked at the main building which housed what would have been the motel lobby, the dining room and the gift shop.  Today we will see what the rooms looked like.  Full of retro decor and and an unbelievable amount of natural decay, this was one of those locations that was extremely photogenic!!
Update: There have been a rash of fires in the same area of this motel over the last few days, I have heard of three others nearby at other abandoned properties.  This sheds some light on to who likely started the fire that destroyed this motel's main building.  A lot of people suspect it is the owners/developers that do this sort of thing, sometimes to lessen the cost of demolition, for insurance purposes or to get rid of a heritage building but this is often not the case.  Usually it is kids who get into these places and are playing with fire, sometimes it could be a homeless person trying to keep warm but in the case of this particular building, I have no doubt that it is a serial arsonist in the area given that it is not an isolated incident.
This motel which opened in June of 1959 and sits on four acres of land.  It was considered a resort at the time that offered many amenities such as a restaurant with (dine-in and take out service), dairy bar (which as far as I can tell has been gone for some time), souvenir shop, outdoor swimming pool, mini golf and a games area.
In 1989 the owner applied for a zoning amendment to permit not one but two 14-storey towers to be built on the 1.6-hectare property, the city denied the zoning change and blocked any future development for one year.  Two years later after the owner appealed the decision to the Ontario Municipal Board, the ruling fell in his favour, unfortunately by that time tourism in the area was slowing and the development proposal was put on hold.
Abandoned for over a decade, I searched and searched to find out when this motel closed but the best clue I could find was that someone had stayed there as recently as 2006.
On April 10th of 2019 at approximately 7pm the main building of the inn caught fire and firefighters were able to salvage most of the building.  After the fire there was a gaping hole on the tallest part of the structure allowing for the elements to enter and further degrade the building. Despite this the building was still structurally sound and had suffered relatively minor damage considering the circumstances.  Fast forward to May 1st, 2021 at about 730pm, another fire broke out in the same building, this fire was substantially worse than the first one and although firefighters tried to battle the blaze it proved to be too much and by the following day the building was nothing more than a pile of rubble!!
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Listen, I know they have no actual intended connection but “Leaving like a father” (or “Leaving like your father” as I like to sing) and “You turned into your worst fears” are very connected personally and live rent free in my mind.
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zzct · 2 hours ago
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the pain of not liking resident evil 5-8 and not being able to play 4 bc it makes me motionsick
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