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biteofcherry · 6 months

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Okay, I lied. It's me again! 🫠🤤🥵

Since Kindergarten Teacher!Ari Levinson got paired up with a nice Aunt to a cute niece, what kind of pairings would the following have in that same Kindergarten School? How would they meet up and how would they hook up?

1) Administration Officer!Lloyd Hansen - He's also in-charge of the Secretaries, Nurses, Receptionist, etc.

2) Maintenance Coordinator!Curtis Everett - He's in-charge of the Bus Drivers/Supervisors, Utilities, Security Guards, etc.

3) Principal!Steve Rogers - He's in-charge of Academics and Administration

4) Accountant!Bucky Barnes - crunching numbers

5) Public Relations Officer!Ransom Drysdale - includes Marketing

6) CEO/KG Consultant!Andy Barber - He's the head honcho

7) Kindergarten Teacher!Nick Fowler

I don't know if you're aware, but I've been naming you evil goblin Anon. Turns out the goblin is occasionally a softie, who doesn't only want to see me suffer 😜

In reference to kindergarten teacher Ari.

Under the cut because my reply turned out long. Also some of these are fucking hilarious 😂 really, better not be drinking when you read it, especially Lloyd and Nick 🤣

Lloyd - of course he's in charge of all the secretaries, receptionists and nurses, I bet he has a different one for every day of the week (weekends included) 😎 He likes to undo buttons on women's clothes, but loves to push buttons even more. And what a better opportunity than meeting with an OSHA inspector! In reality, Lloyd makes sure everything is perfect when it comes to regulations, nothing needs to be improved, but he just loves the faces you make when he plays a careless asshole. His smirk when you stare at him, unsure if he was joking or being serious about leaving some wires for the kids to play with. At the end of inspection Lloyd makes a comment that usually after being poked and probed at the doctor's he gets a lollipop, but what you'll give him instead after your probing 🤣 Lloyd instantly knows he hit the jackpot with you, when he said in a low tone "I've never violated OSHA regulations at work, but I can violate you a bit later, if you want me to, Sunshine" and you moaned.

Curtis - Your catering company is newly hired to prepare meals for the kids of that kindergarten. The staff can also get the meals, but you've noticed Curtis never joins others at the time of meal. You've made some inquiries, if perhaps his meal wasn't paid in advance, but it turned out it was, he just ate it much much later (apparently after everyone was gone). So one day, after helping out dishing out all the food to hungry kiddos and the staff, you take Curtis' portion and go around looking for him. You find him in the far corner of the playground, sitting in the sun and eating a small sandwich. Turns out, Curtis avoids shared meals, because he's aware the kids are a bit scared of him (he's big, dressed in dark clothes which often get dirty from all the maintenance work he does, and has some visible scars). So he eats alone and later takes his catering portion back home. Somehow, since that day, you end up sharing lunch with Curtis. And one day he asks, if you'd maybe like to also eat dinner with him. In a restaurant.

Steve - gets me, because I said so 😏 Seriously, tho. Steve ends up with a doctor/nurse. It's a completely outside of kindergarten meeting, however it's because of the kindergarten. Steve ends up in your ER after getting into a fight with one of the fathers (it was a complete mess, Andy almost went completely gray because of it). When he tells you he got into a fight you almost roll your eyes, because you're so done with aggressive men. But then he mentions he punched a kid's father after learning he was abusing his kids. And he didn't care if he was going to lose his job, he doesn't tolerate any bullies, but especially ones hurting children. It wasn't a part of medical treatment, but you were ready to suck his dick right then and there. Instead, you offered him lunch (and went down on him afterwards...)

Bucky - he's a nerdy, focused, hot as fuck cutie who ends up with a fellow cute, nerdy accountant. You managed to get into kindergarten's accountant on internship, though they usually hire only Bucky. He's half your colleague, half mentor and 100% the hero of your needy dreams. There's occasional flirting, but Bucky won't cross the line as long as you're an intern. So you spend your working hours being dutiful, but also talking over your passions or new discoveries, or funny stories. You kinda meet Bucky's sister, because she tends to call at least once a week and he just puts her on speaker - which led to you occasionally joining their conversations. Then in the evening you lie in bed and get yourself off, imagining Bucky. Then your internship ends and it's almost heartbreaking that you won't get to see him daily. Bucky asks if you'd like to do a small send-away, which ends up just the two of you in a nice restaurant and then a stroll and ice cream, and then you losing count of your orgasms.

Ransom - I never even thought kindergartens have PR officers. If it's a private one then I get it, I guess. But I don't think Steve would run a private one, so we just going to assume Ransom does marketing for them as an annoying favor (while also having his main job for a different company). Still, pro-bono or not, Ransom is adamant on maintaining his level of professionalism, which means his level of snobbish. You're a single mom who is very engaged and critical. Steve doesn't have to rein Ransom in, because you're there, marching into his office with complaints about making the new website of the affordable kindergarten look as if it was for upper class only. There are a few other occasions when you clash with him, until the annual kids' photoshoot comes. You're ready to argue with Ransom again, expecting him to organize some snobbish royal type of stiff photoshoot, but instead it's a carefree, happy chaos at a mini zoo. And Ransom is there in simple jeans and softest looking sweater, holding a fucking baby goat. You bluntly propose him sex, because you really really felt like fucking him. What starts as a few hot booty calls turns into something more serious.

Andy - poor Andy needs someone to help him survive this kindergarten from hell that he's running. The kids are great, but his staff is causing him gray hair 😂 You meet Andy when you write your dissertation and set up a meeting with him to talk about economics in educational systems. During your interview Andy notices that while you ask very smart questions, you seem bored by it all. It's quite unprofessional, but you admit to him that you chase your degree, because you always thought you want to make a big career. But the last few years, especially since you've been visiting some kindergartens when doing research, you've found yourself longing after that - having kids, caring for them and for a household. You blurt out to Andy that you get so very excited about doing decorations and baking for the holidays and if you could that would be your daily reality. It hits a certain spark in Andy's housewife kink, but he simply comments that you can always make that dream come true after getting your degree. He also asks you to give him a call when your paper is finished. And you actually do. You're so proud and happy (including being happy that it's over), then Andy invites you to dinner. Few months later you end up married and pregnant and happy to stay at home.

Nick - first of all, when I thought of Nick as a teacher the only thing that came to my mind was:

🤣🤣🤣

seriously, I bet he's the one teaching kids about secondary locations

So I went with that thought. Nick is a teacher, but not of one group of kids. He's hired to do safety drills and teach how to call an ambulance, or what to do if you know something bad is happening to another kid. He's also there when groups go on trips. But he occasionally can be too cool about it, aka too brusque. Kids love it, but you - a fellow teacher - try to keep him in line. At a kindergarten's funfair, where Nick helps kiddos throw balls to dunk principal Rogers, you eat too much funnel cake (well, you tell yourself later it's because of all the sugar) and drag Nick into an empty classroom for a quickie (insert a joke about taking him to a secondary location🤣)

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universitypenguin · 2 years

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The Staircase Dilemma

Summary: Trial preparation with Andy leads to a risky experiment.

Word Count: 3,506

Warnings: Discussion of moving a dead body. Discussion of possible trial arguments in a murder case. Suggestive content, inappropriate for minors, but no out right smut. Only appropriate for 18+ readers. No minors. Foul language, angst. Mentions of virginity.

Note: This is reviewed and edited, but has not been beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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“He physically couldn't have done it," Andy said.

Lloyd crossed his arms.

"He absolutely could have. It’s only five flights of stairs to his apartment. Security cameras were down and the security guard on the front desk was flirting with the delivery woman.”

"Her body would have been dead weight. Carrying her up five flights of stairs would have been impossible with only a ten minute time frame.”

Lloyd snorted. “You spend too much time in the pool and not enough on real workouts.”

Andy's eyes narrowed, but he didn't take the bait.

“Remember, this is a pre-war building. The stairs are steeper and each flight is 27 steps. That’s 135 steps, total, to reach his floor.”

"I could do it in four minutes. He had ten. That's plenty of time to move a body."

The amount of confidence with which Lloyd delivered the statement was a bit concerning. You had to wonder if he had practical experience on the subject. Andy must have reached that conclusion as well because he sent you a sidelong glance. You looked at your notes to avoid meeting his gaze.

"What size did you say the victim was?" Lloyd asked.

Andy repeated the information. The young female victim was about your height and weight. Lloyd turned and scanned you up and down. He smirked.

“How about an experiment?”

You raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing where he was headed.

“What kind of experiment?” Andy asked.

"Come on, Princess," Lloyd said.

He pushed off the wall he’d been leaning against and held out a hand to you.

“Whatever you have in mind, I object,” Andy said.

You let Lloyd help you out of the armchair you’d been curled up in and stretched to ease your stiff joints. Lloyd placed a hand on your waist to keep you steady. You caught a glimpse of disapproval on Andy's face at the casual touch.

“What kind of experiment did you have in mind?” you asked.

“There are 29 steps per story in this building. It’s 145 steps up to Bishop’s office. If I can carry Princess up in under five minutes, you have to drop this line of argument.”

“That’s ridiculous and unsafe.” Andy looked at you for back up. You shrugged. “Y/N, these stairs are just as steep as the ones at the crime scene. If he falls, you’ll break your neck.”

“I won’t drop you. Come on, let’s go.”

The three of you ended up in the stairwell, looking up towards the fifth floor.

You hadn’t doubted Lloyd’s ability before, but faced with the steepness of the stairs, you were less persuaded. He might have been too hasty in his estimation of the suspect’s physical ability. This wasn’t an easy climb for anyone, let alone for someone hauling a dead body.

“Okay, how do you want to do this?”

You directed the question to Lloyd.

Andy replied. “You’re not doing it. Besides, it would sway the results because you’re not dead. The weight will be different.”

“Not that much. The only way he could have moved fast enough is if he used the fireman’s carry.” Lloyd turned to you. “Get on the floor.”

You made a face. “This floor hasn’t been cleaned in like, a year. If you want me to get on the floor, it’ll be in the lobby.”

Andy planted his hands on his hips. “There are five different kinds of OSHA violations occurring right now.”

“Possibly six,” you said, and giggled.

Despite your own misgivings, you stepped out into the lobby and laid down.

“Alright, you’re a dead body, so act like it,” Lloyd said.

You couldn’t help but snicker. He sent you a mock serious look, but his dimples were showing.

“No helping him,” Andy said, observing from the threshold of the stairwell.

Lloyd moved in front of your feet. He bent down and grabbed your knees, pulling them into a bent position. Bracing his hand on your left knee, he grabbed your right hand. Then he hauled you up and over his shoulders in a single movement. His left arm slid between your legs and around one, as your crotch settled right against his shoulder. He stood up and shifted the hand he’d grabbed so it was tucked against your front leg, the one dangling over his shoulder.

Lloyd turned to Andy. “Time starts now.”

“Time started when you picked her up.”

Lloyd moved forward, and you tensed as he approached the stairs. He patted your leg.

“I’ve got you.”

It wasn’t him you feared slipping, but your nerve. Your bravery levels were dropping rapidly. Heights weren’t your favorite. Regardless, you’d been distracted by the idea of being on Lloyd’s shoulders, and that had blocked the fear. To counter it now, you screwed your eyes shut.

Andy chuckled. “How’s the ride?”

“I didn’t know Lloyd was so tall.”

Lloyd laughed. The hand on your knee slid upward, over the back of your thigh. Your breath caught. Fortunately, you could cover it as stress, since he was ascending the first landing.

“Okay, Princess, let’s get this over with fast. How does that sound?”

“Okay.”

Your response was squeaky, but you trusted Lloyd. More than that, his hold was remarkably secure and his steps were certain. You were getting more comfortable up high, even though the stairs were very steep. You slit open your eyes and saw Andy a step behind, grinning.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“Kind of. Looking down these stairs makes me dizzy.”

Lloyd adjusted your weight on his shoulders and suddenly tightened his grip. Then you were rocked by momentum as he picked up the pace on the second flight. You couldn’t help but squeal in alarm. He turned up the third landing and increased the speed even more. Andy’s shoes slapped against the cement stairs as he followed.

“See? More than halfway there,” Lloyd said as he mounted the halfway turn toward the fourth level.

You squeezed his shoulder and he slowed. “Doing okay?”

“Yeah,” you said.

You sounded more breathless than Lloyd. He chuckled and bounded up the fourth flight of steps.

“Three minutes,” Andy said.

“Hang on, Princess,” Lloyd said.

You braced yourself, just in time, as he ran up the last flight of stairs with a powerful burst of speed.

The most impressive part of the whole experience was that even when he was running, at no point were you concerned about being dropped. Lloyd’s grip was secure and the arm around your knee was ridiculously sinewy. You’d admired him from a distance for years. You knew he was strong, but being laid across his muscular shoulders, with only the light fabric of his polo shirt and your blouse separating you, was different.

Lloyd reached the top step and turned to Andy. The bearded man stood halfway down the stairs. On accident you looked over the inner railing. It was down, down, and down to the hard concrete of the ground level. Dizziness hit and suddenly, you were clinging to Lloyd for dear life.

He squeezed the back of your knee.

“Doing okay up there, Princess?”

“Uh… yeah… I just looked over the railing by accident.”

“Shut your eyes,” Lloyd said.

“How about getting her into the apartment?” Andy said. “He lived in the middle of the hallway. That’s an extra minute at least.”

Lloyd scoffed. “Thirty seconds is more like it. Come on.”

He pushed the stairwell door open and entered the hallway. You shifted, your left hip strained by the unnatural position. Lloyd squeezed your thigh again. The touch sent a shiver of awareness through your body. It traveled up your inner thigh, through your groin, and made your pussy clench. The ensuing rush of wetness had you biting your lip hoping the pain would distract you from the intense wave of arousal.

“Almost there, Princess,” Lloyd murmured.

He stroked the back of your leg with his palm. You felt desire move like a flame through your belly as heat spread along your spine.

“Five minutes and twelve seconds, damn it!”

Andy’s voice startled you from the spell.

You gasped when Lloyd shifted you to his right shoulder and lowered you to the floor. Blood rushed to your head. Lloyd’s arm wrapped around your waist at the same time you grabbed onto him.

“Who wants to explain what’s going on here?”

A new voice sounded. It came from behind Andy. You opened your eyes and saw Mr. Bishop at the end of the hallway. The fifth floor was his office. Except he was supposed to be in London right now.

“We were testing defense theories,” Andy replied.

“We’ve confirmed it would have been possible for Nathan Ross to carry his fiancée’s body up five flights of stairs and into the apartment in less than ten minutes,” Lloyd said.

Bishop raised an eyebrow. You tried to ease away from Lloyd, while still holding onto him for balance.

“Aren’t you afraid of heights?” Bishop asked you.

“A little,” you said.

“She’s dizzy,” Lloyd said.

He pressed his hand against your back. The third point of contact helped you balance, but it weakened your knees for other reasons. His cologne was spicy. It had a distinctive hint of ginger with something crisp and citrusy as the top notes of the scent. And right now, it was intoxicating you.

Bishop chuckled. “Alright. No more dangerous experiments in the stairwell, please. We’re definitely not insured for that.”

“There was no risk,” Lloyd said.

“Our insurance adjuster probably wouldn’t see it that way,” Bishop said.

He made his way past you, his sharp eyes taking in Lloyd’s hand on your waist. Your face heated, but you didn’t move away. Staggering like a drunk fawn without Lloyd’s support would draw even more attention.

“Good luck with the trial,” Bishop said to Andy as he passed.

When he disappeared into his office, you and Andy heaved sighs of relief.

Lloyd chuckled. “You should have seen the looks on your faces.”

“Let’s go back downstairs,” Andy said.

“Let’s,” you seconded.

Lloyd stuck close on the elevator ride down to your floor. You were only a little unsteady now. It had nothing to do with heights, but the scent of his cologne. Once identified, it had become like a rag filled with ether over your face. You felt unsteady and weak from the aroma. It couldn’t be blamed on the cologne but rather the rush of hormones that had superheated your blood. Just standing beside him in the elevator made you hot and needy.

Your phone chimed with a message from Aiden. He wanted to go to a club tonight. Given that you were all but panting after Lloyd, to the point that your panties were ruined, it was time to make your excuses. You confirmed you’d meet him at the club in an hour.

In Andy’s office you collected your notebook and pens. You turned to the men who were settling in around the desk for another brainstorming session. They didn’t really need you for this part.

“I have to go. I have a date with Aiden.”

Lloyd grunted. “At this time of night?”

“We’re going to Blackbird.”

“Be careful. Text someone if you need a ride,” Lloyd said.

‘Text me’ went unsaid, but was understood.

Down the hall, in the privacy of your own office, you coached your breathing. Slow and even breaths eventually calmed your racing pulse.

You weren’t sure what this reaction was. All you knew for sure was that it had been the most powerful sexual chemistry you’d ever experienced. From scalp to toe, you were still tingling with awareness. The inner muscles of your sex fluttered uncontrollably with a little pulse. The sensation became sharper the longer it went unsatisfied, until it was a throbbing ache. You clenched your thighs and whimpered.

Aiden.

You had a date with Aiden. Your boyfriend.

Perhaps these feelings Lloyd had stirred up were what you needed to get past your hang ups. You just needed a spark to jump in head first. Thinking of your boyfriend poured cold water on the lustful inferno. If you’d been thinking clearly, that might have been a red flag. But the haze of desire hadn’t fully cleared. You wanted to drag Lloyd into a janitor’s closet and maul him.

Did you have a strength kink? It might explain your lackluster reaction to Aiden. None of the boys you’d dated had been nearly as built as Lloyd. Then again, they didn’t have the age for such development. He was solid in the way only a man was long after puberty had faded.

Even ignoring his age, Lloyd's confidence gave you butterflies. He was honest about who he was and how he felt. You didn’t have to guess with him because he’d tell you anything, if asked. The unsparing truth could sting but he never split hairs or stood on ceremony. Lloyd always paid attention to your feelings. He made you feel safe. You wished you could bury your face in his neck and inhale the spicy, fresh cologne. You wanted to feel his muscles against your softness.

What would it be like if you were meeting Lloyd tonight, instead of Aiden? You imagined that you’d skip the club and go straight to your apartment. You’d be ready to lose your virginity if it was with Lloyd. Aiden was your best option to lose it to, but even knowing that, your body didn’t care. You had to keep coaxing yourself into thinking you were relaxed and comfortable with Aiden. The illusion never lasted very long.

But Lloyd… he swept away your higher brain function. He flooded your body with desire and excitement. You couldn’t think when he touched you. And he did it unknowingly. What happened tonight hadn’t been intentional.

What would it feel like to be seduced by Lloyd?

You could imagine it clearly. He would look at you as if you were rare and special as he undressed you. He’d kneel as he took off your skirt. Then he’d lean in and nuzzle the wet spot on your panties. You quivered, imagining the hot breath he’d exhale and how it would affect your entire body when he rubbed his nose over the sticky cloth. You would beg, because this was Lloyd. You wouldn’t be able to suppress the need. He wouldn’t allow less than your absolute pleasure. You imagined him towering over you, pushing you onto the bed.

He’d leave his trousers on, but his chest would be bare. You could feel his rough hands running over your body, exploring your waist and breasts and thighs as he spread your legs. He would lean down and kiss you. His fingers would pluck the tight buds of your nipples, one at a time. Your knees shook as you tried to imagine how he’d suck on your nipples. Would he lick them? Would he use his teeth to scrape and bite? Or would he gently nibble and suckle until they were soaked in his saliva?

Fuck, you could almost cum from imaging it.

He’d want to taste you. You imagined he would kiss his way down your belly to your throbbing pussy and strip away the soaked lace. He’d tease. You knew he liked to tease. And when you finally pleaded, he’d lick you. He’d work his broad tongue over your pussy, delving into the folds, and making his way up to your clit. Would he just start sucking? Or would he taunt you with flicks of his tongue? You suspected he’d do all that and more. He’d bury his face in your cunt and eat like it was a delicacy.

You shuddered and slipped your hand into the waistband of your skirt. Your head fell back on a wave of relief when you touched yourself.

He’d be on top, even for your first time. If he was your first, you wouldn’t tell him. He’d spook if he knew. He’d lift your knees, pushing them back to your shoulders, and mount you in a dominating position. His thighs would pin yours down as he guided himself to your entrance. You’d have to put your anxieties aside and act like you were ready for this part. He’d undoubtedly pinch, maybe even hurt a little, as he joined with you. Imagining the sting of pain and the feeling of having your body parted by his thickness made you rub faster. You wanted it. You wanted him. He’d go deep. He’d be relentless as he fucked you. You wondered if he was vocal, or if he talked dirty. You wondered if he’d bite your neck or suck your nipples as he worked his body into yours.

Like a bolt of lightning, your climax hit. You gasped and shuddered on the wave of pleasure. You felt shaky when it passed, dazed by the quick bolt of relief. It wasn’t enough. You already felt empty again. You knew your body would be in a state of hyperarousal for the rest of the night. Your needs were too strong and they couldn’t be satisfied alone. But asking Lloyd for help with your virginity was out of the question.

It was risking too much.

You collected your purse, checked the time, and headed to the elevator. From around the corner, you overheard male voices. As you waited for the car to arrive, you moved closer

“How do you feel about her new boyfriend? Zach said he’s a total punk.”

Andy spoke to Lloyd, his voice loud enough that it was obvious they thought you’d already left.

“He is. But she’s not terribly interested in him. The guy’s a headache and I can tell she’s losing her patience.”

“Good. I know I’m crossing the line here, but has anything ever happened between you two?”

“No. And it never will - we’re just friends.”

Your heart sank. You couldn’t hear Andy’s reply. Resigned, you boarded the elevator for a date you already wished you hadn’t arranged.

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Down the hall, the rest of the conversation you couldn’t hear went like this:

“Is it because you’re friends? Or is it because you’re wrapped around her finger?”

Lloyd grunted. “It can’t happen. She’s too young and we work together.”

“She wasn’t dizzy. That unsteadiness was because you had her ten kinds of hot and bothered.”

“What?”

Andy smirked. “An unlined bra and static cling make everything visible through a silk blouse.”

Lloyd’s face was impassive, but a muscle twitched in his jaw.

“That girl needs to get laid something fierce. I guess it’s good she has a date,” Andy said.

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That night, Aiden’s phone was hacked. He received a fake message about a work emergency and sent a text explaining his absence. You never received the message, because it never left his phone.

Lloyd justified his actions as necessary to protect you. You would develop feelings for Aiden if you slept with him. He knew you were too soft hearted and if he became important to you, Aiden would hurt you.

It was an ugly scheme, but it was Lloyd’s duty. He had to protect you. But even protection didn’t explain why he parked in the alley behind your apartment building to make sure you got home. He chose not to examine his actions too closely. Yet, they gnawed at his gut. Five years of therapy had given new life to a conscience once buried in the recesses of his mind. Over the next few days that conscience pulled double duty.

No one would ever know what he’d done to Aiden, and by extension, to you.

But it felt wrong. He needed to do better.

Lloyd promised himself that he wouldn’t make this a habit. He’d confront you directly at the next opportunity. You were his closest friend, besides Zach, and if he wanted to keep you, he couldn’t risk playing games like this. He’d take you to dinner and express his concerns about Aiden.

He would do the right thing… next week.

Next week turned into two, then three weeks. Work was busy. The defendant Andy was trying to get acquitted fled to Mexico while out on bail. Lloyd and Landon ended up going to Veracruz to retrieve him. Through these weeks, Lloyd ruminated on the possibility that you were attracted to him.

Andy had been utterly confident in his assessment of your reaction. For weeks now, Lloyd had woken up every morning with a raging hard on as the thoughts circled in his mind. He worried about the reliability of his self-control when he was alone with you again. But next time he was alone with you, lust wasn’t an issue.

He found you crying in your office because of Aiden, and his conscience was cleared. He had protected you, even if it was accomplished through underhanded means. Protecting you was his duty. It was his right.

Lloyd took you to dinner that night as he’d planned. Neither of you had any idea of the drastic turn your relationship was about to take.

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 11 months

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Ashes O'Reilly ran osha-official

Is this some sort of Tumblr lore I don't know about because I live under a rock

-mod andy

#the mechanisms #shitty mechs hc #mod andy #ashes oreilly

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eltristanexplicitcontent · 4 months

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Poles, as opposed to pantographs, were by far the most popular means of current collection for interurban lines in North America. The pick-up is held against the live overhead wire with about 28 points of pressure applied through a spring-load3d trolley base mounted on the roof. (This is why they are called "trolley cars" -- much to the amusement of the Brits 🛒). 2-rail DCC in HO scale may or may not have a live overhead, but getting the pole on the wire is one of the most fiddly bits of model railroading ever...

"Poling" is something else entirely, where freight cars are shunted ...with a pole! One end of the thick pole is seated in a cast iron "poling pocket" on what the Brits might call the buffer beam of the locomotive and used to push against the same poling pocket hardware located on any corner of every freight car. Tight radius, incompatible couplers, adjacent tracks -- all problems that poling solved. Obviously not OSHA compliant, but it was railroading!

Andy Gautrey has done a bangup job of modeling North American traction -- Yakima Valley Transportation Company's General Electric interurban steeplecab freight motor and other very typical equipment and operations that were archetypal of electric lines, especially those that engaged in a large amount of interchange freight business.

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More vids on Andy's channel -- seems he's moved on so look for oldest vids…

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howlingblaster · 8 months

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“Andy why do you have a mini first aid in all your bags?”

1. My mom got a ton for free bc she coupons

2. I restock them bc have you ever cut urself somewhere with no bandaid? It sucks. Multiple times this has help me and strangers who happen to be within earshot of me asking for a bandaid

3. I need Advil on hand at all times. I have also given advil to coworkers/strangers in need.

4. I keep benydrl on hand bc what if someone around me has an allergic reaction to something? This thankfully hasnt been utilized however i have been in unfortunate situations prior where having some would have offered quicker relief to someone.

5. Bayer is good to have on hand. It really is an effective heart attack aid and im incredibly thankful i havent had to use it but! Again!!! Nice to have

Does everyone need to be as prepared and overly anxious as me?? No not at all please dont feel guilt or obligation to do this.

However, in your own home? Please do so for your health and safety.

FYI: please know where the first aid kit is at your place of work. Dont have one? In the USA that is an OSHA violation. Jsyk. Maybe casually mention that to your super if you’re comfortable with that. I say this as the guy who saved a former bosses ASS when i found out our first aid kit (for a very busy office / event hall) had only products from the 80-90s.

#whining

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Andy: So I was just having a conversation with Jinxx about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere! Jinxx: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time. Andy: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why???? Jinxx: Exhaust? Andy: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA. Jinxx: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole… Andy: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive. Jinxx: We're onto something here! Andy: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole. Jinxx: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole. Andy: His lightsaber does though. *Jinxx thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes* Andy: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side. Jinxx: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side. Andy: Fair point.

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Commercial Roofing Services in Syracuse NY

Commercial Roofing Services in Syracuse NY If you're in need of commercial roofing services in Syracuse, New York, it can be difficult to find a reputable and cost-effective contractor. But you don't have to spend your time searching endlessly. The right roofing company is available in Syracuse, New York and is ready to help you. CentiMark is a trusted name in the roofing industryCentiMark has a longstanding history in the Syracuse, NY area, servicing residential and commercial clients. Its associates are trained and OSHA certified and have extensive experience with different roofing systems. The company is fully insured. As a result, it understands the stress and hassles that accompany a roofing project, and is prepared to handle all sorts of projects, from small home renovations to large-scale industrial projects. CentiMark is fully licensed and insured, following a stringent safety plan. Their technicians follow GAF standards and only use the highest quality materials for their projects. They are also experienced in repairing damage to roofs, and can install ice-blocking protection underneath shingles. JKS Home Improvement is a family-run businessJKS Home Improvement is a family-owned business with 55 years of experience in the field. The company specializes in complete home remodeling projects from top to bottom. The team does not use subcontractors and is committed to supplying energy-efficient materials. The company's expertise extends to preventative maintenance. They provide ventilation services and can perform preventative maintenance on roofs. Shaffer Building Services is a family-run businessIf you're in need of commercial roofing services in Syracuse, New York, you may want to look into Shaffer Building Services. This company has been serving the community for over 45 years. Its employees are experienced and knowledgeable when it comes to different types of roofing. These professionals can repair and replace damaged roofs as well as locate the source of damage. They also offer a variety of additional services such as roof coating and ice flashing. The company was founded in 1939, and its skilled team of professionals offers a variety of roofing services including roof repair and sun tunnel replacement. They also offer metal fabrication services. Andy and Pat Shaffer, the owners of the company, have extensive experience in commercial roofing and are GAF certified. Capital Home Improvements is a home improvement and construction companyCapital Home Improvements is a General Contracting company that has been helping people build equity in their homes since 1979. We specialize in transforming homes through home improvements, such as kitchen and bathroom remodels. We also specialize in custom building. Our staff is experienced in working with a variety of materials, including brick, vinyl, metal, and more. The process of home improvement and construction can be tax deductible for some projects, depending on the scope of work. However, there are parameters that must be met in order to qualify. For example, if you're planning to resell your home, the work done on your home may be tax-deductible. Depending on the scope and cost of your project, you may be able to take advantage of tax-exempt opportunities to make the most of your investment. However, if you're planning to renegotiate your home, it's important to understand how the updating process will affect your resale value. Infinite Roofing is a commercial roofing serviceInfinite Roofing provides a wide range of roofing services for commercial properties. They specialize in asphalt shingles, metal roofing, seamless gutters, skylights, and more. They are also trained and certified by OSHA. Infinite Roofing has over 20 years of experience in the industry, and they are a GAF Master Elite contractor and an Owens Corning preferred contractor. Finding a reputable commercial roofing service in Syracuse, NY can be a challenge. You'll want to work with a company that's reasonably priced but still offers excellent service.

The biggest mistake you can make is to hire an inexpensive, unlicensed roofer who doesn't have experience with commercial roofing.

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designersgreys · 2 years

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Andy anderson

#Andy anderson license#

He is the vice-chair for the American Public Power Association Information Technology subsection. Andy shoots award winning black and white, and color, pictures for Communication Arts, PDN. Andy serves on curriculum advisory boards for both Pitt Community College and East Carolina University, as well as advisor to the North Carolina Partnership for Cybersecurity Excellence (NC-PaCE). Specialized in location, portrait, and lifestyle photography. He is active in the community supporting A Second Helping and Third Street Academy. The precision of Andy Andersons refreshingly innovative skateboarding tricks are next level, exciting & epic Ruth Farrar.

#Andy anderson license#

He also possesses a North Carolina General Contractors License and OSHA certifications for both construction and general industry. He holds a Master of Engineering degree in Electrical and Computer Science from North Carolina State University, a Master’s degree in Occupational Health and Safety from East Carolina University, and a Bachelor’s Degree in Construction Management from East Carolina University. Andy possesses 25+ years of experience in Information Technology, program and project management, and administration. Prior to joining ECU, he was employed as the Administrator of Information Technology Infrastructure for Vidant Health and led broadband deployment and maintenance efforts for Sprint Telecom. Between 20 he served as the Director of IT Network Services, Systems, and Support for East Carolina University (ECU) and the Director of Clinical Information Technology for ECU Physicians. Andy Anderson has been the Director of Information Technology (IT) since April 2020. Powell Peralta Andy Anderson Heron 7-Ply Maple Complete Skateboard 9.13 Free Shipping Skateboard, DCPASCSCD06 Old School Caballero Light Blue 80s Bones.

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galpalaven · 5 years

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Li’s an airbender, in case anyone was wondering ✌🏼

#evie's a metalbender and nox is obviously a firebender #kira's always been an airbender #new friend osha is a waterbender #akasha and ash are fish people but theyre actually both lightningbenders #other new friend rowan is a nonbender #ravan's a firebender and andi is a nonbender #but everyone seems pretty interested in li so he gets the Big Post lmao #my surana was a bloodbender

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Old Friends

In which Andronikos Revel looks up an old friend for some fun and possibly realizes something about the Sith he's been running around with. Borrowing @starrypawz's Sith Inquisitor, Lyee.

Andronikos Revel x Elessabeth Oress (F!Bounty Hunter)

Involves pegging, a lot of f-bombs, and friends with benefits under the cut. THIS IS SMUT, LEMON, GRAPEFRUIT, NOT OSHA-COMPLIANT, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO CALL IT.

“Got a cigarra?”

Andronikos stirred, rousing himself from a half sleep he hadn’t realized he was in. His eyes opened to the body laying beside him; Elessabeth snickered as she tossed a damp towel towards the other side of the room. “Going to sleep on me already?”

“No on both counts.” Andi groaned and sat up. “I quit smoking. Thought you did too.”

Elessabeth rolled her eyes. There was a spectacular hickey on her neck that he didn’t remember giving her, but a lot had happened since they’d tumbled into the cheap digs. Shit, he’d needed that.

“I guess you’re not going to tell me where you’ve been for the last few years.” He heard her, but Andi was more focused on the curves moving in front of his eyes while Elessabeth stretched her arms over her head. Unless he was remembering wrong, she’d softened a little in the time since he’d last seen her, in all the places he liked.

He sighed through his nose. “Long story.” He might not have been ready to go again, and he’d blame getting older for that unfortunate fact, but he could still appreciate what was right there. “There’s better stuff to catch up on.”

Elessabeth laughed with a half-snort tacked on the end. “And you’re acting like you haven’t gotten any since the last time we got together. Quit.” She pushed his hand off of her thigh, where he’d busied himself with apologetically rubbing the crescent-shaped divots his nails left behind. Andi looked up, and fuck, she had the look, like she always did when she just somehow knew something.

Her mouth opened barely, but she stayed silent and turned on her side towards him. Shit, they didn’t love each other, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss Elessabeth after all their time apart. In between prison and deserts and Sith bullshit, a dose of his favorite crazy woman was just what the doctor ordered.

Elessabeth sighed quietly, running her fingers over Andi’s arm with something like affection. “You look more like an old man.” A smile barely broke across her lips as she spoke. “And you look a little… sad.”

She was on to him, and toying with him like a cat with a mouse. “Lissie…”

“You didn’t look me up just for some reunion sex.” It was a statement of fact, even if he didn’t think it was close to the truth. Her finger trailed across the outline of his facial tattoo, a memory of younger, stupider days. “So, who’d you run here to forget?”

“I didn’t run.” Andi countered weakly. “Come on, don’t, how about another go for old time’s sake?”

Elessabeth put a finger to her lips, a mocking imitation of deep thought while Andi floundered. “I’m gonna guess… Hardass, with a heart of gold, but not too goody-goody, and you pretended you didn’t like them for ages but now you’re pretending you’re not smitten by getting under me for a while.”

“Amazing,” Andi forced a laugh, “Everything you just said was completely wrong.”

“A domineering brunette who doesn’t take any of your shit. An homage to yours truly.” She was laughing now, and something in her laugh was forcing a chuckle out of Andi, her husky voice a contagion infecting him with a bit of lightheartedness.

“Quit,” He managed through a chuckle.

“A Devaronian who faked his death and is mooching credits and a bunk off of you?.”

“What?”

“It’ll get worse until you tell the truth,” She hummed in singsong, propped up on her hand with a look that promised she meant what she said.

“You’re a real pain in the ass sometimes.” He grumbled.

“Not if we use enough lube, I’m not.” Shit. That suggestion made the little bit of blood making its way back to his brain reverse course back to his dick. Not fair.

Not fair, but not something he’d pass up.

“Put your money where your mouth is.” A grin split Andi’s face, first at the prospect of another good, hard, fuck, then at the look of surprise on Lissie’s face.

Surprise turned to an equally pleased grin. “Seriously?” Lissie sat up halfway.

“Seriously.” Andi’s grin was threatening to hurt his face.

“You want me to fuck your ass.” Lissie stated, not asking, one thin eyebrow cocking incredulously.

“Missed it almost as much as I missed your tits.” Andi attempted to grab a handful of said tits to prove a point, but Lissie was already standing up and heading across the room.

She must have been hunkering down in the hotel for a little while, or a couple of weeks at least. Lissie’s clothes and a couple of weapons were scattered around the room, with other objects that made the room look almost like someone’s home, but just careless enough to look like temporary digs.

Judging by what she was pulling out of a duffel bag, she’d been planning to have company around.

“You don’t have Old Reliable?” Andi gestured to the phallic object in Elessabeth’s hand. Not that he minded the swap- it was impressive that she’d managed to find a dildo that nearly matched her skin tone to perfection. Comparing himself to the toy, Andi really couldn’t be sure who was the more impressive one without a closer look.

“Lost in transit somewhere.” To pair with the dildo, Lissie had in hand a fairly basic-looking harness; It was made of black leatheritis, or something similar in texture, because of course it was, this was Lissie, after all. “But I think you and my friend here-” She fit the dildo into the harness- “should get along splendidly. Say hello.”

Shit. She started putting the harness on, and it shouldn’t have been so hot, but Andi had gone a long time without a really good fuck. Not to mention there was some nostalgia hanging in the air between them. It was familiar, waiting for Lissie to get herself suited up with butterflies of anticipation tingling in his groin.

Just like old times, Andi thought with a chuckle. Back when he’d first met Lissie, she’d been dancing for a run-down club in the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa, barely old enough to be shaking her ass for a room full of drunk patrons, but wise enough to keep herself mostly out of trouble. Her Imperial accent had been stronger then, so refined she’d earned the nickname Duchess from the night crowd. Everyone had their own theory about where she’d come from; Whether she was a runaway daughter of an Imperial general or some kind of disgraced noble, she never said. Andi had caught some pieces of her past here and there, but the faint chivalrous streak he’d picked up somewhere encouraged him to keep those bits of information close to his heart.

“Quit spacing on me,” Lissie tapped Andi’s thigh, jerking him out of his haze of sentiment. She’d crossed back to the bed and knelt over him, gently guiding him to spread his legs to accommodate her generous hips. A bottle dropped to the sheets from her free hand; Andi had no time to sneak a peek at the label before Lissie was pressed along the length of his body, generously sized breasts pressing against his chest and her lips meeting his. Stars, it was almost gentle, how she was kissing him, compared to what they’d done, what she was probably about to do to him, and the fact that her toy cock was jabbing into his flesh-and-blood one.

“Hells,” Andi yelped, squirming away from the touch of cold lubricant. “At least warm that up first!”

Lissie rolled her eyes at his protests. “Quit being a baby.”

“Let me stick my hands in ice and shove them up your- fuuuuuck.” Andi let a threat die on his lips as Lissie began preparing him, her thigh propped between his and her hand working him open with gentle intent. It had been ages too long without anyone taking care of him like this, and that just made it so much harder to be around the Sith girl-

Andi bit his lip. He didn’t want to think of her right now, why bother imagining the innocent and unattainable one when he had five-foot-eleven of warm and willing Elessabeth pinning him down and getting ready to (hopefully) screw his brains out?

Damn it, now he’d mixed both women in his head and that was going to fuel some awkward half-boners for the next month.

“Keep that up and I’ll find something to gag that big mouth with,” Lissie warned playfully, giving her fingers a twist and pumping into Andi a little harder than before, drawing a strangled cry out of him. “All good?”

“Amazing.” He didn’t think he had another full round in him, he’d really just suggested going again to get Lissie to stop probing him about She Who Lissie Doesn’t Need To Know About (and get her to probe him somewhere else), but one hand prepping his ass and her other playing up and down his torso had him perking right back up to full attention. “Good, really good, Lissie, stars-”

“How do you want to do this? Because I’m kind of in the mood to bend you over.” Lissie sat up and back on her heels, grabbing the lube bottle again to smear a generous, lovely coating of clear gel over the dildo still bobbing between her thighs.

Andi goaned and sat up, he would rather lay on his back where he’d been so warm and comfortable, but there was an incredibly short list of people in the galaxy who could get him on his hands and knees, so he was inclined to seize the opportunity when it came up. “Can’t even look me in my ugly mug when you fuck me, huh?”

Lissie rolled her eyes before grabbing Andi by the hips, guiding him back towards where she knelt in the center of the bed. “Wish you had some hair to grab,” She joked, running her nails over the back of Andi’s scalp and forcing a shiver down his spine, “Deep breath.”

Andi did as he was told, feeling the blunt press of the dildo against him before he felt himself being stretched open and he forgot how breathing worked. “Fuck yes,” He groaned, grabbing a handful of bedsheets in each hand, anchoring himself as Lissie pushed and worked him from behind. He had never been ashamed of one damn thing he was into in the sack, but trusting someone to fuck him this way… Lissie pumped her hips and he lost his train of thought.

“Don’t forget to breathe, baby.” Pressing the entire length of her warm body to Andi’s back, Lissie nuzzled her lips against his ear, her soft, deep, whisper sending another rush of tingles down his spine right to the point where she was breaking him open. A slow roll of her hips had Andi gasping, tugging on the sheets and pressing back against her to prolong the sensations.

“Stop teasing me,” Andi ground out, “Come on, I’ve taken it harder in my sleep.”

“Uh-uh-uh,” Lissie tried and failed to sound innocent, but nobody could sound innocent with a cock up someone’s ass. “First things first.”

Andi had a brief moment of confusion before Lissie stopped thrusting completely, still pressing her body against his back so tightly that he had no room to push himself back against her, and one strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed. “What the fuck are you-!”

“Tell me,” Lissie demanded with a strong nip of Andi’s ear, “Who you ran here to get off your mind. And don’t tell me there’s nobody, because I’m not that stupid.”

“Come on, don’t start-” Andi’s protest was cut off with a yelp when Lissie snapped her hips into him. “I said I don’t-!”

“Mm-mm, I don’t think so,” Lissie said sing-song, giving Andi’s cock a light, teasing, stroke. “Come on, tell me all about them and I’ll make it worth your while.”

Andi groaned, defeated, but still horny. “She’s a woman. Now fuck me-”

“That’s a start.” Lissie kissed the back of his neck, starting to move her hips only slightly. “What’s she like?”

“Oh, stars,” Andi was losing a battle; It was hard to put up a tough-guy front when someone was fucking him, and the brain in his dick was overpowering the one up top. “Uh, pretty, and strong-” Damn it, just thinking about her had him harder, that was something new he didn’t have the mental capacity to unpack, then Lissie was moving an increment faster and thinking was even more difficult. He closed his eyes to try and focus, but no, an image of a brown-haired, ridiculously cute lady Sith swam in the front of his imagination.

“Sounds about right for you,” He could feel Lissie grinning against his neck, her hand around his cock beginning to pump in rhythm with her hips. “Keep going.”

“She’s- uh- got these big eyes, and, fuck, right there-” Letting his arms fold, Andi pressed his forehead to the bed, giving up entirely and letting the girl in his imagination mix with the pleasure buzzing his body and brain. Seemingly satisfied with his descriptions, Lissie guided one of Andi’s hands to replace hers on his cock, a silent directive to pleasure himself as she grabbed his hips firmly and-

Well, there wasn’t an artful way to say it, or Andi couldn’t think of it, because he was getting his brains fucked out. Lissie’s ample hips and thighs slapped out a filthy beat to accompany his incoherent, garbled, muffled moans and shouts. A younger him might have been stubborn and prideful, tried to show off and last longer, but he was no longer young, and no longer too full of himself (and at the moment, full of something he was certain was called the Fuckinator 5000) to pretend that getting off quickly was a bad thing. His hand worked his cock quickly, trying and failing to match the pace of Lissie’s pounding hips.

Somewhere in the depths of his imploding brain, he tried to tell Lissie that he was close, but all that came out of Andi’s mouth was a chorus of “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-!”

Lissie was definitely praising him, but her words were drowned out by the roaring in his ears as Andi jerked and came, spilling all over his hand and the sheets, spasming thighs barely able to hold him up.

“Thattaboy,” Lissie sighed, running her nails up and down the length of Andi’s sweaty back.

“Don’t try and get cute when you’re got a dick up my ass.” Andi groaned into the bed.

He couldn’t see her, but Andi was certain that Lissie had rolled her eyes as she braced a gentle hand on his lower back and pulled out of him. “Bit late for that, isn’t it?”

Andi was utterly and totally wiped out. As the bed shifted, less Lissie’s weight as she excused herself to the fresher, he let himself fall to lay on his side in a boneless heap, feeling the exhaustion one only felt when they’d been fucked within an inch of their life.

Also, there was cum on the sheets and Andi wasn’t inclined to lie in it.

Lissie emerged sans the harness, sporting faint pink marks along her fair skin where the straps had rubbed her hips and thighs, lines that Andi would have loved to run his tongue along if he thought he had any movement left in his body. “You could at least clean up, you lazy-”

“Shut up,” Andi yawned, but managed to lift himself up enough to get off the bed and begin pulling the soiled sheets off.

Somehow they managed to end up back on the naked bed, passably cleaned up, Andi flat on his back with Lissie’s leg flung over his. They weren’t snuggling. Neither of them snuggled. (Really, it wasn’t snuggling.)

“Happy now?” Andi muttered drowsily.

“Delighted.” Lissie purred, “Lyee sounds like a sweet girl.”

Andi felt his breath freeze in his chest, eyes snapping open to stare right at Lissie’s smug smile. “How’d you know her name?”

Lissie chuckled. “Dipshit. You were practically screaming it when you came.”

Andi let his head fall back onto the bed. “Fuck.”

“I already did. Now get some sleep, loverboy.”

#andronikos revel #Elessabeth Oress #Kathleen Writes #how long has it been since i wrote something this long #Andronikos/Elessabeth #Lemon Content

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The Off-Ramp/El Corazon/Funhouse, 109 Eastlake Ave E, Seattle.

A small place, it’s been a live music venue/bar since construction in 1910! During the 30s it was apparently a ‘race’ or ‘negro’ bar, but I’ve never found any firm confirmation of that, just word of mouth. That does make sense tho, then as now, it’s not in one of the ‘trendier’ spots.

Site of Pearl Jam’s FIRST show, everybody who’s ever played Seattle, played here. Soundgarden. Alice in Chains. Mother Love Bone. Mudhoney. The Gits. Gruntruck. Nirvana. The U Men. Everybody.

Dimly lit (getting good pics is a miracle), sweaty, dark, loud, tiny dive bar. The best place ever for the authentic ‘rock and roll’ show.

I noticed a photo of Soundgarden making the rounds and realized I’ve never told y’all about the Off Ramp, so here we go.

Pic 1) Original Off Ramp signage, at the Mopop, Sept 2019. This overlooks Andy’s statue in the Home And Away exhibit.

Pic 2) Flyer from 1991. Alice in Chains? Mookie Blaylock? What weird names these Seattle bands have!

Pic 3) Original outdoor signage in place, probably 1991 or 92, pic from the Rocket.

Pic 4) Front of the building, April 2018.

Pic 5) That’s the entire stage. All of it. Yup. That’s all. Pure power is concentrated! July 2018, before a FlannelFest show.

Pic 6) Soundgarden plays, probably Sept 5, 1991. Note the chicken wire wrapped around the sprinkler pipe in the upper right hand of the photo - this was due entirely to an earlier incident (probably the October, 1987 show) where Mr. Chris ‘OSHA’s worst nightmare’ Cornell managed to tear down the piping by swinging on it. Photo credit to Charles Pederson.

Pic 7) Pearl Jam’s (then Mookie Blaylock) first show, Oct 22, 1990. Photo credit (and our unending gratitude) to Karen Mason-Blair.

Pic 8) Sometimes you just don’t know who might show up. The bassist in this pic, from April 2016, is a guy called Hiro... Yup, Hiro Yamamoto, helping out in the band of the son of one of his friends from Stereo Donkey. Nobody knew he was going to be there, it was an electrified moment! These kind of things happen in Seattle.

Pic 9) Shenannigans go on with Hell’s Belles, September 2019. I’m squatting directly to the left of the sound rack seen in the pic above with Soundgarden to get this shot. Like I said, tiny place.

When I heard the place was in danger of demolition, I admit I MAY have decided to preserve a little bit of it. Picture 10. I’m not confessing to anything here but this MAY be the pull from the ladies’ room stall, second from the end. It fell off into my pocket. What can I say?

The current situation has everything on hold, the Off Ramp/El Corazon may come back, and we hope it does. So much history, so many memories.

This is our history.

#Grunge is not dead #grunge will never die #grunge #grunge history #the grunge tourist #grunge historian #soundgarden #alice in chains #pearl jam #off ramp bar #off ramp cafe #seattle #music #90s #mother love bone

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Letters From An American: Abbott Continues to Suck Edition and Chip Roy's A Moron

October 12, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

Tonight the House voted to raise the debt ceiling by $480 billion, which should keep the country afloat until December 3. The vote was 219 to 206, with all Republicans either voting no or refusing to vote.

Republican representative Andy Biggs from Arizona moved to adjourn Congress rather than take the vote at all. Representative Chip Roy (R-TX) said he would not vote to raise the debt ceiling because government spending funds “tyranny” over people’s lives. He complained about “a border that’s not secure,” “Critical Race Theory being taught to our children,” and a litany of other Republican talking points.

The debt ceiling needs to be raised not to pay for future spending, but for past spending, including the $7.8 trillion the Republicans put on the national tab during the four years of the Trump presidency.

Permitting the nation to default on its debts would crash the economy and destroy our international standing, likely for the foreseeable future. But Republicans are willing to do that if it means regaining power by playing to their base.

With Democrats in control of the national government, Republicans are retreating to the states to launch their bid to take back national power. Having cemented their control of Republican-dominated states with new election laws that suppress Democratic voting or give control of certifying elections to Republican boards, Republicans are much more concerned about challenges from the right than they are about having to moderate their stands.

This has made them increasingly radical. Today, on the day that CNN reported that official deaths from coronavirus have reached 715,000, Ohio Republican representative Jim Jordan tweeted that Ohio should end all vaccine mandates. That would include vaccines against diphtheria, tetanus, whooping cough, polio, measles, mumps, and rubella, among other diseases.

Texas governor Greg Abbott went further. He signed an executive order prohibiting “any entity” from enforcing a vaccine mandate in Texas. This was not just a play to anti-vaxxers, but a declaration that his state is supreme over the federal government. Last month, President Joe Biden announced vaccine requirements for all federal workers and contractors, and today, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) in the Department of Labor announced a vaccine or testing requirement for any company with 100 or more employees.”

This is not the first time Abbott has made such a demonstration. In June, he and Arizona governor Doug Ducey sent a letter to the other 48 governors asking them to send reinforcements to the southern border to do the job the Biden administration was, they wrote, “unwilling or unable” to do.

Six Republican governors answered their call with support that was more symbolic than powerful. Florida governor Ron DeSantis sent 50 law enforcement officers; Ohio governor Michael DeWine sent 185; Nebraska governor Pete Ricketts sent 24. Iowa governor Kim Reynolds sent “up to 30” National Guard troops; Arkansas governor Asa Hutchinson sent 40; and South Dakota governor Kristi Noem sent “up to 50,” allegedly funded by a private donation. She boasted of this deployment at the annual meeting of the Conservative Political Action Committee (CPAC) and on the Fox News Channel.

Those troops have been quietly brought home over the past few months, but their deployment demonstrated the states’ willingness to flex their muscles against the federal government and has forced the military into the center of the enforcement of right-wing ideology.

And, of course, the Texas anti-abortion law, S.B. 8, has offered a blueprint for other states to take away their citizens’ constitutional rights by turning over enforcement of the law to private individuals rather than the state. All constitutional rights—including all civil rights—could be overturned by vigilantes under this policy.

The Republicans’ resorting to cementing their power in the states echoes the path of southern Democrats in 1860. Aware they had lost control of the national government, they turned to radicalizing their states, then forced the states out of the Union quickly, before popular opposition could mobilize against secession.

When radicals took to the states to cement their power in 1860, the federal government had little power to stop them.

But in 1868, in the wake of the Civil War, Congress remedied that deficiency with the Fourteenth Amendment to the Constitution. That amendment increased the power of the federal government over the states to protect civil rights. It declared, “No state shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.”

That same amendment protected the sanctity of the national debt, declaring that “The validity of the public debt of the United States, authorized by law, including debts incurred for payment of pensions and bounties for services in suppressing insurrection or rebellion, shall not be questioned.”

#calling them shit stains is an insult to both shit and stains #thank you to whoever contributed that because I stole it from a follower ; )

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Science Fiction May: The Host (Review)

Not as good as Snowpiercer, buuuuut...

I liked this movie! It was a good sci-fi horror that fit some commentary in there, while also managing to be a gripping drama and a good look as the dynamics of a dysfunctional family in times of crisis. Plus, that ending was intriguingly sad and happy simultaneously.

In any case, I really enjoyed this one! It was a good time to be had by me, at least. And normally, I’d have more to say before jumping into the review in and of itself, but...eh, not really this time. Real talk, it’s a good movie, but I’ve not much commentary on the nature of monster movies that I haven’t already mentioned in the Recap (which is here, by the way). So, honestly...let’s do the Review, huh? I’ve got some more to say in there, I promise.

Review

Cast and Acting: 9/10

Gotta say, the family here is pretty likeable, each in their particular way. At the very least, the dysfunction family dynamic is very well captured, from Byun Hee-bong’s loving and forgiving patriarch, to Song Kang-ho's lazy-but-loving dad. Park Hae-il plays a great disaffected college graduate, and Bae Doo-na plays a good reserved and calculating sister. And amongst all of that, Go Ah-sung is fantastic, especially for a child actor, as the pre-teen daughter trying to survive. To be honest, all of them are pretty goddamn strong performances. So, uh...why the 8? Yeah, basically every other performance is a little over-performative. Maybe that’s just Bong’s direction or aesthetic, but it’s not terribly subtle. The American characters are the worst on this front, as they’re portrayed a little over-the-top all throughout. And, to be fair, that might be the point.

Plot and Writing: 8/10

It’s good...and also mostly pretty cliché. Not a death-knell, and not a knock against Bong Joon-ho, Ha Won-jun, or Baek Chul-hyun by any means! But this is a pretty standard story about a monster vs. man. Throwing in the virus subplot was interesting...although I question how necessary it was. If there was more tangible consequence for the American role in the creation of the monster, that’d be one thing, but...instead, the American officials just come off as really, really, REALLY FUCKING STUPID. Seriously, it’s an odd choice. But maybe that’s me being picky.

Direction and Cinematography: 9/10

No real issues here! This direction is pretty solid, unsurprisingly. Bong Joon-ho does an excellent job here, as does Kim Hyung-koo with the tense cinematography. Maybe not perfect, but it’s definitely still fantastic. ‘Nuff said.

Production and Art Design: 9/10

If I had any specific complaints, it’s probably the look and design of the Gwoemul, or the monster. And it’s...fine. It’s fine. It really is. But I also can’t claim that it completely hold up. I realize that the creators don’t have the resources of ILM or Weta, but...wait...wait, Weta Digital was involved? Like...THE WETA was involved? These guys?

...Huh. I mean...that’s really cool, but I can’t say that it shows. And OK, maybe the comparison to Rise of the Planet of the Apes is unfair because that came out far later, but...I mean, Gollum there came out before! I think the real issue is that Andy Serkis didn’t play the monster. Classic mistake there, you guys.

Music and Editing: 8/10

Not gonna lie...I don’t really remember the music. I remember thinking it was good, but I don’t remember the music (by Lee Byung-woo). Like I said it was good, if not terrifically memorable. Kim Sun-min's editing is similar: good if not wholly memorable. And again, I think there are issues in how the film is put together, but I don’t really blame Kim for that. And the sound editing in this movie was QUITE solid. Somehow, I remember that much.

86% it is!

I’m a big fan of these “science-gone-wrong” films, although this is more about willful negligence than anything else, huh? Not quite the purposeful creation by an idealistic creator, and more of a “FUCK YOU OSHA” sort of mistake, with consequences. Always read the MSDA, kids. Could save your life (by not creating a monstrous fish-mutant that kills you and your family).

Now, from here, if you’ve been watching the blog, you know that the next movie was another film about scientific achievements turned against their creators. Violent delights and violent ends indeed.

May 5, 2021: Westworld (1973), dir. Some Dude

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