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wicke2deer · 11 days
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I can edit shit, but the main goals were to overlay on Rust "I'm a diva" and my post post meta meta irony to mix girl riot genre with quote about police impunity
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bubbleteagrunge · 2 years
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hey does anyone want a ticket to thick/skating polly/bad waitress at space ballroom on sept 7th? willing to let it go for less than face value or even free
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punkrockmixtapes · 1 year
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Listen/purchase: Let's Get Fucked Up! by Bad Waitress
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ribcageteeth · 1 year
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Listen/purchase: What do I want? by Bad Waitress
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popofventi · 1 year
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VentiSongs | November 2022
November 2022 Playlist featuring new songs by Mhaol, Dream Wife, Bad Waitress, Cass McCombs, Weak Signal, Quasi, Pile, Ghost Funk Orchestra, Jam in the Van, Sway Wild, Daisy the Great, The Brevet, Paolo Nutini, First Aid Kit, Bonny Light Horseman, David Myles, Steady Holiday, Phoebe Bridgers, Wilson Trouvé, Paul Thomas Saunders, Cigarettes After Sex and James Blake
1 | “Asking For It” | M(h)aol
Ventipop previously featured M(h)aol back in October of 2021 - “Gender Studies”
Pre-order M(h)aol’s debut album ‘Attachment Styles’, out Feb 3rd 2023 via @tullecollective booking: [email protected]
linktr.ee/mhaol
2 | “Leech” | Dream Wife
"Just have some fucking empathy"
Dream Wife
London, England
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Hasta La Vista” & “Sports!”
3 | “Racket Stimulator” | Bad Waitress
Bad Waitress
Toronto, Canada
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Manners”
4 | “Vacation From Thought” | Cass McCombs & Weak Signal
Cass McCombs
Concord, California
5 | “Queen of Ears” | Quasi
Quasi
Portland, Oregon
6 | “Loops” | Pile
"You are building your brand You are splitting the difference You are making demands"
Pile
Nashville, TN by way of Boston, MA
Probably your favorite bands favorite band
7 | “Your Man’s No Good” | Ghost Funk Orchestra
"...the type of throwback album that retro soul fans will devour with its easy-flowing warmth, charm, and spirit."  -- Glide Magazine
Ghost Funk Orchestra
New York, New York
A mixture of psychedelic oddities, big horns, soulful vocals, and uncomfortable time signatures.
New album A NEW KIND OF LOVE out now
8 | “Chimney Fire” | Sway Wild (with Jam in the Van)
Sway Wild
San Juan Island, Washington
9 | “Glitter” | Daisy the Great
Daisy the Great
Brooklyn, New York
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Record Player”
10 | “Will You Wait” | The Brevet
The Brevet
Irvine, California
11 | “Through the Echoes” | Paolo Nutini
Paolo Nutini
Paisley, Scotland
12 | “The Last One” | First Aid Kit
First Aid Kit
Stockholm, Sweden
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Fireworks”
New album PALOMINO out now
13 | “Someone to Weep for Me” | Bonny Light Horseman
"And I dreamed of Jacob's ladder When I laid me down to sleep And the souls all risin' and fallin' Through the whole of eternity I was named after my father In a long line of nobodies And all I ever wanted Was someone to weep for me"
Bonny Light Horseman
American Folk Trio
Previously Featured on Ventipop: “Deep In Love”, “California” & “Summer Dream”
New album ROLLING GOLDEN HOLY out now
14 | “It’s Only a Little Loneliness” | David Myles
David Myles
Fredricton, Canada
New album IT’S ONLY A LITTLE LONELINESS out now
15 | “Can’t Find A Way” | Steady Holiday
Steady Holiday
Los Angeles, California
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Living Life” & “People Take Pictures of Each Other”
16 | “So Much Wine” | Phoebe Bridgers (covering The Handsome Family)
"Where the state highway starts I stopped my car I got out and stared up at the stars As meteors died and shot cross the sky I thought about your sad, shining eyes I came back for my clothes when the sun finally rose But you were still passed out on the floor"
Phoebe Bridgers
Los Angeles, California
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Walking On A String”, “Kyoto”, “ICU”, “I Know The End”, “Summer’s End”, “Nothing Else Matters”, “Silk Chiffon”, “Atlantis” & “That Funny Feeling”
17 | “In Memory of Rina Lukita” | Wilson Trouvé
Wilson Trouvé
Brussels, Belgium by way of France
18 | “Heartlands” | Paul Thomas Saunders
Paul Thomas Saunders
Leicester, United Kingdom
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Cruel”
19 | “Pistol” | Cigarettes After Sex
Cigarettes After Sex
El Paso, Texas
Previously featured on Ventipop: “Don’t Let Me Go”
20 | “Say What You Will” | James Blake
"And I'm okay, no, I can drive myself I've been sobered by my time on the shelf And I've been normal And I've been ostracised like a comet Blazing through an empty sky"
James Blake
London, England
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caycanteven · 7 months
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Don Balsam ref I? I think?
Cant believe the mafia version got a “ref” before his actual one LOL.
Balsam has a powerful hand in the medical field in his part of the city and some parts outside it depending on alliances. If an unfamiliar subordinate ends up in one of "his" facilities, it's not uncommon to hear from a another boss or even a Don looking for "cures" for their family who got in a pretty bad tussle. Don Bal doesn't really show himself in public unless it's to visit his favorite diner—or his favorite waitress, and meet for business. People who know his practices well nicknamed him "The Doctor.”
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abueloier · 7 months
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twitter is good sometimes
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pedro-pascal · 1 year
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FOOD IN MOVIES
WAITRESS (2007) PART 1
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cassiomaximo · 2 months
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Read the plas valentine oneshot thing. Am a hater. A lazy one
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thetrolltolls · 7 months
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my multiverse of madness
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genocidehim · 1 year
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Bien llegao (Lalo Salamanca x waitress!Reader)
The owner's daughter of Michoacano seems to be used to dangerous men entering the restaurant, however, the presence of the new Salamanca managed to change her opinion.
notes: one-shot, use of pronouns she/her, the reader has mexican descent words: 1243.
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Mornings at Michoacano used to not be too stressful. Your father was quite permissive, and your schedules could adapt to any of your needs depending on the day. It was one of the advantages of the place being infrequently visited.
You weren't foolish, you knew perfectly well that the lack of customers in the restaurant was due to its reputation of being frequented by dangerous people. It wasn't something that was known, but it was an open secret, something that everyone sensed when they saw more than five Chicano with unfriendly faces walking in. Fortunately, that didn't mean danger for you and your parents, because you always knew that Hector Salamanca would look after your safety, especially when he was using your father's place to conduct his business.
But things had changed a bit after Don Hector's illness. Now, you didn't hang out much with the Salamancas anymore, Tuco had gone to prison, and you never saw the twins there again. It was only Domingo and Ignacio who still used the place every week, so you could still feel some security in that small restaurant.
It was a Thursday morning when your father asked if you could give him a hand in the kitchen. There were more customers than usual that day, and he needed someone who could serve and attend to them, even though he could normally do it all by himself. You got ready in comfortable and fresh clothes; you knew perfectly well that the heat inside the restaurant could be too much at times, and you preferred to avoid spending the whole day wiping sweat off your forehead.
When you arrived at the place, everything seemed normal. You could hear the voices of some customers and your father in the kitchen at the back. Domingo was also there, the only one who seemed to be contemporary with you and with whom you could talk more confidently.
"Buenos días, Domingo! You woke up early today," you said with your good Mexican accent, something that you still carried despite having lived in the United States for many years.
"Good morning, today there's a lot of work, isn't there?" replied the young brunette. You could tell that his attitude had changed to something more jovial and confident, nothing like his scared attitude when he was with Nacho.
"Yes, finally! This place could use some movement."
Although you wanted to continue the small conversation, you heard your father calling you from behind with a stern voice. You quickly went to the kitchen behind the counter and listened carefully to his instructions: Chilaquiles for table 2, Enchiladas for table 1, and pozole for table 3. You nodded as you went to get your apron that would serve as a uniform, and while tying it around your waist, you continued to repeat the order of the dishes quietly.
Once ready, you returned to the kitchen and took two plates that would go directly to tables 2 and 3 while waiting for the next order to be ready. After about half an hour, you received the call once again from your father, and you knew that the food was ready. As you went to the place to pick up the plate, you heard the front door closing with some force, which angered you a little because it was something you had already warned those men from Salamanca about. They were allowed to use the restaurant for their businesses, but they had to be careful with the place.
Still with the plate in hand, you returned to the main area of the restaurant and took the last plate to the table, stopping instantly to scold the man who had just entered.
"Don't slam the door! Handle it with care," you scolded in a stern and somewhat angry tone to a man you hadn't properly observed yet.
He was a man slightly taller than you, and from his tanned skin and facial features, you could guess he was some South American or even a chicano. The Americans in this place usually don't look that... cálidos.
You noticed that he was a man in his forties due to his gray hair and the curious gray line that covered one of the main locks on his head. You almost trembled when this man looked at you and smiled.
"Excuse me, miss" his accent confirmed your deductions, but the tone of his voice was almost surprising.
Although you tried to keep yourself busy with your work, you couldn't help but pay more attention to him than you should have. Now this man was saying some words in spanish and was inviting the customers who were still there to leave the place with the excuse that "the restaurant would be closed for the rest of the afternoon." Although you wanted to protest and ask him why he was taking the liberty of giving orders in your restaurant, you saw your father in the distance with a look of terror as he seemed to try to tell you not to open your mouth, or that's what you understood by reading his lips.
When your gaze landed on Domingo, you knew it was something to be afraid of. On the other side of the restaurant, you heard your father cordially greeting the man he called "Mr. Salamanca."
A shiver ran down your spine as you realized you had just scolded and shouted at a Salamanca, the type of man who should not be questioned. Now you seemed to have seen a ghost, so pale that even your limbs felt cold. The man who had just entered stopped your father and gave him orders to stay out of the kitchen while he prepared himself a "almuercito" (lunch). You almost wanted to say something about it, but your father's stern look stopped you in your tracks.
From where you stood, you could see this man named Salamanca approaching you with a broad smile on his face that you were unable to imitate, you were too anxious to look pleasant. "Is she your daughter?" the gray-haired man asked your father as he pointed to you with his thumb. "Yes, she works as a waitress," your father said somewhat nervously. "Que lindura! A family business" he said, turning back to you and giving you a quick glance. His eyes seemed to be two deep lakes that you would be afraid to drown in if you looked at them for too long. "I'm sorry, corazón, but I'll take this for a few minutes. You take a break."
Before you could utter a single word, you saw this man bring his hands behind your back and felt him untie the knot of the apron you were wearing, taking it off you just so he could put it on. If his arrogant attitude wasn't enough to unsettle your nerves, his hands were capable of making you tremble, something he noticed. "I'm Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo" he introduced himself in a jovial manner as he tied the apron around his waist. "Do you want something to eat, reinita? I'll make some chilaquiles."
"No, estoy bien" were the second words you said after the scream a few minutes ago. Now your voice was much lower and less demanding, something that made him laugh. "Believe me, I'll make you such a good lunch that you'll die for it." Would he be able to do that…?
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Sorry if this was too long or badly written😩😩 english is not my first language!!
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cheruib · 7 months
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moment i stepped out of the house it started pouring but now im safe (and soaking wet) inside a cafe drinking an americano and studying 📚
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silverview · 4 months
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charlie & dee & the chain
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happyk44 · 7 months
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Lmao more about Grover aging at a rate of 0.4 instead of directly by half (12/28 = 0.4285). This is also assuming that Grover is only aging physically slower, but his mental/emotional capacity ages chronologically and with experience.
But anyway Grover has to get a fake ID to go to bars with Percy. When Percy turns 21, they realize ah shit Grover looks 16ish once they pull up to the club and immediately get turned away. Grover does have an official ID with his actual birthdate. In the past as a Keeper for Percy, Bianca and Nico, he also had a fake ID with an adjusted birthdate for whatever age he was supposed to be. He doesn't have either of those IDs anymore (he had to get a new one for B&N because Percy's would've put him at 14 and he needed to be put into 12 year old Bianca's class), so it's not like he handed over the fake one.
But the bouncer gives him a once-over and is just, "yeah no". They try to argue but the bouncer is like "if you wanna fight on this, I'm gonna keep your ID and call the police" so they give up (or rather Grover makes Percy give up because he got that look in his eyes and getting arrested on his birthday is not a birthday gift Grover wants to give).
In the end, they skulk around to some minimart and grab one of each alcoholic bottle with a weird name or label that they can find, are grateful the cashier doesn't seem to care that Grover looks 16 and barely even looks over his ID when he flashes it. Then they huff it back to Percy's apartment and taste test each drink on the floor of Percy's bedroom, because the whole point of going to the bar was to taste something that wasn't cheap beer stolen by the Hermes cabin.
Grover has a wildly fantastic tolerance for alcohol and Percy discovers that he is a lightweight.
The next time they try to go to a bar, Grover is sporting a temporary glamour from the Aphrodite cabin to make him look older. About half way through, they ring up Annabeth to make her do the math on how old Grover would have to be to actually look 21, and then the math on how long that would take because neither of them can subtract double digit numbers. Percy rediscovers he is a lightweight and, when the glamour finally starts to wear off, has to be carried back to his apartment by Grover, which makes for a ridiculous image of what appears to be a disabled 15 year old carrying around a grown man who won't stop talking about how much he loves his friends, including said disabled 15 year old.
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raayllum · 10 months
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I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate If I'm just tossed around by fate? Like on an unexpected date? With a stranger who might talk too fast Or ask me questions about myself Before I've decided that He can ask me questions about myself
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hella1975 · 8 months
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'fucking brunch' 'FUCK brunch' i love this show
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