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tomorrowingray · 11 days ago
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biteme323 · 3 years ago
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trek-tracks · a year ago
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This is how you wind up with a trash can lid where your organs should be, Sulu
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lotstradamus · a year ago
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the image of manchester united being dumb lil shits at your hotel has very much made my evening, thank you. (though i am sure you do not feel the same on this being actually on the receiving end.)
omg I wasn’t allowed to talk about it when I worked there, and then when I left I just plain forgot because I have no cause or desire to think about football, but for your entertainment here is my personal favourite story SLASH NIGHTMARE that happened to me: 
the hotel is within walking distance of Old Trafford, so when Man Utd stayed before games they were sharing the hotel with four other floors all packed full of - if we were lucky - mostly oblivious fans. naturally, they arrived at the quietest possible time, through the back, and didn’t leave their floor. as front office staff we weren’t allowed, under pain of yell, to confirm the presence of Filthy Rich Twenty Year Old Pro Athletes in the building. Manchester Evening News posted pictures of them walking into the hotel, but if someone said ‘hey, so Man Utd are here?’ we had to be like ‘WHO???’ (after the first time they stayed, people started booking with us BECAUSE Man Utd did, which was why they eventually had to start sneaking in through the back, but I did once get to tell a little kid ‘No, sorry, Man United aren’t here, but tell your dad you should definitely be standing in reception at 9pm tonight’ and he got to meet Jesse Lingard and it was precious.) 
anyway, they brought their own security guards with them and posted them at either end of the corridor to make sure no one who shouldn’t be there snuck onto the floor, and DEFINITELY to make sure the players didn’t just come down into the reception in the middle of check-in time and walk straight into lobby full of Man Utd fans because they were told to GO DOWN THE EMERGENCY EXIT STAIRS AT THE END OF THE HALLWAY and they DID NOT LISTEN and were just like Haha, I’ll Get In The Lift ! Weeeee ! (this happened.) truly just epic dinguses. and BECAUSE they were Epic Dinguses, they would constantly call the front desk because they forget to pack a toothbrush or got locked out of their rooms. CONSTANTLY. one shift I talked to what felt like EVERY MEMBER OF THE 2018 TEAM on the GODDAMN PHONE. 
so one time, Ander Herrera (yes I had to google the roster) calls the desk from the massage room and says he was visiting someone else’s room and now he’s locked out of his. a regular degular occurrence; no cause for alarm. I said I would bring a new key up to the massage room for him. the ‘massage room’ was a really poncy name for what was basically a hotel room that housekeeping had taken the bed out of so they could set up their widdle massage tables, and the lock on the door was disabled so everyone could just wander in and out of it without needing a key. despite hearing the words ‘the massage room’ and saying the words ‘the massage room’ and, indeed, understanding the concept of a ‘massage room’, I DID NOT GRASP IT. I WAS TIRED, AND STRESSED, AND EVERY TIME I WENT TO THE FLOORS I HAD TO FIELD 478279 QUESTIONS FROM THE BAR STAFF ABOUT WHETHER I HAD BEEN TO A FOOTBALLER’S ROOM, AND I WAS JUST NOT FIRING ON ALL CYLINDERS.
I get up to the third floor, Foot Ball Habitat, and I’m like ‘hey security guard, Ander Herrera in 315 is locked out of his room, he asked if we could bring a new key to the massage room.’ and then I held out the key to the security guard, assuming that he would take it to The Massage Room. I was mistaken. idk if I was radiating I’m A Huge Professional Who Does Not Care About These Men energy or what, but he was just handwavingly like ‘no problem, you can take it down to him!’ and because I WAS a huge professional who did not care about these men, I TOOK IT TO THE STUPID MASSAGE(!) ROOM(!) MYSELF. 
I knock on the door. I hear ‘it’s open!’ I push the door open. and what am I greeted with? 
of course, I am greeting with the inner workings of A Massage Room!
there are two Manchester Utd players getting massages with tiny towels over their derrières. there are three more Manchester United players just hanging out, wearing tiny towels around their nèther règions. there is half fucking dressed Ander Herrera sitting on the sofa, waiting for his kèy. AND I HAD TO WALK INTO THAT HELLSCAPE AND GIVE THE MAN HIS KEY!!! 
listen: when I say my soul left my body, I am not exaggerating. I felt what only can be described as pure calm settle over me. my consciousness ollied THE FUCK out, and a customer service robot took over. I managed, through sheer force of will, to go totally blind. I have never IN MY LIFE been more professional. I don’t know if my face did anything other than turn freakishly blank, but I said ‘here’s your key’ and Ander Herrera said ‘thank you’ and I said ‘no worries’, and the customer service robot who was Ratatouilling my body got me the hell ass outta there. I even said thanks to the security guard who was partially responsible for the trauma I was currently living on my way past. he had no idea what had Happened To Me. 
I must have been slightly Gone behind the eyes still when I got back downstairs because the guys at the bar were like Uh, Are You Good? and when I relayed what had happened in what I’m sure was a completely normal voice they nearly cried. my front desk colleague wouldn’t let me answer the phone for the rest of the shift just in case nude football players needed anything else bringing to the massage room. (they did not.) when the general manager of the hotel came in on Monday morning he was like ‘sooooo I heard Man Utd gave you a strip tease?’ and I WASN’T. ALLOWED. TO TELL. ANYONE. 
to sum up: you literally never know WHAT is going to happen when you clock in for a shift at a hotel, and Ander Herrera if you’re reading this I hate your guts 
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jeffcbliss · 8 months ago
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Joe Walsh of The Eagles - “Hotel California” at the MGM Garden Arena; Las Vegas, NV (9-28-19).  @the_eagles @JoeWalsh #HotelCalifornia
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beautifulfaaces · 3 months ago
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Paul Satterfield
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August 19, 1960
American actor
Filmography
Lee & Roy [The Bay: 2011]
Spencer [One Life to Live: 2005-2007]
Sheridan [Duty Dating: 2002]
Pierce [The Bold and the Beautiful: 1998-1999]
Tom [Savannah: 1996-1997]
Mark [Hotel Malibu: 1994]
Steve [Arena: 1989]
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brunette
blue eyes
1.93m
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playable: young adult, adult
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isabellamuenchen · 2 months ago
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Hoch lebe der König
Hoch lebe der König
Am Odeonsplatz direkt an der Ludwigstraße steht ein prächtiges Reiterdenkmal, das die bayerische Landeshauptstadt München König Ludwig I. von Bayern zu seinem 70. Geburtstag 1856 schenkte. Denn unter König Ludwig I. wurde nicht nur der bayerische Staatshaushalt saniert, sondern er förderte auch die Industrie zum einen mit dem Eisenbahnbau und zum anderen mit dem Ludwig-Donau-Main-Kanal, dem…
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harrowpitt · 2 months ago
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A silver parachute drifts slowly to the ground. A small container is attached with a note from Everett Lance. Inside are 5 slot machine tokens. The note reads: “Roll the dice. -E.L."
What a fucking shit show. If history was doomed to repeat itself with Bricks, Smith started to worry about how the odds would go in his favour. It was one thing to lose against that tribute from Seven, but now he had to contend with an injured hand. It hurt to even bend his fingers to form a fist. Wherever that tribute was, Smith hoped they were choking on sand somewhere.
After making it out of the bloodbath, Smith took to walking the streets only to find the noisy city completely abandoned. It weirded him the fuck out. Lights and sounds and smells brought the city to life, but he looked through storefronts and windows with no luck. It was a ghost town.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do. As he tried to recall what he learned in the Academy, all Smith could remember was his trainers' droning voices as they chided him for falling asleep in class. One of them in particular was probably laughing at him as he wandered through the arena.
"Alright, calm down. High ground. Vantage point. You got this, Brick," he said as to reassure himself. No one was around to hear him anyways. What did Panem care if he talked to himself?
Smith made his way in the direction of a hotel with a large, free-standing structure in the distance. It was shaped like the skinniest tower he had never seen that most likely existed in days of old. Even Smith had to admit that it was impressive. It would be a trek to try and climb up such a thing, but the iron bars would help him get some leverage. Snatching a banner from a light pole advertising some event, Smith proceeded to wrap it around his hand as a makeshift bandage. He gave one last look up towards the top of the tower before starting his ascent.
To say it was hard was an understatement. Smith had to hug his injured arm around the bars while he used his free hand to heave himself up. Finally reaching the lower platform after an hour, he looked down to find that he had barely made any progress. Fuck that tribute. Smith would have made it to the top if it wasn't for them. With a sigh, he continued on his way to the top.
It didn't help that the metal bars were hot to the touch and holding on for so long began to blister his palms. Smith touched a particularly sharp edge and his hand slipped immediately. He quickly reached out his other arm to grab onto one of the bars to stop himself from falling onto the street. The pain shot up his body and Smith had to take a moment to catch his breath.
The farthest he had gotten was a few feet under the smaller platform at the top of the tower. It was enough to see the entirety of the arena laid out before him, desert and all. Seeing a dome out in the distance, Smith decided it was the best place to avoid any unwanted visitors. Why would anyone want to venture out there?
Just as he was scanning the rest of the west side, a small parachute floated down from the sky and Smith held out his hand to try and catch it. He opened his package with a smile, thankful not to find any crackers. Sure, it wasn't food or water but this was way better. Might as well have fun while he was there.
Smith started down the tower, excited as all hell to try his luck at the slots.
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therosewoods · 6 months ago
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We are not going to talk about Harry Edward Styles on my blog today.
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sludgevfactory · a year ago
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mfs be like "hisoka smells like bubblegum 💞" or whatever so sorry queen but he would definitely reek of blood and/or hotel soap
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azure-prince · 9 months ago
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There is a vending machine for masks at the mall by my house. I've almost never seen vending machines for snacks so it's extra weird to me
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outlier-roddy · a year ago
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sum up in the tags lol
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transrightsjimin · 11 months ago
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rewatched the yoonji run bts ep w my friend and it was so so nice to see this footage from 2016 where they were more awkward but also still hilarious and just... their skin looked unedited, like no excessive lightening / blurring filters and they all, esp jimin, appeared to be less skinny and ugh i miss that 😭 every time i see jimin now i just worry hes gonna faint and all the members now do these terrible 'diets' or detox nonsense from time to time. and just wfhdhdg the unedited melanin and their actual songs playing in run eps and not everything being strictly either brand endorsed or scripted or censored / blurred out?? its very good
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jeffcbliss · 7 months ago
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The Eagles - “Hotel California” at the MGM Garden Arena; Las Vegas, NV (9-28-19). @the_eagles #HotelCalifornia
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sluttyten · a year ago
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I think I should maybe just move to Atlanta so I can go to all of these kpop concerts there
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iero · a year ago
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Genuinely have been debating on spending the money to do both Newark shows lately and I think I might just bite the bullet and do it. 
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queenbeeharry · a year ago
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huccimermaidshirts · 2 years ago
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zachyman · a year ago
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Oh my god are you actually in Toronto???😂😂😂
yes if you can believe it or not me and kristen @trevormoore and issy @bisexualtravisdermott drove 9 hrs from dc to toronto to go to a leafs game bc we’re insane
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froggybaek · 2 years ago
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okay but like who’s trying to go to the Atlanta show 👀👀👀
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