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Announcing I Wanna Go Show
Shawna and I have been working hard trying to launch our new travel show, I Wanna Go Show. Our theme song and video, which we just completed, gives an overview of the things we aim to accomplish.
2/25/2024 Shawna and I have been working hard trying to launch our new travel show, I Wanna Go Show. Our theme song and video, which we just completed, gives an overview of the things we aim to accomplish. Come on over and join us for I Wanna Go Show at iwannagoshow.com! I Wanna Go Show is a new outdoor adventure and travel show, created and hosted by Shawna Ray and her partner, Chris Grigsby,…
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pothosrays · 3 months
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coolitbabyjohn · 12 days
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I LOVE THE NOVEL TURNED TV SHOW PANIC SO MUCH
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So Issa Rae made another HBO Max + tv show this year, and it was pretty funny.
Shawna needs to get over her "I'm not like other girls" issues, but other than that, the show was a blast!
Watch the show when season 2 comes out, but more importantly - watch out YouTube video!!
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Shepherd - Mark Lamb - Rosanna Dandelion - Shawna Border Collie - Ethan Rainbow - Joey Storm Cloud - Cry Grass - Jack Snake - Phil Black Sheep - Pj Ram - Ray Donkey - Danny Black Cat - Suzy Sun - Thomas Pig - Shane Duck - Felix Ant - Dan Fox - Jeremy Chicken - Matt Cuckoo - Kristen Swan - Leda Lemming - Cr1t Mouse - Charlie Bunny - Arin Spider - Gabbie
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The False Prophet.
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2022 Primetime Emmy Award Nominations - Outstanding Fantasy/Sci-Fi Costumes 
The Witcher (Netflix) - Season 2, Episode 8 ‘Family’  Costume Designer: Lucinda Wright  Assistant Costume Designer: Rebecca Jempson  First nominations for both Wright and Jempson 
Moon Knight (Disney+) - Episode 6 ‘Gods and Monsters’  Costume Designer: Meghan Kasperlik  Costume Supervisor: Martin Manderville  Assistant Costume Designer: Richard Davies  Assistant Costume Designer: Wilberth Gonzalez  Third nomination for Kasperlik, previously nominated in 2021 for Mare of Easton and 2018 for Fahrenheit 451.  First nominations for Mandeville, Davies, and Gonzalez. 
Loki (Disney+) - Season 1, Episode 1 ‘Glorious Purpose’  Costume Designer: Christine Wada  Costume Supervisor: Nora Pederson  Assistant Costume Designer: Tamsin Costello  Assistant Costume Designer: Carol Beadle  First nominations for Wada, Pederson, Costello, Beadle. 
Star Trek: Picard (Paramount+) - Season 2, Episode 2 ‘Penance’  Costume Designer: Christine Bieselin Clark  Costume Supervisor: Michell Ray Kenney  Assistant Costume Designer: Allison Agler  First nominations for Clark and Kenney.  Second nomination for Agler, previously nominated in 2021 for Ratched. 
What We Do In the Shadows (FX) - Season 3, Episode 8 ‘ the Wellness Center’  Costume Designer: Laura Montgomery  Costume Supervisor: Judy Laukkanen  Assistant Costume Designer: Barbara Cardoso  First nominations for Montgomery, Laukkanen, and Cardoso. 
The Book of Boba Fest (Disney+) - Episode 1 ‘Chapter 1: Stranger in a Strange Land’  Costume Designer: Shawna Trpcic  Costume Supervisor: Julie Robar  Assistant Costume Designer: Areayl Cooper  Second nomination for Trpcic, previously nominated in 2021 for The Mandalorian.  Third nomination for Robar, previously nominated in 2020 and 2021 for The Mandalorian.  First nomination for Cooper. 
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wild-adventures · 5 months
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Review: Obituary
Shawna Loree
Obituary, Irish TV Show, Dark Comedy, Creator: Ray Lawlor, Starring: Siobhan Cullen, Michael Smiley and Ronan Raftery
💎💎💎💎 4 diamond review
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Obituary, an Irish dark comedy, introduces viewers to Elvira, a resident of a quaint seaside town, who earns her livelihood by penning obituaries for the local newspaper. Each article fetches her 200 euros, though the modest town's average of 2-3 deaths per month falls short of meeting her financial obligations.
The narrative unfolds with Elvira's passion for writing and a unique fascination with death, elements that breathe life into her character. The inaugural episode takes a dramatic turn as Elvira, confronted with a cliffside situation, impulsively pushes a man into the sea. This pivotal moment triggers a profound response, leading her to formulate a set of rules dictating her future victims. Narrating her emotions throughout, the parallels with the iconic character Dexter become evident, although nuanced differences emerge.
While Dexter navigates a bustling city teeming with despicable criminals, Elvira's criteria for selecting her targets deviates from the morally loathsome. This distinction prompts the realization that, in a real-world scenario, Dexter might view Elvira as a potential target.
Unlike Dexter's methodical killings, Elvira orchestrates creative deaths. She envisions multiple murders, crafting obituaries for her intended victims that may or may not come to fruition through her hand, skillfully crafted by the writers to mitigate her perceived contemptibility.  
Despite attempts to depict Elvira as unlikable, her character emerges as multidimensional and relatable. Rooted in a history of bullying and judgment, she embodies qualities of judgmentalism, spontaneity, creativity, and fallibility. While not overtly dependent, Elvira seeks genuine connections and friendships.
The inaugural season concludes, leaving audiences eagerly anticipating a more intricate and engaging second season. Despite initial reservations about Elvira's likability, the complexity of her character and the unfolding narrative contribute to a favorable impression. I award the show 4 diamonds and eagerly await the upcoming season.
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brandonwayneb · 8 months
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Respects Russian
Respects Arabia
Respects Nazi A+
Positive Vladimir
Passive Vladimir
Subjective Vladimir
ss War
RoseMary
Arch Angels
He's my Wraith'
I'm his Kamikaze'
My German Babies
My Lizards A++
Undying Worship
Bella
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Twilight
Switzerland
mckinney tx
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Blame Sarah Kaye?
Brandon Wayne á Hero
Sarah Kaye á hero
3 Fingers Right Hand "Leaf"
2 Fingers Left Hand "Feather"
Life Saving Passives
Life Saving Subjects
Yes Only
Wendy's
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Switzerland
Vladimir
Happy 9/11 :$$$$$$)
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Awesome Ice Formations and Single Digit Temps at the Hocking Hills Winter Hike 2024
The 58th Annual Hocking Hills Winter Hike 2024 was quite the experience this year. The ice was beautiful on the cliffs and waterfalls. The temperature started off at 6F with a wind chill of -6F, and didn't rise much above single digits all day...
1/20/2024 – 7 miles – Chris Grigsby The 58th Annual Hocking Hills Winter Hike 2024 was quite the experience this year. The ice was beautiful on the cliffs and waterfalls. The temperature started off at 6F with a wind chill of -6F, and didn’t rise much above single digits all day. There were between 2-3 thousand hikers. Past events had as much as 10,000 people but the weather kept many away this…
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brandnulife · 8 months
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Flash Characters Who Should’ve Appeared in the Final Season
Alexa Rivera/Fuerza
Arielle Atkins
Bart West-Allen/Impulse
Bashir Malik/Psych
Carla Tannhauser
Cisco Ramon/Vibe
Clark Kent/Superman (Earth-38)
Clay Parker
Dave Ratchet/Big Sir
Deon Owens
Despero
Eva McCulloch/Mirror Monarch
Felicity Smoak
Grace Gibbons
Hannibal Bates
Henry Hewitt/Tokamak
Izzy Bowin/The Fiddler
Jake Fox/Jack
Janet Petty/Null
Jefferson Pierce/Black Lightning
John Deegan
J’onn J’onzz/Martian Manhunter
Jones
Joslyn Jackam/Weather Witch
Julian Albert/Alchemy
Kamilla Hwang
Kara Danvers/Supergirl
Kendra Saunders/Hawkgirl
King
Kyle Nimbus/The Mist
Leslie Jocoy/Amunet Black
Linda Park (Earth-Prime) 
Linda Park/Dr. Light (Earth-2)
Lisa Snart/Golden Glider
Lois Lane (Earth-38)
Marcus
Marlize DeVoe
Matthew Norvock
Maurice
Meena Dhawan/Fast Track
Mia Queen
Mick Rory/Heat Wave
Millie Rawlins/Sunshine
Mona Taylor/Queen
Natalie
Nora Darhk
Patty Spivot
Ralph Dibny/Elongated Man
Ray Palmer/The Atom
Ray Terrill/The Ray
Renee and Tinya Wazzo
Rosa Dillon/Top
Ryan Choi
Sam Scudder/Mirror Master
Sara Lance
Sharon Finkel
Shawna Baez/Peek-a-Boo
Shay Lamden/King Shark (Earth-2)
Sue Dearbon
Tanya Lamden
Tina McGee
Tracy Brand
Wanda Wayland/Queen
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coolitbabyjohn · 12 days
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rurousha · 1 year
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From Fox River to Central City, Ch 9/14
Chapter 9 - Nightfall
1 – Team Flash & Legends, Mick-1 & Palmer 2 – Mayor Snart, clearly the most crooked here 4 – Cold-4, retired 11 – Killer Cold & Heatwave, bad guys 16 – Cold-16 & Sara-16, thieves 19 – Leonard-19 & Mick-19, smugglers 22 – Snart-22 & Rory-22, cyborg survivors 27 – Len-27 & Mickey-27, freedom fighters 29 – Michael-29, Lincoln, Veronica, & LJ, criminals but the good guys? 30 – Scofield-30, structural engineer 53 – Leo & Ray, 4-ever
Michael was not surprised to learn that Saints and Sinners was a bar or that Cold-4 knew exactly where to find it.
“It looks a bit different,” Cold-4 said. “It’s part of a strip on my Earth. No side alleys.” He reached for the door, but it swung open first.
Mark Mardon and Shawna Baez stepped out. Mardon took one look at Cold and went, “Nope.”
Shawna quickly followed, shaking her head and muttering, “Mm-mh.”
Michael sighed. He thought he knew what they were going to find in there.
Inside, Sara and Mickey-27 were finishing up a game of pool, Mayor Snart and Len-27 were pushing a couple of tables together so that Mick-1 could set down shot glasses, Leonard and Mick-19 were eating dinner with Snart-22 nearby, and Cold-16 was arguing with Rory-22 over at the juke box. At least, Michael thought that’s who everyone was. If there were other patrons in the bar, they were making themselves scarce.
��Oh, come on,” Cold-4 complained. “This is my bar.”
The woman behind the bar yelled, “Here’s yet another Old Fashioned for whichever one of you ordered it.”
Cold-16 retrieved the drink.
The bartender asked him. “It all this on one tab?”
“No!” five people answered at once.
“Yes,” Mick-1 answered. He pulled out a credit card and handed it to her.
“Good,” she said, “’Cause I didn’t want to try telling you all apart. Thank you,” she looked at the card, “Raymond Palmer.” She rolled her eyes at Mick but took the card behind the bar.
“I’ll have a beer,” Lincoln ordered. “Whatever’s on tap.”
Michael spotted a promising sign propped up on one of the shelves. “I’ll have a couple of those pickled eggs.”
“That’s disgusting,” Lincoln said.
Cold-4 held up a couple of fingers to indicate he wanted two also.
“This ain’t everybody,” Mickey-27 said. “Who we missing?”
“The other Scofield,” Leonard-19 said from across the room. “Haven’t seen him all day.”
“He’s holed up in the labs,” Lincoln said.
“Nah,” Mick-19 said. “I think the Killers got to him, and nobody noticed.”
Or cared, Michael thought. “Leo and Ray,” he said out loud.
More than one person snorted.
“Does he even drink?” Cold-16 mocked.
“Not enough,” Mick-1 answered.
“Well, that tight-ass Leo with his tight-ass white board might be a complete twat,” Leonard-19 started and held up an empty shot glass, “but I will grant him this much. Never have I ever.”
“No,” Mayor Snart said. “We are better than this.”
“Never have I ever!” Leonard-19 insisted, “punched a Nazi in the face.”
Mick-1 lined up a bunch of shot glasses, poured something clear and probably very toxic into them, and promptly knocked one back.
“Well, alright then,” Leonard-19 said, “well done you.”
Surprisingly, Cold-16 and Sara-16 also took shots. “Time travel,” Sara said by way of explanation. “We didn’t even start it.”
The others started to drift towards the middle tables.
“Now, do trashy neo-Nazis count?” Lincoln asked. “Like trailer trash white guys that shout really racist things at protesters?”
“No,” Leonard-19 clarified, “it’s got to be proper Nazis. Like swastikas and guns and heils – the whole bit.”
“Okay, then no.”
“I’ve got one.” Cold-4 took a seat next to Michael while some others pulled more chairs over. There were rather a lot of them here. “Never have I ever time travelled.”
Roughly half of the people present took a shot and hissed once they drank whatever Mick-1 had poured them. Rory-22 nodded at his glass and said, “That’s nice.”
Michael decided that this was actually an excellent information-gathering technique. He had to admit that he was incredibly curious about the other worlds. Now that he thought about it, that was probably why his doppelganger started this game in the first place. “Never have I ever broken someone else out of prison. Not for lack of trying.”
Lincoln laughed when every single person at the table – including Mayor Snart – took a shot. “Wow, Michael. I think I’m seeing the similarities now.”
“My favorite one was this really messed up place in Panama,” Cold-4 said.
“Sona!” exclaimed three people at the table. Michael assumed that was the name of the prison, as they all seemed to be nodding in camaraderie.
“My turn,” Lincoln said. “Never have I ever set a building on fire.”
There were boos all around, and every Mick took a shot. So did Sara and two Snarts. “What?” one defended. “They make for excellent distractions.”
“You sure?” Michael ribbed his brother. “Not even Mr. Amaris’ shed?”
“I told you that wasn’t me. It was Terry Jace, and he was a moron.”
Mick-1 said, “I guess this makes you the boring one.”
“Okay, never have I ever until five seconds ago, been accused of being ‘the boring one’,” Lincoln objected.
Michael took his first shot. He was the only one. “That felt kind of personal,” he coughed roughly. That stuff was awful.
“Never have I ever slept with the Flash!” Sara-16 shouted.
There were cheers all around when Leonard-19 and Mayor Snart took a shot.
Mick-1 narrowed his eyes at the mayor. “Didn’t your Flash turn out to be a serial killer? Not judging.”
The mayor’s expression shuttered for just a beat before he responded, “At least he was a little more age-appropriate than this Flash. Seriously, that kid’s barely out of high school.”
“He’s 29 and married,” Michael corrected. He didn’t know why he felt the need to defend Barry’s age, but he did.
“Enemies with benefits?” Sara-16 asked Leonard-19.
“Something like that,” Leonard-19 hedged.
Rory-22 elbowed Cold-4. “Really? You two seemed pretty chummy in the hallway when he dropped you off.”
Cold-4 shrugged. “He’s just a chummy guy. Plus we’re both straight, if you can believe it.”
“I don’t,” Len-27 said.
“Stranger things have happened,” Michael defended. It was looking like he and the older, married Cold were the only completely straight ones among his doppelgangers. He wasn’t used to being in a minority in that regard.
“That’s true,” Mayor Snart agreed. “For example, never have I ever…”
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Palmer had shown up at some point. Mick-1 had immediately handed him three shots and said, “Catch up. You’ve time-traveled, punched a Nazi, and been the boring one.” Now the two of them were arguing over the music. Or the bill. Michael wasn’t sure which.
Some time later, Michael was feeling more than a little fuzzy. He didn’t often drink more than the occasional beer or glass of wine, so even the three shots he’d had of Mick’s drain cleaner were running through him very fast.
Lincoln unsteadily stood up next to him with a very smug smile. “Never have I ever!” he announced to the room. Everyone had scattered a little and were in various states of inebriation, “made out with one Dr. Sara Tancredi.”
Cold-4 took a shot without blinking. He was playing pool with Snart-22, but they had shot glasses nearby just in case someone decided to keep playing. Like Lincoln.
“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” Michael complained. The room was tippy. Lincoln was ridiculously happy. Michael wanted to punch him.
“But have you ever?”
“And made out is a high school thing. We’re not in school, Linc.”
“But have you ever, Michael?”
Michael grumbled low in his nose and took a shot.
Lincoln whooped and slapped him on the back. “I knew it.”
“It’s good Flash and Cisco came to get us,” Michael mumbled. “I would have ruined her. And Sucre. And C-Note. And Pope.”
“No, no getting gloomy, Michael. Here, have a drink.”
“Yeah,” Mickey-27 agreed from across the room. “You’ve only got a psychotic, super-powered version of yourself after you. No reason to get sad.”
“No. Never have I ever thought it was a good idea to get black-out drunk while there was a hit out on my life.”
Every single person in the bar took a shot.
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Michael got dinner. It was greasy, but he felt better already. Beside him, Lincoln was talking to Mayor Snart again.
“Let me get this straight,” Lincoln said. “You are openly gay.”
“Right,” Mayor Snart confirmed.
“And you have a criminal history.”
“Juvenile, but yes.”
“How exactly did you get elected?”
Mayor Snart grinned. “In a landslide.”
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That wasn’t Lincoln. That was Mickey-27. Or Mick-1. No, there was Mick-1. Where was Lincoln?
Michael finally spotted Lincoln chatting with Sara-16. Cold-16 was standing beside them, slipping on his jacket. It wasn’t the parka. He held Sara’s coat open for her to put on. Lincoln smiled at the both of them and then came over to Michael.
“Hey, Mike, you awake enough to head somewhere else?”
“Where?” Michael asked.
“We’re not sure. We’ll find someplace.”
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
“It’s…” Michael checked the time on a clock on the wall, “almost eleven.”
“Yeah?”
“This really isn’t a good time to go bar-hopping, Lincoln.”
“Completely disagree, Mikey. I’m going. Stay or don’t; it’s up to you.”
Asshole. Lincoln knew Michael couldn’t just stay behind again. He chased after Lincoln and the 16s out the door. The cold air hit him like a wall, and he suddenly felt much more awake.
“Coming kiddo?” Cold-16 asked of him. He had Sara’s arm in his and led the group closer to downtown.
“I’m 30!” Michael objected. He was dismayed to note that there was a hint of petulance in his tone.
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They ended up in a much nicer part of town. There were still a few restaurants open for drinks or dessert, but Sara seemed to be looking for a club. But she found something else instead.
“Ahhh, that’s sweet.”
Michael looked across the street. Sara was looking in the window of a dimly-lit restaurant that was still open. Sitting at one of the tables was Leo and Ray, chatting and grinning at each other. They looked happy. They looked in love.
In a dark, bitter part of himself that he refused to acknowledge, Michel hated them in that moment.
“Adorable,” Cold-16 agreed, but there was something dangerous in his tone.
Cold had a brick in hand. Just as Michael shouted “Don’t!”, Cold ran a couple of steps into the empty street and threw the brick through the window, just missing Ray. Someone inside the restaurant screamed, and both Leo and Ray stood, immediately at the ready.
“Oh shit,” Sara chortled. Smiling, she grabbed Cold’s wrist and dragged him down another street.
“Yeah, we really want to be somewhere else now,” Lincoln said and chased after them.
“But…” Michael objected. He liked Leo and wanted to stay and help. But he heard sirens and decided that being not here was an excellent idea. He followed his brother.
They ran down a couple of streets, but Sara and Cold-16 were nowhere in sight.
“Where’d they go?” Lincoln asked. They could still hear sirens a few streets over.
“I’m guessing there.” Michael pointed at the entrance to what was obviously a club. It didn’t have a name displayed out front, but there was a bouncer and a couple of patrons exiting. The tell, however, was the clapboard sign on the sidewalk that read Captain Cold Cosplayers – first round free!
“Good call.”
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Lincoln and Michael entered the club, quickly ushered in by the bouncer. They came in on a platform at the top of some winding stairs going down. They could see the crowd of dancers below them and the bar on one side. It was better lit than most dance clubs, and they could spot Cold and Sara already finding a spot to dance.
“So… this is a gay bar, then,” Lincoln said over the music. There were a few heterosexual couples among the dancers, but the group was overwhelmingly male.
“Looks like it,” Michael agreed.
“Was this world’s Captain Cold publicly out or something?”
“I don’t think he was publicly anything except snarky and well-armed.”
Lincoln tipped his head in agreement. Then he sighed. “What are we doing here, Michael?” he asked over the music.
“Those two are loose cannons. We need to get them back to STAR Labs.”
“And how do you suggest we do that?”
Michael sighed. Then he pulled out the phone that Cold-4 gave to him.
“No,” Lincoln objected. “We are not calling Cold-4 or the Flash. I’m not going to be the snitch in this scenario, Michael.”
“Well, I don’t have any other ideas, Lincoln. This has gotten out of hand.” As he spoke, Michael’s eyes swept over the dance floor again, looking for ideas. What he saw instead was something entirely different.
The mirror behind the bar rippled. Then a well-dressed man stepped out of it. His eyes went straight to Cold-16, who was spinning Sara around the dance floor. The man reached back into the mirror and helped a woman step out beside him. One of the bartenders finally noticed them, dropped what he was holding, and fled. No one else seemed to notice them.
They stepped around the bar and made a beeline straight for Cold and Sara. They didn’t look happy.
“Sara,” Michael said. Then he shouted as loud as he could, “Sara! Sara!” He leaned over the railing and waved to get her attention.
“Mike, what are you doing?” Lincoln asked, a little embarrassed. A few people were looking at them, and the bouncer poked his head in.
The well-dressed man slipped a concealed pistol out of his jacket, and Michael screamed, “SARA!”
Finally, Sara’s head snapped up to look at Michael. She gave a confused shrug, and Cold-16 frowned at him.
Michael pointed. “Gun!”
The two spun around just in time to see the man close in on them and point the gun at Cold. Sara blocked his arm with her forearm and knocked the gun out of his hand. Cold kicked him in the ribs.
The crowd right around them screamed and scattered.
“Scudder,” Cold-16 sneered. “This world really is different, because I’m pretty sure I killed you already.”
“You certainly tried, Snart,” Scudder replied, “but I’ve got a few new tricks this time.” He snapped his fingers, and the mirrors all around the room – behind the bar, in the hall by the bathroom, over some of the seating – all rippled, and a handful of men stepped into the room.
Sara leaned over to Cold. “Can we beat them up now?”
“My dear, I wish you would.”
Sara grinned and dove for one man wielding a taser, and Cold spun to shoot a line of lighting fixtures on the ceiling. The brittle ice broke, and the fixtures crashed to the ground.
Michael and Lincoln tried to run down the stairs to help Sara and Cold, but the crowd of people going up slowed their progress. By the time they made it to the ground, they had gotten separated. Lincoln couldn’t see Michael, but he did see someone approaching Cold from behind. Lincoln grabbed a barstool and hit the assailant just as Cold spun around.
Cold smiled and said, “Your timing is perfect as always, Mi…”
Then he looked over at Lincoln properly, and his glee visibly faded. It was replaced with the closest thing to honesty Lincoln had seen from him, and it was all pain. Just as quickly, it disappeared, and Cold was back. He shouldered past Lincoln to join Sara again.
Sara was face-to-face with Rosa Dillon.
“You’re new,” Rosa cooed. “Let’s see how pretty you look with your brains splattered all over the walls.”
Rosa’s eyes flashed, but Sara quickly closed hers. Then, eyes closed, she drew her favored staff and extended it.
“Uh, what are you doing,” Rosa asked cautiously.
Sara spun her stick around a few times between her hands. “Warming up.” Then, eyes still closed, she charged Rosa, who screamed and ran back towards the bar.
Lincoln punched out another guy and scanned the club for Michael. He saw Scudder grab Dillon and escape through a mirror as Cold-16 knocked out the last thug. Then, across the room, on the other side of the destroyed lighting and décor, he saw Sara grab Michael’s arm and pull him out the back exit along with the last of the club staff. There were still a few patrons in his way, and he couldn’t get over there easily.
Cold-16 shoved at Lincoln’s shoulder and barked, “Come on, time to leave!”
Disoriented by the fight and the running people, Lincoln followed Cold back up the front stairs.
People poured out of the building, and Lincoln hurried around the side looking for Michael. Instead, he found Cold-16 holding a lit match between two fingers, staring at the flame.
“Do you know, Lincoln Burrows,” Cold asked conversationally, as if this encounter were completely normal, “what Mick Rory wanted from the world?”
Lincoln floundered for a second. He just wanted to find Michael, but this psychotic look-alike brought chaos and confusion everywhere with him. “I don’t know. To eat, drink, and set it on fire?”
“Yes,” Cold said. The flame had almost reached his fingertips. “Exactly. He wanted to make it all burn.”
Then he flicked the match to the ground, where several bottles of very high proof alcohol had been broken against the wood-paneled wall.
“No!”
The wall immediately blazed to life.
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This chapter's club scene is brought to you by https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crdMfAAp20M.
Yes, I know Michael didn't actually kiss Sara Tancredi until after this point in Prison Break, but the line was too good to pass up.
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freelancertamal32 · 2 years
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Remains found Sunday exterior Las Vegas LAS VEGAS (KLAS) – The individual discovered lifeless in a barrel alongside the shore of Lake Mead had been shot, and the date of loss of life could also be sooner than beforehand thought, Las Vegas police stated Tuesday, May 3. The individual, believed to be a person, is suspected to have been murdered within the late Nineteen Seventies or Nineteen Eighties, investigators stated. Boaters found the physique round 3 p.m. Sunday. The investigative workforce with Nexstar’s KLAS first reported the invention on Sunday afternoon and new particulars concerning the discovery Monday. A physique was found in a barrel on the shore of Lake Mead exterior of Las Vegas on May 1, 2022. (Shawna Hollister/KLAS) A photograph shared with the workforce confirmed what seemed like skeletal stays within the barrel, which seemed to have been caught within the mud. Police stated they moved up their timeline as a result of sufferer’s clothes and private objects discovered within the barrel. Authorities had been working with researchers on the University of Nevada Las Vegas to higher perceive when the barrel could have eroded and the way lengthy it will have taken for development on it. “The victim’s clothes and shoes were sold at Kmart in the mid-to-late 1970s,” Metro Police Homicide Lt. Ray Spencer stated. ‘Terrifying’: Riders get caught on NC rollercoaster for practically 45 minutes Police imagine the barrel was absolutely intact when it was dropped into the lake. The space the place the barrel was found is close to the Hemenway Harbor boat ramp, not removed from the Hoover Dam. Crews have needed to prolong the ramp a half-mile over the previous a long time to get it nearer to the water. In the Nineteen Seventies and Nineteen Eighties, what's now seaside would have been a number of dozen ft underwater. A physique was found in a barrel on the shore of Lake Mead exterior of Las Vegas on May 1, 2022. (Shawna Hollister/KLAS) The ongoing extreme drought is resulting in different discoveries within the lake. Last week, the high of a water consumption pipe was seen above the water’s floor because the lake degree continues to drop. The Clark County coroner’s workplace was working to determine the stays. ‘Baby Boomers ONLY’: Dollar Tree supervisor out of job over assist wished signal Police stated they've obtained many suggestions. Tips might be submitted anonymously via Crime Stoppers by calling 702-385-5555 or at crimestoppersofnv.com/report-a-crime. Information may also be despatched by way of textual content by sending “CRIMENV” after which your message to “CRIMES” (274637). Crime Stoppers affords a reward for data that results in an arrest.
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nana-lew-rp · 4 years
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Nowhere To Go But Up|| Shay AU
Shawna was done with classes for the day, and just got the message that the driver is on the way. There was an event on campus today but she couldn't stay because her and Ray had to get picked up like they always have. She looked over ar him, giving an exasperated sigh, "Hey... you ever get tired of getting driven around?..or like any of this?" She asked with anxiety, training an eye on the road and an ear out for their driver's car.
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098: “I think we should have another.” Emma / Ray
So I recently decided to take it upon myself to give Emma and Ray backstories, and therefore gave Emma a family with siblings, so one of them is in this story, another mentioned! Ethan is older than Emma by 9 years and Avery is younger than Emma by 18 which doesn’t really matter, but I figured I’d share.
“Remember, Blake, you have to keep your voice down. The baby has very tiny ears,” Emma reminds her, holding her daughter’s hand as they headed up the front steps of her brother’s home. Her older brother and his wife had just had their second child a week ago, and Blake was eager to meet her second cousin, nearly bouncing in place as Emma opened the door. Ray followed a few steps behind, a casserole in one hand and a gift in the other, and Emma held the door for him as Blake nearly bounded inside.
“We’re here!” the three year old stage whispered, and Emma shook her head goodnaturedly, shutting the front door. Evelyn, her five year old niece, came from the direction of the living room grinning, and hugged Blake.
“Hi Blake! Hi Auntie Emma and Uncle Ray,” she said, holding Blake’s hand and waving with the other. Emma bent down, hugging the little girl and stroking over her hair.
“Hey, sweetie. How’s life with a new baby sister?” she asked, and Evelyn crinkled up her nose.
“She’s loud,” was her only answer, and both Emma and Ray swallowed their laughter. At just that moment Ethan came down the stairs, already apologizing.
“I’m so sorry, Em, Esme just got the baby down and she’s laying down herself,” her big brother said, engulfing her in a hug once he’d reached the bottom step. She returned it, squeezing tightly as she shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it, E, seriously. If you want to nap too, go ahead, Ray and I can keep the girls entertained for a bit,” she offered, and Ray nodded as Ethan shook his hand, ending it in the one-armed hug favored among men.
“You’re sure?” he asks, and Ray nods again.
“Get some sleep, brother. Blake has been looking forward to see Evie all week, and Em and I know our way around,” he tells him, and relief blossoms in Ethan’s face.
“It’ll be an hour- two tops,” he replies, and Emma squeezes his shoulder.
“We’ve got all day. Go,” she shoos him lightly, and Ray’s hand falls to her back as they watch Ethan kiss Evelyn’s head before heading back upstairs, allowing the exhaustion to droop his shoulders. “Okay girls. How about we make a snack and pick a movie?”                                                                    _
Blake is sound asleep in the backseat as they head home hours later- she’d been fascinated by her new cousin Lizzie once she’d woken up, and by the time they’d left, had decided she wanted a little sister of her own.
Emma slides a little closer to Ray on the front seat of the truck, pillowing her head on his bicep; he adjusts so he can take her hand in his, thumb stroking her knuckles lightly. The radio plays a soft rock song, the only sound save for Blake’s quiet snores in the back, and contentment washes over Emma.
“I think we should have another one,” she states after another few miles of quiet, the sign for the exit visible in the headlights.
“Caving to Blake’s request that easily?” Ray teases, and Emma snorts, shaking her head as she sits up slightly, looking at his face.
“I think we’re ready. Blake’s nearing four, you’re nearly settled with the Army- we’ve been looking at that house for months, Ray. Maybe it’s time we really settled down here in LA,” she can’t help how earnest her voice is, and she looks over her shoulder to be sure Blake was still soundly asleep. “And I- I miss it. I loved being pregnant, but you missed so much of it. You’d be there for this baby, for all of it.”
“Em, you know there’s a chance I could get called to serve again,” Ray reminds her gently, and Emma squeezes his bicep.
“Only for another two years. And- and if that’s the case, Avery said she’d come help. She’s nearly graduated and isn’t going to college right away,” Emma tells him, and his smile gets soft after a moment before his eyes glance back to the road. “And I know how much you like the trying part.”
At that Ray chuckles, and Emma presses her cheek to his arm again.
They’re quiet the rest of the drive, and Blake wakes briefly as Ray unbuckles her from her carseat, cranky and overtired. They get her to bed, snuggled under her dinosaur covers and nightlight on before they sneak out, curling up on the couch to watch the news, wine glasses on the coffee table.
“Let’s do it,” Ray says as the newscaster informs them of the following week’s weather, and Emma looks up from the bills she’d been sorting, intending to go through tomorrow. She lifts an eyebrow, and Ray pulls her until she’s in his lap, arms around his neck. “Let’s have another baby, Em.”
Emma beams, kissing him quickly before pulling back.
“You’re sure? This is what you want too?” she asks, and Ray nods, palms smoothing up and down her sides.
“Blake is the greatest gift you’ve ever given me, Em. I can’t wait to see who we make next,” he answers, and her smile this time is a little watery as she leans in to kiss him again, shifting until she’s straddling him.
“I’ll throw out my pills tonight,” she whispers against his lips, feeling him grin. “Let’s get a practice round in tonight.”
She laughs as he stands, picking her up easily and heading down the hall to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
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