A pastor in South Korea named Jong-rak created a baby box that he attached to the side of his house to collect mentally handicapped or unwanted babies to prevent them from being abandoned on the side of the road and left to die. source
If you see a faded sign at the side of the road that says “15 miles to the Nut Shack” Nut Shack, yeah, yeah I’m headin’ down the Atlanta highway Lookin’ for the nut getaway Headed for the nut getaway I got me a car, it’s as big as a whale And we’re headin’ on down to the Nut Shack I got me a Chrysler, it seats about 20 So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
The nut shack is a little old place where we can get together Nut Shack, baby (a-Nut Shack, baby) Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at) Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at)
Sign says (woo) “Stay away, fools” ‘Cause cum rules at the Nut Shack Well, it’s set way back in the middle of a field Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back Glitter on the mattress Glitter on the highway Glitter on the front porch Glitter on the highway
The Nut Shack is a little old place where we can get together Nut Shack, baby (Nut Shack, baby) Nut Shack, that’s where it’s at Nut Shack, that’s where it’s at
Huggin’ and a-kissin’ Dancin’ and a-bustin’ Wearin’ next to nothin’ 'Cause it’s hot as an oven The whole shack shimmies Yeah, the whole shack shimmies The whole shack shimmies when everybody’s Movin’ around and around and around and around Everybody’s movin’, everybody’s groovin’, baby Folks linin’ up outside just to get down Everybody’s movin’, everybody’s groovin’, baby Funky little shack Funky little shack
Hop in my Chrysler, it’s as big as a whale and it’s about to set sail I got me a car, like, it seats about 20 So come on and bring your jukebox money
The nut shack is a little old place where we can get together Nut Shack, baby (a-Nut Shack, baby) Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at, yeah) Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at)
Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby Knock a little louder, baby Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby I can’t hear you Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby Knock a little louder, sugar Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby I can’t hear you Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby (Knock a little louder) Bang, bang, bang, on the door, baby Bang, bang (On the door, baby) Bang, bang (On the door) Bang, bang (On the door, baby) Bang, bang Your what? Tin roof, rusted
Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack Nut Shack, baby, Nut Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at, yeah) Nut Shack, Nut, Love Shack (Nut, baby, that’s where it’s at) Nut, baby, Nut Shack Huggin’ and a-kissin’, Dancin’ and a-bustin’ At the Nut Shack
For the sake of maximum Dabb vs Cars battle, Dean and Mary should find the Pimpmobile casually lying on the road, and Cas should be vanished right to the back of the seat.
Dean leads Mary towards the nearest road like, “we need to steal a car and get back to civilisation”
(Mary’s like “can we just call an Uber I did not raise you this way”)
and then he sees Cas’s car on the side of the road and he’s like “awww it’s a crappy old car like Cas’s, imma go steal it just for the nostalgia and maybe give it to him if we can’t find his real car”
and they get there and he’s about to break in because someone left the windows rolled right down and then he realises someone’s asleep in the back seat and tries to back away, but Cas wakes up at all this commotion (Mary still in the background heckling Dean for his criminal behaviour) and Cas sits up and is like “Dean?!”
and Dean’s like “CAS?! Okay now i KNOW I’m dead wtf”
and Cas is like “… probably….? Statistically I know you and Mary are dead so that must mean I am too”
And then Dean looks Cas dead in the eye and says, “Condolences.”
I can prove that there is no Mystic/Valor rivalry past the actual gym stuff because I saw the outline of an Omanyte on my radar and ran to the nearest spawn point and while i was trying to catch it, the two guys in Valor that regularly kick my Mystic ass out of the Gym stopped on the side of the road and vigorously pointed at their phones and yelled encouragement about “There’s a omanyte over there! Go get it!!” I yelled back about just getting it and held up my phone showing the pokedex and they yelled all happy and drove off.
Request; Jimbo x reader where Jimmy is riding his motorcycle and finds you drunk on the side of the road and takes you to his trailer and takes care of you? a/n: yeeet Jimbo
The wind blows light brown curls back and forth. Jimmy grips the handlebars of the sleek black motorcycle, peering at the scenery passing by through squinty eyes. He’s been driving for two and a half hours.
When you left, four hours ago, nobody knew where you were going. Usually you were back before dark. Now the sun was setting, making the sky a mix of pink and purples. Jimmy needs to find you to calm his nerves.
“Y/N!” He shouts into the night, lips forming into a pout. What if you were back at the campground? Before he can turn his bike around, a giggle enters his ears. Your giggle. He reeves the engine, speeding towards the sound.
Sure enough, there you are, sitting on the edge of the road, drunk off your ass. He slows down; feet walking with the motorcycle. Eyes take in the sight of you, he frowns. “Y/N, please tell me ya didn’t walk all the way here alone…” He sighs, rubbing his forehead with the black mitten.
“Jimmy!” You gasp, trying to get yourself off the concrete. Seeing you struggle, his arms wrap around your waist, yanking your deadweight body up. “I had s'many drinks! I’m w-aaaasted!” You giggle, leaning your chest on his, gazing up at him. “Wow! You’re s'handsome!” You slur; mouth ajar.
Jimmy blushes, stumbling back a bit with you in his arms. It’s taking everything he has for him not to kiss you. “And you’re drunk. So let’s getcha home, little missy.” He scoffs dragging you to his bike and helping you on before getting on himself. “Okay now, hold on to my waist as tight as you can and don’t let go.” All you do is hum, clinging on to him as he drives.
Not too long after, you’re at the campsite. Jimmy parks his bike in his usual spot, pulling the key out. He’s about to get off when he feels you shift on his back. “You can let go now.” He sighs. Nothing happens. “Y/N-” he turns his head to see your eyes shut and mouth open a little. How the hell did you fall asleep? “Y/N!” He hates waking you up.
“Whaaaaat?” You whine, pushing your face off his leather jacket. You’re home. Stumbling, you get off the bike, almost face planting on the ground. Jimmy saves you. “Jimmy?” You inquire, confused. “Oh Jim, I’m soooo tired…” you whine, falling in his arms. Was he always this muscular?
He picks you up bridal style, stepping through the tall grass to his trailer. “I know, I know…” he coos, nudging the metal door open with his brown shoe. When he enters, he squats, making sure he doesn’t bang your head; which is tucked in his chest. “Here babydoll…” He whispers, setting you in his cot.
You let out a little whine, like a newborn, grabbing his plain white shirt. “No! Don’t leave!” You pull him as hard as possible, so his face is extremely close to yours. “Please.” You breathe out, suddenly getting emotional.
Jimmy chuckles, moving you slightly to climb under you. “Okay. ’M not leavin’.” He mumbles, stroking your hair. “Oh babydoll…you’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow…”
I sewed the shirt from old T-shirts and have probably worn that shirt and its sports bra for a combined time of several weeks, including a belt test for the bra. Blood sweat, and tears went into them quite literally, plus campfire ashes and metro grease.
The arm is made from stuff I found in my basement except for the perforated sheet metal, the little wrench, and the wood hand base. My house is over 70 years old, and I bet that big wrench and the rebarb had been there since then.
I had an engineer friend make the base, and then I added the details. I have before and after pics if interested.
I attach it to me using medical tape, and add two elbow braces with extra metal supports that I found on the side of the road when I need to be able to move it around for dancing.
I brought the belt from etsy seller AlterEgoProductions. I’ve had to replace some of the chains and jump rings after a few hours of dance.
The shoes came pre-distressed, and they are just such things of beauty they needed their own pictures.
I taught myself leatherworking to make the cuff and gaiter. They aren’t terribly polished, but their mine.
I got the corset from meschantescorsetry. It was important to me to be able to dress myself onehanded, so I elected a front and back lace corset.
tagged me in a stop drop and selfie
a few days ago, so here you go. (this is my “it’s way to hot outside right now” face.)
- what song(s) have you been obsessed with lately?Past Lives – The Local
Natives, White Flag – Joseph, Are You Serious – Andrew Bird, Sound & Color –
Alabama Shakes, Somebody Else – The 1975
- what’s been the best part of your summer so far? any plans you’re
looking forward to for the remainder of the summer?The best parts so
far have been going to Chicago to visit Melody, and going to Virginia to visit
the rest of my family. I’m really looking forward to the end of August and the beginning
of September (I’m going to see Andrew Bird with Melody, Peter, and my brother Jonathan.)
- what’s your biggest irrational fear?Getting stuck on the side of
the road, and being stuck in a room with a clown.
When Daryl Dixon, the painfully awkward loner, finds himself stuck on the side of the road with Carol Reynolds, an exuberant free spirit, he is thrown for loop. By the time his brother comes back for him, Carol has lost her shirt and Daryl has gained some important insight. After that walk, things will never be the same for either of them.
Choose ways full of life
beneath a maple tree in June
waiting earnestly: in shadow faces
sepia froth yearbooks
between pages of Polaroid ghosts.
Fades Child yesteryear, thoughts
Sift, into concrete fortress,
stage of one facing faces
in mad mirrors of introspection.
As a lonely traveler
right hand side
of every single road that leads around
Scribe a nonsensical repetitious map.
Pebbling life, philosophized tree spouts
an autumn leaf on warm breeze
through laundered sheets upon lines we say
“I love you, I love you, I do, love you”
melodious begs forth
milky way silkens an infinite nest
for loves will, phoenixes unleashing fire
encompassing cosmic marvels
into wire spiral moldavite pendants.
in welded sands of time
call it, eternity.
Smiling at love
With one thought
“what perfect composition”
To behold beauty standing unfurled gowns
“love is love is love”
Speak not of difference
through your eyes as your hands shape my face
reverence speaks in silent moments.
To spin this yarn in a more pleasing way, it seems
now is always timeless.
I’m stretching my limbs into forever
we knew that every autumn
June maple photographs
every breath bliss
where thoughts fear to tread.
As a cop I don't put on my gun thinking 'I'm gonna shoot a black person today!' I put on my vest hoping just don't get shot/stabbed. I put on my gun praying I won't have to use it (haven't yet). When I see a person (black, white, hispanic) -1-
-2- walking on the side of the road yeah I’m curious what they’re doing but I don’t automatically assume they’re a criminal, or about to do something criminal. I love getting out with people just to talk to them, find out what’s going on in the -3- community, if there’s anything I can do better for them. I want to make my city better for everyone, and one way of doing that is by enforcing the law. But it’s a two way street; the community also has to do their part to reduce crime and -4- they have to report the crimes happening. Use of deadly force isn’t something we want to do, it’s what we sometimes have to do. Don’t condemn the justifiable for a handful of unjust. Try to have a bit more understanding for our jobs, what we do.
Hey man sorry I didn’t get to this until today I’ve been a bit AWOL. My brain is dead so I’ll just thank you for the input, it’s a good message, and you’re very brave.
Four in the morning. Isn’t she the little night owl. He’d be more discreet if it were later in the morning and people were actually about to hear her scream.
“You’ll need a bigger plastic bag if you’re considering taking that little fella home.” He’s never too far from her, of course, and, gesturing to the dead raccoon on the side of the road already grub-eaten from the inside, he’s nodding with a smug brand of pride. He’s, obviously, done this many times before.
“I’ve got about eight-hundred flesh eating beetles at home, if you’re more of a skeletal person.”