“Hamilton” and the new “Harry Potter” play are the hottest theatrical shows of the moment, with “Hamilton” outgrossing everything else on Broadway, and Harry, Hermione and Ron drawing hordes of muggles to London’s West End.
But success has a side effect: Both shows have fallen prey to high-tech scalpers who harvest large quantities of seats and resell them at exorbitant markups. “Hamilton” has been hit particularly hard: When it first opened on Broadway, nearly 80 percent of seats were purchased by automated ticket bots, and for Lin-Manuel Miranda’s final performance, resellers were seeking an average of $10,900 a seat.
Now, as “Hamilton” prepares to open in London this fall and “Harry Potter” plans to open on Broadway next year, the producers of both shows are aggressively trying to contain scalping, a long-festering problem for the entertainment industry that has been exacerbated by technology. The producers of “Hamilton” are trying an unusual approach for theater — paperless ticketing — while the producers of “Harry Potter” are refusing to accept resold tickets.
And in the United States and Britain, policy makers are tackling the issue anew, concerned about the effect of industrialized scalping on consumers and artists.
Picture this: Instead of receiving a traditional ticket from the box office or a facsimile printed at home, you just get an email confirming your purchase. Then, on the day of the show, you have to bring the same credit card you used for the purchase — as well as the email confirmation and a photo ID — and run the credit card through a scanner to get in. The theory is that requiring the same credit card for purchase and entrance should complicate efforts by would-be resellers.
“Going to the theater is expensive enough as it is with the money that you need to charge to put these big shows on, so it’s absolutely ridiculous for it to be inflated by third parties,” Mr. Mackintosh said.
There are downsides: It makes it harder to purchase tickets as gifts, and there is a risk of congestion or confusion at the theater doors. And the method is not fail-safe. On the day “Hamilton” tickets went on sale in London, with a face value of up to $200, tickets were already being promoted for resale at up to $6,000. Their validity was unknown — the show has vowed to cancel resold tickets — but in theory, a reseller could try to circumvent the system by accompanying customers to the show.
For now, paperless ticketing does not appear to be an option in New York, which restricts such sales. There, “Hamilton” has tried a different approach: reducing the effect of resellers by canceling suspect purchases, and, more recently, by raising prices at the box office to more closely reflect the tickets’ perceived market value. […]
Goth: Palette, i’m not very sure about this… Palette: Aww C’mon Gothy, you look so cute! *sigh* You should see yourself in a mirror. Goth: *BLUSH INTENSIFIES*
Guess what!? My inspiration came again and hit me really hard! HAHAHAHahahaha…welp, a couple a days ago, I saw this little comic of Goth and Palette talking about costumes and baby reaper didn’t have one so I decide to make this base on Rogue idea.
Basically, Palette took Goth’s robe (or whatever it’s call) and attached too the hoodie, fake wolf ears (…more like cat ears ) and give him fake fangs.
Happy Friday all! Here’s something I don’t think has seen much light. I stand by what I say: I love seeing these men in regular clothes. Goes without saying…they look hot!!
Disclaimer:If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter. And
please do credit. It was a lot of hard work editing this one as the
scanner/scanning service I paid for this scanned everything with a very
blue overtone and it was very difficult to correct manually (auto color
correct could never fix that). Thanks and enjoy.
The POS at the Wal-Mart was not working right so I actually had to get my credit card out and put it in the little scanner thing!
And then it printed out my receipt on paper without a QR code, so I had to manually type the numbers in to my phone so that Wal-Mart will refund me the price difference from comparisons to local competitors’ prices.
The whole experience was so incredibly horrible, the only thing I can think of that could possibly be any worse would have been having to walk by a statue of a dead person who did something I disagree with. Can you imagine?
Premise: Single dads AU where Dean and Cas both have kids to take care of, and they happen to meet in a grocery store.
Word Count: 2,500
“Anna, please,” Castiel begged his little sister. “Just one more thing—just one.”
The toddler scowled and clutched onto her red, floral skirt with tiny fists. “No! I wanna go now!”
Castiel sighed. He needed to get eye drops on the other side of the store, but Anna had already decided they’d done enough shopping for today and was adamant about going home. He could almost feel his contacts drying in his eyes.
“What do you need?” a deep, warm voice asked.
Castiel turned to see hazel eyes staring at him. The man was muscled, and the hands holding his small basket of groceries were calloused. A red flannel shirt hugged his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Dark denim jeans hung a little too low on his hips, but that might have been due to the hands grabbing his pant leg more than a sizing error. The little boy clinging to the man had freckles over his nose that matched the man’s, as well as the same shade of brown hair. He stared up at Castiel with wary eyes.
“Excuse me?” Castiel asked, staring at the man oddly.
“I can get what you need while you check-out,” the man said. “She looks like she’s ready to scream.”
Castiel glanced down at Anna who was red-faced and impatiently bouncing on the balls of her feet. “That would help me out a lot. Thank you.”
The man smiled, deepening the crinkles around his eyes. “What do you need?”
“Eye drops. The brand I use is Zaditor.”
The man nodded. “Got it.”
When he started away, Castiel started down the aisle with his cart. Anna hopped happily beside him, pleased she’d gotten her way. The store was relatively empty, so only two check out lines were open. Castiel walked to the first line behind an elderly man. He’d no sooner put his eggs on the conveyor than the man and little boy came up behind him with an orange box of Zaditor.
“Expensive eye drops,” the man commented, handing them over.
Castiel placed them on the conveyor and continued unloading his groceries. “Nothing else seems to work.” He glanced at Anna just in time to see her try to sneak a chocolate bar onto the conveyor. “Anna, put it back.” She puckered her lips into a pout, but put the chocolate back.
“I’m Dean, by the way,” the man said. “This is my son, Ben.”
Castiel stopped unloading his groceries long enough to hold his hand out. “Castiel. The tiny gremlin over there is my little sister, Anna.”
The tiny gremlin in question stuck her tongue out at him response. Dean chuckled. “You guys must have pretty big age gap.”
Castiel finished unloading his cart. “Twenty-one years.”
“How’d your parents manage that?”
“Long story,” Castiel evaded, unwilling to talk about his parents just yet. He looked down at Ben. “How old are you?”
The boy clung onto his father’s pant leg and mumbled a soft, “Four.”
“Me, too!” said Anna excitedly. “You wanna be friends?”
He smiled slightly. “Okay.”
She hopped over to him. “Do you like snakes?”
“Snakes are cool.”
She grinned and continued to ask him random questions. Castiel let her make friends and pushed his cart to the front of the counter for the bagger. “Paper or plastic?” the cashier asked.
“Paper,” he mumbled and pulled his wallet from his pocket.
Dean put his basket on the conveyor when there was enough room. “You live around here?” he asked.
Castiel gave him a wary look.
“I’m just asking because we just moved out here, and Ben doesn’t know any other kids.”
After a moment, Castiel said, “We’re just down Whitethorne, near Raven’s Court.”
Dean’s brows furrowed in confusion. “It’s only apartments over there.”
“Your parents, Anna, and you all live in an apartment?”
“It’s just me and Anna.” Castiel swiped his card through the machine at the cashier’s prompting.
Understanding crossed Dean’s face. Instead of asking more questions, he said, “Ben and I live around there, too. Village Blue Apartments, if you know it.”
Castiel paused in surprise before signing his name on the credit card scanner. “Locals just call it the Village. Anna and I live there, too.”
Dean’s brows rose. “Oh, cool. So would it be all right if I brought Ben over for a playdate or something some time?”
Anna jumped up. “Yeah! Playdate! I like Ben!”
Castiel glanced down at his little sister and Ben, then to Dean. “Yeah, a playdate sounds good.”
Dean smiled. “Awesome.”
The cashier handed Castiel his receipt. “Have a nice day,” she muttered blandly.
“You, too,” Castiel replied automatically.
“Did you drive or walk here?” Dean asked, as the cashier started scanning his groceries.
“You wanna walk back together? That way Ben and Anna can continue…doing whatever it is they’re doing.” Dean looked down at the toddlers who were counting each other’s fingers, except neither could count higher than eight, so they started over at one whenever they reached eight.
Castiel smiled at the sight. “Sure.” He waited patiently while Dean paid for his groceries, then walked out with him. When they were outside, he put his cart back in the cart area and took his bags out.
“You were planning to carry four bags three blocks back to your apartment with a four-year-old?” Dean asked.
Castiel shrugged. “I’ve done it before.”
Dean took one of Castiel’s bags, so he carried two and Castiel three. “You should always have a hand free in case they try to run off. Toddlers are fast.”
“I find that it’s much more efficient to simply drop everything, then chase after them. Less weight to hold you down.”
“So you have tried to chase Anna carrying four bags.”
A corner of Castiel’s lips twitched. “Maybe.”
Ben and Anna started down the street, so Dean and Castiel hurried to catch up with them. They kept pace behind the toddlers who had far too much energy stored in such small bodies. “So why’d you move here?” Castiel asked, feeling he owed at least some attempt at conversation to this friendly stranger.
Dean’s lips quirked to one side, an expression Castiel found strangely endearing. “Honestly, I couldn’t afford to keep my house anymore. My ex-wife took a lot when she divorced me and ran off.”
Castiel frowned. “I’m sorry.”
Dean shrugged. “It’s my own fault. Lisa said I loved my job more than I loved her. It wasn’t true, but I didn’t spend as much time with her as I should have.”
“She give you full custody of Ben?”
“Yeah, that was unexpected. I thought she would have at least fought for him a little, but…” Dean trailed off and shook his head. “So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a translator.”
Dean’s brows rose. “A translator?”
Castiel nodded. “I translate technical and creative works for companies and publishing houses into English, Russian, Spanish, and Mandarin.”
“Where’d you learn so many languages?”
“My parents traveled a lot. I used to speak nine languages fluently. Now, I’m fluent in only five.”
“‘Only five,” Dean repeated in amusement. “That’s a cool job.”
“Well, what about you? You look like you do something with your hands.”
Dean glanced down at the hands in question. “Oh, I’m an engineer, but sometimes I work on cars at my uncle’s place on the weekend. I come from a family of mechanics.”
“Really?” Castiel thought of the old pimpmobile his grandfather had given him before college. The gold 1978 Lincoln hadn’t run properly since Castiel had gotten it, which was why he avoided driving as much as he could.
“I can take a look at it,” Dean said.
Castiel gave him an odd look. “What?”
“I can take a look at whatever car you were just thinking of.”
Castiel’s face heated. He hadn’t wanted to make such a presumptuous request of a stranger, but apparently, he hadn’t had to. “Thanks.”
Dean smiled in amusement. “Sure thing.”
They continued chatting the entire three blocks to the apartment complex. Castiel hadn’t bothered to make friends in a long time, but Dean was so easy to talk to. And he wasn’t bad to look at either. In fact, he was one of the most attractive men Castiel had ever encountered. Not that Castiel was thinking about that. Dean was obviously not gay if he’d had a wife, and besides, Anna didn’t need a complication in her life like her only guardian getting a boyfriend.
Castiel’s apartment was closer to the entrance than Dean’s. He unlocked his door and let Anna run inside. “What are you doing Saturday?” Dean asked when Castiel took his grocery bag from him.
“Probably working on a translation of a Chinese novel,” Castiel said, “but if you want to bring Ben over for a playdate around noon, I can pull myself away from tedious literature.”
Dean offered a wide smile that lit up his entire face. “Perfect. See you then.”
“Bye, Ben!” Anna shouted from inside.
“Bye, Anna!” Ben shouted back.
Castiel stepped inside his apartment and closed the door after himself, smiling involuntarily.
Seven playdates and two dinners later, Dean still knew little to nothing about Castiel’s history. Whenever the topic of his parents came up, Castiel just said it was a “long story” and changed the subject. Ben and Anna were the best of friends and now attended the same daycare at Castiel’s recommendation. Yet no matter how much the little ones bonded, Castiel always kept a little distance. It was just enough that Dean never felt as if he were being avoided, but far enough that he didn’t feel comfortable prying.
On the eighth playdate, Ben and Anna fell asleep together on Dean’s beige carpet in the living room. They’d curled up next to each other, dolls still clutched in their hands. Castiel had let them fall asleep, knowing Anna had gotten up earlier than usual and Ben had burned himself out trying to keep up with her burst of energy that had no doubt been the result of sleep-deprivation.
Dean walked in with two cups of coffee and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch where Castiel sat. “I should get her home,” Castiel said and pushed his glasses up his nose.
“Well, at least finish your coffee,” Dean insisted. “She can sleep on my bed until you guys need to take off.”
Castiel nodded. “All right.” He walked around the coffee table and scooped up his little sister. Dean picked up Ben, and they walked through a door on the right that led to the master bedroom. Castiel laid Anna out atop the blue comforter. Dean placed Ben on the other side of the bed. When they were sure the kids weren’t going to wake up from being moved, they tiptoed out and returned to the couch to drink their coffee.
“Doesn’t Ben have his own room?” Castiel asked, sipping his black coffee.
“Yeah, but he refuses to sleep in it.” Dean stared sadly into the dark liquid in his mug. “He misses his mother. More often than not, he climbs into my bed in the middle of the night expecting to find her there.”
Castiel reached across the couch and squeezed Dean’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“I just don’t understand why she would leave like that.” Dean shook his head. “I imagine it’s harder for Anna.”
Castiel suddenly dropped his hand and looked down at his coffee. “Not really. I’m the only parent she’s known.”
Dean knew this was the point where he should have dropped the topic, but after two months of evasive answers, he was dying to know. “What happened to your parents?”
Castiel didn’t reply, and for a moment, Dean thought he wouldn’t say anything. But then he mumbled, “My mother died in labor with Anna. She was over forty at the time, so we expected complications, but…we didn’t know it would be that bad. Afterward, my dad just…stopped. He wouldn’t eat or sleep. He was just so depressed without her. So I took care of Anna while he got treatment for himself.” The steam from the coffee began to fog Castiel’s glasses, so he put the cup down. “Not two months after Anna was born, he just disappeared. Left me a note saying he wanted me to take care Anna and not to look for him. And that’s what I did.”
Dean didn’t know what to say, so he set his coffee down, wrapped an arm around Castiel’s shoulders, and pulled him closer. Castiel stiffened initially, but relaxed into Dean after a moment. “I’m sorry, man,” Dean mumbled.
Castiel rested his head on Dean’s shoulder. “I’ve made my peace with it. I just wish he’d told me where he went.”
Dean turned his head to look at Castiel. His lips grazed a mess of brown hair. Castiel stared down at the floor with sad, blue eyes. The glasses sitting on his nose reflected his irises. And Dean didn’t know what to do after noticing all those little details. He didn’t know what to think about the warmth of Castiel’s head on his shoulder or the sound of his soft breathing.
As if of its own volition, Dean’s hand slid the short distance across the couch to Castiel’s hand. If Castiel was surprised by the contact, he didn’t show it. “You’re really good with Anna,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.
“You’re really good with Ben,” Dean replied with the same volume.
“No, you don’t understand.” Castiel sat up to look at Dean squarely. “I trust you with Anna.”
Dean nodded slowly, going with his gut instinct and terrified about it all the same. “No, I understand.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of Castiel’s hand. “I trust you with Ben, and I haven’t found someone like that…ever.”
Castiel stared at Dean, searching his hazel eyes. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, then Dean muttered, “Ah, hell.” He leaned forward and brought their lips together. Castiel went rigid, and Dean thought he’d made a horrible mistake. But then Castiel had his hands in Dean’s hair, gently urging him closer. Dean deepened the kiss, every fiber of his being humming with an overwhelming sense of right. When Castiel pulled away, it was to whisper, “I need to thank Anna.”
Dean arched a brow. “For what?”
“For almost throwing a tantrum in the grocery store that day.” Castiel’s cupped Dean’s jaw. “You wouldn’t have offered to get my eye drops otherwise. We might have never met.”
Dean smiled. “That’s true.” He kissed Castiel again briefly, then mumbled against his lips, “Remind me to thank her, too.”
Castiel took off his glasses and set them on the table. “Gladly.”
Alright let’s see how this works. For the peeps that prefer original artwork over anime artwork (not that I blame you xD)– the cover of the Saiyuki Series 2015, scanned and edited by me.
If re-posting please credit to “flowermiko” at Tumblr or Twitter. And please do credit. It was a lot of hard work editing this one as the scanner/scanning service I paid for this scanned everything with a very blue overtone and it was very difficult to correct manually (auto color correct could never fix that). Thanks and enjoy.
My weekend has been filled with a lot of tears, some good memories of times gone by with friends I won’t see again in my lifetime, and reminders of just how much I will miss them. I needed something to cheer me up—so pictures of Jon from the 80s it is!
The eclipse must have been giving off some majorly weird mojo today, because this day has been a TRIP of bad and good:
I had to go rescue my friend when she got a flat on the way to the doctor’s office.
I found $65 dollars in the ditch when I went for a walk in the woods 🤑
I got called to interview for assistant manager at Spirit Halloween, where I have not worked in 3 years and where I did not reapply this season 🤔
The register, the phone, AND the security system at work were going haywire; the security system beeped every 5 minutes, we couldn’t make or recieve phone calls, and the credit card scanner would not function so we had to record credit card transactions by hand to be run tomorrow.
One of our regulars came in and brought her new puppy, which she asked me to watch while she shopped around, which I did most gladly (Irish Setter puppy, OMG THE CUTENESS).
I scratched the shit out of my arm on the dumpster taking the trash out at work and now I probably need to go get a tetanus shot.
The makeup primer I’ve been wanting to try was on sale for 5 off today.
It’s been quite the day. I don’t know if the sun is responsible for my good fortune today and the moon the bad, or the other way around, but I’m feeling a bit whiplashed.
As a retail employee heading into the holiday hellscape, I’d like to remind everyone of a few things:
Don’t grab a bunch of stuff and then sort through what you do and don’t want once you reach the counter. This takes up way to much time, holds everyone up, and makes it extremely hard to have enough room at our registers to do anything.
Don’t throw all your stuff in one huge pile, especially if the counter is small and/or doesn’t have a conveyor belt. This makes it nearly impossible to accurately scan things, so if you get overcharged its your own damn fault.
Go through your coupons BEFORE YOU REACH THE COUNTER. It’s not that hard. Get your shit, step off to the side to get yourself together, then get in line. Or, use your time in line to get your stuff together.
If an employee asks for your e-mail or zip code or phone number just give it. Trust me, we really don’t want to ask for it but we’re required to and if we don’t collect enough we get in trouble.
Employees do not set the sales or the coupons or any of that. Most also don’t memorize every single sale that the store is having, ESPECIALLY this time of year when they’re changing daily, sometimes hourly. Don’t yell at us for having to check something.
Don’t set your kids in the bagging area. It is for bagging, not holding your child. If you put your kid there I can’t bag all the crap you bought.
Don’t let your child just sit there and push random buttons on the credit card scanner, or grab anything on the counter, or anything of that sort.
Don’t just give your kids something to play with while you’re in the store and then leave it at the counter when you pay.
Better yet, find someone to watch your kids while you shop.
LISTEN TO YOUR CASHIER. Our spiel isn’t just mindless noise, it is important information about coupons or how our specific payment method works (especially important now that some places in the US have chip scanners but some don’t) or something of that sort.
Please read the fine print on sales and coupons. It will save everyone a lot of time and heartache.
If you see a cashier struggling through a huge line, find a different employee to talk to about whatever question you have.
Just be respectful and patient. A small store can easily clear 50,000+ sales in one day this time of year, and that is incredibly exhausting for employees.