her hands. They’re unique – surgeon’s hands, with piano fingers from her
lessons as a child. Her hands are long, slender, and skilful, and he begs her
to play for him. She loves his hands. They’re unique – callused from work and
his violin. His left hand is slim and flexible, years of finding notes up and
down the smooth ebony fingerboard making it pliant. His right hand, in
contrast, is rough with calluses, years of elegant bowstrokes causing a
permanent bend in his fingers. His hands are strong and she begs him to play
she thinks she could strangle him – him with his socks and sweaters and tea –
but then she will see him with their tortoise or his bees, and she can’t quite
hide the smile that tugs at her lips.
alright today was my block association’s spring cleaning so it’s time to talk abt derek nurse canonically living in a brownstone!!
living in a brownstone is a lil different from living in an apt building, bc you dont have a superintendent. that means that taking care of any problems w your house is your job, but it also means you’re responsible for the sidewalk in FRONT of your house, which means nursey probably has some experience mending sidewalks! (i saw someone do it today actually and their like 5 year old was helping out so picture tiny nursey w one of those palette knife thingies carefully spreading goop over a crack with his tongue sticking out in concentration?? adorable)
brownstones also often have lil gardens and windowboxes and the ones on my block are well taken care of so theyre really really nice! my block also has a block association and we have events and shit (like a summer bbq!!) and every year theres a spring cleaning day where we get together and get rid of all the litter and trash, sweep the streets, and clean out the tree boxes so we can plant new flowers in them! so also tiny nursey w too big gardening gloves digging in the dirt and carefully helping to plant flowers and chattering to them abt how pretty they are that is all
April’s Character Bio and Stats from the TMNT Roleplaying series from Palladium Books. Illustrated by Kevin Eastman/Peter Laird, featured in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & Other Strangness by Erick Wujcik.
Real Name: April O’Neil Alignment: Principled Attributes: I.Q.: 19, M.E.: 11, M.A.: 13, P.S.: 13, P.P.: 14, P.E.: 11, P.B.: 14, Spd.: 13 Age: 27 Sex: Female Weight: 115lbs Height: 5ft 8in Hit Points: 17 S.D.C.: 6 Disposition: Cheerful, friendly and concerned about people, hard working. Powers: None Psionics: None Level of Experience: 1st Level Level of Education: Master’s Degree Scholastic Bonus: +36% Occupation: Computer Programmer Scholastic Skills: Biology- 70% Chemistry- 75% Computer Operation- 95% Computer Programming- 75% Intelligence- 76% Photography- 85% Paramedic- 85% Writing (Journalism)- 68% Weapon Proficiencies: None Physical Skills/Training: Hand to Hand: Basic General Athletics Swimming: Basic Running Secondary Skills: Art (Carpentry)- 46% Cook- 65% Dance- 45% Pilot Automobile- 98% Pilot Small Truck- 98% Basic Electronics- 45% Study, Antiques- 92% Study, History- 85% COMBAT SKILLS: Attacks Per Melee: 2 Bonuses: No Bonuses to Strike/Parry/Dodge/Damage; +2 to Roll with Punch or Fall. Personal Profile: April is a very intelligent young woman. As a teenager she was a dedicated computer “hacker.” The skills she gained then were later translated into her career as computer programmer, specializing in robotics software. This is how she came to be associated with Dr. Baxter Stockman and his “Mouser” project.
April also has an interest in antiques and junk, with the emphasis on the junk. The brownstone that she lives in has a junk store called “Second Time Around” on the first floor. This is the one her father used to own before he had his stroke. Now April operates the store part-time. The Mutant Turtles are now living in the building with her.
Except for taking a few self-defense courses, April has no special fighting skill. She is in good shape though and runs and does aerobics regularly. Special Weapons: None Criminal Record: None
Incredible opportunity to own this gorgeous 4,000 sqft Spruce Street Brownstone in the heart of Rittenhouse Square! Pristine formal living room with 13ft high ceilings and original fireplace, beautiful large formal dining room. The kitchen has granite countertops, subzero refrigerator and German Allmilmo cabinets! The house is filled with magnificently preserved original features including crown moldings, wood detail, chandeliers, grand staircase, grand mirrors (ideal for mirror selfies) original hardwood floors, stained & leaded glass copper bay windows throughout. This mansion has 6 spacious & gracious bedrooms, 4 baths, library, 3 room dormer with full bath (au pair/guest suite) and beautiful garden/patio.
Hi! I really really love your blog! I was hoping you could give me a singledaddy!peeta for my birthday on November 25. Any rating will do, just fuck me up with some everlark and toastbabies please!! Thank you!
Wishing you a most wonderful birthday! To help you celebrate, the lovely and gracious @katnissdoesnotfollowback has crafted this delightful little fic just for you!
Back aching and head throbbing, Peeta’s shoes scrape the pavement as he trudges home. Hands dig in his pockets for the bottle of aspirin and he tosses back two dry right before pushing in the waist high wrought iron gate leading into the tiny garden in front of the narrow brownstone in which he lives. The rent was a steal four years ago, affordable with the addition of a second job. It also came with the added benefit of finally moving out of his mother’s home. Away from her constant judgements and interference. Away from the crushing memories of his father and the unending reminders that one stupid grief driven mistake led to the one thing he’d done in his life that matters at all.
He shrugs off the melancholy thoughts, rolling his shoulders to work the kinks from them. Second week pulling double shifts at the bakery is leaving its mark. At only twenty-eight, he shouldn’t feel this tired and worn. As he inserts his key into the lock, squealing fills the house, travelling to his ears and making him smile. He’d thought she was just about too old to be greeting him like that anymore.