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Okay, so back to the Percy Jackson: The Musical, in “Bring On The Monsters” Annabeth has a line that is “Feelin’ stoked!”. The one who plays Annabeth is named Kristin Stokes. How common is the phrase “Feeling stoked” these days? That means that more likely than not the writers WROTE THAT LINE IN FOR HER and whenever she sings it she always points at herself with pride and this just makes me really happy.

DDN SPORTS EXCLUSIVE DETAILS: TIGER WOODS BUSTED FOR DUI Blames Rx Meds (UPDATE)

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5/30: Contrary to what law enforcement sources told us Monday, according to the police report Tiger did not have alcohol in his system and did not refuse a breathalyzer. He also was found stopped on the side of the road and not weaving.

And, according to the police report, Tiger was cooperative

5:22 PM PT: Tiger just released a statement … “I understand the severity of what I did and I take full responsibility for my actions.  I want the public to know that alcohol was not involved.  What happened was an unexpected reaction to prescribed medications. 

 I didn’t realize the mix of medications affected me so strongly."Woods goes on … "I would like to apologize with all my heart to my family, friends, and the fans.  I expect more from myself, too.  I will do everything in my power to ensure this never happens again.

I fully cooperated with law enforcement, and I would like to personally thank the representatives of the Jupiter Police Dept. and the Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Office for their professionalism.”

1:14 PM PT: We just found out Tiger’s girlfriend, Kristin Smith, learned about the arrest while shopping at a Neiman Marcus store in Dallas. Someone called her and, according to several eyewitnesses, “she went crazy” and said “I knew it, I knew it.” We’re told she began crying, then bought $5k worth of merchandise and left.

Getty Tiger’s girlfriend Kristen Smith.

10:37 AM PT: Law enforcement sources tell DJ David Newsroom cops spotted Woods “driving erratically, all over the road” when they pulled him over.  We’re told the officer smelled alcohol on Woods’ breath and at that point Woods became “arrogant.”  

We’re told the officer asked him to blow into a breathalyzer but he refused.  In Florida that means automatic arrest and license suspension.  
Our sources say Woods’ people have been calling the police all morning asking if the cop had a body cam. 

9:55 AM PT: DDN Sports has learned Woods was driving a 2015 Mercedes.  Cops called a tow yard to store the vehicle but then cancelled the call.  Someone involved tells us a person in Woods’ camp retrieved the vehicle. 

As you recalled but Tiger had back surgery last month.  As we reported, cops have not specified whether the DUI was for drugs, alcohol or both.

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Tiger Woods has been arrested on DUI charges in Jupiter, Florida.

The golfer was stopped by cops early Monday morning for driving under the influence of alcohol. He was taken in around 3 AM and released from Palm Beach County Jail at 10:50 AM.

You’ll recall … when Tiger and then wife Elin Noiedegren got into their blowout fight back in 2009, he hit a tree while driving under the influence of Ambien.  He was not charged with DUI at the time.

the-elf-mahat  asked:

Christina Hendricks

NAME: Kristin Brinklehoff
AGE: 34
SPECIES: Stromic Human
PROFESSION: Spy, assassin, thief
STATUS: Alive and operating out of Kalimdor

BACKSTORY: Born to a well-off, surprisingly mild-mannered family in the Arathi Highlands, Kristin was raised to be a “proper lady” by her mother and father. Eventually though, once the kingdom of Arathor crumbled, Kristin found her way to Stormwind without the assistance of her parents and began work as a femme fatale of sorts. While she does use the polite tactics her parents ingrained in her, Kristin is most certainly not to be underestimated.

FEELINGS TO MUSE: The only one to have ever robbed Eldricc Everton, Kristin Brinklehoff met the hunter when the man first arrived to the city of Stormwind. Through a series of cunning conversational moves, Kristin managed to seduce Eld, leading the hunter to a room at an inn. After a night that even she enjoyed, Kristin worked her way free of Eldricc’s grasp, took all that he owned besides his bow, and escaped. The only reason why she had ended things so quickly is because, at the time, Eld had nothing else to give.

5

Kristine gathers all of the ladies’ finalists - me, Kristen, Amber, and Jessica - along with the judges in the center of the ring. Charles, who’s been my coach throughout the weekend, is there as well.

“There is no cap in finals,” Kristine says, referring to the eight-point mercy rule that was in effect in pools. “Whoever has the most points at the end wins.”

“So is the break taken at a minute-thirty, or after three minutes?” I ask.

“Each round is three minutes.”

“Charles,” I say, turning to face him, “I’m going to need some water.”

He goes off in search of a bottle of water, but it is not so easily found and Kristine isn’t wasting any time. I’m in my corner, Kristen, my opponent is in her’s. Kristine’s already asking if the table and judges are ready. There’s no way Charles will be back in time, but I spot Tim across the ring.

“TIM!” I shout, through my mask. He runs over to my side, and two seconds later, I’m fighting for bronze.

***

It’s been four months since my last women’s tournament, and six weeks since my last open. Here I’ll be fighting women whom I’ve never seen fight before, and thus I have no idea what to expect. I’m going in with a new attitude - I’m not just looking to make it out of my pool here; I want to win the whole shebang.

It affects the way I fight. Somewhere in my first match I land a thrust, one that I’ve only landed once or twice in sparring before. It carries over - my first two pool fights are wins for me; they aren’t perfect, but they are clean and decidedly in my favor. Unlike in Pittsburgh, this time, when I see the openings, I’m able to take them.

My third pool fight, however, is another story. Jessica is fast, and unimpeded by the provided swords we are using. Everyone loses fights, but sometimes you just get beat, and that’s what happens here.

***

I want this so bad.

I can’t explain it any way other than - I’ve never in my life won anything on the merit of my own athletic talent or martial skill. I was always the kid that couldn’t make the team even in a year when more people made it than didn’t.

This isn’t supposed to be about the medals or competition against anyone or anything other than myself, and yet to get a medal here would give me a sense of validation that’s been almost impossible to find elsewhere. This is my sixth tournament, and my fourth women’s one. I’m past the point of nerves threatening to undo everything, of wondering if I can do this. I know I can; now I need to prove it.

***

In my first elimination match, I’m up against Ashleigh, who I faced earlier in my pool. I know I won earlier, but I also know that it’s quite common to win a pool fight against someone and then lose to them in eliminations.

The last time I was in this situation, Jayson told me, before the fight, “Win here and you’ll be fighting for a medal.” This time I find Jayson and tell him, “that thing you told me before SoCal? Don’t say it here.”

This time I have no distractions. I don’t let my nerves get the better of me. You can ask me now to recap the fight, but three days and one Finnish death flu later, I am left hoping there’s video somewhere.

I’ve already done the math in my head - whatever happens in my next fight, I’ll be fighting for a medal Saturday afternoon.

***

The first round of our fight is evenly matched. I maintain a slight lead throughout, but I’m just one exchange away from being on the other end. I’m mostly fighting from the nach, as is my personal preference - this isn’t the time for experimentation - and to my advantage, as I start to notice patterns.

For once I can see openings, for once I can remember what the correct thing to do is when I’m supposed to do it. Nothing about this fight is easy, but there are chances for me to seize, and for once I’m seizing them.

The only problem? At the end of three minutes I’m exhausted, and there’s still another three minutes to go.

“Relax,” Tim says.

If only it was that easy.

***

My semi-final match has too many lead changes for me to remember, other than that I had an early lead, lost it, and very nearly regained it at the end.

It’s a challenging fight, as if to say that if you are going to fight for gold, you’d better earn every second of it. We go back and forth, in a three minute bout that seems like it’s taking sixty. Amber knows what she’s doing, and while I’m trying my best, tonight it’s not enough.

Amber will be going for gold or at worst settling for silver; I will have to earn a bronze or go home once again empty-handed.

***

In the next round, instead of succumbing to my exhaustion, I’m able to push past it. I start not just landing hits, but doing things I’ve never even done in sparring before now. About halfway through the second round of my fight with Kristen, I land a thrust to the neck. Despite my mask I can hear Tim’s shout from across the ring.

At about 2:45 I realize I have a five point lead. It’s not insurmountable, but it’s close. Don’t do anything stupid, I say, repeating myself as the clock winds down. And then, just like that, it’s over. I’ve won.

***

I thought I’d be overcome with emotion, but the only emotion I’m feeling right now is pure, unadulterated joy. Joy in the art, joy in my performance tonight, joy in the camaraderie and natural good feelings engendered by all of the women competitors this tournament. How recently was it where I would have just been happy with winning a match?

This isn’t the pinnacle; there’s much I need to work on, and that will start as soon as I am over this flu and can begin training again. There’s only three weeks until Shortpoint, and the schedule doesn’t let up until August.

Purpleheart has left me with a feeling of joy and accomplishment - and still there is a craving for so much more.