We received a transmission that a huge Splatoon 2 LAN tournament is being planned for Boston this weekend, Nov 4-5, and it’s organized by some friends of the Squid Research Lab. Hosted at the Balance Patch Gaming Cafe in Boston, they’re bringing 2 full days of inking action featuring top players and teams, including members of Set To Destroy X (previously Deadbeat), who won the 2017 Splatoon 2 World Inkling Invitational!
All the action will be streamed by EndGameTV. If any local Boston squids are interested, you can check out more details here and here. We can’t wait to see which team comes out on top in one of the biggest Splatoon 2 LAN tournaments yet!
En su época de estudiante, el humorista americano, Conan O’Brien, decidió un día realizar una broma que le costaría una noche en prisión. Él y otros estudiantes se vistieron como constructores y comenzaron a vandalizar una calle, destruyendo el pavimento. O’Brien llamó a la policia local de Boston y les reportó su propio crimen diciendo que “unos estudiantes vestidos de trabajadores estaban dañando una vía en downtown Boston”. Luego, llamó a la policía estatal de Massachusetts y reportó otro crimen: “Estudiantes vestidos como policías están agrediendo a unos trabajadores que están trabajando en una calle”. Ambas fuerzas policiales llegaron al punto del suceso intentando arrestarse unos a los otros.
When jelly tubes come out, everyone gathers around to get a glimpse of these breathtaking ocean organisms. Moon Jellies are a local species here in Boston Harbor, and we’re lucky to have the chance to showcase them in such an engaging manner.
On this day in music history: August 25, 1976 - “Boston”, the debut album by Boston is released. Produced by Tom Scholz and John Boylan, it is recorded at Foxglove Studios in Watertown, MA, Capitol Studios in Hollywood, CA and The Record Plant in Los Angeles, CA from October 1975 - April 1976. A graduate from MIT (Massachusetts Instutute Of Technology) with a Master’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering, Tom Scholz works in the daytime as a product design engineer for Polaroid. A classically trained pianist from childhood, Scholz also has a deep interest in music, and he kicks around the local Boston bar and club scene, playing in various bands. When he tires of that grind, he develops his concept for “the perfect band” with fellow musician Jim Masdea. The two build a recording studio in the basement of Scholz’s home and begin working on songs. While playing in the band Mother’s Milk, they meet guitarist Barry Goudreau and vocalist Brad Delp who both become part of their studio project. By 1973, they have recorded a six song demo tape (containing very early versions of songs featured on the first album) of which copies are sent to every record label, and receive rejections from all of them. Undaunted, the band keep working away. In 1975, they begin to attract major record label attention with CBS distributed Epic Records signing the band. Epic insists that they record in a proper studio, while Scholz is much more comfortable working in his basement studio. Co-producer John Boylan runs interference between the band and record company making them believe they are actually recording in Los Angeles, when they actually are not. With the exception of some overdubbing done at outside studios, the bulk of the album is recorded in Scholz’s basement. Once released, the album gets off to a gradual start, until radio catches wind of the band. Scholz’s sonically perfect production anchored by lead singer Brad Delp’s soaring vocals, turns it into one of the most successful debut albums of all time. The albums sales quickly kick into overdrive, selling over two million copies in its first four months of release, and six million within a year. It spins off three singles including “More Than A Feeling” (#5 Pop), “Long Time” (#22 Pop), and “Peace Of Mind” (#38 Pop), all becoming among the most played singles in the history of mainstream rock radio. Boston also receives a Grammy nomination for Best New Artist in 1977. “Boston” peaks at number three on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 17x Platinum in the US by the RIAA, earning a Diamond Certification.
Does HBO John Adams miniseries have any historical inaccuracies?
There was a incorrect, wrong-headed depiction of Samuel Adams as a dangerous and corrupt mob-master, complete with a fictitious schism between Sam and his more moral cousin John.
John Adams is depicted as still suspicious of his cousin Samuel and Samuel’s allies, worrying they are plotting to take over the government for their own ends. In reality, John in these years was a consistent political ally of Samuel.
When Adams joins the delegates to the first Continental Congress in 1774, the delegates listed are actually those sent to the second Congress the following year.
Adams is shown riding into the immediate aftermath of the bloody fighting at Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775; this is false- by his own account, he only rode out some days later to the militia encampment at Cambridge.
News of Bunker Hill, sent by Abigail allows John to rally the Congress and achieve the establishment of a continental army, with George Washington as its commander. In reality, Adams was central in urging the creation of a continental army, but Congress voted to do so on June 14, appointing Washington its commander on the 15th- two days before Bunker Hill even happened.
The militia, withdrawing from Bunker Hill, passed directly by Abigail Adams’s door and she sees the mutilated body of Joseph Warren drawn by in a cart. But, Bunker Hill was on the opposite side of Boston Harbor, and the Adams home was entirely off the militia’s line of march.
General Henry Knox rides by Abigail’s door with the cannon captured from Fort Ticonderoga when in fact, his route took him nowhere near her.
The committee to prepare a declaration of independence is shown being created as a casual afterthought: in fact, this committee was established by a proper vote of Congress.
Dickinson did oppose John Adams, but the New York delegation- shown as violently hostile to Adams and his opinions- actually supported independence, though they still lacked authorization to vote for it.
The initial vote was not 9-4, but 9-2 with two abstentions (New York and Delaware).
Abigail and her children did not undergo the smallpox innoculation in isolation, but with relatives in Boston. The virus was not taken from the gory pustules of the dying but from those less severely afflicted, in hopes that inoculation would produce as mild a reaction as possible.
The hostility of South Carolina’s Edward Rutledge is exaggerated.
Adams did not fire the first shot in the engagement between a ship pursuing his in the Atlantic crossing. The officer shown dying was actually wounded later, when a cannon exploded while saluting a French vessel, and the stricken officer only died a week after that.
Adams’s lack of French: while this was true at first, he quickly became proficient.
He did not go to straight to Holland in search of loans: he instead returned briefly to Massachusetts.
October 1779, after John completed his service with the Massachusetts constitutional convention, he was sent back to France by Congress, appointed to negotiate peace-terms with Britain should opportunity arise. He took his son John Quincy with him, as he had in 1778 and he also took Charles.
In 1784, it was not just Abigail Adams who joined her husband in Europe, but also their daughter Nabby abandoned.
In reality, she first rejoined him in London. Only later did they take a house in France and go there together, along with Nabby and John Quincy.
Nabby’s presence in England is omitted (John Quincy had now returned to America), as is her courtship in London with Adams’s aide, Colonel William Smith, whom she in fact married there in 1786.
The “Citizen Genêt” affair is exaggerated, made both a factor in the 1792 election (Genêt actually arrived in the Spring of 1793).
The ratification of the Jay treaty was distorted not only of fact. In the series, the Senate is deadlocked 15 to 15 on ratification. Vice President Adams is thus forced to step in and cast the tie-breaking vote, saving the treaty for the Washington administration. But according to the Constitution, then and now, treaties must be ratified by two-thirds of the Senate. There was not and could not be a tie. The Jay Treaty passed with exactly the required two-thirds, 20-10. Adams had no vote.
Adams, for example, is shown after his inauguration, suggesting that Jefferson serve as a special emissary to France. In reality, Adams made this proposal months earlier, before his inauguration.
Adams is shown as being caught off guard by the Alien and Sedition Acts. Congress sends to him the bills for signature; he seems anguished, reluctant to approve such harsh employment of government power. Finally, urged on by Abigail, he signs them. While it is true that Adams did not specifically urge the Alien and Sedition Acts on Congress, he was aware of them while they were under discussion.
In the series, Adams angrily rejects Smith’s requests for posts in the new national army, declaring openly that he has lost all confidence in Smith due to the latter’s financial speculations. Despite reservations about his son-in-law’s character, Adams did recommend Smith for the new army’s general staff: it was the Senate that rejected the appointment because of Smith’s questionable private affairs. Despite the embarrassment this had already caused him, Adams then pressed to get Smith a colonel’s commission, which the Senate reluctantly approved.
The last episode depicts the death of Nabby Adams from breast cancer. An on-screen caption marks the start of Nabby’s ordeal as “1803.” In fact, the cancer was diagnosed in 1810; her mastectomy followed in 1811.
It also emphasizes Benjamin Rush’s personal examination of Nabby in Quincy, and his personal performance of her mastectomy. In reality, the tumor was diagnosed before Nabby returned to her parents’ home, Rush consulted on the case only by letter, and the surgery was performed by local Boston doctors.
What the series shows is Abigail Adams dies in 1818; John’s friend Benjamin Rush urges that he write to Jefferson about his loss, hoping the two elder statesmen can provide each other with comfort in their final years; Adams does so; Jefferson’s first reply is dated to 1819; the correspondence flowers, friendship is renewed. This entire sequence is very untrue. Rush was indeed was instrumental in renewing contact between Adams and Jefferson, but he was definitely not available to counsel Adams after Abigail’s death in 1818: Rush had died five years earlier. Rush had, in reality, worked carefully to bring the two former presidents back into harmony, but his efforts had culminated in 1812- it was then that the Adams-Jefferson correspondence actually resumed, and Abigail herself was personally involved in the exchange for its first six years.
John Adams never went to see John Trumbull’s painting. “Do not let our posterity be deluded with fictions under the guise of poetical or graphical license.” This scene itself is actually partly fictionalized: the quote comes from a letter written several years earlier, when Adams first heard of Trumbull’s project.
Wheelwright and Haven were the architects of Horticultural Hall in 1901. The Massachusetts Horticultural Society opened the building with an exhibit of a thousand orchid plants from local estate greenhouses. Boston.
On this day in music history: June 6, 1978 - “The Cars”, the debut album by The Cars is released. Produced by Roy Thomas Baker. it is recorded at AIR Studios in London in February 1978. Written over a period of two years, the material that makes up The Cars debut release are largely composed by guitarist and primary lead vocalist Ric Ocasek and bassist and vocalist Benjamin Orr. The bands demo of the track “Just What I Needed” receives airplay on local Boston radio station WCBN, which creates enough buzz to attract the attention of Elektra Records who sign them. Paired with producer Roy Thomas Baker (Queen, Journey, Free). They travel to London to record at George Martin’s AIR Studios. Recorded in just two weeks worth of studio time, the first album by the Boston based new wave/rock band becomes a staple of album oriented rock radio (AOR), soon after its release and beyond. It spins off three singles including “Just What I Needed” (#27 Pop), “Good Times Roll” (#41 Pop), and “My Best Friend’s Girl” (#35 Pop) and spends over two and a half years (139 weeks) on the Billboard pop album chart. The albums iconic cover photo features a shot of Russian born model Natalya Medvedeva. Regarded as a landmark new wave rock album, it is The Cars best selling studio release. The track “Moving In Stereo” is further immortalized when it used to great comic effect in the 80’s teen comedy “Fast Times At Ridgemont High”. The song is featured in a sequence when Brad (Judge Reinhold) is fantasizing about Linda (Phoebe Cates) while gazing at her out of the bathroom window. The scene ends with Linda accidentally walking in on Brad in the bathroom, catching him red handed. The album is first remastered and reissued on CD in 1999 as two disc deluxe edition with the original nine song album on the first disc. The second CD features thirteen bonus tracks including live performances and demos. It is also released as a hybrid SACD by Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab in 2015. “The Cars” is also reissued on vinyl by Rhino Records in January of 2016, as part of their “Start Your Ear Off Right” series, pressing the LP on blue translucent vinyl, also replicating the original packaging and inner sleeve. Another colored vinyl pressing (yellow) of the album is issued as part of the box set "The Elektra Years - 1978 - 1987” in June of 2016. “The Cars” peaks at number eighteen on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified 6x Platinum in the US by the RIAA.
James Hoffman - problems with authority, former medicine student, ex-drug addict and general idiot with a sharp tongue but also a heart of pure gold
Kieran O’Connell - not less of an idiot, hot headed Irishman, pretty ace detective, is said to know at least 28 ways to kill people with a lollipop
Declan O’Connell - young and proud daddy, metalhead and silly, fast-talking entertainer since birth and a little diva who throws ridiculous ragefits at times
Malachy “Mal” O’Connell (deceased at 36) - lover of life and fine whiskey and cigars on occasions, proud father of two sons, loving husband, intimidating piece of shit when in a bad mood and miles away from his loved ones
Michael “Mick” O’Loughlin - motor mechanic, chainsmoking hothead with a soft spot for kids and a tendency to fall in love with the wrong women, throws the most amazing parties
Damien Callaghan - doctor-to-be, grumpy lord of snarky remarks, loves good books and space cookies, has a driver’s license but doesn’t care much for driving
Cameron “Cam” de la Rosa - future rockstar, manager of a local coffee shop in Boston who loves life and has a huge problem with jealousy
Lukas “Luke” Kreutz - very young daddy of Charlie, owner of a club, mastered the art of living and will probably remain sixteen at heart forever
“If ya keep that up, you’ll be getting’ a right good kick in the arse,”
Cait says threateningly as Sole tickles her side for fifth time. She doesn’t really want them to stop,
though. She’ll never admit it, but she
loves it when they tease and flirt with her in such a childish manner. It makes her feel like they’re making up for
the lighthearted childhood she never had.
The two had
just finished dinner and drinks at a local bar near Boston, and are now
slightly stumbling home, aggressively flirting like they did when they first
took interest in one another. The way
Sole makes Cait feel is like nothing in the world. It’s a good change she’s needed in her life,
and you know? She really loves
them. More than she ever dreamed of
loving someone, in fact. What she loves
most about them is how much she learns just by being in their presence. Every day she learns something new about
them, the world, or even about herself.
“Alright, alright, I’m done,” Sole says, throwing their hands up in
surrender. Biting her lip to hold down a
smile, Cait reaches out and takes one of their hands into hers, locking her
fingers to theirs. They continue
walking, hand in hand, and then come to a sudden halt. “What is it?
We got company?” Cait asks, looking around eagerly for a fight to
ring?” Sole says, holding up their right hand—Cait’s left hand still laced with
them, missing the gold band that usually hugs her finger. Her mouth hangs wide open, for she doesn’t
remember losing or taking off the ring.
She feels the bottom of her stomach drop like a trap door. “I—I dunno, babe. Fuck. Maybe I left it back at the bar?”
The two hurry
back to the bar, and the whole way Cait is praying the ring is there somewhere. When they arrive, it’s nowhere to be
found. She can feel her insides twisting
around. That ring means a lot to them,
and she’s gone and lost it. As they’re
leaving for the second time, she notices a man outside the door who is holding
her golden band in his hand. He’s about
to pocket it when she decides to take action.
“One minute,” she says to Sole, before approaching the him. “That’s my ring, and I’d like it back. Please.”
The man laughs in her face and declines, setting off the fire within
her. With one swift movement, her fist
meets his face, and she then walks away with her ring. The two head for home once more.
sorry for misplacin’ the ring in the first place. I should take better care of the things you
give me. God, you’ve given me so much,
Sole. I know how much it means to you,
and I hope you know that it … it means a lot to me too. I really love you.” She feels relieved and vaguely embarrassed as
her true feelings spill out of her mouth.
Sole kisses her on the cheek, and she responds by grabbing their face
and planting a big ole wet one on their lips.
A tickle fight commences.
Out of all of the experiments she’s tried and medicines she’s created,
Curie believes she’s finally on the track to achieving her greatest
accomplishment yet: a serum that makes a
human being immune to radiation—permanently. She works so very hard; using the information
she has stored from before the war and the information she’s learned from
living in this strange, new world. She
leans over the table in the lab Sole built for her, every so often catching
herself gazing at the beautiful golden ring they had given to her just days
before. How happy it makes her heart to
feel such love! And ah, how she loves
Scattered around her neatly organized table
are a variety of flasks full of acids and chemicals, minerals and powders, and
a small flame burning to heat the mixtures.
Curie is severely precise with her measurements, making sure everything
is exact. She knows she is capable of
messing up, as she has done so countless times, but she is determined to
succeed. “The future is hopeful,” she
says aloud in a chipper voice, looking at the last two flasks of strangely
colored liquids. “All I have to do is
boil zis liter of chemicals and zen mix with ze acid base, and all will be
For the first
time, Curie experiences the emotion of pride and is positive nothing stands in
her way. Carefully, she moves the liter
of chemicals above the open flame and holds it there for quite some time as she
waits for it to boil. After a while, a
pain begins in her left hand. A few more
seconds pass and the pain grows stronger, until it’s unbearable. The fire has not only heated the chemicals,
but also the wedding band on her finger.
With a shrill
scream, Curie drops the acid liter onto the counter, breaking and spilling over
and onto the floor. The ring is burning
her hand, and out of terror and pain, she pulls it off. In the chaos of things, the band slips out of
her hands, right into the beaker of acid, disintegrating immediately. “No!” Heartbreak.
Intense heartbreak is all she can feel.
Within moments, Sole is in the room.
“Curie, oh god. What’s
happened? Are you hurt?!” Crouched on the ground, she looks up at them
with wet eyes, hiccupping through tears.
“N-no, my love. I am
f-f-fine. B-but my ring!” she cries.
Sole pulls her away from the table of another failed experiment. They hold and sooth her as she weeps, her
heart heavy. “Curie, it’s okay. The ring?
It’s just an object. I’m glad
you’re not hurt … we can replace things like rings, but we can’t replace
people. Well, unless you’re the
Institute.” Curie begins to smile at
Sole’s kind words and gentle voice. She
feels better after they tell her she hasn’t done anything wrong, and they
promise to take her shopping for a new ring.
The Vertibird finally connects to the breathtakingly massive Prydwen,
and Danse dismounts alongside Rhys and Haylen.
He’s been off on a small mission while Sole completed work aboard the
airship, and though he succeeded with his assignment, he undoubtedly was
thinking of them for the entirety of his time away.
He is granted
permission to board the Prydwen, and after entering the main deck, he goes to
drop off his power armor at the station before meeting Sole in his living
quarters. He exits his armor, and after
making small talk with a few others on his way to his room, he reaches the door
and hastily opens it.
are. Sitting on the edge of his bed in
nothing more than undergarments is Sole reading a pre-war book. He averts his eyes for a moment, slightly
embarrassed at their surprised expression.
“I’m back early,” he says, clearing his throat. They close the book and set it on the
dresser, rising to meet him. Without a
word, they express how much they’ve missed him through the kiss they place on
his lips. It’s slow and tender; exactly
what he’s needed for the past few days.
His hands set on the base of their hips as he kisses them back, closing
the space between the two of them. Their
soft skin beneath his hands is over stimulating. How is it possible to love someone as much as
he loves them?
everything to him. He would risk
anything; sacrifice anything to keep them safe.
He knows he can be stubborn and hard to get along with at times, but
they are always there for him, loving and supporting him all the way. Not only are they an outstanding lover, but
they’re also the best partner he could ask for.
“I have missed
you,” he says gently, his eyes gazing into theirs. Sole kisses him again and teases, “how
much?”. Without hesitation, Danse brings
his lips to theirs and kisses them fiercely, his hands holding their body as
close as possible to his. In moments,
the two are on his bed, Sole pinned beneath his large body as he kisses them
all over, smiling like a fool. Their
hands running up and down his back, they begin tugging off his jumpsuit. He helps make it easier for them by taking it
off himself, but stops as soon as he sees his chest.
neck is always a chain necklace that holds the wedding band Sole had given him. His fingers are too big to fit the ring, you
see. But no chain hangs across his
chest. “The ring. The ring you gave me is gone,” Danse
begins. He feels like he’s failed his
most important mission yet. Sole can see
the look of horror and confusion on his face and places a hand on his
shoulder. He continues to stare at his
chest. “I am so sorry. I never should have let this happen. Whatever it takes, I will find your ring and
make this right. I … I hope this
doesn’t change the status of our relationship, but I can understand if—.” Sole stops him with a kiss. They explain that it’s okay, that it’s only a
ring. Danse doesn’t understand,
however. A wedding ring is surely
something of sentimental value, yes? It
sure means a lot to him, and he’d like to have a piece of them near his heart
at all times. He makes up his mind to
set out and find it right away. Well,
right after he finishes showing Sole just how much he’s missed them.
He realizes it’s missing as he stands in front of a sink, washing his
own cum off his hands. Sole had been
away for two days with another companion on a mission he wasn’t allowed to take
part of. Something to do with the
Brotherhood, he guesses. He told Sole he
was fine with them going without him, but in reality, he’s worrying himself
sick over it. That’s what he does—he
bluffs. But what if something happens
to them while he’s not around? In Sole’s
leave of absence, all he can do is think of them, rubbing himself empty a
couple times a day. It can get pretty
dull down in Head Quarters, and he’s not about to be completely miserable the whole time.
As the last
bit of his cum washes away, he notices that his hands feel different. “Shit, where’d I put my ring?” he mumbles,
his left hand naked. He checks around the
sink, but wait—he remembers taking it off right before he started jerkin’ the
gherkin. Deacon can feel a sense of
panic rising inside of himself when the ring isn’t where he thought he’d put
it. Minutes go by and there’s still no
sight of the only thing Sole has left of their dead spouse. Keep it
together, you’ll find it, his minds says.
His mask of smile is slowly diminishing.
For the rest
of the evening, he searches without success. Sole is to arrive in the morning, and he can’t
fathom the look of disappointment he knows they’ll give him when they find
out. Then, he gets an idea. Deacon approaches someone who he knows will
have his back. Despite the anxiety
almost crippling his entire body, he maintains his cool air. “My man, Tom!
How’s it going pal?” He explains
the situation to Tinker Tom and asks for his help. “It’s a simple gold band. Would you have any kind of anything that’ll
pass as the ring? It doesn’t have to be
perfect—just something I can use until I, you know, find the actual ring.”
Tinker Tom isn’t pleased with him, but the thought of putting them through
heartbreak when there is so much other shit going on in their life is
unbearable. A few minutes pass and Toms
finds a gold band for him. He can feel
the nervousness inside of him ease away.
He scuffs the ring on the stone walls of Head Quarters to make it look
“aged”, and sleeps the night away peacefully.
In the early
morning, Sole arrives just as they said they would, and to Deacon’s delight,
they are unscathed by the dangers of the Commonwealth. He can feel his heartstrings tighten when
they look at him with those beautiful, wide eyes. “There’s my monkey,” he grins, pulling them
into a tight embrace. God, how he missed
the feeling of having them so close to him.
“I love you, Deacon. I missed you
more than you can know,” Sole says, kissing the edge of his jaw. “I love you too, and I—I … need to tell
you something.” He pulls the fake ring
off of his finger and holds it up. As
hard as it is for him to say it, the words come falling out. “You see this? This is me lying to you. Something I’m never going to allow myself to
do ever again. I lost Nate/Nora’s
ring. I didn’t mean to lose it, but I
did … and I don’t know how I’m supposed to make it up to you. I just couldn’t let myself lie to you. I can’t do that to someone I love.” Sole isn’t upset with him, but they make a
slight whimpering noise, and then bury their head into his chest. He clutches them and apologizes over and over
again, promising to make it up to them in any way that he can.
That was good,” he says,
leaning his naked body back onto the bed.
He pulls Sole close to him and kisses their forehead. The two of them always have wild, passionate
sex, but nothing beats the feeling of holding each other afterwards, in his
opinion. It’s so warm and relaxing; like
coming down from a particularly strong high.
He feels nearer to them than ever, breathing in their rich scent as the
sound of rain patters on the window of the Old State House. Only a few candles are lit, but in the glow
of the firelight, he sees the glint of gold on Sole’s left hand. Heh. All his.
The day they asked him if he’d wear the matching gold ring was one of
the happiest days of his long, long life.
This person—this beautiful angel is his. He cracks a toothy grin just thinking about
how happy it makes him.
eyes, heaving with an hour’s worth of sex and a few drags of jet, he looks down
at his hand; only the matching gold ring isn’t fitting snug around his
finger. His perception seems to snap
back to full clarity as his heart picks up.
What in the hell? Hancock doesn’t move, but instead continues
to run his finger through Sole’s hair as they fall asleep on his chest. Nothing to worry about yet … he’ll find
it in the morning, surely. He’ll make
sure not to take any chems so that it’ll be easier for him to remember when it
comes time to look.
doesn’t find it. The following day,
while Sole works on modifying their weapons, he retraces his steps. The last place he remembers having it was at
The Third Rail, but after a thorough search, it isn’t anywhere to be found. He has Ham and about ten drifters help him
look for it, but the sun starts to set once more, and he knows Sole will be
finishing up their work anytime now and will want to see him. “We’ll call it a night, brothers and
sisters,” Hancock says to the search party.
He genuinely appreciates their help, but he’s feeling internally angry
for losing it in the first place, and he can feel himself getting more and more
irritable. Doesn’t want his people to
see him like that.
As he trudges
up the stairs of the State House, he realizes he’s been sober for the entire
day. “That’ll explain why I’ve been
feeling extra prick-ish,” he says to himself.
It’s kind of nice, but unsettling at the same time. He doesn’t like himself when he’s sober. He thinks too much, feels too much of his past and all of the troubles that dwell in
the shadows of his mind. And now this
guilt that’s eating away at his stomach feels 100 times worse than it usually
does. When he reaches his office, he
sees his favorite chem of all: Sole. He
plops down on the couch next to them and releases a long sigh. Instead of taking a hit of jet, he takes their
chin in his hand and kisses them softly.
“Love, I don’t like keeping things from you, but I lost something of
yours, and I don’t think I’m gonna be able to find it.”
He tells them
how he’s been searching for the ring all day and that they’re allowed to be
furious with him. They aren’t,
though. In fact, Sole breaks out into
laughter and nods to the coffee table in front of them. On a small white plate is a dispenser of jet
sitting beside a golden ring. “I set the
plate on your desk this morning before you woke, but I guess you didn’t see it
since you weren’t working in your office today.
Out looking for the ring, yeah?” Sole says in a teasing voice, tugging
on the collar of his coat. He is
impressed. “Well, well. You’re one clever devil. Look, I’m sorry for not sayin’ anything to
you last night. Didn’t want to worry you
is all.” Sole accepts the apology, but
says it isn’t necessary, then takes his hand into theirs and slides the ring
back on. There is a moment in which he
feels total completion. A missing piece
of himself has been found once more. “I’m all yours.”
Helltown is an area in Boston Township, Ohio. It was formally known as “Boston, Ohio”. Local legend associates the area with Satanists and hauntings. These stories are generally considered folklore, resulting from the empty buildings that stood as a result of mass seizure of homes for a national park.
The homes were boarded up and listed as property of the government, some standing for years before being demolished. Rumors began to surface that the government was trying to conceal a chemical spill. Other people, especially tourists, did not know of the eminent domain proceedings, and mistook the empty buildings for a long-standing ghost town.
Sole Party 2.0 (by @hawkfurze) May 1st:Like always, introduce your Sole!
Everett Pavel Malikov, local Boston dad hoping to make a difference in the world. He’s trying his best to keep an optimistic view on everything to make things easier for himself and others, and he has a bad habit of repressing almost all of his negative emotions.
His allegiances lay with both the Railroad and the Minutemen due to the two of them having views that match closely with his own.
He loves cute animals (though he classifies almost every animal as cute), the company of others, slow music, Western movies, vodka, carpentry & cooking. He dislikes mirelurks (he has a huge fear of crustaceans), people hurting the innocent, isolation & the inevitable concept of dying alone.
He’s a heavy drinker to cope with his long-term depression. Fights best with a rifle or shotgun in combat. He’s pretty fond of MacCready. He’s close friends with Piper and Danse, and he views Valentine as a fatherly figure. Owns way too many cats scattered across his settlements. Very laid-back, but cracks under pressure. Just wants to be a positive influence.
MORE SEIU HARASSMENT ALLEGATIONS: The Service Employees International Union faced questions last week over how a former staffer fired for inappropriate workplace conduct at a Boston local found work at two other SEIU locals in California. The labor website Payday Report reported last week that Pedro Malave, a former assistant director at 32BJ SEIU District 615, was fired in 2014 after allegations of sexual assault. Malave then found work at two California locals, SEIU-UHW and SEIU-USWW.
k i was talking with @highweitohell about fierrochase wedding headcanons and i realized i was on FIRE with the hcs today so i decided to make an official post!! bc i talk way too much i’ll put it under a cut for everyone’s sanity