look at the cars

morning  glitter bombs.  observe my son on  this billboard.  i’m crying  ; A; 


Robert Carlyle and Adam Horowitz in Steveston, March 21, 2017: Part 2

A friendly looking conversation by the car, after the greeting hug (see Part 1 here).

Off topic observations: 1) The crew guy in the 3rd shot - didn’t even notice him until I looked at my photos, but now it’s hard *not* to notice him. Wow.  2) The guy with the long white beard was in every scene of the day. Kind of surprising as a background street extra, since he definitely sticks out. It will be interesting to see if he is noticeable in more than one scene when the episode airs.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Is there a full moon or something?

Guest just checked in and asked about parking. I let him know anywhere in the parking garage is okay, as long as it’s a parking spot of course!

His response? He doesn’t know what a parking spot is but he’s parked next to a handicap sign and what looks like a big painted square around his car.

P.S. He wasn’t foreign and we have absolutely normal parking spots.

By: Rash16

Any Other Way

Originally posted by brittroberson

Summary: Chapter 2 of Trope-tastic: Alex Summers + 1. There’s only one bed.

The car pulls to a stop and Alex looks over your sleeping form in the passenger seat. He tries to ignore how serenely beautiful you look in the evening light. He reaches over and rubs a hand gently down your arm. You inhale deeply, blinking awake and stretching.

“Hey. Are we there?” You greet sleepily, and Alex fights back a smile.

“Yeah, come on, we have to go check in.” He responds, getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for you. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and give him a smile.

“What a gentleman you’ve become, Mr. Summers.” You tease.

“Vicious lies.” He deadpans, making you giggle as the two of you made your way into the hotel.

“Hello, welcome to the Paradise Inn and Suites. How can I help you two today?” The cheery guy at the front desk says. His name tag reads ‘Corey.’

“Yeah, one room for the night please.” You request, Alex standing silently beside you, trying not to laugh at the glued-on nature of Corey’s smile. The concierge slides a room key across the table and the two mutants are on their way.

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The Music Box - Part One

A/n: Hey everybody! I’ve gotten a request from @whatcha-gonna-do-about-it-huh to write something I’ve always wanted to write but never got a request for. So here it goes! I’ve been wanting to write this for forever but I’ve never stopped to do it. This will more than likely end up being a series, so if you like it, please comment, reblog, and let me know! Enjoy💚

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im dying im overhearing some faculty trash talking this one job candidate I disliked (I witnessed him hit on a student) saying he looked like a magician/used car salesman

So, we have a pretty clear idea of one apartment complex we want to move into. Not the best, but whose first place ever is? If, and that’s a huge if, we get that place, I can work at a fast food place within walking distance until we get our own car. We think getting me out of my current situation and us getting into a stable household will greatly improve our mental wellbeing as well. I need to look into getting car insurance, health insurance, and whatever kind of insurance will magically bring in hundreds of thousands of dollars because home girl is strugglin’.

I have to say, though, I cannot wait to build a home with my fiancé. OUR home.

Also, were hoping to take a vacation to the PNW in October to scout out potential wedding locations. I can’t wait to meet Kenzie and her fucking adorable little family and go on hikes and drink good coffee and mayyybe visit Halloweentown in Oregon with my man. 😍

my skull is full of stew rn but like. not the good kinda stew. the stew that is so thick that you cant stand a spoon straight up in it and whoever made it seemed to not know bayleaves exist and tastes like nothing but pepper and maybe a little bit of salt if your lucky and the pepper chunks are so huge they get stuck in your teeth and the stew’s only redeeming quality is the carrots and stew meat but even then the carrots are too mushy and chewing and the meat chunks is like chewing on bits of tar and they kinda look like someone chopped up a car tire and put it in the stew which would explain why the neighbour across the street had one of their extra tires on the back of their pickup disappear a week or so ago

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.