Don’t think you’re buff cause you’re wearing contour Cause I’ll wipe your brows off I’ll snatch your wig and your nails off I go blind, hands out Like I’m at the nail shop Look, these girls are bluffin’ They really ain’t on nuttin’
The Phantom Empire, Mascot Pictures 1935 - A lobby card for the first of a twelve part Mascot Pictures serial featuring Gene Autry in his first role as ‘the singing cowboy.’ The film is a strange combination of western, musical, and science fiction. Autry discovers the ancient civilization of MU under his ranch - the plot revolves around the conflict between ruthless speculators from the surface who want to exploit the huge reserve of radium below and the Muranians who have their own agenda.
You rode in the elevator down to the lobby. The music was awfully cheery and you fought the temptation to roll your eyes at the tune. The doors opened and you stepped into the lobby and made your way outside to where Steve was waiting. You walked out the revolving door and the bitter wind nipped at your cheeks and your nose, instantly coloring them red.
“Oh, so we’re just leaving then?” Steve laughed a little and nodded at you. “You know, you look… great.” He let out a sigh of almost astonishment as his eyes scoured your body.
“Thanks. You look nice too.” You eyed him. He was wearing some dress pants and a blue button down shirt. It was a great combination. His outfit accentuated every part of his body. His biceps seemed like at any moment, they could come busting out of his sleeves. You shook your head and forced yourself to look away.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Briana Buckmaster mentioned
Warning: Fluff, suggestive flirting (Is that a warning?), language
Word Count: 2.6k (my bad, I got carried away)
A/N: For all purposes of this fic, Jensen is single, and we can assume Danneel is happy. K? K. Also, this is a bit of a fantasy of mine. Part of it is true. I DID get to sing during Karaoke at Dallascon. Most surreal experience EVER. If only the rest of this story had happened too. ;) Hot Damn. Jason Mann’s cover of Kiss is the version you want in your head OR playing when you get to that part of the song. I REALLY enjoyed this one. Hope you guys like it HALF as much as I do.
a virtual magic kingdom - on May 21, 2008, VMK closed its gates for the last time. enjoy this playlist as a nostalgic trip through our virtual home one more time.
opening music / town square / fantasyland courtyard music / ghost lobby / space shrinking machine / halloween town square / POTC game lobby / splash mountain music / castle forecourt / space mountain quest deck / frontierland hub music / blue bayou / central plaza / storybookland music / forbidden temple music
We picked up our registration info from The Hilton in Bloomington. It’s a host hotel so they had P music piping in the lobby. Looked like they also had shuttles running to Paisley for the two tracks they have going too!
Tonight, checking out Eric Leeds at the Dakota and maybe Shelby J too!
I remember telling someone i’d tell them how to do this, but instead here’s a video. tbh it’s probably really late but since i’m on the subject of it, here’s a tutorial for doing a sweet visceral chain on some big nasties and getting some decent items/echoes to boot
It almost seems like us Lobby rats get the short end of the stick when it comes to music.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the bands out in the zones, Comic Sans Samurai, Cold Dead Hands, The Mad gear and the Missile Kid, and even the few singles the Fab Four have pushed out of their asses a couple times. Seriously, Black Dragon Fighting Society is a fucking anthem.
And the bands themselves are pretty fucking awesome too. They put on a show with lights and fire and the speakers turned to eleven. The Dracs come and they can get out in a second, no hesitation, the first sign of those Better Living assholes and they’re out. They’ve gotten good, now we know when BLi is coming half an hour before hand.
But holy fuck, you haven’t lived until you see a show in The Lobby.
These bands know how to cut it close, and they live for it.
One band, a girl group called The Top Gun Chicks, make the loudest, angriest music you can imagine, and they make a point to be heard. They’re not my style, but I make my own point to go to one show a year. To be more specific, the one show they play on the roof of the cleanest, whitest, and safest Better Living apartment complex they can find.
They manage to play at least four songs before the Exterminators catch on, and then the Chicks make the biggest exit they can manage, last year they zip-lined off the roof on a rope made of their own merchandise and landed on the building next to us. The entire audience (including myself) was detained for seven hours, but they had no evidence to keep us there.
The desert might get raw with their music, but The Lobby bands have a fucking reason to go hard. Getting caught gets you famous, more bands form in your image, and escaping gets you just as famous, more bands show up just to glorify you, and the noise gets louder and louder. Better Living gets stuck in a never-ending loop and it’s fucking hilarious to watch.
Bands like Strawberry Body, Odd Man In, My Dad’s Ass, and even hip hop groups like Kung-Fu and The Fat Man, The Slim Johns, and Oddity. They started it all and most of them are still going, still pumping out records and selling out venues. Making kids like me get angry, and get schooled, and fight the fuck back.
Desert bands can hit it raw, sure. But Lobby bands? Holy Shit.
TalesFromTheFrontDesk: The police booked your reservation? Okay let's help ya out with that! :)
So I just got off of my lunch break and I walk through the back office and my coworker give me a heads up and says “There’s a lady at the desk right now claiming that ‘the police’ made her reservation, but we don’t see anything obviously…” I laughed about it with her for a second and then went out to the desk to catch the show.
This crazy bitch is just walking around the lobby playing music off of her phone putting it up to her ear. As soon as she sees me come up to the desk, she walks up to me and says “He will check me in!” basically implying that since I’m a man I’ll do as she says. My manager tried to intercept and said “If we can’t find your reservation here maam, it won’t be any different if he tries.” Of course I couldn’t find the reservation. She rips her ID from my hand and starts just screaming in the lobby. We inform her that at this point she has to leave as she doesn’t have a reservation and she’s acting like a fucking moron.
She says “go ahead call the cops, I’ll be in the bathroom” (Presumably to put something up her nose or hit that pookie.) The cops came quickly and then informed her that she needed to leave. The cops arrested her right in our entrance area so guests who walked by had a giggle about it. They had her sitting on the bench for about 15 minutes before actually hauling her off. During that time she was screaming at them wildly, like shrieking, she was really off the goop.
To be quite honest, I’m not sure what her deal is. But just based off of my own experience being a tweaker, a lot of people in the modelling world are tweakers (Huge surprise, I know…) so I’m guessing that’s probably what set her off.
We looked up her Linkedin which is how we found out she was a model from NYC. Needless to say, BEGONE THOT.
I have a few good (hopefully) stories that I’ve been meaning to post here but I’m too lazy. I’ll get around to it before I forget though, promise!