on stege

I could love you in a steam heat flat / words by Vincent Bryan ; music by J.B. Mullen. For voice and piano. Caption title. First line of text: Miss Mandy Johnson loved a man. First line of chorus: I don’t want to wait beneath the shelt'ring palms. Cover ill.: African American couple sitting on top of a radiator, his arm around her with a sign overhead reading, Notice to tenants, there will be plenty of steam all next summer. Photos of Rita Redmond and Harry Von Tilzer. On cover: 5. At bottom of p. 5: Lawson & Teller Co., New York, printed by E.A. Stege Co., New York. Ad with part of song, My little Coney Isle by Andrew B. Sterling and Harry Von Tilzer on back cover. Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub. Co., 1903.

  • Courtesy of the E. Azalia Hackley Collection of African Americans in the Performing Arts, Detroit Public Library

Serial killer Nannie Doss laughing as she is interviewed by Captain Harry Stege at the police station November 29th, 1954, after allegedly confessing the poisoning of four of her five husbands. She was arraigned November 29th. Although she giggled confessing to the four arsenic murders, she is said to have become glum when questioned on the deaths of seven other relatives.

Looking for a Smile

(Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve x Reader-friends)

Warnings: none yet

A/N: Hahahaha lets just pretend like I didn’t take a  6 month hiatus unannounced… well, anyways, this is going to be a series that basically inserts you into the entire plot of all the Captain America movies! Hope you enjoy!


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1935 (senior year of high school)

Bucky looked around the classroom and frowned. Coming back to school after the winter holidays made most kids miserable, and James Barnes was no exception. The classroom was noisy with the pointless chatter of teens still energized from their Christmas vacations. With money being so tight, very few of his classmates were bragging about gifts, but most of them at least had family over or some other exciting celebration. Bucky, however, had the most boring break ever imagined, He didn’t even make plans with Steve, who spent the whole two weeks with his mother going to see some family friends upstate. It almost made Bucky glad to be back to school. Almost.

           Just as the bell rang and the students settled down to face the teacher, the door swung open revealing a lovely girl with (Y/H/C) hair and a flushed face- probably from the cold of a New York winter and having to run to class, Bucky thought. Ms. Meyers glanced up and said, “Ah, you must be (Y/N).” The girl nodded quickly and gave a shy smile. “Well I would have thought that you’d be on time for your first day. Why don’t you have a seat so we can get started?”

           The girl’s smile faded and she somehow turned even redder. Scanning the classroom quickly, she made her way to one of the few available desks. It just so happened that the desk she chose was the one in front of Bucky, which made him smirk just enough to get called on by Ms. Meyers. Called on for what? Bucky had no clue.

           The class turned to him and the new girl, (Y/N), turned all the way around to face his desk. Bucky gave the teacher a blank stare and was about to make up some sort of excuse when he heard (Y/N) whisper a very quiet “Forty-seven.”

           When Bucky repeated her answer to Ms. Meyers, the old lady pursed her lips and continued with whatever rant she was giving about pre-calculus- surely something ridiculously difficult for the first day back. The lesson continued with minimal interest or participation from the class until the bell rang and the teacher shouted, “Don’t forget your homework!” after her fleeing students.

           Crowds of friends catching up swept down the hallway and pushed Bucky farther and farther away from (Y/N), whom he was desperately trying to catch up to. Luckily, she stopped in front of a cluster of lockers just ahead. After she quickly scanned the metal plaques with numbers engraved on them, she reached out to enter the combination and open her locker.

           Bucky swiftly leaned up against her neighboring locker and smiled. “Hey, thanks for saving my ass in pre-calc. I don’t think we’ve actually met yet, though. My name’s James Barnes, but most people call me Bucky.”

           She grinned up at him and said, “No problem, Bucky. My name’s (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

           Just as Bucky was about to respond, he made out a boy’s voice that he’d recognize anywhere. Steve Rogers was Bucky’s best and closest friend, despite their drastic size difference.

           “Bucky! Hey Buck I missed you over the break!”

           Bucky chuckled and turned to (Y/N). “Hey, (Y/N) this is my friend-“

           “Steve!”

           Puzzled, Bucky pinched his eyebrows together while (Y/N) enveloped Steve in a huge hug. They chatted excitedly for a few seconds before Steve turned to his friend. “Hi, Buck! I guess you already met (Y/N). She’s one of the friends we visited over the break and she’s moving in with me and my ma!”

           Bucky smiled and nodded, quite surprised that someone with such a light personality and shy demeanor had moved to Brooklyn without her parents. The trio set off down the hall towards the rest of their classes and towards the start of a wonderful friendship.

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(1935- in a diner two months later)

“Aw, come on, Buck! There’s no way that’s true!”

           “Of course it’s true- I’d never lie to a lady.”

           “You’d probably lie to Steve, though.”

           “That’s… true.”

           “Hey!”

           The three teens became fast friends in the days after (Y/N)’s arrival. One hardly went anywhere without the other two tagging along on both sides. They frequented Steve’s favorite diner and soon had a table practically reserved for them every weekend.

           “Oh, gosh. Okay Mister Barnes, whatever you say. If you really impersonated a teacher to get into the banquet, then props to you. Hold on, guys, I’ll be right back I’m going to grab another water.”

           (Y/N) pushed her stool back and headed over towards the fountain with her empty cup. Quickly, Bucky leaned towards Steve and muttered, “Listen, you never told me why she’s moving in with you. Why didn’t her family come with her?”

           Steve glanced up at (Y/N) and shrugged nervously. “Well, it’s not the kind of thing you tell a lot of people, but I guess it’s good for you to know. Her parents both died fairly recently- a car crash I think. She was living with her uncle and cousins, but with money being so hard to come by in their family they couldn’t have so many mouths to feed. Ma’s always wanted another girl in the house, so she offered to have (Y/N) stay in our apartment.”

           Bucky looked up at (Y/N). She seemed so carefree and sweet- it was hard to believe that she’d been through all that.

           Returning to the table, (Y/N) smiled and said, “Well I know I left the table, but that’s no reason to get so quiet. You’ve got quite a story to tell, Barnes. I want to hear how your little teacher imitation worked out in the end.”

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(1943)

           The small diner where Steve, Bucky, and (Y/N) had made some of their fondest memories soon became a bore when (Y/N) was forced to pick up a job there after being laid off in the clinic she worked at. The boys took work up occasionally, but they had been left with a little money from their parents. Steve and (Y/N) continued to share an apartment, but it had seemed much too quiet without his mother there. Sarah Rogers died of Tuberculosis in 1937 after the clinic had a terrible outbreak. Those were the days when (Y/N) had already started her training to be a nurse, but there was still nothing that she could do.

           After much persuading and many desperate requests, (Y/N) and Steve finally got Bucky to move in with them. They all mourned the loss of Steve’s mother, but they pulled through together.

           Unfortunately, the loss of a mother was not the worst thing to happen to the trio. War had erupted throughout the globe and it was America’s turn to join. Steve was desperate to enlist. He tried again and again at different enlistment sites with no luck. (Y/N), however supportive she was, remained comforted by the fact that Steve wouldn’t be killed, as he surely would be if he ever got in. She still held a paralyzing fear in her heart that now Bucky might be the one who wouldn’t come home to them. The day he showed up at the door with his uniform and enlistment paperwork (Y/N) couldn’t look him in the eyes without tearing up.

           Steve knew why (Y/N) was so upset about Bucky leaving. He could see it in the way she looked at him. Not that he’d ever say anything without her permission, of course.

           The day before Bucky left for war, they decided to visit the Stark Expo- supposedly full of the biggest and best inventions America had to offer. Steve, of course, couldn’t believe that Howard Stark was spending his time with consumer gadgets when there was a war going on. Bucky was excited to spend his last day before war doing something exciting, and he intended to make the most of the night.

           “Anyways, I invited Bonnie and she said she has a date for you, Steve.”

           “Really, Buck? What’d you tell her?”

           “Only the good stuff.”

           “What about (Y/N)?”

           “I’m sure she’ll be fine. She can probably pick up a guy at the expo, right (Y/N)?”

           “Sure, Buck. It’s fine, Steve, let’s just get going.” (Y/N) mulled over her options on the way there. Bonnie was a complete ditz, but that’s how Bucky liked them. He’d get a girl, dance with her all evening, and sometimes spend the night with her. No muss, no fuss. As much as she would have loved to beat some sense into Bucky (and Bonnie), (Y/N) just couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She’d tolerated his choices for years now and she couldn’t ruin his night before leaving to fight in the war. He deserved a good memory to carry with him, even if it wasn’t with her.

           The expo was more crowded than any place the group had ever been. They met up with Bonnie and her friend, who hardly took any notice of Steve, and made their way towards the stage. The show was incredible, even Steve had to admit. Howard Stark was truly a genius. Just as the floating car sputtered to the ground, Steve darted away towards yet another enlistment site. Before he could enter, however, (Y/N) grabbed his sleeve harshly.

           “Steve, what do you think you’re doing? You left that girl out there and now you’re going to break the law again to try to get yourself killed!”

           “First of all, Connie, I think was her name, she is doing just fine with Bucky and Bonnie. And I’m not going to get myself killed. When I get accepted I promise I’ll be careful- we’ll both make it back to you.”

           (Y/N) frowned. “Okay, but if the Nazis don’t kill you, you’ll suffer another bout of pneumonia. Or you’ll freeze. Please, Steve, just stay here with me.”

           Steve turned to face her with a look of pure determination and said, “Well, at least I’ll know I did my best to serve this country. It’s better than dying of pneumonia here.”

           (Y/N) bit her lip and spoke after a moment of contemplation. “Okay, Steve. Okay. Try again here and if it works I won’t try to stop you. Just please be safe. Tell me how it goes tonight when you get back.”

           “You aren’t staying?”

           “Nah, I’d better get to bed.” (Y/N) turned back to see Bucky with a girl on each arm. “I think you guys will be alright without me.”

           “(Y/N), you know he cares about you, right? He dates so many girls but he doesn’t care about them, not like he does about you. Just tell him.”

           “Yeah, I know Steve, but I’m not going to ruin his last night as a-“

           “Hey, guys. Whose night are you ruining, (Y/N)? Come on, we’re going dancing and it wouldn’t be a party without ya’.”

           (Y/N) smiled with sad eyes and said, “Sure, Buck. Whatever you want.”

           She left the two boys to talk for a moment. Clearly, Bucky was reprimanding Steve for trying to enlist again, but they finally broke apart and Bucky headed her way.

           “Come on, ladies. Let’s dance.”

And dance they did. Or at least Bucky, Bonnie, and Connie did. (Y/N), however, sat at a booth and watched him as he smiled genuinely and brightly. For all she knew, it was her last night being able to see that smile.

           The small group stayed out late into the hours of the night, and eventually broke up just as the sound of traffic slowed to its usual nighttime stupor.  Bucky gave his date a quick peck on the cheek and a charming smirk before dropping her off at her doorstep. (Y/N) was relieved that Bonnie at least had the respect not to come home with Bucky tonight. The next morning would be a day for only the closest family and friends to send their Sergeant off to war.

           Bucky and (Y/N) arrived home only to find that Steve wasn’t back from the expo yet.

           “Hm, I guess he got a little caught up in the festivities. Well that punk better be back tomorrow morning- I hardly think that counted as a goodbye. Anyways, goodnight (Y/N). See you tomorrow.”

           Before she could respond, Bucky had closed himself in his room.

The morning was the worst (Y/N) had ever experienced. She tried to hold in her tears, but they spilled from her eyes uncontrollably.

           “S-sorry, Buck. I’m trying not to cry, but I just can’t imagine being here without you.”

           He pulled her into a tight embrace. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be back before you know it. Just take care of Steve and tell him I said bye. I’ve got to get going but I wanted to tell you that I’m going to miss you. I’ll write soon, promise. Bye, (Y/N)!”

           As they waved each other farewell, neither of them could feel the other’s heart break.

           (Y/N) entered the apartment and broke. She cried and screamed and curled herself into a ball in an attempt to wake herself from this horrible dream. Bucky was gone to war. Her Buck. And Steve was missing. No- there was a note on the table.  (Y/N) picked herself up and wiped the tears from her eyes in order to read the note in Steve’s sloppy handwriting.

           (Y/N)- and Bucky if you haven’t left yet;

           I’m so sorry I didn’t make it back last night, and especially this morning. I’m actually not coming back, at least for a while. They accepted me- I’m enlisted as a U.S. soldier! I know you didn’t want this, (Y/N), but I promise I’ll be safe. Both of us will come home perfectly fine as soon as we’ve won this war. I can’t say much else about what I’m doing (I’m really not too sure, myself) but I hope you stay safe and don’t worry too much.

           Yours,

           Steve

 

           So now (Y/N) was alone. Without either of her closest friends, no family, and a low-paying job at the diner, she felt like she had nothing to loose. So why not take a chance?

2

the loud house…
and my loud house hehe a friend ask me:
“well if you draw something from The Loud House in your version i will writte a replica of the song with your feelings in freddy’s fazbears pizzeria (FFP)”
hahahaHAHAHAHAHA!!! done so he writte me the song and say “put the song in your tumblr” so there it is haha he was really inspired xd:

Crashing through the crowded halls,
everyone like ping pong balls,
Just to go the stege on time
(Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Leaping over all the chairs,
everithing is burning down,
they gotta do what all can to survive!
In F.F.P! In the F.F.P!
Duck, dodge, push and shove,
It’s how we show our love!
In F.F.P! In F.F.P!
i’m there with others twelve
(Wouldn’t trade it for the world!)
F!F!F!FFP!
Me time, a little space to keep calm,
A little quiet and peace, I’ve never had.
At least I’m ever wish that,
i will be happy with they here!,
Maybe this crazy’s not that bad!
In F.F.P! In F.F.P!
Duck, dodge, push and shove,
This is how we show our love!
In F.F.P! In F.F.P!
Gotta love from “Scott”,
For not going completely mad!
In F.F.P! In F.F.P!
i’m there with others twelve
(Wouldn’t trade it for the world!)
F!F!F!FFP!

In today’s New York Times, a story documents the plight of the Uru-Murato people, an indigenous group that had lived off the bounty of Lake Poopó in Bolivia, until it’s waters dried up in 2015. 

After surviving decades of water diversion and cyclical El Niño droughts in the Andes, Lake Poopó basically disappeared in December. The ripple effects go beyond the loss of livelihood for the Quispes and hundreds of other fishing families, beyond the migration of people forced to leave homes that are no longer viable.

The vanishing of Lake Poopó threatens the very identity of the Uru-Murato people, the oldest indigenous group in the area. They adapted over generations to the conquests of the Inca and the Spanish, but seem unable to adjust to the abrupt upheaval climate change has caused.

Similarly, many island residents around the world are in danger of becoming climate change refugees. In 2014, Jennifer Newell, curator of Pacific Ethnography, and Tina Stege of the Marshallese Educational Initiative, discussed how island life is being affected by the rising seas:

The Marshall Islands Are Disappearing

In today’s New York Times, a story describes how the destructive power of climate change is already an inescapable part of daily life in the Marshall Islands:

Most of the 1,000 or so Marshall Islands, spread out over 29 narrow coral atolls in the South Pacific, are less than six feet above sea level — and few are more than a mile wide. For the Marshallese, the destructive power of the rising seas is already an inescapable part of daily life. Changing global trade winds have raised sea levels in the South Pacific about a foot over the past 30 years, faster than elsewhere. Scientists are studying whether those changing trade winds have anything to do with climate change. Read the full story.

During a 2014 SciCafe, Jennifer Newell, curator of Pacific Ethnography, and Tina Stege of the Marshallese Educational Initiative, discussed how island life is being affected by the rising seas:

Download this lecture as a podcast.

Photo: NYTimes/Josh Haner

Crossing Bridges

It shouldn’t take much longer than an hour for 47 to get what he needed.

The black Audi R8 sped along the asphalt, sending small stones and specks of dirt flying high into the air. 

“T minus two minutes to extraction, 47.”

There wasn’t much on the small island – it was little more than a scenic spot which relied heavily on the mainland. As was the case with most Danish island communities in the Baltic Sea, Møn was connected to the rest of Denmark via bridge, its primary town of Stege comprised of a single, narrow main street. 

However, as was often the case with such beautiful exteriors, it had another side to it. In this case, one of the residents had acquired some dark intel which 47 had been assigned to retrieve prior to the elimination of the target.

Upon reaching the remote estate on the east side of the island, Diana Burnwood slowed the car to a crawl, waiting for her operative to appear in the rearview mirror. Soon enough, she saw a familiar figure striding towards the car, opening the passenger side and sliding in beside her.

The car took off again immediately. 

Glancing sideways at 47, she saw him checking the wing mirror.

“Did you get it?”