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Reel Me In



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Accompanying Music: 

Within Temptation - Faster

AViVAA - Reel Me In

Okay, this comic was a bit of a doozy for me but I hope you all enjoyed it. More to come soon. Again, thanks to @george-nordington and @kirain for helping me brainstorm and making sure that I tweaked some weird faces. 

Also yay I made a fish pun : D Get it? Mirelurk queen…and he reeled Cass in? Heheheh <8D

Also, I hope this appeases all the anon who wanted more cold Hancock and who also wanted him to be shot/hurt. ^^;

ok so hear me out… i was watching some derp crew town of salem eps and i thought about a town of salem au for these nerds

so theyre all in the mafia bc theyre a crew and stuff

chilled is ABSOLUTELY THE GODFATHER. thats a given. true italian man right there

smarty is his mafioso

ze is the framer

and galm is absolutely the consigliere bc galm is good at investigative roles. fight me on this

Ze Was Point A

You could get acting tips for an ad or a play,

or learn the “Basic Twirl” courtesy of Ze.

If you wanted a task to enliven your day,

you could doll up your vacuum, assignment by Ze.

In one show, our host (who had gone slightly gray)

hung out with a YouTuber. Hank Green with Ze.

At that time, my young friend who was reading Y.A.

loaned me An Abundance. No connection to Ze,

who I met in Santa Cruz, on an overnight stay

to celebrate a museum show featuring Ze.

That was February, and by around May,

two brothers—who seemed quite inspired by Ze—

had caught my attention. Shall I say protege?

They were funny. And they blinked—unlike Ze.

I’ve come to be here today thanks to Ze

to say, “Thanks, Brothers Green. DFTBA.”

—Daniel Ari

Blood on my jeans.

This morning, Tuesday the 24th of February, I pulled my car into a spot in the commuter parking lot at school. I grabbed my things and began to walk towards the buses. A single line began forming, about 30 people long. I began listening to my ipod (yes, I still listen to music on an ipod instead of my phone) while I waited on line for the bus. Suddenly I heard a very loud slap through my music. I turned around to find a older man, maybe about late 60’s early 70’s, lying face down on the concrete. The loud slap I heard was his face and body hitting the ground. A group of students and myself ran over to the man. He was faintly moaning, having difficulty breathing, and wasn’t responsive. My initial thought was that he was having a seizure. We rolled him over on his side and thats where I saw that some of his teeth were shattered and his nose was bleeding. The surrounding students called 911 as we held him on his side. The man had been wearing a black winter hat when he fell and suddenly someone pointed out that blood was dripping from it. We took the hat off to reveal a large gash in his head. At that moment I realized he wasn’t breathing. I don’t know CPR, so I immediately started shouting at the increasing line of people if anyone knew CPR. I shouted a few times and finally small group of people ran over and a girl immediately jumped on and began performing CPR. She was able to get the man to start breathing again. His breaths were shallow and rough and he was choking on something. Another stranger yelled out turn him on his side again. When we did thats when we realized that he was choking on his own vomit. We were able to stabilize the man for a few moments, until he stopped breathing again. Another stranger, a girl, took this round of CPR. While CPR was being performed, another stranger, a man, reached his hand into the incapacitated mans mouth and pulled out his tongue to reveal more vomit shooting up. He stabilized for another moment and again stopped breathing. This went on for at least twenty minutes as we waited for help to arrive. The ambulance eventually arrived and they carted him off on a gurney while still performing CPR.

I really don’t believe the man made it. But I don’t know for sure. I attempted calling the police station and the hospital, but nobody would give me any information. You can call me pessimistic, but the situation didn’t look very bright. Forty minutes of CPR is not a good sign. I don’t know what caused him to collapse, I’m thinking possibly a stroke or a seizure. 

I ended up getting blood on my jeans in the process of all this. And as I stare at it now I can’t get this image of the the mans hat laying next to the blood stain in the road out of my head. I’m supposed to study for an exam, but I can’t focus. 

 I didn’t tell this story so you would think I’m a hero, because I’m not. I wasnt able to catch anybodys name, so I told this story to honor the strangers who REALLY helped. The people who stood out, but will eventually fade back into the chaos of the everyday. I’m kicking myself hard because I don’t know CPR, but I am currently searching for classes I can take immediately. It’s such a powerful tool and I firmly believe everyone should know how to perform it. 

Thank you for reading my story. Go tell someone you love them. 


The Beatles meet Elvis on the 27th August 1965 at Elvis’ mansion at 565 Perugia Way, Bel Air, Los Angeles. Elvis is in the red shirt in the second photo, Priscilla wears a white dress.

“We met Elvis Presley at the end of our stay in LA. We’d tried for years to, but we could never get to him. We used to think we were a bit of a threat to him and Colonel Tom Parker, which ultimately we were. So although we tried many times, Colonel Tom would just show up with a few souvenirs and that would have to do us for a while. We didn’t feel brushed off; we felt we deserved to be brushed off. After all, he was Elvis, and who were we to dare to want to meet him?”

[Paul, Anthology]

“Meeting Elvis was one of the highlights of the tour. It was funny, because by the time we got near his house we’d forgotten where we were going. We were in a Cadillac limousine, going round and round along Mulholland, and we’d had a couple of ‘cups of tea’ in the back of the car. […]

“Anyway, we were just having fun, we were all in hysterics. […] We pulled up at some big gates and someone said, ‘Oh yeah, we’re going to see Elvis,’ and we all fell out of the car laughing, trying to pretend we weren’t silly: just like a Beatles cartoon.”

[George, Anthology]

“It was very exciting, we were all nervous as hell, and we met him in his big house in LA - probably as big as the one we were staying in, but it still felt like, 'Big house, big Elvis.’ He had lots of guys around him, all these guys that used to live near him (like we did from Liverpool; we always had thousands of Liverpool people around us, so I guess he was the same). And he had pool tables! Maybe a lot of American houses are like that, but it seemed amazing to us; it was like a nightclub.”

[John, 1976]

I remember, as we went out to our limousines, John put on his Adolf Hitler accent and shouted: 'Long live ze king.’ Also, John said, as we got into our limousines: 'Elvis was stoned.’ George Harrison responded very quietly: 'Aren’t we all?’

They tried to make light of it and not show too much adoration for their idol, but Elvis Presley was their idol and one of the prime influences of The Beatles’ music.

[Tony Barrow]

Howdy N E R D S

So! This should be quick but basically! I’m looking for more pals who are into the derp crew!! If you have some sort of chat group like discord or Skype for this, I would love to join! Or even if you’re just another fan & would like to be my pal, That’s lovely!

Thank you my dudes, Have an awesome day/night!


Favourite Final Lair kiss photos: 

  1. Norm Lewis and Sierra Boggess, 
  2. Mathias Edenborn and Daniela Braun, 
  3. Brad Little and Claire Lyon, 
  4. Earl Carpenter and Leila Benn Harris, 
  5. Richard Halton and Celia Graham, 
  6. Earl Carpenter and Rachel Barrell, 
  7. John Owen-Jones and Rachel Barrell, 
  8. Michael Crawford and Rebecca Caine, 
  9. Ramin Karimloo and Sierra Boggess. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any lams art that you havent posted ; ) (im sorry im lams trash)

you make it sound like i have a top secret lams vault 

the Secret Gay Shit

but i occasionally post some traditional lams doodles on my instagram but digitally all i have is this rlly bad doodle of jefferson interrupting date night??

Lafayette i finally finished yours, you pure little baguette

- Submitted by @ alexanderhamilton1317

Honhonhon! Who’s ze best? C’EST MOI!!!

Your hair looks fluffier than mine!

My ‘air IZ floofier zan yours, mon ami.

It is NOT! Mine’s fluffier!

Non, see, even our fans can see, mine iz ze floofier!

*Wields hair straightener* We can fix that, you know!

*Le gasp* Are you threatening moi??? You will not touche mon ‘air!!!