or the distance to the doors

New AC Hotel Raleigh North Hills Officially Begins Welcoming Guests

RALEIGH, N.C.–(BUSINESS WIRE)–

Concord Hospitality announced today the opening of AC Raleigh North Hills, the first AC Hotel by Marriott property to open its doors in the state. Concord and Kane Realty partnered together on the new 135-room hotel, one of 30 AC Hotels opening nationwide in the next 18 months.

AC Hotel Raleigh North Hills features the brand’s signature open-concept spaces outfitted with modern furnishings and décor. The seven-story hotel includes communal spaces that offer state-of-the-art technology and complimentary WiFi for guests and locals to work, connect, explore and socialize. The property is within easy walking distance of arts and entertainment, restaurants, shops and galleries in the North Hills area.

The hotel’s rooftop lounge and terrace, Level7, features panoramic views of the area and serves tapas-inspired small plates, Spanish wines, handcrafted cocktails and local beers. Level7 is accessible from inside the hotel, as well as through a separate entrance that takes guests to the rooftop by way of a glass elevator. It is open to hotel guests and the public. This level also offers 1,370 square feet of meeting space, featuring integrated AV technology and customizable banquet menus.

“While we have developed many hotels during the past 30+ years, it was a special privilege to team with friends and respected colleagues from Marriott and Kane Realty to bring the AC Hotels vision to life in our own backyard,” said Mark Laport, co-founder, president and CEO of Concord Hospitality.

Concord has partnered with Marriott International on the development of new hotel brands for the last two decades. That alignment for strategic growth and passion for delivering best in class service is represented in Concord’s achievement of winning the coveted Marriott Partnership Circle Award 10 times and in 2016, being inducted into Marriott’s Partnership Circle Hall of Fame for hospitality excellence.

“To have AC Hotels in the Triangle is very exciting,” said John Kane, CEO of Kane Realty Corporation. “This new hotel enriches our shared vision with Concord, to create irresistible places within vibrant communities, and we believe it will be very successful here in North Hills.”

Concord Hospitality and Kane Realty have worked together on multiple projects since 2008, including the Renaissance Raleigh and Hyatt House hotels, both located in North Hills.

AC Raleigh North Hills is designed for those creative, well-traveled, entrepreneurial spirits who are constantly on the go and who appreciate the oasis of a well-designed hotel that allows them to welcome moments of tranquility, be present and connect with others. Everything at AC Hotels by Marriott® is created with intention. It edits away what is unnecessary in order to provide guests with thoughtfully designed moments of elegance that elevate their stay. The brand’s style features clean, simple and crisp lines, marrying sophisticated European style with a distinctly modern feel.

About Concord Hospitality Enterprises Company

As an award-winning hotel development, ownership and management company, Concord Hospitality Enterprises Company has spent the last three decades partnering with owners and its investors on more than $2.5 billion in premium branded properties across the United States and Canada. As an operator, both for third party owners and partners, Concord Hospitality instills value from the ground up, developing and managing with a sustainable viewpoint, a focus on quality and a hands-on involvement to ensure long-term profitability. Learn more at concordhotels.com.

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Our story is about a town—a small town—and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe. Decent. Innocent. Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath.

THE NAME OF OUR TOWN IS RIVERDALE.

It’s a new year at Riverdale High and it’s full of surprises—like the death of our beloved Jason Blossom (may he rest in peace). Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like his death will be the first or the last. You heard right, Riverdale High. There’s a murderer on the loose. Don’t answer the phone. Don’t open the door. Don’t try to escape. But most of all… DON’T SCREAM!

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focusas  asked:

Sokkla FMA AU

This one is pretty long. Click “read more” for the full story.


Resenbool never struck Azula as particularly significant place. 

As far as her eyes could see the rolling hills stretched out in all directions like a vast green sea, the tall grasses swaying gently in the spring sun, trees rustling in the breeze. She could almost pretend like the war never touched this place, if it weren’t for the occasional crater the farmers in the area worked their fields around.

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Unless I’m mistaken, this is the first time they’ve had a physical barrier between them during their sleeping arrangements. Even the makeshift tent he made for her when they slept outdoors had an open door, forcing a physical intimacy even as they maintained an emotional distance. So, it’s funny when they finally get a proper barrier it comes at a time when their emotional intimacy makes hollow that very separation. And then the barrier between them falls! LOL, a bit on the nose but really so much has happened to chip away at whatever held them from each other. Actually it started before they ever exchanged a word.

Long ago, Tae Ha saved Dae Gil and Hye Won (then Un Nyun) from enemy soldiers, a fact none of the three yet recall. As a rival slave hunter who raised an embittered Dae Gil would note, this was the beginning of the end for Dae Gil’s family and his life as a noble. It also marked Hye Won and her brother’s flight from slavery and emergence as “legitimate” nouveau riche The war also brought radical changes to Tae Ha’s life: the murder of his family and separation from his nation as he was held hostage in a foreign land. His time from home is what allowed the political forces that would eventually slander and enslave him to take root and fester.

Wall after wall fell as their paths slowly but surely wound them back to face one another as more mature people capable of seeing each other as equals. And the time spent together on the road merely dissolved the final emotional barriers, those painful memories of loss and guilt that they could only shake with each other. During the live broadcast, I spent so much time counseling myself not to get my hopes up about these two, to pray for and be grateful if Tae Ha was still alive at drama’s end. Yet upon re-watch, it’s so beautiful to realize how fated Tae Ha and Hye Won actually were. Kdramas are all about those seemingly incidental moments that are really the hallmarks of Fate.

askpenwright  asked:

For the blood-trailing boss, dash in, quickly slash twice, dash away, and repeat. Attack from a diagonal angle if you can. Keep your distance when they start getting ready to throw fireballs, then dash back in. Lead the boss in a wide circle around the room, but be careful not to block the door. Hope this all

Yeah, I know this. Just have to train myself xD Thank you ☺

Sleep sounds lovely right now. 4:11 a.m. On the verge of sleep. So close. My dreams are already starting to form. They were starting out great. Then my mom walks in my room and tells me I need to take the dogs out. So I take Finley out, starts giving me trouble outside. Finally does her business after about 5-10 min, and I take her inside. Then I take Puzzles out, and he starts his business, then just stares out across the yard to our next door neighbors house. Thunder and lightning rolling in the distance, rain ready to fall at anytime. He just keeps standing there, staring. I try to get him to finish so we can go inside, but he just stands there, staring. Finally, as he finishes, I hear something across the street and as I look, i catch movement in the darkness, and im just like, “Nope, not today,” and rush Puzzles back inside and lock the door behind me. Now im no longer tired, but I am severely irritated, and i don’t even want to know what that was. Now its time to try and get to sleep again…

Alive AU: Part 10

Dr. Jin: *Opens door to Red’s room*
*Holding a water canteen*
Hello, I came to-
Uh…m.

Dr. X: What’s-

Oh dear.

— —-

*Laughing*

Red: I swear to god, that’s what he told me.

Nick: There’s no fucking way that teacher got away with something that stupid!

Ghetto: Wait, hold up guys, you hear that?

*The CDC sirens are heard from the distance*

Nick : It’s..

Red: Um…

Nick: And, busted…

Ghetto: The sleeping decoy didn’t work then.

Nick: Well, the doctors aren’t idiots.

Ghetto: Yea.. Let’s head back and..
Clear things up..

Nick: That seems like the best thing to do, but..
I just hope Red doesn’t get hit with most of the blame.

Red: I’ll be fine.. Hopefully.
Let’s just get there before anyone freaks out too much.

— —

Uni: There you are!
And, with..
Would you care to explain what are you all doing?!?

Major Gray: I’d also. Like to know.

Nick: Major..

Red: No, hold on.
I’ve had yet to to talk to you “Major Gray”.
So, I’m your prisoner.
A psychotic bastard put behind bars. Right?

I can’t apologize enough for my actions in my entire life time to make up for the damage I’ve cost, but the best I can do is try to do something for it.

I’m already a test subject for your doctors, but, if you entitle me a job, whether a guard, which is probably not in your interest, or laborer, I don’t care! I’m going to put the work in..

I’m going to serve you in the dept I owe you..

Major Gray: … Good.
There’s a part of the building that needs repair, let’s get to work.

Red: ..
*Starts walking*

Major Gray: *Watches him*
*Looks back at Nick and Ghetto*
I’ll talk to you two later.

anonymous asked:

How's the slay-pad going?

Hahahahah! omg Slay-Pad is my new favourite term for our apartment! 

It is going so so well, I love living away from my fam and being independent, I love being walking distance to uni, I love that I (technically) live walking distance to Bec and Sam’s place, I love living with Tegan, not a single argument and we mostly just hang out in our underwear together. Tomorrow I’m picking up Mel and Amy from the airport who are staying with us for nearly a week so it will be a total girls house and I can’t wait. The only negatives have been that I had salmonella for six days straight and thought I was dying so I had my mum help take care of me. The other negative is that we have a construction site next door that wakes us up kind of early but it’s not so bad because we don’t have a tv yet so sometimes me and Tegan watch the workers and make up stories about them or try and work out what exactly they are building. It’s pretty entertaining and getting up early means you make more of your day.

Thanks for asking, sorry it took so long to write this, I don’t check tumblr very often so I only just saw this message <3 

There is nothing more important to our Survival than following @LouisFarrakhan.

If you are following ANY So Called Leader who is not plugged into #Farrakhan, they are only leading you to the Chastisement.

America is being Destroyed by God.

@LouisFarrakhan is the DOOR to surviving the Destruction. 

If you are hearing talk of those “Turning Back” to this crazy world, forsaking The Teachings, these are our orders.

“So ‪‎SHUN‬ him who turns his back upon OUR Reminder (#Farrakhan), and desires nothing but this world’s life.” Holy Quran 53:29

SHUN: (VERB)
persistently AVOID, IGNORE, or REJECT (someone or something) through antipathy or caution.

synonyms: avoid, evade, eschew, STEER CLEAR OF, shy away from, fight shy of, keep one’s distance from, give a wide berth to, HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH;

Ika is fucking up her game for a guy….I’m not feeling it. Demetres is cool and I like him, but Ika’s thought process is severely clouded. She follows him around allllllll day, everytime I turn on the feeds she’s looking for him or hanging out with him and it’s ruining her game because she only talks to him, didn’t she say she was gonna distance herself from him? she’s gonna go home soon because she’s making bad decisions. I don’t see how she can’t see taking out Cassandra opens up the door for her to be the next target

          iona was wasted, when he got wasted he got messy, too messy to understand anything, to really see things, the alcohol blurring his vision down to just colorful blobs with hazed faces. so when he was getting pulled into a familiar place , pulled onto a familiar comfortable bed, skirt raised, panties around his ankles, strong hands gripping his fragile waist he couldn’t help but give into whatever was happening to him, all he knew was that it felt good as shit ,and he wanted more of it. however it didn’t last long when he had heard voices in the distance, screams and slammed doors. someone was pulling at him, it wasn’t whoever it was before, his grip was softer than the one before, but he couldn’t make out who it was until the person in front of him started to talk to him. a wide smile breaking out on his face, he let out a string of drunken giggles, “—oppa i din’t know you were here too,” he gasped a bit.

          iona was confused.  he heard the other’s voice but he coudln’t see him anymore. a couple of seconds passed but the other seemed to have a duffle bag in their hands, shoving things into it. iona frowned as he got up on his shaky legs, pulling at the other’s arms, “w-what are ou doing?s-stop it,” he pleaded, his words slurring together as he pulled clothes from the other’s bag, “don’t leave me, don’t, you can’t leave me, oppa what are you doing??

Golf - Banging toilet door blamed for Rahm's poor chip shot
(Reuters) - Jon Rahm blamed a loud noise, reported as a slamming portable toilet door, for a poor chip shot at the final hole that cost him a chance of forcing extra holes in his final against Dustin Johnson at the WGC-Dell Match Play on Sunday.
Rahm was just starting his backswing for the 80-foot shot at Austin Country Club in Texas when a sudden noise reverberated across the green.
The 22-year-old Spaniard continued with his swing but hit the ball fat and he reacted in disgust when it stopped barely halfway to the hole.
“That’s absolutely why I missed it,” Rahm told Golf Channel, referring to the noise, which NBC television said was a portable toilet door banging.
“I lost focus with my head, chunked it and left it short. That’s absolutely what happened.”
Rahm never expected to hit his chip to tap-in distance, because he had to negotiate a ridge and a downhill slope but he expected to get it much closer than 30 feet.
“'Gimme’ distance was impossible, but 10, 12, 15 feet for birdie is what I had in mind … and for that to happen is just unfortunate.”
Rahm missed his long birdie putt, halving the hole with Johnson, who escaped with a 1-up victory in the World Golf Championships event.
Despite the disappointment, another strong week cemented long-hitting Rahm’s reputation as one of the game’s rising talents and an intriguing prospect for his Masters debut in two weeks.
Since his maiden PGA Tour victory at Torrey Pines in southern California two months ago, he has finished 16th, fifth, third and second.
He is projected to jump from 26th to 14th when the world rankings are updated on Monday.

(Reporting by Andrew Both in Cary, North Carolina; Editing by Ian Ransom)
Banging toilet door blamed for Rahm's poor chip shot

REUTERS - Jon Rahm blamed a loud noise, reported as a slamming portable toilet door, for a poor chip shot at the final hole that cost him a chance of forcing extra holes in his final against Dustin Johnson at the WGC-Dell Match Play on Sunday.
Rahm was just starting his backswing for the 80-foot shot at Austin Country Club in Texas when a sudden noise reverberated across the green.
The 22-year-old Spaniard continued with his swing but hit the ball fat and he reacted in disgust when it stopped barely halfway to the hole.
“That’s absolutely why I missed it,” Rahm told Golf Channel, referring to the noise, which NBC television said was a portable toilet door banging.
“I lost focus with my head, chunked it and left it short. That’s absolutely what happened.”
Rahm never expected to hit his chip to tap-in distance, because he had to negotiate a ridge and a downhill slope but he expected to get it much closer than 30 feet.
“'Gimme’ distance was impossible, but 10, 12, 15 feet for birdie is what I had in mind … and for that to happen is just unfortunate.”
Rahm missed his long birdie putt, halving the hole with Johnson, who escaped with a 1-up victory in the World Golf Championships event.
Despite the disappointment, another strong week cemented long-hitting Rahm’s reputation as one of the game’s rising talents and an intriguing prospect for his Masters debut in two weeks.
Since his maiden PGA Tour victory at Torrey Pines in southern California two months ago, he has finished 16th, fifth, third and second.
He is projected to jump from 26th to 14th when the world rankings are updated on Monday.

(Reporting by Andrew Both in Cary, North Carolina; Editing by Ian Ransom)

Whatever you do..

Don’t imagine a finale where Clarke stays behind and the rocket launches with Bellamy and the rest inside…and then Bellamy grabs a parachute…or sth like that and goes to the door and O grabs his wrists to stop him and when he turns around they look in eachother’s eyes and smile while O says: We will meet again and let go of his wrists. Then he looks at Raven who is piloting the rocket and she tells him: You’ve got this. And he answers: you too. And looks at both of them and says: Take care of them for us. Opens the door and jumps.

The camera cuts to Clarke on the ground watching a body jumping out of the rocket and she breathes: No….and starts running to where the figure is falling repeating no. no, no. and then after running through the forest she stops…sees him on the distance while he is letting go of the parachute and yells: WHY? AND HE (looking lovely as always) answers:

If you are here, I’m here.

And then they both run to eachother and their mouths crash…and after a sweet long passionate kiss they hug (for about 20 secs) and then while embracing they both look up to the sky and SMILE.

Banging toilet door blamed for Rahm's poor chip shot
(Reuters) - Jon Rahm blamed a loud noise, reported as a slamming portable toilet door, for a poor chip shot at the final hole that cost him a chance of forcing extra holes in his final against Dustin Johnson at the WGC-Dell Match Play on Sunday.
Rahm was just starting his backswing for the 80-foot shot at Austin Country Club in Texas when a sudden noise reverberated across the green.
The 22-year-old Spaniard continued with his swing but hit the ball fat and he reacted in disgust when it stopped barely halfway to the hole.
“That’s absolutely why I missed it,” Rahm told Golf Channel, referring to the noise, which NBC television said was a portable toilet door banging.
“I lost focus with my head, chunked it and left it short. That’s absolutely what happened.”
Rahm never expected to hit his chip to tap-in distance, because he had to negotiate a ridge and a downhill slope but he expected to get it much closer than 30 feet.
“'Gimme’ distance was impossible, but 10, 12, 15 feet for birdie is what I had in mind … and for that to happen is just unfortunate.”
Rahm missed his long birdie putt, halving the hole with Johnson, who escaped with a 1-up victory in the World Golf Championships event.
Despite the disappointment, another strong week cemented long-hitting Rahm’s reputation as one of the game’s rising talents and an intriguing prospect for his Masters debut in two weeks.
Since his maiden PGA Tour victory at Torrey Pines in southern California two months ago, he has finished 16th, fifth, third and second.
He is projected to jump from 26th to 14th when the world rankings are updated on Monday.

(Reporting by Andrew Both in Cary, North Carolina; Editing by Ian Ransom)
So Here's the Story...

A little after midnight, January 1st, 2017, my husband, two brothers of his, and I registered for the Door County Triathlon (Sprint distance.). And one of our brothers-in-law registered for the Half-Iron distance.

No big deal, right?

Well, there are some crazy odds here:
I’m extremely overweight.
I’m battling Lyme Disease.
I have back problems.
I have knee problems.
There is something wrong (since Sept 2016) with my legs and feet; they keep swelling up.

So, why not register for a triathlon, right?!

“Tell me whom you love, and I’ll tell you who you are.” – Creole Proverb


The man whose throat blossoms with spicy chocolates
Tempers my ways of flurrying
Is my inner recesses surfacing
Paints the bedroom blue because he wants to carry me to the skies
Pear eater in the orchard
Possesses Whitmanesque urge & urgency
Boo Bear, the room turns orchestral
Crooked grin of ice cream persuasion
When I speak he bursts into seeds & religion
Poetry housed in a harmonica
Line dances with his awkward flair
Rare steaks, onion rings, Maker’s on the rocks
Once-a-boy pilfering grenadine
Nebraska, Nebraska, Nebraska
Wicked at the door of happiness
At a longed-for distance remains sharply crystalline
Fragments, but by day’s end assembled into joint narrative
Does not make me who I am, entirely
Heart like a fig, sliced
Peonies in a clear round vase, singing
A wisp, a gasp, sonorous stutter
Tuning fork deep in my belly, which is also a bell
Evening where there is no church but fire
Sparks, particles, chrysalis into memory
Moth, pod of enormous pleasure, fluttering about on a train
He knows I don’t need saving & rescues me anyhow
Our often-misunderstood kind of love is dangerous
Darling, fill my cup; the bird has come to roost

—  “Whom You Love”, Joseph O. Legaspi
Overwhelm

I am in a VERY long distance relationship with my partner/fiancé. Cross country completely, and have been for a year and a half.

So, he came in to town for only one night this weekend. I hung out all day with his parents and him yesterday (out the door at 7:30, in the door at 9:30pm) and spent the day with him today (got in the door at 6pm).

I have my tenure portfolio due on the 7th. I need to create my teacher-generated data for it, write it, assemble student work, and all the rest.

I am trying to schedule a student field trip for the 7th.

I have grades due the 31st. I have a vocal therapy appointment on the 30th.

I am overwhelmed by all the deadlines, overtired from all the socializing and walking, and so sad because he’s not here any more and I ALWAYS crash when he leaves.

I don’t know what I need - I think I need to believe that sitting down to grade essays right now is worth it - that being a teacher is worth the stress and the drama.

I have two weeks before I fly to him - the day after my tenure portfolio is due.

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Oops meme! The first one pleaseeee

Oops! First Interactions ||  
♔ - one Muse hits the other while opening a door too fast/forcefully


It was just another delivery, the place not too far from the corner store he had raided upon touchdown.  Fingers covered in chip-dust, he figured he’d walk the rest of the way to the Aether house on Ula’Ula.  After all, it was a nice day, the sun was shining, and, despite the rain clouds looming in the distance and the overwhelming feeling of being watched, he was in a good mood.  his paycheck was going to be fat as fuck and he’d finally get that jacket he was so sorely after.  He couldn't wait.

Skull was holed up in their little fortress and he was free to go about his business without having to worry about the punks hassling him for his time and pokemon, so he decided to make the walk slow.  best to enjoy the sun before he had to fly up in it to get home.

rounding the bend in the path, he headed up the hill towards Aether house, eyeing the marble stone and over abundance of white against the green backdrop of the island.  it was.. an eyesore.  He’d never been one for white before, black and grey was his preferred after all, but drastic times call for drastic measures.  Sighing at just how little his opinion mattered to anyone, even himself, he shoved the remainder of his chips away and wiped off his hand on a nearby tree.  the pokmon could lick it off if they wanted the extra dust. 

He headed up the stairs and through the doors, the cool of the air-conditioned waiting room greeting him like a wave.  the temperature change made him shudder as his sun baked skin cooled in the new environment.

His eyes scanned the empty room and then landed on the Oranguru that resided behind the counter, the beast staring at him with something far more perceptive than some simple animal’s curiosity.  It seemed to be the only one present in the small greeting room and Hyde wondered if this was his contact.  What a joke that would be.  

To his surprise, the monkey pulled a small bundle of letters and folders from behind the counter, placing it in his view and pushing it forward with a grunt.  …. would it have done the same if someone else had walked in the room??  maybe… maybe it was more intelligent than he thought.  Either way, the fact that Aether allowed a pokemon to service their houses lowered his appreciation for his current employer.. and the thing slightly unnerved him.  He reached out and grabbed the mail, pausing as he hesitantly nodded his thanks, the great monkey merely fanning itself with the magnificent fan and replying with a soft, “Oooh.”

well.. that was weird..  He turned on his heels and headed back for the door and the safety and sanity of the outside world.

He was reaching for his portal to freedom when he saw it, the slight jiggle of the door announcing that someone was coming through.  By the time he noticed it, it was too late.  the panel was thrown open wide, smacking him across the face and forcing him to stumble back or be squashed between the wall and the door as someone decided to make a grand entrance.  “Ow!!”  he cursed, grabbing his head and recovering his stance as best he could before glaring at whoever had popped him with the door.

so… this is what it felt like?  he suddenly felt worse for all those people he had hit with doors recently.  it was not pleasant.