patron baby


omg yes please SHUT HIM DOWNNN

Story time (sorry it’s long but I’m angry about this still): yesterday my friend and I were making brownies and we didn’t set a timer and neither of us were paying attention to it at all and so someone asked me to go look at them to see if they were done and when I checked them they were clearly done but my friend’s pompous patronizing male jackass cousin literally hovered over me (this face basically touching my shoulder) telling me to CHECK IT WITH A TOOTHPICK A TOOTHPICK WILL LET YOU KNOW IF IT”S DONE JUST PUT A TOOTHPICK IN IT IF A TOOTHPICK COMES OUT CLEAN IT IS DONE JUST GO AHEAD AND USE A TOOTHPICK DID YOU KNOW THAT THE BEST WAY TO CHECK BROWNIES IS WITH A TOOTHPICK MOST WOMEN DON’T KNOW THIS BECAUSE THEY JUST DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE DETAILS A:LKDJFG:LSKDJF:SLDKFJ:SLDKJF. So naturally I didn’t use a toothpick and the brownies (which btw were covered in caramel and full of chocolate chips so checking them with a toothpick wouldn’t have worked bc it could have been burnt and still not come out of the brownies clean) tasted just fine.SO SUCK ON THAT AND CHOKE ON A TOOTHPICK

Jazz patrons attending singer Baby Ruth’s set at Detroit’s Club Owens, June 3, 1945. Club Owens (formerly the B & C Club) was located in the historic black neighborhood called Paradise Valley.

Paradise Valley was the business district and entertainment center of a densely-populated African-American residential area in Detroit – known as Black Bottom – from the 1920’s through the 1950’s.

During the 1920’s, the black population in Detroit swelled from 41,000 to 120,000 as new migrants from the South arrived daily to seek employment in the automobile industry.  The cramped near east side neighborhood of Black Bottom was one of the very few areas blacks were allowed to reside. The residents’ daily needs were amply met by more than 300 black-owned businesses in Paradise Valley, ranging from drugstores, beauty salons and restaurants to places of leisure such as nightclubs, bowling alleys with bars, theaters and mini-golf courses.

(original 4" x 6" photo from our private collection, club photographer unknown)

My First Reactions When I Read the Start of Son of Neptune
  • Me: Goddammit, Percy.
  • Me: Get your dumb ass back to Camp Half-Blood
  • Me: What about that kiss... underwater with Annabeth?
  • Me: Fuck you, Rick Troll Riordan
  • Me: I don't want to read this torture!
  • Me: Aghhhhghhfsahadsfsaufigsidf
  • Me: I want Annabeth!
  • Me: Go back to camp!
  • Me: Not that fucking camp. The GREEK one. Camp HALF-BLOOD.
  • Me: I mean why are they called Camp JUPITER if Mars is their patron god?
  • Me: Haha... Baby face... Sorry...
  • Me: Shit, Percy, you're talking with Roman words.
  • Me: NOnonononnnonoNONONO....
  • Me: Nico you little shit.
  • Me: Octavian you sly devil-spawn.
  • Me: Go Percy!!! You show dem!

Title: Tony Stark Isn’t as Funny as He Thinks He Is

Author: Mod Kamala

Words: 420 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

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