1. Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time
2. LA Devotee
3. Ready To Go
[jazzy funk intermission]
4. Golden Days
5. Vegas Lights 6. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage
8. But It’s Better When We Do (AFYCSO Medley now with Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks)
10. Nine In The Afternoon
11. Miss. Jackson
[transition where pete wentz (he’s not there, it’s a video shown on the screen) electrocutes brendon]
12. This Is Gospel
13. Death Of A Bachelor
14. The Ballad Of Mona Lisa
15. Cover of Billy Joel’s ‘Movin’ Out’
16. Emperor’s New Clothes
18. Crazy = Genius
19. Let’s Kill Tonight
20. Drum cover of Bruno Mars’ ‘24K Magic’ and Rihanna’s ‘Bitch Better Have My Money’
22. Cover of Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’
23. I Write Sins Not Tragedies
[closing speech // end]
other useful facts:
–> the house of memories opens at around 5pm. this gives you at least 2-4 hours there for everyone (around 100 people) to take pictures, explore and meet people
–> the countdown timer starts at 20:50pm wherever you are. after that timer, they officially start the show at 9pm. i advise finding your seat at around 8pm to get comfortable. this leaves you lots of time to buy merch beforehand
–> the concert lasts about an hour
Heading to Vegas today for Miss Fisher Con. I get motion sickness easily, so flying will be my least favorite part of this trip. Under the influence of Dramamine, I know I won’t look nearly as fresh and fabulous as Miss Fisher does when I step off the plane, but I shall persevere because there is too much fun to be had in the next few days! May the Force be with me. 😋
Summary: The countdown plastered to one’s skin showed how much time the other’s soulmate had left to live. For Felicity Smoak, that meant she had 3 months to find and warn her soulmate before he would die. When she met him though, she got more than what she signed herself up for. Especially when his secret identity was revealed to her… Soulmate, Bratva AU mixed with Olicity Fic-A-Thon Prompts. Prompt: Eye Contact Word Count: 1662 Rating: M Tagging:@thebookjumper, @olicityhiatusficathon Notes: Heyyaaa people :) I’m very excited to be back with this small prologue. This fanfiction will be updated weekly, depends on how much the prompt fits the storyline I have in mind, and of course the response will determine how many chapters this story should get. While this prologue is very quick, I will try to aim for a word count between 2500 and 5000+. The chapters will focus heavily on that week’s prompt, except for this one, because this is the chapter that gets the story going. I hope you enjoy this little ficlet and follow the characters’ journey to the end. :) Let me know what you think at the end by dropping a message. Comments and kudos feed the soul of my Muse. :P Enjoy! :)
“To Republicans in Congress who might feel uneasy about responding to this tragedy with laws that might prevent the next one, we offer this grim reference. Rather than responding to Sutherland Springs, act as though the legislation was responding to the mass shootings in Las Vegas, Dallas, Orlando, San Bernardino, Colorado Springs, Roseburg, Chattanooga, Charleston, Marysville, Isla Vista, Fort Hood, Santa Monica, or Sandy Hook Elementary School, to name a few.If it is too soon to respond to Sutherland Springs, is it too soon to respond to these?“
As the stunt has played out, it seemed to me that Taylor was the one pulling all of the strings.
Her stunt buddy (CH) had to travel to Chicago, Colorado, NYC, London, Ireland, Nashville, Rhode Island, and Miami to play his role as her Faux-BF. Taylor, however, has only traveled to Las Vegas (a mere 30+ minute plane ride away).
While I enjoy Taylor being an absolute BOSS to CH, one would hope she is paying at least some of the cost of his fuel.
If you want additional evidence that Taylor is the puppet-master of this stunt, watch this video of the countdown again. Taylor is in the bottom left corner (back of her head, lace top, pointing). Watch it more than once.
As the countdown begins, CH turns around and looks at her. As soon as she sees this, she points firmly and prolonged in his direction. It appears to me (and others) that she is letting him know that he is to stay there and not join her. She doesn’t stop pointing until he (awkwardly) turns back around and is no longer looking at her.
CH didn’t appear to know what to do when the countdown began so he looked to her for direction. Taylor commanded him to stay where he was.
Credit to Whaler13bg again for bringing this to my attention.
In the Justice League Action episode It’ll Take a Miracle, we are introduced to the show’s version of Mr Miracle. Here Scott Free is working as an escapologist in Las Vegas, as an homage to the Final Countdown as his personal theme song, and has a rivalry with the (much more successful) entertainer, Zatanna.
It’s odd that Scott would consider Zee hacky, as they’re both illusionists who mix stage magic with actual sorcery, though in Scott’s case it’s more the New Gods’ alien space magic (like the MCU version of Thor) than Zee’s magic!magic.
And, yes, he and Big Barda are dating in the show..
It’s the final countdown! Pre vacation lift!!! Will see my crew in a week. Today might have gotten a little strange. @imsebastianstan@southampton1974Pump day! -side raise superset with db curls 4x10 -Db shoulder press triset with front raise and db curls 4x10 each - rear delt machine 4x10 superset with rope push down 4x20 -seated rear db fly superset with db tricep ext 3x10. #whereistone#whereisthiago #nomardiniagain #donsaladino#drive495 #trainwithweirdos #getjacked #vegas (x)
Could you please do "we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf" for patater
Kent isn’t at all sure how Alexei Mashkov ended up at the Ace’s annual NYE bash, but he is, all fucking huge and built like a goddamned tree.
It’d be so easy to hate the man, after all he did call Kent a rat, for fucksake. But Alexei (”Call me Tater, is team name. Friends call me such.”) is charmingand genuinely funny as dances with anyone who is willing to ask him. Vinnie’s mom, a small Italian woman in her mid-sixties, has waltzed with him twice and pinched his butt no more than four times. Each time, Tater would look shocked and charmed, and one the last one called over to the goalie. “Vinnie, looks like am your new dad, yes?”
Somehow, someway, Tater hears that Kent had taken the team to a ballroom class for team bonding. Taken them and then stuck with it, because fuck his teammates, that’s what.
“Why you no dance with me, little Parsnip? I not have that much to drink.” His honey eyes are warm and happy in the low light of the ballroom, shirt undone the top few buttons and he’d lost his tie somewhere in the night. And, okay, Kent can think of a million worse things than having one of Alexei’s massive hands warm on his lower back.
They dance a foxtrot, separate to different partners for another waltz, Alexei taps out when bass cranks up for bump and grind and makes his way to the bar. Kent himself stays out on the floor for a few songs, has a good time and then plunks himself down on a barstool next to Mashkov.
“You dance well, Parsnip!” Alexei’s voice booms over the bass that simmers low in Kent’s chest.
“Yeah, well, Vegas is kind of the scene for that.” Kent laughs back, and the banter is easy and fun. The crowd begins to chant the countdown into the New Year and Kent feels pinpricks run down his back as Tater eyes him seriously as he stands and leans on the bar.
He doesn’t even hear the cheer of HAPPY NEW YEAR over the rush of his heartbeat in his head as Alexei slants his mouth over Kent’s, placing himself directly in the bracket of Kent’s legs. The Russian has a slight five-o’clock shadow that rakes over Kent’s upper lip as the kiss turns deeper and a touch more needy when Alexei drags his teeth over Kent’s lower lip when they part again.
“I am be wishing you a happy new year, Mister Kent Parson.” And with a brilliant smile, Tater stepped back from between his legs and leaves the party. No one in the party has noticed, still wrapped up in their own revelries.
“Shit.” Kent bolts off the barstool, faltering as it clatters to the floor and the bartender gives him an irritated ‘Hey!’
“S-sorry! I’ve got to go!” He gestures uselessly between the door and the fallen barstool before darting towards the door and down the hallway to the elevator… which closes with a mockingly cheerful ding! as soon as Kent has it in his sights. Kent groans as he comes to a stop in front the closed doors, his head repeatedly hitting them with a dull thunk.
“Morning. You’ll catch him in the morning.”
Morning, it turns out, is not any better, as Alexei chats up Kent’s teammates over waffles with ridiculous toppings.
“Little Parsnip! How are you doing?” He’s beaming and Kent can barely hold back from saying ‘Great! I’ve got your beard burn on the right half of my face, but great!’ because Alexei is giving him a cocked head and a blank stare.
Kent grumbles and edges into the large circular booth. “Not a morning person, is all right!”
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• Technomancers creep me out with their Matrix hoodoo, but what came out after that Vegas techno protest? Drek, man. Really looked like we had a Nice Guy Corp for a while. - Byank
• Naive. Even if Horizon hadn’t been experimenting with technomancers, free spirits and who knows what else, I wouldn’t call them ethical. Media manipulation, propaganda, corp PR cover-ups - their hands aren’t always bloody, but they know where the corpses are buried. - Voske