#Caesars Head State Park

[themonkeycabal]

Table Rock, Caesars Head State Park, South Carolina

by Dave Allen

#50 nifty 2022 #caesars head state park #south carolina

[fatehbaz]

taking relentless severe psychic damage from watching several hours of videos of television commercial advertisements from the United States in December 1999.

a world-historical moment, an all-time high peak of self-assured smirking arrogance.

ascendant home computers and internet modems. a new millennium! a time after Cold War but before Nining Leven, with saxophone-playing heads of state and cheery Spielbierg-ian sentimentality attempting to plaster over 1970s/1980s disappointments and hangovers with renewed millennarian End-Of-History optimism.

come celebrate with us! look at these images of The Nation! from sparkling Times Square and the cast of "Friends" in bustling cosmopolitan New York City, to sunny Californian prosperity, to those cartoonish frogs in the quasi-mythical Deep South-ish rural periphery of Budweiser ads, and all the suburban Midwestern Kay's Jeweler's in between! planetary hegemony. "Head east from the Colosseum, across the ruts of chariots, and you'll find an imperial estate built by a second-century Caesar. It's a rough ride. And if the agile and durable Chevy Tracker can handle these ancient roads, driving back home will be a walk in the park. Chevy Tracker: It Gets Around!"

or perhaps "our" power extends beyond this terrestrial imperium, into space, conquering the stars. UFOs; space aliens; The X-Files; Independence Day; Space Jam; Men in Black; the Phoenix Lights; Coast to Coast AM on the radio; Space Command in Colorado Springs.

the anxious fragility belied by the desperate constant promotion of an almost religious dedication to recognizable icons.

talking chihuahuas, marketing jingles, annual football game events. self-referential circular cross-promotion maelstrom.

"An all-new holiday spectacular, a Christmas special destined to become a family classic! With music from REM's Michael Stipe, voiced by Ally McBeal's Peter MacNicol, and starring Drew Barrymore! It's Olive the Other Reindeer! At 8/7 Central Fox Friday!"

trying to insist that this "classic" cultural iconography binds us. it has always lived in your heart. fabricating in real-time a supposedly shared history, insisting on this "reality" even at the moment of its very creation. hammering away at the soul.

Daffy Duck saunters in and pronounces: "Eat your way into the new millennium with this 'gigundo' party sub from Subway!"

why aren't you smiling?

[forlovvers]

( always )

pair: ex!jay x gn!reader | genre: fluff/angst idk | warning(s): none! | wc: 800 ish | synopsis: in which you and jay see each other for the first time in three years. 

lynne’s notez🗒️: jay is very always by daniel caesar coded

your late nights consisted of grocery shopping because you never had time to make the trip during the day. you think you prefer it like this; quiet and unoccupied, just some older ladies here and there. 

you walk down the aisles, shopping cart full of miscellaneous items. you reach into your jacket pocket and rummage around to pull out a crumpled letter and your grocery list. huh. you hadn’t even realized you had had that in there.

regardless, you stuff the letter back into your pocket and unfold your grocery list. you read down your list and make a mental notes of the few things you needed left. you make a turn into the next aisle and see the next item you need at the top-most shelf. 

you internally groan. top shelves were your number one enemy.

you outstretch your arms and as best as you could, you just barely touch the item. you let out a big huff and try again.

“do you need help?” the familiar voice asks, and you want to turn to look at who it belonged to but the man gently grabs the sides of your waist and moves you aside. the action is short, but it leaves you feeling a little dizzy.

“here you go,” he turns to you to hand you the item when his voice trails off. you’re met with the kind eyes of jay park. his hair is tousled and blonde. he looks the same for the most part, just a bit more into his features. his oversized bomber jacket really sticks out and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal his arms.

it had been three years since you last saw him. you remember the day clearly when you told him you were leaving for the states and didn’t plan on coming back. jay had been in your apartment, making dinner when you dropped the news. you remember him asking “did i do something wrong?”

in fact, it had nothing to do with him. and everything to do with yourself. he didn’t even say goodbye at the airport when you left, but when you got on the plane, there was a small piece of parchment stuck in your wallet. it was a love letter, signed off by jay.

beating yourself up over losing the love of your life was your routine for the next three years. most of your days in the beginning consisted of wondering what he was up to, did he think about you like you did him? eventually, you had to let him go. 

but here, in this grocery store, jay stands tall before you.

“i didn’t know you were back in town.” jay laughs awkwardly, handing you the item. you accept it and his hands brush over your skin, sending shockwaves to your brain. 

“yeah, i got back a week ago.” you say, for some reason you can’t look him in the eyes. he nods profoundly and when you turn away to start walking, he follows. his steps soon fall into sync with yours.

“how long are you back in town for?” jay asks, his voice honey like you’d always loved.

“i’m not sure. i wanted to see my parents.” you respond. you pick something off the shelves and place it in the cart to distract yourself from your thundering heart.

“ah,” his voice is thick with disappointment. jay can’t help but stare at your profile, and suddenly it feels like you’re both seventeen again. “i wrote that song you were always convincing me to write.” he says, diverting the attention away from the topic.

“oh really?” your words are piqued with interest and for the first time since that night three years ago, you look him in the eyes. you knew jay loved music. it traveled in his veins and pumped his blood, but he wasn’t too sure on pursuing it. you were always trying to get him to go further with his music, although he never quite got there.

“what’s it about?”

“oh um,” jay sheepishly rubs his nape. “it’s about you.”

you swear time slows and jay stops and turns fully to look at you. your breath hitches, yet he continues. “i was losing my head over you and needed to get it out.” 

“look y/n, it’s really great to see you again, and all i’ve done is think about you for the past three years.” jay steps forward, closer to you. “but i can give you time and space, just let me know if you want to talk things out, because i still love you.” there’s a fond smile on his lips as he opens your hand and places a small crumpled piece of paper, written in messy handwriting his new number and,

“i’ll always be here.”

#kpop #imagines #enhypen #jake #jay #sunghoon #fluff #heeseung #jungwon #niki #sunoo #park jay #park jongseong #park sunghoon #lee heeseung #sim jake #yang jungwon #nishimura niki #kim sunoo #jay fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen jay #jay angst #jay enhypen #jay enha #enhypen angst #enhypen oneshots #daniel caesar

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Be my Baby chapter 5

A/N: Sorry for the wait babes. The good news is chapter 6 is already mapped out.

Warnings: (18+, oral sex, implied penetrative sex, cursing)

Word Count: 2.7k

“You want red or white?” You and Frankie were getting ingredients for your dinner date, and you were looking for the perfect drink to pair it with. 

“I want beer.” Frankie was a man with simple taste he either went with beer or whiskey, neither of which you happen to like. 

“I agree with red too.” You place the white blend back before carrying on to the refrigerated dairy items. 

Today at work there were few walk-ins so both of you scoured the internet for cooking recipes. Benny and Will partook in the festivities pointing out you should add a salad. Benny showed you some excellent stuff that he makes to bulk up for his fights. Ultimately you chose a Caesar salad from scratch with broccoli cheddar soup.

After work, you two headed straight for the store to gather your ingredients. Since you would be focusing on the soup and Frankie on the salad you guys split up. You found him in the pastry section looking at apple turnovers before you hit the wine aisle. As he went to grab one from the top you intercepted and took the one under it. 

The heavy whipping cream and some creamer were the last two things you needed to get before checkout. Like always Frankie pulled out his wallet before you could blink. 

“Gotta be quicker than that.” He taunts you while waiting for the payment to go through. 

“You two are such a beautiful couple.” The older lady checking you two out has a fond smile looking at you. 

“Thank you,” Suddenly it’s like you’re back in middle school and someone told you how good you and your crush looked together. During your small exchange, Frankie had already grabbed the bags from the bagging area. 

“You ready baby?” Nodding, you smile once more at the cashier before following after the man responsible for your flustered state. 

Out in the parking lot you fish through his pockets for the truck keys. With the groceries safely packed away, you make your way to your home. The drive is silent but comfortable and you take the opportunity to drift off to sleep. When Frankie wakes you, you find he’s already put the bags in your apartment. He even set up his salad station. 

“May the best chef win.” You tilt your head with squinted eyes in an effort to intimidate him further. 

“I think we both know who’s coming out on top hm?” Before he skirts past you he kisses your forehead. 

It seems you need to get used to cooking with another person in the kitchen since you both constantly bump into each other while making your dishes. Instead of ire the kitchen is filled with laughter at the chaotic mess you’ve created. While your soup is simmering you decide to bother Frankie by wrapping your arms around his waist and becoming dead weight. 

As horrible as it may make him sound Frankie can’t help but revel in the peace you provide him. He feels comfortable taking up space around you whereas in his home he feels like he’s on eggshells. This whole open marriage was supposed to give him and Maria time to recoup but he finds himself thinking of what a future could look like with you. Considering the relationship he had now was merely co-parenting anyway. 

“I hope you know if you’re trying to annoy me it’s doing the exact opposite.” His words, like always, send a fluttering in your lower stomach. 

“You say that now,” You let your sentence hang in the air while he finishes chopping the lettuce for the salad. 

The way that Frankie carefully crafts his ingredients shows how much he likes cooking, and you’ve never been more attracted to him. His salad looks better than what they serve at Panera Bread. 

“All I have to do is add the croutons, how’s the soup coming?” He turns his head to the side to look down at you. 

“It’s done, I’ll go set everything up in the living room.” Reluctantly you release Frankie and make your way towards the living room with the wine in tow. After your TV loads, you queue up Love Island with two glasses of wine left on the table.

Back in the kitchen, Frankie turns off the stove and waits for you. When you make it back the both of you divvy up the food to take to the living room. The Caesar salad is probably the best you’ve ever tasted and you are sure to let Frankie know. Following your lead he tries your soup and groans in delight at the simple but filling dish. 

“What’s this?” His head nods in the direction of the paused TV. 

“Love Island, you’ll grow to love it I promise.” Although reluctant to agree with your words he sits back and enjoys his meal. 

By the time his spoon hits the bowl, he’s fully invested despite his doubt. He’s even picked his favorite couple and animatedly talks about how much he loves their colloquialisms. Even though he was adamant that he only drank beer or whiskey he sure was downing the wine like it was about to expire. 

“Who knew British people were so trashy?” Frankie’s eyes are glued to the screen in fascination.

With the both of you comfortable on the couch you turn and tuck your feet underneath you. His whole body was slumped against your couch. The TV was just background noise as you let your thoughts wander to this predicament. 

“So this open marriage thing, am I the only woman you’re seeing.” They say curiosity killed the cat but you would rather have your answer than wonder. 

“Yes, honestly I wasn't particularly looking but Benny had brought you up and I was interested.”  Somehow you aren’t the least bit offended by his words.

“So you wanted to work more on your marriage?” Frankie fully turns his body to face you after your question.

“Yeah like I said I fucked up and it was on me to do the work to fix it but I think it was too late.” You nod along understanding his position.

“What about now are you two working it out?” As you wait for his answer your heart thunders in your chest. 

“No, I wanted to try but respected her wish for space. And now I’m starting to think we’re nothing more than co-parents.” The drop in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed and you wrap your arms around him hoping it’ll bring some comfort. “I don’t mean to dump all this on you.” 

“I asked Fransisco and I’m glad you’re being honest with me.” He doesn’t answer you and instead dips his head in the crook of your neck. “Considering how long you two were together it makes sense that you feel so deeply about it. I’d be alarmed if you didn’t.”

“What about you? I’m sure you have no shortage of suitors.” Frankie pulls back enough to kiss around your neck, the wine has him feeling friskier. 

“I don’t but only one caught my eye.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“Lucky me then.” His gravelly voice gives your lower stomach that familiar feeling. But Frankie doesn’t stop there, he lets his hands roam over your sides before he comfortably plants them on your hips. After he gives them a squeeze he pulls you into his lap with ease and you can’t help the giggles that follow.

Frankie’s eyes are glazed over when he looks up to admire you. He had you sitting on his groin and you could feel him getting heavier by the second. The intense eye contact coupled with him not saying anything caused you to look away feeling warmth spread through your body. 

“Don’t do that.” He spreads his hands around your hips to squeeze your ass. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You look at him as if he were the crazy one before placing your hands on his chest. 

“Why?” Frankie then closes the small distance between you two, slanting his lips on yours. 

His lips are soft and pilant compared to his scratchy mustache but that’s the least of your worries. The hands planted on his chest slide underneath his shirt, lightly scratching the expanse of his chest. Your hips lightly rock against his hardened member attempting to release the pressure you’ve built up. 

A low groan vibrates against your lips and you deepen the motion of your hips. Frankie’s hands squeeze you harder to keep you in place while his lips suck on your bottom lip. Your panties become uncomfortably wet when his tongue enters your mouth and you tilt your head to the side giving him greater access. 

Nothing prepared you for the dazed look in Frankie’s eyes when you pulled back, you almost forgot you wanted to take his shirt off. Since you were taking too long Frankie did it himself by grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting it. He then maneuvered you off his lap so he could lay you down on the couch.

Warmth spread through your cheeks and body at the way his eyes bore into yours. His hands hooked both your yoga pants and panties in one before pulling both down. The large wet spot on your panties stuck to your core before Frankie fully pulled them down. He laid down on his stomach and positioned himself right between your legs. 

A trail of soft kisses leads from your upper thigh to your clit and your back arches in anticipation. Frankie lays his arm across your stomach in preparation while his other grips your thigh. When he licks a stripe up your pussy you can’t help the sign of relief that leaves your lips. He slowly circles his tongue around your clit reveling in the way he can feel your stomach moving rapidly. 

“Frank,” The long draw of his name lets him know you’re tired of his teasing. 

For tonight he obliges your request and wraps his lips around you before suckling. He feels your hands cradle his head as your hips buck into his mouth. The small tugs at his curls have him diving further into your pussy. Heavy breathing and low moans from you drown out the TV in the background and Frankie makes it his job to ensure it stays that way.

Your head is thrown back against your sofa when he starts flicking his tongue while sucking. 

“Just like that,” The way the words tumble out of your mouth you’re unsure if he understands but there’s no change. His name is like a prayer on your lips, and you can’t stop calling out to him. 

Loud moans replaced the heavy breathing that was once filling the room. Frankie's eyes connect with yours when you steal a glance at him, and your hand tightens in his hair bringing him impossibly closer to your cunt. Flutters in your lower stomach let you know you’re close as you clench around nothing. 

Neither of you breaks eye contact as your hip movements become erratic. His chocolate eyes pull at the invisible string holding you together. The moment it snaps your vision is bathed in white and your head falls against the armrest while you ride your high out on Frankie’s face. All of the energy is seemingly sucked out of your body. 

Frankie gently coaxes you back into his lap and lets your body draped over his. His hands drag down your sides and find themselves in their rightful place on your hips. Given that you were barely mobile he pulled his member out before sitting you on top. 

“Let me do all the work baby.” The two of you are nowhere near done for the night, but you have no complaints.

………….

Today it seemed like everyone needed work on cars Frankie was in the garage with Benny and Will. All hands on deck were needed, and when you thought about it this was the first time you had to do some strenuous work. Not to say the garage was empty. After filing the remaining paperwork for your latest customer you head to the refreshment area to make more coffee.

Although your break should be coming up in the next hour you don’t see yourself or the guys leaving. In the garage 50 Cent is blasting and you know it must’ve been Benny’s doing. His phone is easy to spot and you pause it only to hear him rapping underneath the car before popping his head out to complain. You simply ignore him before addressing the group. 

“Since none of us can leave what do y’all want from Papa John’s? My treat.” Benjamin’s body is the first to roll out from under his car wasting no time telling you his usual order, a meat lovers with spinach on half. William’s head comes out from under a hood three cars away stating he wanted pepperoni. Frankie came to you while wiping his hands and insisting he wanted pepperoni and jalapenos on one. 

When all their orders are stored in your notes app you turn to Frankie for the first conversation you’ve had all day.

“Any updates on the cars?” You don’t hide how you’re eyeing his veiny forearms.

“Is that really what you came back here for?” His eyes are already trained on you when you finally look in his eyes.

The smile that graces your face tells him all he needs to know. Unbeknownst to either of you William and Benny sneakily peep their heads out from their respective workplaces to watch the two of you. 

“Well I gotta get back anyway, they probably drank all the coffee by now.” Your hands find their way to your hair while Frankie stares unabashedly.

“I don’t get a kiss?” His low voice doesn’t stop you from checking to see if either Miller brother was paying attention to you. 

Since they looked deep into their work you quickly got on your tiptoes to peck his cheek, only for his arm to circle your waist before he turned his head slightly to meet your lips. When he pulls away you can’t even chastise him so you turn to walk out of the garage without another word. A chorus of thank you’s follow you out the door but you can’t return the sentiment. 

……..

By the time the pizzas arrive, the lobby is halfway cleared out so you grab a few paper plates from the break room before heading into the garage again. Although you know they won’t be able to eat much they still need something to hold them over. 

Being the only one with clean hands they take turns coming over while you hold their respective slices. After 30 minutes of this spinning rotation, they assure you that they’ll be fine until they finish. You take all the food leave it in the break room and fill up the coffee machine one more time before sitting back down. 

Steadily the boys come out from the garage to converse with the customers about their remaining work or the final price. As the last person leaves you lock the front door and hot tail it to the breakroom where the guys have a plate already laid out for you. 

“Dammit, I should have gotten soda.” The realization hits you now that there are three large pizzas without a drink in sight. 

“We got beer in the fridge sweets don’t worry about it.” Will’s statement causes laughter to bubble out of Frankie’s mouth. 

“She hates beer.” Frankie takes the beer you were offered. 

“Why?” Based on Benny’s face he couldn't fathom why you wouldn’t. 

“Maybe it has to do with the fact that it tastes like carbonated cat piss.” Since you were given the platform you would rave about how much you didn’t like beer. The room roared with laughter from all the guys at your barely-contained hatred for their favorite drink. 

“This can’t be coming from the same lady who said Pete Davidson was hot.” Benny’s quip takes you by surprise.

“I told you that in confidence.” You whisper-yell at him in faux anger. 

“Respectfully, you should’ve taken that to the grave.” Will comes out of nowhere to share his opinion and you can’t help the laughter tumbling out of you. 

The night carries on with all of you tearing down each box of pizza until there’s nothing left. All the beer in the fridge lays on the table opened and empty. None of you had bothered to check the time or you would have realized it was nearing one o'clock in the morning. All that mattered was that none of you could catch your breath because someone else would chime in with a joke. 

@harriedandharassed, @emilianamason

#triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie morales smut #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x you

[honeybleed]

thorns ⋆ caesar zeppeli

content & warnings: female reader, canon compliant however things from original source material are switched around for the sake of this oneshot, joseph is a childhood friend, fluff, one shot maybe two parts.

author’s note: this is going to be my first piece of work published on tumblr so apologies if its a little clunky! i was also going to say i didn’t mean to make caesar and joseph’s relationship so one dimensional HOWEVER if we’re being real they did go at it when they met but if i make a second part to this one shot i’ll try expand it a little more.

word count: 4.5k

part two

You are sandwiched between two men with herculean, hulking builds. And under any circumstances, you'd probably be blushing and enjoying this.

However, this is the obnoxious Joseph Joestar and arrogant Caesar Zeppeli who are bickering like two toddlers, which is driving you up the wall.

Also because it’s night time. And the two have been at each other's throats since the moment they first met in the afternoon.

Speedwagon had given up on trying to be a mediator. He was beyond exhausted since they weren't letting up whatsoever.

"If you two are going to argue the entire car ride, why can't I sit at the front with my father?!" You asked, haughtily which caused the two to stop.

"Because I won't let you sit next to that undignified ape!" Caesar snapped.

"Okay, well I won't let you sit beside that greasy womaniser! His pick-up lines are nausea-inducing." Joseph shot back.

Your brows furrowed. The two of them blatantly ignored what you said just to argue some more.

"Are you guys even listening? I asked why can't I sit next to my dad?"

"Please Y/N, if we left them in the back they'd rip each other's heads off. please act like a buffer, look we're two minutes away from the hotel..!" Speedwagon pleaded.

You let out a sigh.

You had no idea why Speedwagon had been dragging you around of all things, especially since he had told you how excited he was to see the grandsons of his beloved comrades meet.

But things went sour pretty quickly, what with them butting heads and insulting each other straight off the bat.

He was your adoptive father and ever since he'd been rescued by Joseph, things were hectic, to say the least.

You'd been entrusted into Erina’s care with her bodyguards so you were pretty much following Joseph around, much to your dismay.

The car finally parked and you hurled yourself towards the door, causing Caesar and Joseph to stare in shock.

"Was it THAT bad?" Caesar questioned, eyes wide.

"She’s just being a drama queen." Joseph scoffed.

"Mark my words the two of you, I will NEVER travel with either of you again!" You huffed.

"Well, I think that's a bit of an exaggeration-" Speedwagon chimed in.

"Were you not here for that entire journey? They’re so...UGH!" You groaned as you clenched your fists in frustration and marched off into the hotel.

"...Women." Joseph stated as Speedwagon glared at the two, still sat in the backseat of the car.

Speedwagon followed after you, he made sure you were going to eat some sort of dinner before you marched off.

And under usual circumstances you would've declined however, he'd almost lost his life and been abducted.

To decline, who knows what would've happened next time? You didn’t want that on your conscience.

There was a knock at your hotel door, and your eyes fixated to the clock which read 11:15pm. You immediately scowled. Because you were so exhausted.

You wondered if it was Joseph, he never seemed phased at long journeys via airplanes. He loved planes.

You opened the door only for it to reveal none other than the familiar blonde who towered over you.

"Y/N...I know that it is improper of me to visit you at this time, but I am mortified at my behaviour earlier. I wanted to apologize."

Caesar was complicated in your eyes.

Like Joseph says, you find his womanising ways unpleasant. How he could be whisper sweet nothings into a lady's ear and make her fall head over heels but move onto another.

That made any type of polite gestures from him seem beyond disingenuous. But as you gazed at him, looking directly into his sea green orbs trying to read his behaviour, it seemed honest.

It’s not as if he had any reason to lie. And he was getting flustered in the argument with Joseph because if anything, he was coming across as childish and petty.

"Apology accepted. But you didn't upset or hurt me if that's what you think. The both of you just looked like some jackasses." You said with an airy chuckle causing him to look down at his feet and snort.

"Yeah, looking back I did look like a jackass." He said, shaking his head. "And with that, I must bid you farewell. Sweet dreams, Y/N."

"Good night, Caesar." You murmured as you held the door then shut it gently.

The next morning, you sat at the dining table with Speedwagon, Caesar across from you. The two men spoke here and there but it was nothing interesting but small talk.

You remained quiet, sipping a cappuccino from the fine china cup. Speedwagon attempted to include you in the conversation but gave up after one too many dry responses.

Again, you felt bad but what could you do?

Anxiety was wreaking havoc in your nervous system. You felt if you let yourself relax chaos would burst in any minute and drag your beloved father away from you.

"Old man! Why didn't any of you wake me up for breakfast?!" A familiar voice called out from the entrance, causing all the patrons to turn to face him.

Caesar immediately wrinkled his face in disgust whilst Speedwagon shook his head.

The brawny brunette strode towards your table and sat opposite Speedwagon.

"Don’t tell me you all finished the good stuff?!" He exclaimed as his eyes settled on the breakfast focaccia Caesar had dug into and the pastries on Speedwagon’s plate.

"Jojo, there's more than enough to go around." Speedwagon said with an exasperated sigh. "Politely ask the waiter."

Joseph let out a grunt as he noticed his antics didn't seem to be gauging any reaction out of you all. But as soon as your eyes locked with his, you could see the familiar fiendish, trouble-making grin form on his lips.

He fished out an accessory of some sort from his pocket, brandishing a pearl bracelet of yours.

"Ooh!" You squeaked. "Thank you Jojo-"

"I was going to do the chivalrous thing I suppose...and give it to you since you dropped it in the car. but when I went to your suite, I saw none other than that filthy, womanising bilge-rat at your door!"

"What did you just call me, you-"

"Jojo! What the hell are you insinuating?!" You said through gritted teeth.

"My eyes don't lie to me! Uncle Speedwagon, this man is trying to have his way with your daughter and I refuse to let that happen!" Joseph said, folding his arms.

"Is he being serious...?" Caesar said his jaw clenching, his voice was dangerously quiet which sent a chill down your spine.

"Father, it was nothing like that. He-" You began.

The three of you paused when you heard a fist bang on the table, causing the cutlery and plates to clatter.

"Jojo!" Speedwagon barked. "I can tolerate you and Caesar butting heads, but you will not involve my daughter and make serious allegations. do you understand me?"

The three of you were eerily silent.

Speedwagon’s tone was terrifying. You had heard back in his days, he was a street thug in one of the roughest areas of the East End of London. When adopting you at age eight, it was something Joseph blabbed which left you disbelieving.

You asked Speedwagon and he let out a sigh. The last thing he wanted was for you of all people to even know about his life of crime but he let out a laugh and tentatively told you the story he would maybe tell you when you were older.

Hs hadn’t kept that promise.

"... I'm sorry, Uncle Speedwagon." Joseph said, a little lowly.

"Dad... Caesar came to apologise to me for yesterday's car ride. Nothing more."

"I know Y/N, Caesar came to me and told me beforehand." Speedwagon sighed, getting up out of his seat. "I need to check in with the progress of the Foundation, so I'll be back pretty late. Joseph, Caesar is supposed to bring you to meet his mentor but they are occupied as of today so please, just behave yourselves.”

“Alright, Uncle Speedwagon." Joseph nodded.

As Speedwagon gathered his belongings and made his way out, you immediately pummelled Joseph’s arm.

"What is your problem?!" You hissed.

"What? Since the moment I met this guy, he's been all over ladies with his pickup lines. I was simply trying to protect you."

"By throwing me under the bus?!"

Joseph simply shrugged.

Caesar let out an annoyed grunt and simply marched off somewhere else. The look in his eyes, when Joseph blasted the two of you, was something horrifying.

You prayed to never face Caesar as an enemy.

Joseph insisted on tagging along as you ventured downtown Rome. You wanted to see typical tourist sights, take in a new atmosphere and maybe try drinks or desserts from any café.

You turned him down, still irritated with his tomfoolery at breakfast.

You went to change outfits, but as you stood on the street you could see Caesar standing on the suite balcony, looking slightly forlorn.

Though you'd known him for a mere two days, it was upsetting to see him like that. Every encounter with Caesar he was suave, assured of himself.

When Joseph crashed the dining hall and threw out the allegation, there was a flurry of emotions that seemed to hit Caesar like a freight train.

First, he was completely caught off guard. Then he was furious, but the anger wasn't comedic bickering with Joseph. It was a white-hot fury that people take cover from.

It wouldn't hurt to approach and check up on him. If he wasn't up for talking, you'd be more than glad to give him space.

You made your way towards the balcony he was stood upon, his elbows on the railings.

"The view any good?" You asked, he turned to see you and is if by reflex, beamed at you.

"Gets a little boring after a while." He responded. "It’s better at night though."

"Well, looks like I’ll have to check it out for myself later on."

"Yeah, nothing quite beats Rome at night. but I suppose that's pretty big talk to a New Yorker."

You giggled.

"I’m not a die-hard patriot whatsoever, so I won't stick out my neck to defend New York. I'm sure a view from a balcony in Italy is marginally better."

"I’m sorry for-"

"God no, please don't tell me you're going to apologise for Jojo." You interrupted him.

"Well, not for him. But sorry for making a scene back there."

"Apology not accepted."

"Huh?-"

"I will accept your apology if you agree to be my tour guide for today." You grinned.

"You gave me a scare, of course, I'd show you around any time!" He perked up and he headed towards you, clasping your hands.

You could feel your stomach erupt into butterflies at the sudden touch.

His emerald eyes glimmering with towering figure causing you to peer up to face him. His smile was dazzling to the point you had to steel yourself to make sure your knees didn't buckle.

“So, is there any place you want to go in particular?” Caesar questioned as the two of you stood outside of the hotel once again.

“Um, I’m not too sure..” You responded as your teeth sank into your bottom lip. “It’ll be really boring of me to say the Colosseum, huh?”

“Oh, of course not!” He reassured you. “I mean, it is a staple of Italian history. Anybody who visits from overseas should see it at least once.”

“Caesar, has anybody told you how cute you look kissing ass?” You teased.

His eyes immediately widened at your jab.

“So being polite is kissing ass now? In that case, if there was any ass to kiss, I’m honored it’s yours.” He said with a triumphant grin.

“Show me Caesar Zeppeli’s unabridged experience of Roma, not the condensed cash cow of the travelling industry.”

Caesar raised a brow at you.

“I don’t think you’d like to see that whatsoever,” he muttered as the memories of all sorts of delinquency of his youth flashed in his mind.

“But alright, there’s probably some places you’d enjoy that regular tourists don’t see.”

Soon after, you stood in a neighbourhood that contrasted greatly with the flashy metropolis where your hotel was located.

As you looked up, you could see housewives and grandmothers hanging up wet clothes on the washing lines that were connected from opposite sides. You watched the children in rather ragged clothing running about the cobblestones and chasing after a rogue hula hoop.

Outside a café that seemed to keep its aged exterior but retained old-school charm, a group of elderly men sat at the tables having a heated discussion in their native tongue.

However, they paused their debate once they spotted Caesar approaching with you by his side. They began to clamour around him with greetings.

Soon enough, a middle-aged plump lady with rosy cheeks wearing a floral print dress, hairnet and apron came out of the café and began to tell off Caesar causing him to protest.

Her eyes settled on you and her lips curved into a wide smile, she then ushered the two of you into the café. She exchanged a few more words with Caesar as the two of you settled into the booth and then made her way to the back of the café.

"What did she say?" You questioned, eyes boring into his with curiosity.

“Just a chewing out like she always does whenever she sees me for never dropping by.” He snickered. “She said you’re gorgeous though and hopes we’re an item.”

“…Oh.”

“I told her we’re not and she thinks I’m still some player. She also said anything’s on the house.”

“What? No. I’ll pay, seriously.”

There was no way you were going to rock up to some small café and freeload. Speedwagon had taught you better than that.

“Why not?” Caesar asked.

“She looks like she works really hard. And this seems to be an authentic place, not frozen foods at a big chain.” You shrugged. Caesar seemed to be listening to your explanation intently.

“I’ll pay.” He interjected.

“Caesar-” You tutted.

“What kind of man lets a woman take out her purse? I’m not some sort of vagrant. I’ll pay. Now…is there anything in particular that you want?” He asked as he pointed at the board with a menu.

“I remember Jojo telling me about pizza and ice cream but I thought I would sound a little undignified.” You giggled.

His eyebrows pinched together in irritation at the mention of Joseph.

“It’s not undignified, I mean those two are considered to be one of the many cultural foods so…take your pick.”

“By the way…you are right, she is a hard worker.” Caesar stated.

“How do you know her, if you don’t mind me asking?” You enquired.

“Her name is Maria. I was on my own for the majority of my childhood and teen years, in and out of orphanages and I hated those places so I always ran away. She fed any of the poor kids she saw loitering around. Not even leftovers, real food. She lost her own kid so..” He explained.

“Wow, she really has a heart of gold.” You said in awe.

“Yeah well, that don’t mean she’s a pushover or anything. As soon as we turned a certain age she’d chase us off with a broom and tell us we’d only get food if we had a decent job.” Caesar said with a hearty laugh.

You both chose pasta for the main course, you had cacio e pepe and Caesar settling for a dish of arrabiata pasta.

You began to tuck in but he occasionally kept trying to prompt you into conversation.

“Is…there something the matter?” He asked after a moment after a few vague responses from you.

“What? No, why would you think that?”

“You were like this at breakfast.” He responded, eyeing you with concern laced in his words.

You pursed your lips to the side. The last thing you wanted was to worry Caesar at this very moment. But you figured he deserved honesty since he had gone through the trouble of following your request.

“Things have felt so weird since my father was kidnapped. I always knew he wasn’t a regular guy…or granny Erina or Jojo. But I feel more on edge.”

He simply watched you and gave you a small nod.

“It’s understandable. I think Jojo and I’s fates are always set to be…outlandish. So being entangled in it would of course be anxiety-inducing.”

“But please understand this, y/n. Whether it's me or Jojo, we will never let you get hurt or put you at risk. I will make it my priority to ensure no harm comes your way.” He assured. Voice serious and unwavering.

You blinked at his statement. It seemed ridiculous. Yes, your adoptive father was comrades with his grandfather and Joseph’s grandfather. but Caesar had only known you for not even a week.

“…Why?” You questioned, voice barely an octave. “Why would you put yourself at risk for me, we don’t even know each other.”

He chuckled to himself as he shook his head.

“I can’t answer that. I don’t know myself for certain but I feel like I need to.” He responded with a smile.

“Maybe I’ll beat you to it first.” You teased.

“Oh god no. The damage to my ego would be irreparable.” He laughed.

You didn’t want to poke around the subject anymore. Even though he hadn’t given you a solid answer, it somehow made sense. Sometimes obligations aren’t created in logical thinking or written down. They feel more like reflexes.

It opened another door in your discovery of Caesar Zeppeli. He didn’t take time to think about things, he just did them. Whether it paid off or not, that was an entirely different matter.

“I was in and out of orphanages too.” You said, a little out of the blue. His eyes widened. “I don’t think I had guts like you to escape but yeah, it was awful.”

“When did you get adopted?”

“Like eight or nine? I remember always seeing kids get adopted and seething in jealousy. I think Speedwagon was going to adopt this boy but there was this incident. When we had to queue up for lunch the same boy cut my finger with scissors and everybody was gathering around me including the bossy nuns. He saw me snivelling in the seats outside the first aid room and asked me what happened. The rest was history and I was spoiled rotten.”

“Wow. If that boy got adopted, maybe you would’ve gotten the guts to escape.” Caesar chuckled.

“I guess so. Maybe there’s an alternate dimension where that’d happen.”

Next was desserts.

“I’m not really a gelato guy but I don’t want to offend Maria.” He snickered.

It was unconventional for a conversation for your first meet up but Caesar began to retell his own stories about being a street kid. All the things he’d seen. Nothing disturbing or depressing, more on the comedic side.

But it still made your heart hurt. He had been on his own for so many years and had had to fend for himself.

“You have something on the side of your mouth.” He voice said, dragging you out from your thoughts.

“Oh no.” You haphazardly began rubbing at the side of your face in hopes it would clear off.

“No…wrong side. May I?” He asked, hand reaching across the table.

You were slightly stunned but agreed nevertheless, something stirring up in your gut when you felt the pad of his thumb drag against your skin, dangerously close to your lips.

Mentally kicking yourself because you knew Caesar was most likely trying to fluster you.

“You’re adorable.” He teased.

“Caesar, you did that on purpose..!” You protested, faux offended.

“Am I that predictable?” He laughed.

“Yep. Oldest trick in the book.”

You dipped your forefinger into the sundae glass and smeared the remnants of the hazelnut gelato on his nose.

“Hey!”

“Looks like you have something on your nose, may I?” You said, echoing his words in an attempt to mock him.

“No need.” He sulked, reaching out for the napkin on the table to clean it up.

Maria had said something along the lines of leaving so soon in which Caesar responded that they’d been there for hours, causing her to whack him with a kitchen cloth.

You thanked her as respectfully as you could, bowing your head and saying how delicious the food was which caused her to take your hands into hers and stroke your knuckles.

Caesar stood by you, leaning with his hand on the top rail of the chair.

He asked you to wait for him outside while he talked to Maria and you obliged in making your way out.

“She could be the one.” Maria said to Caesar.

“For what?”

“Your dream silly boy! Family.”

“Maria!” Caesar exclaimed, eyes widened with shock at the suggestion. “I met her just a few days ago!”

“Nonsense. I have never seen you open up to anybody in your life. When you talk to women you just tell them what they want to hear.”

“So you were eavesdropping?!” He hissed.

“Now, now. The walls have ears. That’s besides the point. Think about it at least, yes?”

He let out a sigh as he lowered his head and pinched his nose bridge.

“…Maybe.”

As you stood a few feet away from the café, your eyes had settled on a tandem bike.

“Spot something you like?” A voice came out and you turned to see Caesar.

“Just thinking about the last time I rode a tandem bike.” You replied. “Me and my dad went on it a few times before his legs started to give out.”

“You wanna go for a ride? I can ask the owner.”

“Really? That’d be great!” You gushed.

Caesar gazed at you for a moment. Seeing you so excited, he figured he would do anything to keep the smile on your face.

He headed over to the table outside the café and got permission from one of the old men, who agreed once seeing you and just asked for it to be back after a while with the bike in the same condition. And with that, the two of you were off.

Caesar felt ridiculous. What with his olympian physique perched on the backseat. But any feelings of humiliation seemed to fade away when sounds of your laughter which sounded melodic to him made it to his ear way.

You hadn’t experienced pure, unbridled joy like this in weeks. The wind through your hair, curving down the roadsides, it was the closest thing to just being free and it was amazing.

“Y/N, please don’t hurt yourself!” Caesar cautioned when he took notice at the speed you were going at increasing.

“Okay, okay, I got you! Don’t want to bust my ass or scrape my knees!” You called out over the winds. You immediately halted the brakes of the bicycle which caused such an upstart that you could feel the bike going upright.

“Oh-!” You squealed.

As you braced yourself for the crash, you could hear crackling of electricity of some sort and the bike began to run smoothly.

“…Caesar? Was that you?” You asked as you set your foot on the concrete and got off the bike.

“Well, more like Hamon. But yeah, it was me.” He snorted. “I meant it back there when I said I’d never let you get hurt. But you drive like a madman.” He chuckled.

Your heart was racing from the adrenaline.

“And I don’t regret it one bit.” You said with a grin.

“I see that. But we better give back the bike to the poor geezer you snatched it from and get back to the hotel.” Caesar said, firmly as he put an arm around you.

“I’m surprised with the extreme sports i’m not spewing my guts out everywhere.” You muttered, pulled close into Caesar’s side.

“Do not even bring that into fruition.” Caesar responded, exasperated.

"I had a lovely time with you, Caesar." You began. "Thank you for showing me around. I’ll miss you and Jojo when you go off to training."

It was a familiar scene. Two of you on the kerb of the hotel like you were noontime.

"Don't remind me, I hate knowing I’m going to spend the next few weeks with him and not you." He responded, taking your hand in his own.

"Tsk. You flatterer." You shot back, ears beginning to heat up nevertheless. “When are you and Jojo gonna kiss and make up huh? He can be annoying but he means well. Really.”

Caesar’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Kiss…Jojo…?”

“It’s just a saying, you goofball!” You cackled.

“Oh. well, I don’t see myself making nice with that idiot any time soon. but if you want us to be friends, i’ll try.”

“You’ll try? A man after my own heart.” You snickered.

“Am I succeeding in that endeavour?” He asked as he reigned you in close, so much so your bodies were flush against each others.

“…Caesar!” was the only thing you could squeak out, with how flustered you were.

“Aha! So I was right!” A familiar voice called out. You slowly turned your head to see Joseph stood with his hands on his hips.

“Jojo-”

“I’ve got this.” Caesar said, letting you go.

“On the contrary, Jojo.” Caesar began as he swaggered up to him, a mischievous grin upon his face. “Y/N here was just telling me on how to get off on the right foot since its been nothing less short of disaster since we’ve met.”

Joseph’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Caesar’s sudden change in demeanour.

“Well…what did she say?”

Caesar pouted his lips.

“We should kiss and make up.”

Joseph’s cheeks suddenly began to burn scarlet.

“WHAT?! Why would you say that, Y/N?! I thought you were my friend!” He yelled out in true Joseph Joestar overdramatic fashion, running around then falling to his knees, crying out the sky causing you and Caesar to burst into hysterics.

“Oh come on Jojo, I know you want to.” You responded.

“You’re killing me with that reaction Jojo, I think I’m a catch.” Caesar stated.

“NEVER!” Joseph retorted.

“The more you fight back…” You sang.

“The two of you are insufferable!” Joseph grunted as he marched off, whilst you and Caesar doubled over in laughter.

“Love you, Jojo!” You called out.

“I’m excited for our bonding time!” Caesar yelled.

With Joseph gone, your eyes settled on Caesar once more. You felt your heart strings tug again. you couldn’t be impulsive and blurt everything out. It was best to retain some sort of levelheadedness.

“…Come back to me in one piece.” You said firmly, as you smoothed the fabric of his top.

“Have some faith in me.” He chuckled softly as he reached out a hand to tenderly cup the side of your face.

Your breath hitched at the sudden physical touch.

“I do. I mean it.” You replied as you reached out to put your hand over his. cherishing his touch. You said goodbye, repressing the urge to do anything hasty and he waved you off.

“She could be the one.” He repeated to himself. aloud.

#⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x female reader #caesar anthonio zeppeli x reader #caesar zeppeli x reader #jjba fanfic

[aroguexenolith]

Hiked at Caesar’s Head State Park in South Carolina over the weekend. Saw some bugs!

There was no cell reception so I had to run these pictures through the Seek app later, and it could only identify the first two—Leiobunum ventricosum (a kind of harvestman) and the Orange-patched Smoky Moth.

The third picture is some kind of ladybug larva, and of course the last one is a kind of bumblebee. Just no exact species was identified.

#apparently people don’t take pictures of spiders much #we saw lots of birds and plants #survived the hike despite not being in shape at all #it was a good time

[sheltierv]

January 28th, Casa Grande

Played our first pickelball round robin in a week. Windy but nice and we played decently.

Went over to friends for Caesar salad dinner before heading over to the Hall a d Oates concert which was very good.

This week we start getting the rig ready for travel as we are in Catalina state park later this week. A short trip to exercise the motorhome (and have some fun).

#pc24

[jeanhm]

15th Jan Hoover Dam and Las Vegas

Today we said a sad goodbye to Wrigley Ranch but its such a lovely place I'd like to come back. We set off early again following Route 66 to Kingman passing a lovely Grand Canyon sign at Williams and then turned off the road heading north towards Las Vegas. The route wasn't that exciting though we did stop at the view point for Lake Mead which is where much of Las Vegas's water supply comes from.

At 12 noon we crossed the state line into Nevada and immediately gained an hour just as we arrived at the Hoover Dam. This is an amazing construction when viewed from both sides, the dam itself and the lake behind. Having driven across the Dam, which itself was a surprise we found ourselves back in Arizona so the clocks had changed again! we parked on one of the higher carparks and set off to walk back across the dam (with the inevitable time change again) to the visitor centre for both the public facilities and a coffee. The area was quite busy but again we were lucky that it was all free today being Martin Luther King Jr Day which is a bank holiday.

We had our coffee, bought the fridge magnet and walked back to the car and then drove back across the Dam and continued our journey onwards to Las Vegas.

As we started to approach the city you could see the band of smog above it which was very unappealing but thankfully it wasn't too evident in the city itself. We found our way to Caesar's Palace relatively easily for all the traffic and having got our room set out to explore the Palace and then get something to eat. Then it was off out to see the sights and we walked for miles down the LV Strip.

Caesars Palace is next to the Bellagio and we luckily were passing there when the fountains did their display of dancing to "All Night Long" Lionel Ritchie, which was fun, then it was down towards our evening venue at Tropicana taking in New York, New York and its amazing roller coaster and Excalibur and Luxor.

Our evening entertainment was a Michael Jackson tribute (Santana Jackson!) who had won some US talent show and boy was he good. we were right at the front in a booth which we shared with another couple and the show was amazing, his voice was so MJ and the set and dancers and musicians behind this talented act made the evening brilliant. We had a great time singing along.

Then it was a trip across the bridge to the MGM venue which, towards the back has the monorail which we took back to the hotel as it saved another 2 mile walk! All in all an excellent day action packed again!

[the-villainsandheroes]

First hike of 2024, completed January 1st at Caesar’s Head State Park

#my New Year’s resolution was to hike more #as it’s something that I really enjoy and relieves stress #we’ll see how it goes #hiking #state parks #hike one is done #2024 hike tracker #my post #my pictures

[thepercy6andtheradicalsabbatical]

San Sebastián to Madrid -

We weren’t allowed to make advance reservations on eurrail passes in Spain before arriving as Spain only allows you to make your reservations in person at a station, so Matt ran to the train station on his morning run to try and sort out a plan to make it to Madrid today. Thankfully he can at least sort of communicate in Spanish so he was hoping to not have his same experience he’d had in Hendaye the day before. He did accidentally end up in a bus station at first but after that it was fairly smooth sailing at the train station until it came time to pay. Matt did the usual super slick credit card tap that seems to work great all over so far but the machine gave an error. After a few tries the lady asked if he had cash (and he learned from context clues that “effectivo” meant cash). Unfortunately he had not planned on this so only brought a credit card on the run, so he had to run home, grab his wallet and return with cash. Due to limited seats we were booked in separate seats across 4 coaches, but were able to sit together thanks to an empty train at first then kind strangers trading seats with us as it filled up mid journey. Despite going 160 km/hr at some times it felt like a much slower train than the TGVs due to frequent stops and it took us about 7.5 hours to make it from San Sebastian to Madrid. We passed the time by exploring the train, doing homework, writing this blog and playing cards (including an epically long game of war which included the 4 wars in a row pictured above!) On arrival in Madrid we were very excited to meet Nali Man at the train station, he had flown in earlier in the day from the states and plans to spend most of our spain adventures with us. The kids were talking nonstop as Nali Man led us to our airbnb via a plaza named for cervantes which contained not only a very cool state of cervantes, don quixote and sancho panza, but also people in giant inflatable panda suits and a very cool kids playground with some epic slides and swings. The kids were chattering excitedly all the way to the airbnb telling nail man about the trip so far and then were super fired up to discover the kids room at our rental contained a secret “cave” with an extra bed they could use (see video tour). We then headed back out to the same plaza for some park time and then headed to a restaurant called lamucca for perhaps our fanciest meal of the trip so far. The parents were a little nervous about taking the kids in a fancier place, but the host at the front “Marco” settled all of our worries almost immediately and greeted the children like stars, shaking each of their hands and twirling them all. It was around 8:30pm (very early by Madrid standards), so the place was pretty empty, he said he could get is in now without a reservation but that he would need the table back by 10:30pm for a reservation, which made us chuckle (turns out the place stays open until 2:30AM for dinner). The kids had pizzas and we had several tasty plates to share including a fancy caesar salad, patatas bravas, salmon tartare, asparagus, and fancy quesadillas. Matt then made us walk a but more for churros and chocolate at the “most authentic” place per lonely planet: Chocolateria San Gines. It’s open 24 hours and the guidebook recommended getting there just before dawn after clubbing. We opted to do just after sunset at 9:45ish instead and it was still tasty then. We then headed home and called it a night after asking the kids to be quiet as the stomped up the 4 floors of wooden stairs back to our rental apartment.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Head lice lay eggs to match your hair colour.

There is one divorce in the US every 36 seconds.

Omnicompetent means 'able to deal with anything'.

Will Ferrell turned down $29 million to do an ‘Elf’ sequel.

Women burn more calories during sex if they reach orgasm.

Giving birth is more lethal than skydiving in the United States.

On average people will wait six minutes in a queue before giving up.

There are more bacteria in your armpit than there are people in the world.

Making a list of what you're thankful for can actually decrease stress levels.

Almost half of American adults think dinosaurs and humans co-existed.

The word ‘rooster’ was coined so Americans didn't have to use the word ‘cock’.

A 2019 study found that some men's beards contained more bacteria than dog fur.

The Guinness World Record for "longest kiss" is 58 hours, 35 minutes and 58 seconds.

The McDonald's filet-o-fish was invented for Catholics who couldn't eat meat on Fridays.

To your brain, love is essentially an addiction, and breakups cause it to go through withdrawal.

A lack of education can be as deadly as smoking, according to research from New York University.

If you search for ‘Bletchley Park’ in Google, it will first scramble the letters and then proceed to decode it.

Because using zero in medieval Italy was illegal (it was thought to be satanic), accountants had to use it secretly.

Dungeons and Dragons originally included Hobbits as characters, until the holder of Tolkien's estate sued the game maker.

In 2018, the world's most expensive bottle of vodka (worth $1.3 million) was stolen and found empty on a construction site.

Speeding fines in Finland reflect the drivers earnings. In 2002, a Nokia executive doing 75kph in a 50kph zone was fined €116,000.

In ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’, Dakota Johnson's pubic hair was added using CGI for modesty and to comply with the film's rating requirements.

In 1876, Sigmund Freud travelled to Trieste in Italy where he dissected 400 eels to identify where their genitals are located. He did not find them.

In the movie ‘Titanic’, Jack tells Rose about a time he went ice fishing on Lake Wissota in Wisconsin Lake Wissota wasn't formed until 1917, five years after Titanic sank.

In 2015, a Chinese billionaire bought a $170 million painting by Amedeo Modigliani with his American Express credit card so he could use the points for free airfare.

Dolly Parton recorded a secret song, which she locked in a box at Dollywood's DreamMore Resort. The box also contains a CD player and won't be opened until 2045.

In his original draft of the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson included a passage condemning the practice of slavery, though it was ultimately removed.

In 2021, after a 10-year-old girl asked Amazon's Alexa for a 'challenge to do,' the speaker replied, "Plug in a phone charger about halfway into a wall outlet, then touch a penny to the exposed prongs."

Warner Bros. initially produced ‘Home Alone’ but, when the budget grew from $14 to $17 million, they were no longer interested, and 20th Century Fox took it over. The movie went on to gross $476.7 million.

In 1992, Mattel released a Barbie doll with a voice box that could speak up to four random phrases from a list of 270. However, groups such as the American Association of University Women found the phrase "Math class is tough!" offensive.

In 2014, a woman named Ruja Ignatova launched a fake cryptocurrency named OneCoin. Despite the currency never existing, Ruja convinced people all over the world to invest. In 2017, after raking in $4 billion profit, she boarded a plane to Greece and hasn't been seen since.

Mike Ilitch, the founder of Little Caesar's pizza chain, quietly paid for Rosa Parks' rent after learning she had been robbed and assaulted in her home at the age of 81 in 1994. He helped her move to a safer neighbourhood and continued to pay her rent until she died in 2005.

Olivia Newton-John’s maternal grandfather was the physicist Max Born, who won the 1954 Nobel Prize for his research in quantum mechanics. Her father was the MI5 officer Brinley Newton-John, who helped break the Enigma codes. Her third cousin is Ben Elton.

A bottle of water can be £1.00 in the supermarket, £2.00 at the gym, £3.00 at the cinema and £4.00 on a plane. The only thing that’s changed is the value of the place. The next time you feel your worth is worth nothing, maybe you’re in the wrong place?

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #tuesdaymotivation #radio

[east-lansing-mi-near]

The Rocks Apartments in East Lansing, MI

In the real estate industry, offering living spaces for students is noteworthy. After all, many students want to have access to well-designed apartments with amazing amenities. For example, The Rocks Apartments is a game changer in the industry. Each room looks fantastic and perfect for students. Since they offer MSU apartments services that help students primarily focus on their studies, there’s nothing to worry in searching for the best living space. In addition, the said place is also accessible. It’s situated near restaurants. They have Applebee's Grill Bar, Golden Harvest Restaurant, Little Caesars Pizza, P.F. Chang's Subway, and Spartan Hall of Fame Cafe.

East Lansing, MI

There are many ways to study the economic development of East Lansing, MI location. One of the best ways is to discuss the major establishments in the area. The city's downtown area is centered on Grand River Avenue. It is a wide, tree-lined boulevard that evolved out of the 19th-century plank road that connected Lansing to Detroit. In addition, the Grand River Avenue and Michigan Avenue serve as a dividing line between the Michigan State University campus and the rest of the city. Besides, the street is lined with an eclectic mix of restaurants, retail shops, book stores and more. Many tourists will love the place even more.

Eli and Edythe Broad Art Museum in East Lansing, MI

The popularity of Eli and Edythe Broad Art Museum in East Lansing, MI is notable. Interestingly, it is a popular public urban park in East Lansing, MI. Many urban parks attract curious tourists, too. Besides, it is a contemporary art museum at Michigan State University in East Lansing, Michigan. It opened on November 10, 2012. According to an economic study published by the Anderson Economic Group, the museum was projected to generate approximately $5.75 million per year in new spending into the regional economy. Lastly, one of their guests shared a comment online that they "We love the architecture and unique shape of the building."

East Lansing to see enhanced police presence during MSU-UM game, Halloween weekend      

Are you excited for the Halloween weekend? There are many events prepared for the occasion, after all. Reportedly, even though the big rivalry game will be in Ann Arbor, the East Lansing Police Department will have additional officers working on Saturday. As reported, the officers will be working to ensure the safety of the residents and guests in East Lansing. In other words, they prioritize safety and order since many people are excited to celebrate this coming weekend. In addition, police Capt. Chad Pride took to social media and called attention to East Lansing’s city ordinance that prohibits open containers of alcohol on public property.

Link to maps

Eli and Edythe Broad Art Museum 547 E Circle Dr, East Lansing, MI 48824, United States Head west on E Circle Dr 0.4 mi Turn right onto Abbot Rd 2.5 mi Turn left Destination will be on the right 0.1 mi The Rocks Apartments 16970 Chandler Rd, East Lansing, MI 48823, United States

[csrtoday]

South Carolina Towers are Helping Protect Birds Worldwide

South Carolina Towers – Jennifer McCarthey Tyrrell heard a junco squeak and rustle in a bush as she strolled along the wooded trails at Caesar’s Head State Park in Upstate South Carolina. She also noticed an ovenbird’s hut-like nest and a palm-sized hole in a tree that she knows was made by a pileated woodpecker.   

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U.S. Daily Precipitation Records Tied/Broken 9/10/22

Gainesville, Alabama: 1.06" (previous record 0.85" 1960)

Unincorporated North Slope Borough, Alaska: 0.1" (also 0.1" 2021)

Unincorporated Yukon-Koyukuk Census Area, Alaska: 0.54" (previous record 0.35" 1940)

Tempe, Arizona: 0.39" (previous record 0.32" 1980)

Anaheim, California: 0.28" (previous record 0.22" 2021)

Bishop, California: 0.71" (previous record 0.38" 1976)

Camarillo, California: 0.13" (previous record 0.02" 2011)

Cuyamaca Rancho State Park, California: 2.78" (previous record 2" 1976)

Unincorporated San Diego County, California: 1.91" (previous record 0.27" 2002)

Santa Barbara, California: 0.18" (previous record 0.16" 1976)

Santa Catalina Island, California: 0.05" (previous record 0.01" 2003)

Santa Clarita, California: 0.08" (previous record 0.02" 1976)

Wasco, California: 0.2" (previous record 0.08" 1976)

Yosemite National Park, California: 0.7" (previous record 0.6" 1980)

Unincorporated Bartow County, Georgia: 0.27" (previous record 0.03" 1988)

Unincorporated Owyhee County, Idaho: 0.2" (previous record 0.1" 2002)

Morrisonville, Illinois: 1.17" (previous record 0.97" 1991)

Grant Township, Iowa: 0.7" (previous record 0.47" 1964)

Gonzales, Louisiana: 3.1" (previous record 2.24" 2000)

Unincorporated Lauderdale County, Mississippi: 1.71" (previous record 0.79" 2018)

Prentiss, Mississippi: 2.3" (previous record 0.76" 1944)

Lookout Mt. summit, New Mexico: 1.7" (previous record 1" 2013)

Asheville, North Carolina: 1.06" (previous record 0.9" 1965)

Greensboro, North Carolina: 1.03" (previous record 0.82" 1940)

Howards Creek Township, North Carolina: 1.12" (previous record 0.83" 2009)

Ochoco National Forest, Oregon: 0.1" (also 0.1" 2021)

Caesars Head summit, South Carolina: 1.28" (previous record 1.2" 2009)

Greer, South Carolina: 1.79" (previous record 0.92" 2006)

Unincorporated Spartanburg County, South Carolina: 1.45" (previous record 0.38" 1997)

Unincorporated Madison County, Tennessee: 0.72" (also 0.72" 1970)

Rocky Mount, Virginia: 1.2" (previous record 0.86" 2018)

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[tripononline]

Best Things to Do In South Carolina

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Revelation by Johan Hakansson Photography Via Flickr: It has been a while since I have posted anything, due to a prolonged cold that hit me on New Year's Eve, from which I am still in recovery. This image was supposed to have been my last for 2015, but it will instead by my first for 2016. I captured this dramatic scene while camping out at Caesars Head State Park at the Foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in South Carolina early one morning back in November 2015. The weather turned out dreary, and heavy fog was moving in and out of the valley like ocean tides. When I thought the weather was giving way to some warming sunlight, new layers of heavy clouds would roll in, leaving me in disappointment once more. I used a hand towel to cover up my camera, which was getting wet from all the fog, but the towel was, obviously, only soaking up the dampness and getting more wet as time went by, leaving me wondering how much longer I could remain, for the sake of my equipment. Looking across the valley floor into the distance, I could see nothing but white...but I knew The Rock was out there, somewhere, looking back at me. When my watch timer indicated I had been at this spot for two-and-a-half hours and no sign of breakage in the clouds was evident, I began to consider packing up. And then, almost precisely on cue with my thoughts of perpetual disappointment, there was a Revelation - Mother Nature calmed, the clouds cleared, the sun so eager to shine its warmth upon the Earth, unveiled itself before me. And as its light shone upon The Rock and the final remnants of autumn colors in the valley below, the clouds illuminating with the golden-hour light, a deep sense of gratitude empowered me as I clicked the shutter... I hope you like the result? Your comments are welcomed, your Faves even more appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my story and view this photograph, and I hope it finds you well and safe. Here's to a excitement-filled and opportunistic 2016! Johan Copyright 2015 | Johan Hakansson Photography | All Rights Reserved.

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