Luca has a Shrimp allergy. He got it while at a party when he was about 13-14 and saw some shrimp. He got a headache and had trouble breathing after that.
I think, due to stress, Jax would get hives.
Jenny, unfortunately, has a pollen allergy. She gets sick as a dog.
If the Temperature is about 90-95 degrees, Maddie can't stay out for too long or else she'll overheat and look like a lobster. (This is an actual fun fact about snakes btw)
Mia has a dog allergy, which is one of the reasons why she's a cat person.
3llie and Zoe are lactose intolerant. This doesn't stop them from eating ice cream.
An “Intellectualized Rock ‘n’ Roll Artist:” Robbie Robertson Dead at 80
Robbie Robertson is dead.
The Band co-founder, guitarist and primary songwriter died Aug. 9, his management said in a statement.
“Robbie was surrounded by his family at the time of his death,” the statement said.
Robertson was 80; no cause was given.
“May Robbie Robertson rest in peace and love,” Todd Rundgren’s Spirit of Harmony Foundation said.
His death leaves Garth Hudson, 85, as the sole surviving Band member.
Robertson was an “intellectualized rock ‘n’ roll artist,” Michael Des Barres said.
“Robbie Robertson is so important in the history of rock ‘n’ roll music, bringing Americana and country music together … he will be remembered,” Des Barres said.
Given Robertson wrote “The Night They Drive Old Dixie Down,” “The Weight,” “The Shape I’m In,” “Stage Fright,” “Up on Cripple Creek” and scads of others, that is an understatement.
“Robbie Robertson’s words wove the fabric of the songs we all wear,” Joe Newberry said. “Rest in peace.”
“The loss of Robbie Robertson is heartbreaking,” Kiefer Sutherland said. “Canada has lost an icon, and music has lost a poet and a scholar.”
Robertson started - as his Band mates Hudson, Levon Helm, Rick Danko and Richard Manuel did - with Ronnie Hawkins and the Hawks. They then became Bob Dylan’s band; then simply the Band.
“One of the all-time greats,” Tinsley Ellis said of Robertson.
When the Band split, Robertson’s output slowed considerably and he made just six LPs released between 1987 and 2019. But that didn’t faze Al Di Meola’s fandom.
“I absolutely adored Robbie Robertson,” the guitarist said. “His (self-titled) solo debut … is to this day my all time favorite pop album. … Robbie, rest in peace.”
A Christmas-themed Myscene Barbie commission for a client 🎅🏼🎿☃️🏙️❄️
The original gang (Madison, Nolee and Chelsea) were all based on the original Myscene Chillin’ Out line collection (2003), except for the blonde Malibu Barbie. Since Mattel had already have Brooklyn Barbie now; and it’s worked out much better as all of the dolls were named after notable places in the Big Apple City. 🍎🏙️❄️
[Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd Masterlist] [Love & Scotch]
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd (F!MC)
Others: Alex Spencer (almost Hunt) (Hollywood U), Bryce Lahela
Book: Open Heart
Rating: General, PictaEdit, silly fluff
Word Count: ~350
Prompt: @choicesjuly2022challenge: Social Media ; @choicesficwriterscreations "I've seen that smile before."
Synopsis: Ellie makes an unexpected discovery about Ethan's past.
"What's this?"
"What's what?"
Ellie fished in the back of his closet, pulling out a black and white collared shirt that caught her eye. "Uh, this."
His eyes widened, jaw-dropping at the discovery.
"Do you bowl? Were you—were you in a bowling league?"
His face fell in his hand, shaking his head to the sides. "I forgot I still had that."
"I can't even picture it. Ethan Ramsey in a bowling league!"
"It was med school," he offered reluctantly. "A way to relieve stress."
"I don't think I've been bowling since I was like ten at a birthday party." Ellie marveled, staring at the shirt, a wide smile growing across her face. "Med Zeppelin?" She chuckled as she read the team name drawn across the back of the shirt. "I didn't peg you for a Ledhead."
He sighed grudgingly, "Needless to say, I didn't name the team."
"Oh, yeah. How about this? King Pin?" She arched a brow at him, reading the nickname embroidered on the chest. "Really?"
"It was that or Mr. 300, which I must admit was preferable until you score less than 300 and never hear the end of it," he lamented.
"Really? You bowled a 300! This I've got to see!"
"It was a long time ago." The corner of his mouth turned up at the memory.
"Doesn't have to be!" She jumped up and held the shirt up to his chest.
"Ellie."
"Yes?" A mischievous glint glittered in her eyes as she found the shirt would still fit.
“I’ve seen that smile before—"
"And?" She fluttered her eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.
His gaze narrowed at her. "It means...trouble."
"No trouble. Just a new way to stay cool and enjoy our day together." She leaned forward on the balls of her feet and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She patted his chest. "We leave in 10 minutes, and yes, you must wear the shirt. I need to see you in your full glory... my sexy King Pin!" With a wink she skipped out of the room, getting ready herself.
If you made it this far, thank you for reading. I was thinking about ways to stay cool and have fun during our heatwave and I had this random idea about going bowling. Then, decided it would be a fun fic for someone and I chose Ethan and Ellie. When I went to make a cover image for the story, I found these perfect pictures and videos of Gandy that fit.
Alex Spencer (Thomas Hunt's fiancee in my Hollywood U au) is friends with Ethan and Ellie as established in my Love & Scotch series which I promise to finish one day.
I also headcanon that Ethan in my AU only has 3 followers on Pictagram: Ellie, Alex, and Thomas Hunt. He denies everyone else.
"The second batch of the super soldiers. We upgraded our security to try to keep them in the lab. However, like the first batch, they somehow escaped."
George Crumb - Apparition: Elegiac Songs and Vocalises
Performed by Ellie Jarrett and Dr. Andrew Hudson
If tumblr only links the first song, the full playlist is here.
Apparently today is the anniversary of Whitman’s birth. I don’t know much Whitman, but his elegy for Lincoln, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, is one of my favourite poems.
I recently became aware of this song cycle by Crumb “based on texts from” Lilacs, and decided to use the anniversary to listen to it for the first time. As that designation suggests, it is by no means a setting of the (long) poem. Instead, it concentrates on the poem’s evocation of the apparition of Death and the poet’s Carol of Death. The work is atmospheric and intriguing, and I now want to track down a score to become more familiar.