Dinah Washington: What Difference A Day Makes
Song of the Day - “What A Difference A Day Makes”
Today marks the 65th anniversary of the recording of “What A Difference A Day Makes” by the incomparable Dinah Washington - February 19th, 1959.
The song is an English adaptation of a popular Mexican song, "Cuando Yuelva a Tu Lado” by Maria Grever.
This track was recorded at Mercury Sound Studios in New York, with Belford Hendricks' orchestra, with the great Panama Francis on drums, Joe Zawinul on keyboards and Kenny Burrell on guitar..
The entire album she recorded 65 years ago today is stellar - every single cut... her "Cry Me A River" is killer... as is "We'll Take Manhattan"... there is no voice quite like Dinah’s…
But this track is the one. Dinah won a Grammy for this single, and though it would get covered by a handful of great singers, this is her song... hands down. In fact, it really is her signature song. Just custom made for her nasal-y voice..
[Mary Elaine LeBey]
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“Force is that which makes a thing of whoever submits to it. Exercised to the extreme, it makes the human being a thing quite literally, that is, a dead body. Someone was there and, the next moment, no one. [...]
The force that kills is summary and crude. How much more varied in operation, how much more stunning in effect is that other sort of force, that which does not kill, or rather does not kill just yet. It will kill for a certainty, or it will kill perhaps, or it may merely hang over the being it can kill at any instant; in all cases, it changes the human being into stone. From the power to change a human being into a thing by making him die there comes another power, in its way more momentous, that of making a still living human being into a thing. He is living, he has a soul; he is nonetheless a thing. Strange being—a thing with a soul; strange situation for the soul! Who can say how it must each moment conform itself, twist and contort itself? It was not created to inhabit a thing; when it compels itself to do so, it endures violence through and through.”
― Simone Weil, War and the Iliad
one movie turns a thing into a soul, another turns souls into things.
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what a difference a day makes:
they have an inspection coming up
ethan asking his patient’s partner to let the patient tell him what’s wrong because she keeps butting in and he’s like “i can only do one person at a time, not much of a multitasker” and rita goes “he’s a man” skskdkfk mood though
“i am. i am a man”
big mac struggling with money so he takes an army medal to the pawn shop :(
yikes that crash😬
“very neat work, dr knight. you’ll make someone a lovely wife” LMAO
patient claims to have been stabbed and cal’s doubting him and the patient’s like “been attacked yourself have ya?” SHUT UP😭
iain and dixie getting the family out of the car just before the massive load of concrete or whatever it is falls on it😮💨
“i’m just trying to maintain my reputation as perhaps the most ocd doctor here” NOO ETHAN WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT THIS ISNT YOU😭😭 although they must’ve been planning dylan’s ocd storyline already at this point surely so i bet they thought it’d be just hilarious to have ethan say this only to prove him wrong
lmaoo lofty walking into the doorframe of connie’s office, going “that didn’t happen” and walking off
rita noticed that the doctors hadn’t received training in the new iv pumps or something and she offered to organise a training session before the inspection and now connie’s trying to turn her team against rita by asking ethan and lily how they’re getting on with the new iv pumps and when they say it’s fine and that it’s normally the nurses who use them anyway she tells them that rita’s organising a session in their lunch break in case they let the side down💀
connie literally saw every single woman who had any kind of power in the department as a massive threat didn’t she
“cowardy cowardy custard” bless ethan <3
lmao ethan and rita realising their patient was lying about his symptoms to try and get out of something with his girlfriend and they tell him that because all the tests came back clear they need to do a prostate exam and refer him to urology for a urethra exam to figure out what’s wrong to get him to come clean💀
and he’s like “come on, mate. i mean you know the score don’t you?” to ethan and ethan’s like “do i?” skskdk i hate how realistic it is for a man to expect another man to understand his dickish behaviour
lmaoo ethan and lily giving rita really elaborate lunch requests for the training session saying “if you want us to attend your training in our lunch break then we want something pretty mouth watering to tempt us”
honey dropping a box really dramatically and claiming her ankle started hurting again so that ethan would come over and check it out
lily: “that shop girl has quite a hero crush on you” ethan: “her name’s not shop girl it’s honey” lily: “well, if she thinks she’s got a chance with a doctor” ethan: (sarcastic) “oh wow what is the world coming to”
honey asking lily if ethan mentioned her
“ethan is not your normal kind of boy, and if you want to watch a rare species you have to set a very different kind of trap”
honey spotting big mac stealing from the food bank donations. although it is really stealing if he’s using it like a food bank which is exactly what the donations are for?
episode title drop right at the end there
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hi aine! i love how you write spencer sooo much so i have a short request
i would looove sub/virgin spence where he’s been touch starved so he’s really sensitive and whiny but reader praises him and guides him through it
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hi rose 🌹 for one of my favorite asks ive ever gotten, i did a horrible job on this one so im so sorry ml 💔and sorry for the wait too...hope this is somewhat worth it😭enjoooyy!!
virgin. spencer reid
pairing: sub virgin!spencer reid x experienced fem!reader. 1k
summary: exactly what the req says
warnings: whining, loss of virginity, riding, creampie, nun too extravagant. yu like the picture?😏😏
"y/n...y/n!" spencer's crying, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes but he's moaning, humming his whines into your neck.
"easy, baby boy," you croon, slipping out of him and slowly lowering yourself on his cock again. spencer's pawing at you desperately, like he's never felt such a thing before.
it's because he hasn't. it’s exciting, being in a relationship with spencer; it’s exciting touching him and seeing him jump or freeze and then melt into your touch. he’s pristine, like a shiny trophy, untouched—touch starved and so unfamiliar to the idea of physical touch or intimacy.
"'s too much," he whimpers pathetically, voice halfway stuck in his throat. "can't, can't--"
"relax, spence," you murmur, pushing back the pieces of hair, damp with sweat from his face. spencer's eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed like he's in pain or he's deep thought. you're not to sure which one. your hips continue snapping into his. "look at me baby." it takes a while, but spencer slowly peels his eyes open. they're glossy and his eyelashes are wet, and you're listening out for the word from him to stop but it never comes.
"y/n--" he gasps, right as your pussy clenches tightly around him. his eyes close again. spencer's breathing heavily, little hng, hng, hng's falling out his puffy lips. the sloppy sound of skin slapping against skin and spencer's whines and your quiet moans and the smell of sex clouds the room.
"you're okay," you reassure him, voice shaky trying to soothe spencer's nerves while trying to soothe your own. spencer's big and he practically splits you in half, the tip hitting the little button inside you that makes you want to scream without any maneuvering. he's not even trying, propped up against the bedpost as you ride him, hands pliant at your hips, the little slick of your wetness every time you lift yourself from him absolutely filthy. you lift his chin and he falls forward, planting a miss-aimed kiss at your jaw.
"you feel so good," he bambles. "so warm. i love you. feels so good but so much y/n, i--" he moans, cock pulsating inside you. his thumb flicks at your perky nipples.
"'m so full of you," you say, burying your face in his hair and wrapping your arms around him, trying to get as close as possible. "fuck. make me feel so good. my best boy,"
"best boy," spencer repeats eagerly with a soft little hitch of his voice. the tears resume. "y/n i can't it hurts, stomach hurts y/n please--"
you immediately know what he meant, and fasten your pace, hands on the base of his cock to make sure he won't slip out of you. spencer slides into you easily, your pussy stretched and wet for him and his fingers dig deep into both sides of your waist. spencer's moans cease and his hips starts bucking up to you, arms wrapping around your torso and he wouldn't stop talking. "gonna, think im gonna cum, yn please dont stop it feels so good, fuck!"
"cum in me," you coo, feeling that familiar buzz at the pit of your stomach too. "you got it. cum in me spence, so good for me, such a good boy,"
spencer's sobbing as he cums, warmness blooming at your core as he unloads his cum inside you. you follow suit, pressing at the sensitive nerves bundles at your clit, thighs shaking from the weight of your orgasm. spencer's shaking too, tears shiny on his rosy cheeks and you ride the both of you off your orgasms, the sweat on your skin cooling.
spencer's cum leaks outside the puffy walls of your pussy and down your ass when you pull off of him, pressing yourself at spencer's side and curling your body towards him. his chest is rising and his lips are parted. you watch your boy carefully, how his eyelids starts drooping as his breathing mellowed out. you should've saw it coming that spencer reid is the kind of man to get sleepy after sex.
but you've known him for long enough to know that spencer's mind never stops running, not when he's sleepy, not when he's asleep, not ever. "penny for your thoughts?"
he turn to you, smile debauched and eyes like marbles. he throws the sheets over the both of you and find your hand underneath the blanket, bringing it to his lips. "'m so grateful for you yn," he whispers like he's telling a secret. you strain your ear to listen. "so grateful. luckiest man alive. i love you. love you," spencer takes a long blink, and you know he's drifting off. you smile widely, so endeared. he weaves your fingers together. "i'll make it up to you. swear. after this. i swear."
spencer never speaks in choppy sentences, never speaks unless he's got the entire sentence planned out in his head and now he's babbling on like someone whose speech he would correct. amused, you reach out, smoothing down his hair with gentle fingers. "sleep, spencer," you say affectionately. he never needs to be told twice either, apparently, because his eyes flutter shut and he's out like a light, but fingers still tightly intertwined in yours underneath your blanket.
you'll just have to wash the sheets tomorrow.
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