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After about five years of The Phalanx keeping me hostage in the hatchery i finally escaped.......anyway! This is a day late but HAHAHAppy smirthday to THE smiggler! (ipostedonmyothersocialsbutforgottohere)

Here's a character sheet for Peter Parker Spider-man for my AU Spider-man in Gotham. It takes place in a universe where Peter grows up in Gotham rather than NY. Joker kills Peter's uncle Ben and in a fit of rage Peter almost returns the favor before a certain masked Vigilante stops him from crossing a line there is no coming back from, the rest they say is history. I'll do more of these, who would you like to see next.

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Imagine a zero escape but it’s being played in disneyland. Each rollercoaster is an escape room and you have to find a way out before the place runs out of food. Disneyland is pretty big and the escape rooms function as rides on their own so this could potentially be a lot of fun. Oh, and there are only nine people throughout the whole place and everyone knows how to run things. There’s no risk of death.

“@shawnmendes: Every time I’m blown away with you and your performance and love for what you do. So proud of us Camilita !! X”

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"And lastly, Sumner 2- yes that's right 2 percent. Do you know why you got 2 percent in the maths exam lad?" "er no I don't sir." "Because you managed to spell your bloody name right." "Thank you sir. Stewart's swanky Mayfair address that so impressed me has turned out to be a squat. He and Ian and Sonja have only been there a few months. The flat is actually owned by an American lady named Marcia McDonald, Muhammad Ali's publicist. She lent the flat to a friend who then refused to leave, this is George, the large lady who almost knocked me down the stairs when I first arrived. On the suggest of Miles Copeland Jr, Stewart's and Ian's father and a friend of the owner, the Copeland brothers have been brought in as ... subsquatters to make life as uncomfortable as possible for Georgina, so Marcia could regain possession of her flat.If this sounds like a ridiculously convoluted CIA plot, it's probably because it is. The RCA pressing plant in County Durham is a shrine to Elvis Presley. His picture seems to be on every wall in every corridor in the place. We are led into one of the listening rooms, and through a common glass window is another listening room with six ladies all in advanced middle age. They sit like religious devotees under their portrait of Elvis with a blank look of people in a trance. They could be listening to Puccini or Ziggy Stardust but they don't care. I feel like I've walked into some obscure suburb of hell and must force myself not to look at them. 'it's a goddamn classic, its a fuckin smash' [Miles][[Copeland]] moves to kiss me and I instinctively recoil, sinking in abashed gratified modesty. I receive copious slaps, as if I am one of his pet mastiffs. Wayne is a shy, sensitive, complex individual and I like him very much, although with songs like "If You Don't Wanna Fuck Me, Fuck Off" he clearly isn't from quite the same romantic tradition as I am when it comes to songwriting, but he is a fascinating performer. Me caterwauling at the top of my range over Henry's approximations of the chords and the indigested panic of Stewart's drumming. He is a superb drummer and quite capable of driving a small power station with his energy, but he needs to relax more. Andy has a youthful, intelligent face, framed with angelic golden locks. He is urbane, good-humored, something of a dilettante in things artistic, well dressed, and alert to any slightly that may be directed towards him intentionally or otherwise. When I get to know Andy better I will appreciate how well read he is. He has a large collection of books, with a leaning toward the esoteric, an encyclopedic knowledge of film, and is highly opinionated in all matters cultural. All of this might have made him a terrible bore but for his excellent and often absurd sense of humor. He can be the best company and having been on the road most of his life has learned the survivor's knowledge, that to maintain a modicum of sanity when everyone else is losing theirs, you need to occasionally send yourself up.He does this with the same ease and grace that he displays as a guitarist. Stewart and I will dub him the 'art monster' which he will accept as the greatest compliment. i don’t believe i need to share the unremittingly horny anecdote of Smig’s first time with Stew, i feel we’ve all already seen it. for those who haven’t, well.

11 février 1950 : instauration du SMIG ► http://bit.ly/Instauration-SMIG C'est le jour de l’entrée en vigueur du SMIG, c’est-à-dire le Salaire Minimum Interprofessionnel Garanti. Il s’agit donc, comme son nom l’indique, du salaire plancher pour employer quelqu’un