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Nick Barrett- Philadelphia, PA
Nowa płyta Pendragon w październiku
Nowa płyta Pendragon w październiku
Nowy album zespołu Pendragon ukaże się w październiku, a zespół zdradza jego tytuł i okładkę. „Men Who Climb Mountains”, taki tytuł nosi następca znakomitej płyty „Passion” z 2011 roku i równocześnie dziesiąte pełnowymiarowe wydawnictwo formacji.
Nick Barrett, wokalista i gitarzysta Pendragon komentuje: „Najzabawniejszą rzeczą w tworzeniu muzyki jest fakt, że bez względu ile albumów masz na swoim…
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Nick Barrett Competed for Hult Prize in Shanghai
Our Auckland resident Nick Barrett, founder of Imagistory, has returned from a busy trip to Shanghai. He was invited by AUT to be an alumnus member of the team representing New Zealand at the entrepreneurship competition, Hult Prize.
Nick Barrett, Founder of Imagistory
More Nicks in the Dojo circle!? We're going to have to start calling them Nick Bar, Nick Bai, Nick S, Nick minut.. Nevermind. Anyway, this here is Nick Barrett, our new face around the Ironbank. He has based himself in the Auckland Dojo to work on his start-up, Imagistory.
“I feel fortunate to be able to kickstart my business with the connections and support from the Dojo community,” he says.
Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car ;
Otherwise known as the adventures of the OCs belonging to Sa (saroux) and myself (brodinsons). Nick Barrett (prophet, hunter, your average rogue), and Raziel (the angel assigned to keep tabs on him). Graphic by Sa, fic by me. If y'all have questions about these two, feel free to ask.
"Why me?"
"You know why."
"No shit, Raz," Nick rolls his eyes skyward, lifting his beer for a slow drag. "I just mean why me. Why was I special? Why am I a goddamn prophet?"
It's gotten to the point where Raz doesn't even flinch when he cusses. Nick smiles a little at that, wondering if that's thanks to how much time Raziel spends down here (even though he's technically been here since before biblical times, if the lore is anything to go by), thanks to him specifically, or a combination of the two. Nick hopes it's the latter.
"You were chosen long before you, your parents, even your grandparents were alive," Raz says in reply, eyes fixed on some point close to the horizon. "Prophets are more important than you know. Especially now."
Nick snorts, tilting his head back to get the last swallow of his drink.
"Mate, you really need to quite with the Sunday School bullshit," he shakes his head, squinting down the empty road ahead before chucking the empty bottle as far as he can manage. "You know I don't buy most of it."
Raziel stays quiet for a few minutes, seemingly fascinated by the way the glass bottle shatters into a thousand shards against the concrete. Then, he opens his mouth again.
"If Michael wins, the world loses," he begins. "If Lucifer wins, the world loses. They are too power-hungry and humanity would be considered collateral damage during the actual battle. That bottle is an apt metaphor for a post-Apocalyptic Earth."
Nick blinks at him, startled by the sudden reveal of something most hunters just might consider some pretty important information. "Well that's ... bleak," he laughs drily. "What's the occasion for the info dump?"
Raziel turns and gives him the "I am tolerating your human incompetence for the singular reason that I care about your survival" look. And Nick thinks it should be a little more unsettling than it is that he actually knows exactly what that looks translates to from angel to human.
"I am not here under orders anymore, Nick," he answers shortly. "I haven't been under orders for a long time. Heaven is in the middle of mass chaos and the Archangels are quickly running out of patience."
Nick raises an eyebrow, then taps his foot against Raziel's leg to refocus his attention. "Then why're you here, Raz?"
The angel stares at him, eyes settling into that blue-green they get when he's stressed. "I am here for you because you matter."
They've had similar discussions before, but Nick can't remember getting this far before. The fact alone that he trusts an angel with his life says how far he's allowed Raziel into his life. But he's never asked if the sentiment goes both ways.
"Are you sayin' you've been going against Heaven all this time, Raz?" Nick asks gruffly, expression both startled and wary.
Raziel snorts, laughing wryly as he gives Nick a quizzical look. "I've been 'going against Heaven' since I began staying at your side, Nick. This is nothing new."
He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he tries to get his thoughts under control. "God dammit, Raz," Nick curses. "God dammit."
And that in itself is pretty useless. God isn't here anymore. He hasn't been for a long time. Nick's known that for most of his life.
The angel just watches him, that infuriatingly eternal serene expression on his face. "I don't understand your frustration, Nick. I am voluntarily disobeying wartime orders that would result in the death of over three billion innocent humans. I'm on your side."
Before Raz can start spouting off any more righteous crap, Nick grabs the angel's tie and yanks him into an aggressive kiss, the first real one they've shared. It's more teeth than lips, really, but neither of them minds.
When they pull apart, Nick lets go of Raziel's tie and focuses back on the road stretching out before the parked Mustang. "Next time, Raz," he says, shaking his head with a disbelieving smile on his lips. "Tell me when you've decided to go rogue so I don't have a heart attack when angels come after us while you're here, alright?"
Raziel chuckles, resting a hand on Nick's shoulder as he gives a brief nod of acquiescence. "Anything you wish."
I'm typing up the fic I wrote for Sa and my OCs
Nick and Raz
they're like a combination of The Vintner's Luck (except slightly less angsty) and obviously a foil of Dean/Cas (except British and more willing to touch each others' dicks)
Sa finished the graphic and I'm still staring at it two hours later
I will post both together when she's here
First montage with VX & HD footage together. This is how every montage from now will be filmed. The first line with John Tuck is edited because my ribbon cable is fuckked..So I really couldn't fix the colors or anything. Starring (In order by appearance): John Tuck, Darwin, Nate Pezzillo, Nick Barrett, John Yoh, Shane Colville, Anthony LoStracco, and Julian Heller. Filmed/Edited: Eugene Dascoli VX1MK1 - Canon SD1400
More of NICKKY
A bit more of Nick the Male Model with Ink ladies seem to like him. He is a rocker with ink .. whats not to like. HA HA. More males from Funn Foto this year.