#party crashing

[thebibliomancer]

[boeshaneposterboy]

@chevalier-de-seingalt

Italy was beautiful this time of year. And this time of history. Jack didn't often travel just for fun, but he didn't want to be in Cardiff right now. At any point in history. So he had come here. Not to far away to be in contact, far enough to get away from Wales. This was a period of decadence, and nowhere was that more evident than Venice.

Jack hadn't actually be invited to this party, but he could charm his way into just about anywhere. He had ditched the wool coat and 1940s dress in favor of something more era appropriate. His Italian wasn't great, but he managed to blend in, passing himself off as a well to do American.

The musician had definitely caught his eye. There was something oddly familiar about him. Not someone Jack knew, but someone he knew of. He just couldn't place who. So when he stepped away from his performance, Jack went over and introduced himself in broken Italian. "Hello! Captain Jack Harkness. Pardon my Italian, it isn't my mother tongue. And who might you be?"

[kissmyspaceace]

I AM LOSING MY SHIT THIS IS THE BEST PARTY CRASHING EVER

[ao3feeddestiel]

Party Crashing

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nzYEvtS by nerdibi Dean. Dean!” Dean’s heart pounded in his chest. “Dean! Get up!” Dean tore his eyes away from the blood on the ground to look up at his father. John’s eyes were a kind of wild made worse only by the red shining down his front. “Where’s Sammy?!”  Dean looked back at the blood. Words: 5009, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey - Chuck Palahniuk Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Ruby (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Cyrus Styne, Ash (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Sam Winchester, Ruby/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters/Ruby/Sam Winchester, Meg | Demon Possessing Meg Masters/Ruby, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Character Death, Blood and Gore, Mental Health Issues, Alternate Universe, Major Character Injury, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Dreams and Nightmares, Car Accidents, Slow Build, Open Relationships, Sexually Transmitted Diseases read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/nzYEvtS

[immawraffle]

Party crashed for the first time today. Also got kicked out for party crashing for the first time today. Awkward…

As I was heading to class this afternoon, I noticed they were setting up an event in the building’s lobby. The aerial silk rig caught my attention, as I’ve seen some pretty cool performances before, so I ask the time of the event and decide to drop by. Later, I don my usual apparel of leather jacket and combat boots and head out.

I immediately feel out of place and under-dressed (by Panic! at the Disco), as everyone is either a rich old person or very obviously queer. I fit in a tiny bit more with the latter category, but I still stand out, and I inwardly lament not having changed into one of my dresses so I would blend in more. I wander around until someone asks me to sign in and grab a name tag. I walk over to the table and stand in line, striking up a conversation with the two people ahead of me, who fill me in on the fact that it is apparently some sort of fundraiser after I semi-jokingly declare myself a party crasher. I get to the front of the line and sign myself in with no problem, moving away with my newly acquired name tag.

Just as I’m walking away from the table, someone catches my eye and makes their way over to me—it’s the stranger I accidentally kidnapped via failing to understand how busses work. This is not only an incredibly bizarre coincidence on it’s own, but one that stems from a chain of factors with such low probabilities that it’s honestly mind-boggling.

1) I interact with a vanishingly small portion of the entire student body, meaning that there is an incredibly low chance of being singled out and recognized in general, 2) students are not supposed to be attending this event, meaning there is even less of a chance of being recognized—if any other students decided to attend, there was an incredibly small chance they would be someone even capable of recognizing me, 3) of everyone I have ever interacted with on campus who could have recognized me, it it someone I have only spoken to once before (even if it was rather memorable), 4) out of everyone I have only ever spoken to once before—admittedly, that is the larger percent of my total acquaintances, but I still cannot impress upon you enough how much I do not talk to people—it is the singular person I managed to accidentally kidnap not even a week ago, 5) I’m even wearing the exact same clothes to boot, which probably helped them recognize me, and 6) they’re also a student, and a first year at that, so I can’t think of any good reason they should have been in attendance, let alone supervising, as is the only conclusion I can draw from our interaction.

While I am comprehending the astounding magnitude of this incredible coincidence, they ask me whether I’m a student or here for the event. Beyond the fact that, having already recognized me, they undoubtedly remember that I attend the university, I am naive in the ways of party crashing, so I unhesitatingly tell the truth and say I’m a student who was curious about the event. They explain that the fundraiser is invite only and advise me, politely but insistently, to exit the venue. I am left with no choice but to shuffle out, not wanting to cause a scene by arguing with someone whom I am already on uncertain terms with—see: accidental kidnapping—or by sticking around and forcing them to confront me a second time, which would be awkward enough in its own right, not counting everything else.

Still think it might’ve worked if I’d just worn a damn dress. At least the party itself was pretty dull—the most interesting thing the aerial silk performer did was pour champagne upside down. Everything else was fairly typical of what I remember from being forced to attend some of my mom’s stuffy work parties—but with drag queens.

[gonegenki-blog]

Curiosity

After the close encounter with that tall, horned alien, the former student went on her way to explore more of the city. As she made her way through the unfamiliar  streets, she noticed an influx of various races all making their way down a single direction. Curiosity got the better of Sayori, as it always did, and she followed the crowd to see what all the fuss was about. As she walked closer to her unmarked destination, the air became increasingly colder. Any sane human being would not dare travel under such conditions with only a shirt and shorts, but Sayori was no sane human being. Despite her apple juice actually freezing to be a clear indication of how absurd it was to travel, her curiosity fueled her spirit and she continued to saunter forth. Eventually, the young girl placed her shoes upon a cobblestone walkway. Noticing the change of scenery, Sayori began to run forward, convinced that she was finally there. She climbed a flight of beautifully crafted alabaster stairs to be greeted by a majestic, seemingly magical door that opened of its own will. Peering into the manor, she saw a multitude of other people (and non-people) all dressed in fine clothing. She finally understood what all the fuss was about and though it was normally against her morals to crash a party, she was freezing and her curiosity still had not been sated. That, and her apple juice needed to thaw.

[skystonedclouds]

I am not going to ask you to make Jesus Lord…

This Jesus who whom you crucified, God has made Him Lord of all. Don’t think I will even ask you to make Jesus the Lord of your life, that’s the most preposterous thing I could ever tell you to do. Jesus Christ is Lord of your life, whether you serve Him or not, whether you bless Him, curse Him, hate Him or love Him. He is the Lord of your life because God has given Him a Name that is above every name so that at the Name of Jesus Christ. Every knee shall bow and tongue confess that He is Lord!

[lasshatry]

Ain't no party like a Batman party cause a Batman party involves an obsession with your parents murder and bats.