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Congratulations To Lydia Ko For Winning a Golf at the 2024 Olympics
I did not get a chance to watch all of the golf today, but I have to give a shout out to Lydia Ko for winning the gold at this years Olympics. It is yet another milestone in her amazing career. I am a grateful golfer! See you on the links!
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WORLD CLASS FIELD SET TO COMPETE IN THE HISTORIC 50TH PLAYING OF THE CPKC WOMEN’S OPEN
Canadian superstar Brooke Henderson along with Lydia Ko, Rose Zhang, Lilia Vu and defending champion Megan Khang headline star studded field at 2024 CPKC Women’s OpenCPKC Women’s Leadership Summit to kick off tournament week on Tuesday, July 232024 CPKC Women’s Open to benefit Alberta Children’s Hospital FoundationCalgary, Alta. (July 17, 2024) – Golf Canada in partnership with Canadian Pacific…
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Korda and Ko Faceoff in Playoff
Bradenton, Florida, provided the perfect backdrop for a battle that took the most recent LPGA tournament down to the wire.
Bradenton, Florida, provided the perfect backdrop for a battle that took the most recent LPGA tournament down to the wire. Lydia Ko & @NellyKorda are battling it out at the @LPGA Drive On Championship. Korda looks for her first win in 14 months. A victory for Ko would qualify her for the LPGA Hall Of Fame, reaching the 27-point threshold needed. ⁰⁰Finishing now on @GolfChannel in the U.S.…
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ELEVATE YOUR GAME WITH ECCO’S LATEST GOLF FOOTWEAR
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17 grandes citas que ayudan a contar la historia de la temporada de golf 2022 | Noticias de golf e información turística
17 grandes citas que ayudan a contar la historia de la temporada de golf 2022 | Noticias de golf e información turística
Ha sido un año entero de golf. Dramático, si nada más. Y como cualquier buen drama, el escenario está preparado con diferentes personajes, tocando sus líneas, interpretando sus papeles para hacer avanzar la historia. Entonces, ahora, con esa analogía sin ser lo suficientemente torturada, profundicemos en los principales puntos de la trama de este año y lo que significaron en ese entonces. “¡Los…
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Happy Beetlejuice Day!
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Lydia Ko Golfer
Lydia Ko is an international New Zealand Golfer. Lydia Ko, a professional New Zealand golfer, stands 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs around 132 pounds. Her net worth is estimated to be around $10 million. Born on April 24, 1997, in Seoul, South Korea, Ko moved to New Zealand at a young age.
She turned pro in 2014 and has since achieved numerous accolades, including becoming the youngest golfer to win a major championship at the age of 18. You'll get here Lydia Ko Golfer’s Career, Husband, Net Worth, & Family
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Softly filtered dead wife in movie montage but of the sandwich I had one time and can't stop thinking about
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PROTOCONCEPT ENTERS PUBLIC RELATIONS AGREEMENT WITH READ THE GREENS, GOLF MEDIA, INC.
-Read the Greens, GOLF Media, Inc. was selected to promote the company’s products, professional tour program and the overall brand– ORANGE COUNTY, CA. JANUARY 22, 2024) – PROTOCONCEPT, a high-profile luxury Japanese golf club manufacturer, has chosen California based Read the Greens Golf Media, Inc. as the company’s public relations and marketing agency. The agreement between the companies is to…
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Lydia Ko Ends LPGA Season on Top
With her recent finish at the CME and taking the Rolex Player of the Year, Lydia Ko finished the 2022 LPGA season back on top.
This is great to see!Her early days seem so far away from now.I'm glad to have seen her return to the top. https://t.co/DjHTZB3RbH— RevBruceJ (@RevBruceJ1) November 23, 2022 Say the name Lydia Ko a few weeks back and you might get a few confused looks. That was pretty much the type of response that the young lady’s mere mention seemed to elicit while her fellow LPGA competitors like Nelly Korda…
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The Great Miss Lydia Becker
Long before the Daily Mail coined the term “suffragette” in 1906, women campaigned for equality, including the amateur scientist Lydia Becker. Despite establishing a centre for the suffrage movement in Manchester and founding the Women’s Suffrage Journal, Becker does not get nearly as much praise as the women who followed in her wake, such as Emmeline Pankhurst and Millicent Fawcett. Lydia…
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Nothing Has Changed - 15
Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.
Character: Bucky Barnes
Warning: Angst, Tragedy.
Author Note: From the last poll, the series that you want to see updated is this one. I hope you enjoy this update.
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“Just like your father. Dishonest to the core,” Lydia sneered, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Bucky.
He exhaled sharply, folding his arms. “How could he ever marry you? And how did I end up with a mother like you?”
Without warning, Lydia snatched up the magazine and flung it at him. Bucky moved effortlessly, dodging the flying object with ease. “You threw me in jail, and now you disrespect me? I can’t believe this is my life,” she spat, her voice seething with resentment.
Bucky sighed, but there was no sympathy in his eyes. He walked over to the coffee table and sat down on the edge, directly facing her. His movements were calm, controlled, but Lydia could sense something had shifted in her son—something dangerous.
He raised three fingers slowly, holding them in front of her. “Three times,” he said coldly, his voice steady and low. “If you push me past three, I’ll send you back to jail. And from what I hear, the food there does wonders for your diet.”
Lydia’s face twisted with rage, her jaw clenched so tight that her teeth ground together. She stood abruptly, practically trembling with fury, but she said nothing. Instead, she shot him a glare, turned on her heel, and stormed out of the room, her footsteps echoing loudly as she left.
Bucky watched her go, his jaw tense, his hands tightening into fists. The room was quiet again, but inside, his thoughts were turbulent. How did it come to this? How did everything get so twisted?
For years, he had been blind—blind to the lies, the manipulation, the way his mother had used him as a pawn in her schemes. He had fought to protect her, fought for a family that had never truly existed. Now, he saw her clearly, and the bitter truth burned like acid in his veins.
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The situation in your house wasn’t much better. Despite Tom’s insistence that he was fine, you could still see the tension in his eyes, the way his hands fidgeted, unable to relax. His panic lingered beneath the surface, though he kept trying to mask it with forced smiles and shallow breaths.
Then your phone rang. The screen lit up with a name—Alan, Harlan’s oncologist. You took a steadying breath before answering.
"Hello, I’m sorry I just saw your text," Alan's voice crackled through.
“It’s alright, I know you’re busy,” you replied, trying to keep your voice calm even though your mind was racing.
“That’s true, I barely get enough sleep. I’m really sorry about your father,” Alan offered.
“Thank you,” you murmured. “Did you see the photo I sent?”
“I did. From the photo alone, I can’t tell exactly what’s in the pill. But one thing did catch my attention,” Alan said, his tone shifting slightly.
Your grip on the phone tightened. “The doctor’s name?”
“Yes,” Alan confirmed. “Tony Stark. I’m really surprised he’s practicing again, considering everything.”
Your heart began to pound, a sudden unease creeping in. “What did Tony do?”
Alan sighed on the other end. “He’s been involved in some serious controversies. He offered treatments to patients who didn’t need them—overcharging, committing insurance fraud, manipulating patients for financial gain.”
Tony Stark? You felt a chill run down your spine. You glanced toward your father’s bedroom, your thoughts spiraling. Could Tom have been misdiagnosed?
“Alan, what if my father’s been misdiagnosed?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“If I were you, I’d get a second opinion immediately,” Alan advised, his tone firm. “Come to my clinic anytime. I’ll personally check on your father, and bring his medication with you.”
You exhaled in relief, trying to steady your shaking hands. “Thank you, Alan. I really appreciate it.”
He chuckled lightly. “It’s my pleasure. After all, you and Harlan helped grow my portfolio quite a bit.”
You forced a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks again. Would tomorrow work?”
“Of course. Anytime,” Alan replied before you both wrapped up the call.
Quietly, you moved toward your father’s bedroom door. You eased it open just a crack, peeking inside. There was Tom, frail and fragile, a shadow of the man you once knew. Is this really cancer, or has he been subjected to unnecessary treatment? The question hung heavy in your mind, twisting your stomach.
The next morning, you stood by the car, loading a suitcase into the trunk. The air was tense, and Tom, leaning against the doorframe of the house, still looked uncertain. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly hesitant.
“Daughter,” he started, his voice wavering. “Our doctor is good. He has so many certificates and awards…”
You gently led him toward the passenger seat, your hand firm but comforting on his shoulder. “Having certificates and awards doesn’t mean the diagnosis and treatment are 100% right, Dad. If that were all it took to be a doctor, everyone would be cured,” you said softly but firmly.
Tom sighed, unable to argue. He nodded and got into the car, his hands fumbling with the seatbelt. It dawned on him then that this was the first time he’d ever been in your car, the first road trip he’d ever taken with you.
After making sure everything was packed and ready, you moved toward the driver’s seat. Just as you reached for the door handle, a familiar sound caught your attention—the low hum of a car engine. You turned to see Bucky’s car pulling up to the driveway. He parked hastily and stepped out quickly, his face a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“Where are you going?” he asked, his gaze flickering between you and your father.
You didn’t meet his eyes, not wanting to reveal the real reason. “Just a road trip,” you said with a casual shrug. “I realized I never had that moment with my father.”
Bucky studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then he nodded. “Alright. Safe trip, guys,” he said, his voice softening. “I’ll take care of the house while you’re gone.”
“Thank you,” you responded, offering him a small, appreciative smile before slipping into the driver’s seat.
As you drove away, you glanced in the rearview mirror. Bucky stood there, watching your car disappear down the road, his figure growing smaller in the distance. There was something in his eyes—something he wasn’t saying. You couldn’t quite place it, but it lingered in your thoughts as you drove farther from the house, from him.
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You and Tom entered the clinic, immediately struck by how different it was from the small-town hospital you were used to. The walls were pristine, the furniture modern and sleek, and the air felt fresher, almost too clean. Tom's eyes darted around, taking it all in.
“This place looks expensive,” he muttered under his breath, clearly uneasy.
Without looking up from the magazine you were idly flipping through, you gave a small smile. “It is. This doctor has treated presidents, actresses, athletes. He’s the best we’ve got,” you said casually, letting that sink in.
Tom’s eyes widened a bit at the thought. He glanced at you, as if seeing you in a new light. You had really gotten far since leaving that small town—much further than he’d realized.
Moments later, a nurse walked into the waiting area with a clipboard in hand. "Tom L/N?" she called, scanning the room.
Tom stiffened, his grip tightening on the arm of his chair. He shot you a quick, uncertain glance, and you gave him a reassuring nod. Slowly, he stood, and the two of you followed the nurse down the hallway.
When you stepped into the examination room, a tall man with kind, tired eyes and graying hair stood to greet you both. His demeanor was professional but friendly.
“Tom, Y/N, good to meet you,” Alan said warmly, offering a handshake to both of you. “I’ve heard a bit about your situation.”
Tom shook his hand, though his movements were stiff. “Likewise,” Tom muttered, still unsure of the whole process.
Alan motioned for Tom to sit on the examination table. "Let's take a look," he said, adjusting his stethoscope and carefully examining Tom. His hands were gentle but thorough as he checked Tom's vitals. “You’re quite underweight,” Alan noted with a concerned frown, pulling back to look at Tom. “We need to work on building your strength up. It’s critical.”
Tom forced a weak smile, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting away as he spoke. “Yeah, well… haven’t had much of an appetite lately.” He hadn’t expected this doctor to be concerned about his weight; Alan was different from Tony.
Alan paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Tom's condition. He placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder, his tone growing serious. “We’re going to do some tests—a scan, maybe a biopsy, to see what’s really going on. You’ll need to stay here for a while so we can monitor you.”
Tom looked uneasy, shifting on the examination table. He shrugged, then pointed toward you. “She’s in charge of all that. I trust her judgment.”
You smiled back at him, though your mind was racing. “Whatever you think is best, Doctor. We just want to get to the bottom of this.”
Alan nodded approvingly. “Good. I’ll have the nurse set everything up. In the meantime, we’ll make sure Tom gets the nutrition he needs.”
As the nurse came to escort Tom to the next room, you stayed behind with Alan. The atmosphere between you shifted immediately, the conversation taking on a more serious tone. You reached into your bag and handed Alan the collection of medication bottles your father had been taking.
Alan’s brows furrowed as he sifted through them, clearly surprised. "All of these?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice low, a tightness in your chest. You’d had the same reaction the first time you saw the sheer number of pills.
Alan shook his head in disbelief, turning a bottle over in his hands. “This is way too much for anyone to be on,” he muttered. “I’ll send these to the lab for analysis. We need to know exactly what he’s been taking.”
You swallowed hard, nodding. "I don’t trust his diagnosis anymore, Doctor. What if… what if he’s been misdiagnosed?"
Alan looked at you seriously, setting the bottles down. “It’s possible. With the medications he’s been prescribed, there are a lot of red flags. Especially with what you mentioned about Dr. Stark.”
Your pulse quickened at the mention of that name. "If there's any chance my father’s been given something unnecessary… or worse, something harmful, I need to know."
“We’ll find out soon,” Alan reassured you, his voice steady. “But in the meantime, we’re going to focus on getting Tom back to a healthy place. He’s too frail right now, and we need to get him stabilized.”
You nodded, feeling a knot of anxiety loosening slightly. "So, what's the next step?"
"Tom will need to stay here for observation. We’ll run a few more tests and adjust his diet to get him stronger. You can visit him anytime, but don’t forget to take care of yourself too," Alan said, giving you a kind but pointed look.
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Later, after Tom was settled in and you knew he was in good hands, you found yourself wandering through the bustling city streets. The towering buildings and fast pace of city life made you feel small, but your mind kept drifting back to the clinic.
It's only been a few months, but already the city felt different. New cafés and restaurants had popped up, their signs gleaming with fresh paint. The pace of change was unsettling, and as you walked, memories of a quieter, more familiar place tugged at your thoughts.
Suddenly, you remembered the art gallery that had hired Steve. It wasn’t far from where you were, so you hailed a taxi, the ride feeling both quick and too slow as your mind wandered. Steve had always found solace in his art—maybe seeing his work would bring you some peace too.
When you arrived at the gallery, the soft hum of conversation and the faint smell of paint welcomed you. You moved through the exhibits, eyes catching on familiar brushstrokes. There it was—Steve’s painting. You paused, staring at the delicate lines, the vibrant colors. It felt like him, a piece of him still lingering on the canvas.
As you stood there, lost in thought, the gallery owner approached with a friendly smile. "Enjoying the collection?" they asked, their tone polite but cautious.
You nodded, still admiring Steve's work. "Yes, especially this one. Steve Rogers—he's incredible."
The gallery owner’s expression faltered, their eyes darkening with something you couldn’t quite place. "I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this… Steve was in an accident."
The world seemed to slow, your breath catching in your throat. “What?” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.
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I am absolutely not surprised the carnival scene won this round.
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To clarify: this would be (some) scenes from the game, but told through the eyes of the LI. Or Billie possibly!
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There's gonna be a trend with all the remaining skullector dolls, in that I got one of the 2/3 drops and that one is probably gonna be drawn better lol
The Lydia and Beetlejuice 2-pack was my first skullector so it holds a certain place of love and esteem in my collection.
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On the first day of Christmas, simstomaggie gave to me…
12 Days of Christmas - Martha Dress
Welcome to my annual 12 Days of Christmas, this time with (probably mostly) Victorian galore! I hope you’re having a lovely festive season and that you find some peace in these trying times…
This dress is perfect for inviting guests over for a tea party, or for a good gossip. The lace details elevate it and make it look expensive, so that your sim is perfectly dressed, even when Nancy Landgraab comes over...
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includes parts of @sifix ‘s Lydia Dress and Cressida Dress, and the Chemisette by @waxesnostalgic
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high polycount
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