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Inspire by THIS post of mine and the picture I took at the Riverside Museum in Glasgow <3

It's the 50s, the weather is a dream, and your lover just returned from a short deployment. How to spend your time better than to explore the countryside and have a little rendezvous underneath a tree?

《Content》: NSFW. proceed with caution. cowgirl, PiV, creampie. It's so corny and cute and disgustingly sweet but I love it so much 🥹

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The soft tunes of the little radio that stood on your bedside table carried through your room like clouds, gently bouncing off the walls. You hummed along to the melody as you sat in front of your vanity, running the bristles of the brush through your hair.

Amongst the many cosmetic items that were splayed out on your desk such as compacts, lipsticks and a nearly empty cake mascara was a messy stack of handwritten letters.

The sight made you smile as you put down your hairbrush and picked up one of the papers, ghosting your fingertips over the handwriting that you knew by heart.

They were all from Johnny, some from when he was on deployment and others just because. They always had a little doodle by his name, ranging from a little elephant holding a flower with its trunk to small landscapes he had seen. You wanted to frame all of them and plaster them on every empty spot on your walls.

You wanted to be engulfed by the beauty of his mind.

A dreamy sigh slipped past your lips when you were reminded once again how hopelessly in love you were.

Johnny had promised to take you out today, show you the lovely and lesser known spots of the countryside.

He'd been on a short deployment, and although he returned a couple of days ago, you hadn't found the time to spend time together yet.

A knock on your front door echoed up the stairs, and with a quick and precise swipe of Johnny's favorite lipstick, you were rushing downstairs, lacy gloves in hand.

The weather was perfect. It was sunny but not too hot and there was a gentle summer breeze raking through the flowers in your garden.

You smoothed down your dress one more time before grabbing your purse and opening the door.

Your heart beat faster when you saw Johnny waiting with a soft smile on his handsome face.

"Johnny!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.

"Oh, bonnie... ma bonnie lass.." he chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, one of his hands snaking up your back to form a steady presence between your shoulder blades.

"I'm so glad you're back." You sighed, your forehead resting against his shoulder.

He hummed and pressed his lips against your temple before gently pulling your face away from his shoulder with his hand cupping your cheek.

"Le' me get a good look at ya." He smiled, your round cheeks molding perfectly into his palm.

"Ye get prettier everytime Ah get back." Johnny said quietly, stroking his calloused thumb over your cheekbone.

"And you're still as charming as ever, hm?" You smiled, placing your hand over his and slightly pulling him down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

When you pulled back, a giggle escaped you and you covered your mouth with your hand.

Johnny raised a brow at you.

"What's so funny, hen?" He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips while he tilted his head to the side.

As silly as he looked with a bright lipstick mark plastered on his face, the sight made your heart swell with adoration.

"Oh, nothing. I'll get it for you, my love." You giggled softly.

Reaching into your purse, you pulled out a handkerchief with a little thistle embroidered on the corner before swiping it over your tongue and rubbing at the stain on Johnny's face.

He leaned into your touch when you gently held his face.

"Good as new." You placed a chaste peck to his lips so you wouldn't leave any more marks.

Johnny hummed with a smile before taking your hand and guiding it to his lips for a kiss to your knuckles.

"Ah can always count on ya tae take care o' me."

You smiled in response, dragging the back of your knuckles down the length of his cheek.

"I'm just returning the favor."

He chuckled and wrapped you up in his arms, peppering kisses all over your face, wherever he could reach.

You squealed and tried to flee from the rough scratch of his stubble.

"Johnny- stop!" You laughed, using all your might to try and get him off of you, the hair on his face tickling your skin.

"Cannae Ah appreciate ma bonnie lady?" He asked in between kisses, his lips curling up into a smile when he pulled away from you, his thumb stroking the soft line of your jaw.

"I didn't say that, but you promised to show me all the beautiful spots in the deep countryside! You spoke of streams, endless meadows of blooming flowers, thick forests- can you blame a girl for being a little impatient?" A small pout on your colored lips.

A sight that made Johnny both want to coo at you and pinch your cheeks and kiss you until you were breathless, gasping for air.

"Ah suppose not. Shall we?" He held out his hand for you to take, a real gentleman as always.

With a firm grip around your hand, he led you down the path from your front door, all the way to the gate of your fence.

Your bike rested against the white wood and you slipped on your gloves that were previously secured to your purse with a shining glove clip.

"After you." Johnny grinned, holding open the gate for you with a dramatic gesture of his hand.

"How very kind of you." You giggled in reply, putting an equally theatrical tone to your voice as you pushed your bike through.

Your eyes landed on the brand new bike Johnny had gotten, the paint glistening in the sun. With a smooth leather seat, matching handles and a sturdy frame.

A whistle escaped your lips on which then a grin appeared as you eyed the cycle that rested against the outside of your wooden fence.

"Nice ride, sweetheart." You smiled, watching as a proud grin stretched over his cheeks.

"A beaut, ain't she? 'The flying Scot'. Much better than tha' Chevrolet yer snob of a neighbor has." His grin only widened when you laughed, a sound that he wished he could put on a vinyl record and play on loop forever.

"Let's see how well you can fly, then." You challenged, swinging yourself on your bike, adjusting your skirt and dropping your purse in the small weaved basket attached to the front.

Your polished shoes were moving the pedals before Johnny even had a chance to answer, and with a shout of your name and a hearty laugh he, too, got his wheels in motion and raced after you.

You rode down the lane where your house stood, past all the well-kept gardens of your neighbors and the short cobblestone wall that guarded a line of big trees. Behind them were endless fields of green with a few splotches of color sprinkled throughout.

Sometimes you could spot a cow or a handful of sheep that grazed peacefully in the warm sun. Johnny had caught up with you and was cycling beside you at a comfortable pace.

You laughed and talked, still being mindful enough to not fall or accidentally pummel someone into the ground. The strong breeze combed through your hair that you'd set into bouncing curls the night before.

He reached out for you hand, patiently waiting as you shifted your weight on the bike and tightly clasped his hand in yours.

The calloused pad of his thumb rubbed over your lace covered knuckles subconsciously, a gesture that never failed to make your heart swell. With a gentle squeeze of your hand, he signaled you to slow down, letting the momentum of the bike do the remainder of the work before coming to a stop.

"Here we are." Johnny announced, swinging his leg over the frame of his bike and resting it against the continous cobblestone wall.

He helped you get off your own cycle, steadying you with a firm grip on your forearm and positioning your bike to lean on his.

You snatched your purse from your basket, giving it a place in the crook of your elbow as you admired the beautiful scene before you.

A field with clusters of color, all shades of the rainbow. In the middle stood a mighty tree, it's majestic canopy of leaves leaving a ring of shadow around the base of the strong trunk. On the edge of your vision, you could see a small stream pulling a line through the landscape, the water glittering like diamonds as the sun fell upon it.

On the other side of the stream began a thick forest, many hues of rich green and brown harmonizing in a way that would make any artists heart melt.

While you admired the beauty of nature, Johnny was busy admiring you.

The way your eyes sparkled when you took in the sight in front of you.

Or how your plush, painted lips were pulled into a sweet smile.

He couldn't help the soft smile of his own as he leaned against the stone barrier with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"It's so beautiful, Johnny. It.. it feels like it belongs in a painting." You chuckled softly, turning your torso in his direction.

He only hummed and took your hand in his once again, a thing he'd grown to miss when he was away from you.

"So do you."

The confession was a soft melody between the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. It was so raw and sincere, so vulnerable, as if it had fought its way from the bottom of his heart all the way up his throat and past his lips.

A flustered smile sat on your cheeks as you felt warmth bloom in your chest and stunning butterflies emerge from their cocoons in the pit of your stomach.

"Only if you join me."

The reply hadn't been what he expected, but it didn't fail to cement your place in his heart, his very soul, even more. He huffed, soft and nasal, before pulling you against him with a steady hand on your back.

"Always." He whispered, a sacred truth only meant for the both of you.

The wide smile on your face melted into the kiss as he pressed his lips to yours. He held you so gently, so carefully, as if you were made of porcelain, a precious doll he'd keep close to his chest.

Johnny leaned into the touch of your bare hand on his cheek when it migrated from his arm all the way to his face. Your gloves were back in their rightful place secured in the glove clip on your purse. He pulled away, although reluctantly, and placed his forehead against yours, taking in the closeness.

He could smell your perfume and your setting mousse, feel your soft breaths on his face and the steady, calm beat of your heart.

"I love you." He said quietly, so quietly, in fact, it would stay between the vicinity of your hearts.

"I love you too." You replied softly.

Neither of you wanted to leave this embrace, but there was so much to explore on the other side of the cobblestone wall.

"Come on; Ah promised ya an adventure, no?" The softness lingered even has his signature grin broke out onto his face.

Before you could respond, you where whisked away with a tug at your hand.

Johnny watched as you were on your knees at the shore of the little river, searching for pretty rocks to add to your collection. He'd started to call you his little Magpie, and even though you huffed and pouted at the nickname, you found it quite endearing. You didn't care about grass stains or how the pebbles dug into the skin of your knees and would leave indents in their wake.

You watched him when he bent down to pluck a bright poppy from the selection of wildflowers. He tucked it behind your ear and swiped his thumb over your cheekbone with a smile. To him, you were the prettiest flower of them all.

You brushed the wooden chips off his shoulders after he'd carved your initials into the big tree you'd previously admired from afar, surrounded by a choppy heart that would tell the tale of your love for centuries.

So here you sat, beneath the carving, shielded by the leaves with your head resting on his shoulder. Your fingers were intertwined as you soaked in the loving atmosphere and the warming sun.

You were in the shade, but the warmth carried itself all the way beneath the tree's canopy. Johnny fiddled with your fingers, tracing every knuckle then smoothing down the back of your hand. His caresses moved to your wrist, up your forearm before he pulled you into his lap.

You only giggled in response, raking your fingers through his hair. They settled at the base of his skull, pressing into the muscle with your thumb.

He groaned in appreciation and dragged you against his chest.

"Need something, handsome?" You smirked, watching has his brows furrowed and he mumbled something into your hair.

"Jus' need tae have ya close.."

You hummed, resting your cheek on his shoulder. His arms were wound around your middle, keeping you pressed against him. You enjoyed the moment, letting your eyes fall shut.

You ignored it when his hand moved to your hip and gave it a gentle squeeze. You even let it slide when it trailed down to your thigh. But your eyes snapped open when they brushed the inside of your thigh and pressed against the gusset of your panties.

"Johnny, what are you doing?" You asked frantically, tightly gripping his wrist.

"What do you think, hm?" He smirked.

Your lips parted and you had a bewildered expression on your face.

"You can't be serious. Not here!"

"No one's around, mo leannan." He replied gently, grinning slightly when your grip on his wrist loosened.

Your brows furrowed in worry.

"What if-"

"Shh. Just enjoy it." Johnny cooed, pressing forward until his thumb was stroking over your clothed folds.

You sighed softly at the sensation. He added more pressure to your clit and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise.

"That's it, bonnie." He said softly, a wet patch forming underneath his thumb.

Soft and breathy moans slipped past your lips and you began rocking your hips against his hand.

"Johnny..." You breathed, finding his lips in a feverish kiss while he quickly unbuckled his belt.

Your hands were in his hair and when he'd freed his throbbing cock, he slid your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his lenght through your wet slit, earning a mewl from you.

"Can I?" He asked, breathless and desperate.

"Yes." You nodded swiftly, helping him lift you up so you could sink down on him.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and a moan got caught in your throat when he was nestled all the way inside of you. Johnny groaned, a bruising grip on your hips as he began moving you up and down, back and forth on his cock.

"Oh god-" You cried, tugging at his messy locks to connect your lips in another kiss.

Your lipstick was smeared, no doubt, but you couldn't care about that when Johnny was kissing your breath away, slipping his tongue past the seam of your lips, and hitting that spot inside you so perfectly.

You'd been away from each other for a while, a while that felt like an eternity to you. The symphonies of your shared bliss echoed through the air as you bounced on his lap, chasing that sweet release only he could give you.

"Look at ya. So fuckin' pretty." He moaned, your velvet walls squeezing him so nicely.

One of his hands found its way underneath your skirt and rubbed at your puffy clit, an action that ripped a sound from your throat that could only be described as obscene.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.." you begged, coming closer to the edge of your release.

Johnny obliged your wish and smashed his lips to yours, practically devouring you as you rode him. He fucked up into you in sloppy thrusts, signaling he was close as well.

You held onto him tightly when the perfect nudge of his cock and swipe over your clit shattered your resolve and you pulsed around him with a strangled sound that he greedily swallowed up. With a last few hard thrusts, he spilled inside of you, moaning into your mouth as you milked him dry.

You pulled away from the kiss with a heaving chest, steadying yourself with your hands on his shoulders before you slumped against his chest with a chuckle.

"Steamin' Jesus..." Johnny panted, holding you tight to his chest.

"You can say that again." You smirked.

He chuckled, pressing a loving kiss to your temple. You rested against each other, catching your breath.

When you sat back up with a soft whimper no less and looked at him, you broke into laughter. He looked at you with a quizzical expression on his face.

"What're ya laughin' about?"

"Oh, nothing." You wiped tears from your lashline before placing a peck to his lips.

He was covered in lipstick marks, his lips stained with the color.

It would take more than a little spit and a handkerchief to fix this.

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pairing: johnny soap mactavish x medic!reader (stitch)

summary: a night of drinking with 141 pushes you to the brink of your friendship with soap.

warnings: [ 1k words ] pathetic levels of mutual pining, yearning, alcohol and drinking, (f) masturbation, reader fantasising about sex with soap.

notes: i had so much fun writing this <33

Soap leans back dangerously on the stool at the bar as he laughs, a deep rumble that rattles his ribcage. The legs of the seat teeter precariously on the edge of a broken floor tile, threatening to slip into the grout grooves and knock him from his pedestal. He’s like sunshine, glowing with the grin plastered on his face as he guffaws at something Ghost had grumbled across the bar.

Even in your drunken stupor, you manage to place your palm on his lower back, curbing gravity’s inevitable pull by easing him back into an upright position. He chuckles weakly, still struggling over Simon’s ridiculous comment as he blinks back humorous tears.

“Cheers, Bonnie,” he grins, the ocean in his eyes swimming with the whiskey The Captain had been plying you both with all evening. It knocks you seasick, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled, weathered by emotional storms. They creased for you, now, his wide grin carving out crevices that would last a lifetime simply because he offered you a smile. “Always lookin’ after us, aren’t ye?”

“Y-Yeah, don’t go expecting me to catch you in the field. My job’s to treat injuries, not prevent them,” you murmur, heart cracking against your chest as it flooded your cheeks with blood, heating the skin beneath his gaze.

“Mhm- it’d mean y’d have less work,” he pointed out with a pert raise of his brows, picking up his glass of whiskey and swirling it around so that the ice tnk’d against it. Johnny doesn’t break eye contact, basking you in the warmth of his gaze that could only be rivalled by the sunshine on the beaches his salt-water eyes reminded you of.

Did other people bathe in that everglow? Did the golden rays of his affection colour the cheeks of other girls, or was that look of adoration reserved only for you? You dread to think of the possibility that you were misreading Johnny’s tender gaze, that what you had hoped were exclusive expressions of enchantment had, in fact, been handed out as frequently as the insults that Soap consistently levelled at the members of task force 141. Or even worse, there was a single ‘lass’ back home, waiting in the cobbled streets of Glasgow to receive his embrace.

Genesis: the split on his forehead that went straight to the bone. No bullets were fired; instead, Soap’s skull connected with Ghost’s knee during a football game with the rest of 141. Inexplicably, he and Simon had been on the same team, yet Johnny still managed to end up hurt. He’d smiled at you, and the sight had wormed its way into your bones, the sound of his accented voice all hushed and husky ringing in your ears. ‘Bet yer not used to fixin’ daftys like me.’

You’d assured him he wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Swallowing thickly, your fingers trail up the ridges of his spine through the thin material of his t-shirt. His back is muscular, leaking the heat of far too many whiskeys for so early in the evening. You’re sure you can feel his vertebrae ripple beneath your touch, his eyes zeroed in on your lips like he was aiming his sniper rifle at a target.

“It’s not work if it’s you,” you whisper, feeling the rest of the bar, the team, wash away in those ocean-blue irises. Soap hums softly, the weight of his hand resting on the top of your thigh beneath the sticky countertop of the bar. He seems to calculate the distance between you; the logistics of the shot.

You can’t breathe.

Defibrillator, chest compressions, mouth to mouth.

“Yer too kind, Stitch,” he murmured softly, giving your thigh a squeeze before withdrawing his touch almost as quickly as he’d offered it. Instead, he wraps his fingers around the glass containing the rest of his amber whiskey, the condensation clinging to the sides of the glass dribbling down the length of his fingers to the knuckles.

Code blue.

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Breathless, your back arches from the cot’s mattress as you sink your fingers into the dripping head at the apex of your thighs. You can’t help the moan that spills over from your lips as you feel how wet Soap’s single touch had made you, the burn of his palm still simmering in the flesh of your thigh.

You’d barely made it back to the barracks. Stumbling over your own feet, you’d whimpered in frustration when tearing off your clothes, needing to rub your throbbing clit to ease the pulsing need Soap had instilled in you with his fucking smiles.

They’re a nuclear weapon, so bright it hurts your eyes.

Alcohol made it so much worse. Your mind runs away with itself, imagining Soap had tripped into your bed alongside you. He’d be rubbing at your swollen clit with his thumb, sinking his fingers deep inside you while praising you for how well you received him.

‘Steamin’ Jesus, Bonnie,’ he would groan, kissing across your sternum while searching for that mind-numbing spot inside you that had your toes cramping as they curled, ‘so fuckin’ wet for me. Can ye take another? C’mon, that’s it-‘

You wail softly, rocking your hips up to meet the thrust of your fingers as you imagine the sensation of his lips on your neck, the scratch of his stubble against your pulse point.

“‘M gonna cum, Johnny,” you wheeze aloud, urging the ghost touch to keep going. Your fingers sink deeper, the ridges of your fingerprints scraping something cataclysmic when you curl them just right.

A long, anguished whine ricochets off the walls of your dorm as you drench your fingers with your cum, eyes squeezing so tight that you can almost see the ghost of Soap’s silhouette behind your eyelids, praising you for your devastating orgasm. It’s so slow, utterly debilitating as it obliterates every inch of your drunken limbs with a white-hot ecstasy.

Your lungs rattle with the force of your inhales, bleached knuckles gripping the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to brace against the explosive orgasm. Soap’s touch still simmers beneath your thigh muscles, buried into the sinews despite the trembles that wracked them.

Did he feel the same? Had your palm burned into his vertebrae, or did he imagine the touch of a girl from home, whispering her name when he came?

You dread to think. 

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On January 28th 1927 hurricane force winds struck Scotland, killing 22 and seriously injuring 150 people in Glasgow.

The following day, the Larne Times told readers that practically ‘every property in Glasgow was damaged’ - with two tenements completely destroyed. Locals described the crash of falling debris in all corners of the city.

With schools shut down, trams halted, and the telephone systems down - Glasgow was chaotic. Fifty fire engines were on hand to help the city, with eight ambulances continuously carrying the injured to hospital.

On Newark Street, a repairman was crushed by a snapped tree blown down by the winds – killing him instantly. Elsewhere in the city, several of those killed were crushed by falling masonry - such as George McDonald who was rendered unconscious by a falling chimney and died in hospital two days later.

The largest death toll was caused by the collapse of a chimney head at Marlow Street in Kinning Park, with the falling wreckage killing five people outright. The gales threw masses of solid stonework down through successive flights of the homes, tearing occupants and furniture in an avalanche towards the ground.

Two infant children miraculously escaped at Marlow Street. One child, who fell two storeys, was found among the debris - with a dummy still in its mouth, crying but unhurt.

A second child, who had been sitting in a pram on the ground floor, was unscratched by the masses of stones, plaster, and stoves which had fallen around.

Across Scotland, 22 deaths were recorded - nine of these due to the collapse of buildings. In one case, a man trying to get home by way of the train tracks to avoid falling masonry was killed by a night train.

On February 1, the Lord Provost announced the opening of a relief fund for the hurricane. He appealed to Glaswegians: “Great distress has been caused to many deserving citizens by the disastrous hurricane of last week, especially those who have bereaved and rendered homeless by the collapse of their houses, and the destruction of their furniture and other belongings.”

Elsewhere in Scotland, a horse-lorry driver was killed by a flying piece of iron from a nearby building in Dundee. An East Lothian farmer lost her life when the roof of the farm hen house collapsed on itself.

The damage in Glasgow was estimated at around £250,000, which is £16million by today's standards.

Those lost in the 1927 hurricane included; Nan Dicke (12), Hugh Gallacher (44), James Brown (46), Martian McIntyre (25), Lizzie McIntyre (8), Charles Rennie (4), James Duncan (2), George Henderson, Charles Connelly (36), George McDonald (39), and George Hunter (21).

The video shows footage from British Pathé of the aftermath of the tenement terror.

[unseenlament]

once there was sunshine

plastered against your teeth

radiating from each crevice of grin

now there are marks of glasgow

etched into your cheeks

sickly silence inbetween

[tangiesstuff]

okay so have a story from my sister's wedding

this happened in late 2022 in glasgow, so during the pandemic and while restrictions were still in place. i had to fly from alaska to the uk and i only thought to bring one mask with me, and me being me i decided it was gonna be my rainbow mask.

the service was held at the tron st mary's in glasgow. so like, a church. a point came early on when the reverend was giving his opening remarks basically and one of the things he said was "and to those of you who perhaps are not so religiously inclined, i ask that you respect the moment" and as he said this he looked right at me

and i was like, what about me looks like i wouldn't respect the moment it is my sister's wedding ffs what am i gonna do-

oh, right, i have gay pride plastered across my face womp fuckity womp

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Luke Littler staged an amazing comeback to win the second night of the Premier League in Glasgow, coming from behind to defeat world number one Luke Humphries 6-5 in a last-leg decider thriller. The world champion demonstrated grit during the tournament, especially in his quarter-final against Rob Cross, where he recovered from an intimidating 5-1 gap. The 18-year-old showed nerves of steel to turn the match around against Cross, ultimately earning his place in the semi-finals. In the final, Humphries had to overcome one further obstacle after he cut the middle finger of his throwing hand and had to apply a plaster. Despite this disruption and obvious frustration brought about by constant whistling from the crowd, he was able to take a 5-4 lead. But Littler kept his cool, producing a clinical 170 checkout and a stunning 55% double success rate. His match average was 101.03, well ahead of Humphries' 93.68. DARTS NOW, CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons "It was a strange final. We both weren't playing that well," said Littler, who is currently ranked world number two and took the night's £10,000 prize. "Now and again I glance up at the screen and we're on a 90 average. The crowd got involved." Littler's recent feud with Humphries has been one of the sport's most intriguing narratives. Having been runner-up to Humphries in last year's world final, he reversed the script by beating him to claim the 2024 Premier League. His latest win further solidifies his position as a darts rising star. The audience had a contentious role to play during the night, with referee Kirk Bevins having to step in at one stage and ask fans to cease whistling. Previously, Gerwyn Price, whose reputation is that of a hothead, had reacted to the antics of the crowd by playfully whistling back at them when they were directed towards him. Littler's path to the title in Glasgow was far from easy. In the lead-up to this match, he had lost six in a row since his world championship victory, even though he had kept outstanding performances with match averages of over 105 in four of those defeats. Eager to end that run, he dominated Michael van Gerwen in the semi-finals, taking him out 6-2. This triumph was especially satisfying, as it reversed his previous week's defeat to Van Gerwen at the last legs. Looking back at his incredible come-from-behind win over Cross in the quarter-finals, Littler opined on what he did differently to turn things around: "I was 5-1 down and then you get a few legs on the spin and my confidence, it just went to the roof and I was able to bring it back." Humphries, who won on the first night in Belfast, also had to dig deep in Glasgow, coming from behind to win two successive comeback wins. In his semi-final against Price, he turned it around by winning four legs on the bounce, a feat he had already achieved against Chris Dobey earlier in the session. Littler became the first player in the modern Premier League setup to come back from 5-1 down and win when she won in Glasgow. Cross, the 2018 world champion, appeared to have the match won but crumbled under pressure, missing three darts for the match as boos rang around the auditorium. Littler took her chance, producing a near-perfect checkout rate of 54.5% and averaging nearly 105. At the same time, Stephen Bunting's troubles in the Premier League persisted as he was humiliated with a 6-1 loss against Van Gerwen, who showed a masterclass with a stunning 109 average. Nathan Aspinall had another miserable evening as well, still winless after a 6-4 loss to Price. Humphries, once again resilient, fought back from 4-2 down to defeat Dobey 4-2, copying the week before's final in Belfast. Premier League Darts Night 2 Results Final - Luke Littler 6-5 Luke Humphries Semi-finals - Luke Littler 6-2 Michael van Gerwen - Gerwyn Price 4-6 Luke Humphries Quarter-finals - Rob Cross 5-6 Luke Littler - Michael van Gerwen 6-1 Stephen Bunting - Nathan Aspinall 4-6 Gerwyn Price - Luke Humphries 6-4 Chris Dobey This win not only solidifies Littler's dominance but also sends a powerful message to the rest. The Premier League is fast turning out to be a fierce battle night in and night out, with each night producing surprising twists and performances of the night. The young upstart's performance under pressure proving to be his hallmark characteristic makes him a force to be reckoned with as the competition continues. Read the full article

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NOSTALGIA UK

Tottenham Court Road, London (1994)

Kids today don’t know ... before WiFi was invented, HiFi was the big thing—short for high-fidelity sound systems. And unlike today’s sleek, pocket-sized tech, these came in all shapes and sizes, from merely big to absolutely massive. I didn’t realize how much of a “thing” it was until I got to Glasgow. Almost every senior student seemed to have one, and owning a HiFi felt as essential as breathing.

Personally, I wasn’t into music much. I didn’t play any instruments, and my entire music journey consisted of acquiring a cheap Walkman a few months before I moved to Glasgow. So, I was blissfully ignorant of the HiFi craze. I don't know about the others, but Amir was the exact opposite. Always the curious one, always itching to try something new. From the moment we arrived in Glasgow, he wouldn’t shut up about getting himself a HiFi system. It became his personal quest. He did all the research—what models were the best, how much they should cost, and, most importantly, the holy grail of HiFi shopping: Tottenham Court Road in London.

One afternoon in London, we ventured down the famous Tottenham Court Road, hunting for the perfect HiFi system .. well for Amit. Shop after shop, Amir meticulously compared prices, specs, and features, while the rest of us just tagged along, half intrigued, half exhausted. After what felt like hours, he finally made his decision. In one of the smaller shops, he spotted the one. With a grin as wide as the Thames, Amir sealed the deal, handed over his cash, and triumphantly carried his new HiFi out the door.

That enormous box, plastered with bold letters advertising its top-notch sound quality, followed us everywhere—from the streets of London to our B&B, and a few days after onto the train heading back to Glasgow. Amir was over the moon. That HiFi wasn’t just a sound system to him—it was a trophy.

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The Edinburgh-based construction company has spent the last twelve months completely devoted to one project. You are protected by the current warranty until the end of the year. Their assurance is that you will be content if you listen to and follow their advice. 

Building in Edinburgh always seems to cause prices to decline, no matter how expensive they were before. The decision to buy an extended warranty is entirely up to them. This assurance ensures that you are receiving first-rate support, so you can relax. It appears as though every object is at that height. This idea could have numerous applications. You can have full trust in it because of how easy it is to use. 

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Our company offers a wide variety of services, some of which are listed below: When you need assistance with any of our many services, our team is here for you around the clock. Damage to homes and other structures can result from a wide variety of natural catastrophes. Things like lightning, smoke, floods, and subsidence fall within this group. We are also quite good at building maintenance and repair. 

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[melissa-service-creative-enquiry]

Plan for Wed 17th April

Spoke with Alan today (Tues) about what I could potentially cast with instead of plaster.

Decided on concrete but he said I could potentially hollow it out for some of the slabs so they aren't as dense.

Potential degree show ideas

-Concrete outside?

-Would it look better a bit weathered? Better than perfect concrete.

-Defo floor work though.

-Will I allow people to walk on it?

-Do I want it to be untouched?

-Maybe some broken ones and some that are perfect mixed together.

Mix concrete for a trial run to see how it goes

When iron powder arrives try that mixed into plaster as well as it oxidises.

Research Boyle family Scottish (Glasgow) group of artists that cast roads etc and then turned these casts into glass pieces. (Not an immediate connection to my work but the process of casting is similar)

[leftfield-fm]

In Glasgow, more than seventy teenage girls were treated by ambulance attendants for hysteria and fainting. It was during these two shows that we met Joan Baez for the first time backstage. The missiles chucked by British fans were not always as harmless as the toilet rolls favoured by American audiences. At Stockton-on-Tees on 8 October [1965], a coin struck Mick over the right eye and he finished the performance dabbing at the cut. He appeared onstage next night at Leeds with a large piece of sticking-plaster and a big bruise. Most alarming of all, a fan carrying a double-barrelled shotgun tried to get into the Liverpool concert on 10 October. Twenty teenagers fainted, thirteen were treated for bruises, and eight were taken to hospital with wounds caused by stiletto heels; stampeding girls climbed over the orchestra pit, and the management lowered the curtain on the last number.

It was Keith’s turn to be hit when we reached Northampton on 16 October. During the opening song, a hail of sweets, cigarettes and other objects hit the stage and something caught Keith in the face. He spun round, staggered for a moment, crashed on an amplifier and slid down to the stage, face downwards and motionless. Mick, in mid-gesture, dropped the mike and ran to him. Brian waved for the curtains to be closed while I switched off the electrical equipment. The curtains closed to the odd shout of “fake” and a few boos, but mostly silence as the compère Ray Cameron told jokes. After a few minutes, Keith recovered, regained his nerve and we continued the show.

excerpt from Bill Wyman's memoir, Stone Alone

[oodlenoodleroodle]

This article ends in a weird way, like

"A Rodin work vanishing from a museum’s holding is not as uncommon is it might sound. A report by the Times of London says the missing Rodin is just one of nearly 1,750 works that have gone missing from Scottish museums."

kinda makes it sound like this is a uniquely Scottish thing? Like I understand that they have a number that applies to Scottish museums, but the phrasing is weird there.

I assure you that it is totally normal for museums to have objects in their collections that they don't know the whereabouts of – especially for museums with really old and large collections.

And the flipside to this is that museums also have objects among their collections that they don't know what they are or where they came from. Many of those "museum finds" are actually missing objects that have lost their numbers. Obvs. that is unlikely to happen with a Rodin, but when you know you should have seven silver spoons that are missing, and you find one silver spoon without a number, there is no hope of knowing if it's one of the missing ones because the old misogynist from 1905 that wrote your catalogue couldn't be arsed to describe the objects in detail in the catalogue.

[xuan0517]

2023.6.14 New ideas for the final project

I reorganised my ideas for the final project and I decided to abandon the initial proposal as the materials venue etc. made it difficult to realise.

After seeing the art exhibition in Glasgow I decided to use something like plaster or 3d printing techniques to make a head as an installation rather than making an installation that people can actually experience with their senses.

On my way home today, I passed a tree with a spider's web on top of it and some bugs were bound by the web and died on it because they couldn't break free. I was inspired by this spider web, which is like social media, software and mobile phones nowadays; and the bugs trapped by the spider web are like humans, bound by the internet social media to their minds, leading to the blindness of their own minds and aesthetics.

The black squares represent the visual product of social media or newspapers and magazines, which are wrapped in 'spider webs' and bound to the 'human' eye, like blindfolds that restrict the aesthetic thinking of people.

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