#Scottish Open

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The Acquisition of TheOpen.com and Its Impact on Golf’s Oldest Championship

In 2011, R&A Golf Championship secured TheOpen.com for $64,500 USD in a significant domain name transaction. Historical Whois records indicate the acquisition occurred between April and August of that year. This strategic move was a vital step in enhancing the online presence of The Open, one of golf’s most prestigious tournaments. A Closer Look at The Open Championship Known as The Open or the…

[littlemisskitkat]

Hell yeah Bobby Mac!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

[mudballgolf]

Genesis Scottish Open 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Research, Outright Winner card , Head to Head matchups, Top 20 and 40 picks The Renaissance Club The Scottish Open is closely upon us. First of all, I want to mention the time of this tournament. Scotland is 5 hours ahead of EST. We will be looking at Tee times to be in the middle of the night EST. Therefore an 8:00 AM tee time here would be 3:00 AM in Scotland. Overnight when all the actions…

[parisoonic]

still trying to find a mock-animation look

[ingravinoveritas]

Feeling very normal about David making prolonged eye contact with Michael in the audience during curtain call at the opening night of Macbeth last night...

[sgt-tombstone]

hc that Ghost has two dogs

One is a medium-sized Shetland Sheepdog and the other is a large English Mastiff. On days when the he isn’t deployed, when he’s guaranteed just a regular 9-to-5 office day, he brings them onto base with him to hang out in his office while he works. He likes having the company and being able to use them as a distraction when paperwork gets really boring. It makes asking a group of rookies for a volunteer much more entertaining because they never know if he’s going to send them to do mind-numbing and grueling inventory or take his dogs on a walk around base while he’s busy

And then the 141 forms, and he meets Soap, who is more dog-like than his actual dogs. He doesn’t bring his dogs to base for a while after that, because they’re all so busy and they barely get any time to breathe, much less have a normal day in the office. During that time, he finds out that Soap is horrifically, debilitatingly afraid of dogs. A dog attack, apparently, and he silently says goodbye to his ability to ever bring his dogs back to base in the future

But then Alone happens, and Soap trusts Ghost so implicitly, without question or hesitation, and he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he could use that to their mutual advantage

After everything settles back down, Soap stops by Ghost’s office to hang out and idly bother him, only to stop short at the sight of a ball of fluff curled up on a dog bed in the corner. The small dog lifts its head up when the door opens but doesn’t otherwise move. Soap freezes on the spot, but his first instinct is to look to Ghost for some sort of direction or explanation

Ghost waves him in and, after a very brief introduction wherein Soap never gets closer than five feet, the three of them settle into an uneasy sort of silence. Ghost goes back to his paperwork, the sheltie goes back to sleep, and Soap perches on the edge of his seat and fidgets. He looks distinctly uncomfortable, like he can’t decide if Ghost’s company is worth forcing himself to be in close proximity to a dog, but he slowly relaxes back into the chair. He lasts about an hour before Gaz needs him for something and he makes his retreat

It becomes something of a routine. On days when they’re on base, Ghost brings his Sheltie with him, and Soap undergoes a form of exposure therapy, even if he doesn’t realize that’s what’s happening. He gets increasingly more relaxed around the dog. It takes a week before he stops flinching every time the dog moves and a month before he lets the dog sniff his shoe. Ghost simply waits, with all of the patience of an elite sniper, and admires both the restraint of his dog and the courage of his sergeant

Six months later, Price pops his head into Ghost’s office to find the man sitting at his desk, paperwork abandoned in favor of watching Soap sleep, cuddling with his dog in the comically small dog bed in the corner

The next day, when Ghost brings his mastiff in, Soap jumps almost three feet in the air, and Price can hear Ghost’s laughter all the way down the hall

[wishing-0n-dandelions]

[OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER]

All is quiet within this odd section of woods. Far too quiet. The trees twist and writhe, to create a pathway through the forest. The dirt path is well-tread. As you walked, you'd find yourself jostled about by the shifting path. Perhaps, you were used to this though? Or maybe, you had fallen asleep and woken up in an unfamiliar place.

As you exit that portion of the woods, you come across a clearing. And, sat on a tree stump in the middle of this meadow, walled off by gnarled limbs of ancient trees, is a lithe figure playing an intricately carved harp. The figure dons an Emerald green cloak, fastened by a sword pin. Their face is obscured, but their long, curly red hair is not.

They do not seem to care that you are watching, as they continue to play seemingly unaware of your approach.

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[[ OOC: My first ever like. Roleplay thingy on tumblr- not sure if I'm doing this right?

Open to non-Celtic characters as well! Just, instead of being in camp proper, you've probabaly entered it in a dream, which can happen! Tara is weird :3

Celtic Demigod taglist:

@lughs-lightheaded-son

@daughter-of-the-cailleach

@calista-croia

@ronan-child-of-ogham

@evamae-brigidisntfrigid

@gardnros

[ As always lemme know if you don't want to be tagged]

[strawberris-dream]

Yes I have a voice kink and yes, most accents can be hot…

But British and Irish guys are something else. A single voice note and my legs are spread 🤭

[annuskabriar]

europes small wild cats! the scottish wildcat is actually a subspecies of the european wildcat but since theyre iconic and since there'd otherwise only be three on this one i thought i'd em. on etsy as a print here and as a sticker pack here!

[roxanneslosteyes]

Minor spoilers for Raveyard

Basically the Bouncer at Door 14:

[loquaciousquark]

Hey Loquaciousquark, I've been reading your Tavstarion fics and absolutely loving them! I also really like your Tavish, she is a joy to read. I also hear everything she says in a Scottish accent, and it makes everything even better!!!

I name Tavish's brother something VERY SLIGHTLY SCOTTISH and my God does the movie night discord come out slavering for blood

the worst part is I can't even tell which one of you this is!! I'm laying 75-25 odds on @bettydice over @mystery-moose but you're both bloody MENACES

[justcallhimgerry]

Just Gerry, watching you as he sits by the crackling fire 🔥

[emilythedog661-tf2]

HAPPY BDAY!!! Maskless spy and Demoman maybe? Like demo kissing spy’s forehead

Here you go! and Thank you 😋

Maskless spy getting a not drunk kiss from Demoman (I think i like this ship, it's cute and this is definitely a underrated ship IMO) 😄

[the-mourning-moon-sheds-no-tears]

[ Open Starter] Cillian's day in charge

You had been participating in one of Camp Tara's combat-games, where somehow you'd managed to recieve a serious, and possibly dumb wound. You had been led to the Infirmary, where a young man with blonde hair has his back to the door, hunched over a stack of files.

[ Open to Non-Tara Demigods!

If you're not from the camp, then you can have been visiting ]

[Let me know if you want to be added to our tag list for starters:

Taglist:

@iceweavercatlover ]

[ingravinoveritas]

Revisiting a poll that I conducted last year to see what everyone's thoughts are now that we have David's take on his and Michael's kiss in GO 2...

[countrymusiclover]

10 - Me Wee Barin

Part 11

The Siphoning Princess

For reference now Jaide ( Renae ) is going to have a Scottish accent since Rumplestilskin ( Robert, his actor has a Scottish accent ) ❤️

Tag list [ @mystrey101 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @onentaien-kwara @melvia-ito @child-of-of-the-sunshine

Graham had picked me and my daughter up and drove us to the hospital rather than having us walk all the way to the hospital. The wolf and cliff incident had shaken me a little bit for sure. Parking the police car as close to the hospital as we could get we walked inside the three of us. Graham and I had been waiting in the lobby while they checked out my daughter first.

Footsteps came around the corner causing me to jump up from my chair clasping my hands together seeing Dr. Whale. “How is she, Dr?”

“You have nothing to worry about. She’s just got a few cuts but they’ll heal. She’s a tough kid you’ve got there.” He responded by shoving his hands inside the pockets of his white hospital coat.

Slumping my shoulders in relief I released a breath I was holding inside. “Thank you, Dr. Whale.”

“Let’s get you checked out now shall we?” Whale extended his arm out in the direction of the hallway.

Graham rose from his chair about to follow us until his radio rang off meaning he was getting called into work. “Ah man. I have to go. Call me later and give me an update on how you are.” He stepped forward kissing my forehead before he walked out of the hospital lobby.

“I will.” I replied following the Dr down the hallway for the checkup. He ran a few tests and did some blood work that left me sitting in one of the hospital rooms waiting for the results to come back. Tapping one of my boots on the tile floor out of nervous anticipation I was lost in my own head until someone called my name.

“Renae, what are you doing here?”

Turning my head towards the doorway I parted my lips not expecting to come across him. “David, hi. Uh - Tessa and I went out into the woods and sort of fell off a cliff. So they’re checking us out for any injuries.”

“Hopefully nothing is broken or bruised on you two.”

Nodding my head I raised a brow. “Yeah, hopefully. What are you doing here? I thought they had discharged you already.”

“I was discharged but Dr. Whale told me I have to come to the hospital for check in’s and you know walk around the area for an hour or so. Basically just to monitor how I am doing I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders tilting his head towards the doorway behind him. “Would you wanna get out of here and help me out with my little delema?”

Sparing a glance down to my boots with a low chuckle. “Is Prince Charming wanting to escape his castle prison.”

“Charming?” He raised a brow.

“Sorry, I’ve been reading my daughter way too many fairytale books lately.” Sliding down from the operating table with my shoes making a sound when they hit the floor I faced my body towards him. “We just have to grab Tessa and then we can go.”

“Hi mama.” Tessa poked her head inside the hospital room.

Putting my hands on my hips I slightly glared at her. “You were supposed to stay in the waiting room and not go off with strangers, little miss.”

“David’s not a stranger.”

Clicking my tongue she made a good point. “I guess so.”

“He’s my daddy.”

Knitting my brows I swore I heard her call him dad like in Henry’s story. “Sorry he’s your what?”

“Renae, are you okay?” David questions me pulling me from whatever trick my mind was playing on at that moment.

“Uh yeah. I’ll grab my jacket and we can go.”

The three of us had left the hospital going to the paved trails that went out into the woods slightly away from the hospital. Tessa was walking ahead of us picking off different colored leaves from the trees that she could reach from her level. “Can I ask you a personal question about Tessa if that’s okay with you?” David broke the silence that had fallen between the two of us.

I kept walking and he kept up to toe with me where I could look at him from the corner of my eye. “What’s your question?”

“You said she loves fairytales so when is her birthday?”

Stopping in my tracks I parted my mouth opened slightly, not sure how to tell him no. “David, you, you really don’t have to get her anything.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” His bright baby blues met my gaze. “Just tell me her birthday is, please Renae.”

Briefly closing my eyes I muttered to him. “May 15th.”

“Okay, so in two days. I can work with that.” He whispered to himself making me shake my head smiling at how thoughtful he was being for a child who wasn’t even his own.

The wind softly blew some of my hair in front of my face before I silently stared at the man in front of me. Tessa was right in saying he did resemble what Prince Charming could look like. “So uh - have any of your memories come back yet. I know the doctors said it would take time.”

“Unfortunately no. It’s like I woke up in some strange land. There’s only one thing in this whole place that feels right to me.” David turns to face me, locking his gaze down to mine.

Parting my lips slightly I whispered his name taken back by how close our bodies were to each other. Our noses were brushing against each other. “And what’s that -“

“You.” He lifted a hand up to the side of my face, cradling it in his hand and used his other to brush some locks of hair from my eyes. “I can’t explain it, Renae. I just know what I feel about you. But I swear you’re the only thing in this whole place that feels right…you and Tessa.”

“David. I - I don’t know what to say.”

He begged not moving away from me till he finished his sentence. “Just tell me the truth of how you feel.”

“I - I don’t know how I feel.”

“Renae - Mary Margaret?” He quickly drew away from me where I whipped my head around seeing his wife walking up to us.

She asked him shifting her gaze to me. “David. Why is she with you?”

“I should go.” Spinning on my feet I ran forward dragging my daughter with me until we got to the car and I dropped her off at the station with Emma for a few hours needing to clear my head. Once leaving the hospital I made my way back home walking past Mr. Gold’s pawnshop, but parked my vehicle outside the store. Normally I would just pass it by without a thought, yet something drew me there this afternoon.

Walking around the shop I paused, coming across a glass unicorn chandelier that would most likely hang over a baby's crib. It was so beautiful to me so I had to brush my fingers over one of the unicorns. “Find something ye like, Ms. Hunter?” Mr. Gold revealed himself from behind the back curtain, coming over to admire the object I was looking at.

Looking at the owner of the object I smiled. “I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere before.”

“I remember the day I gave this to you, me wee bairn.”

“Wee barin.” I muttered under my breath, shutting my eyes seeing something flash in my mind.

“Papa, how am I supposed tae get ma memories back before the curse is broken. That canae be possible.” I questioned my father.

He sent me a soft smile. “What did I call ye when ye were younger?”

“Me wee barin.” I responded back to him.

“Once ye’ve heard me say that word ye will remember me every time we are together.”

“I love ye, papa.” Wrapping my arms around my father I saw the dark curse smoke coming through the balcony door of my chambers, heading straight for us.

Rumplestilskin, my father kissed my forehead. “I love ye, Jaide me wee barrin.”

Blinking my eyes a few times it took me a moment to register who was really standing in front of me. The man dressed in a suit calling me his “little baby” wasn’t a pawnshop owner, but was my father Rumplestilskin. “A’v missed ye, papa.” Zooming across the wooden floor I launched my arms out and around his neck in a long overdue hug.

“A’v missed ye too, Jaide.” He squeezed me tightly against his chest, crying into my shoulder for a moment until I drew my head back when something didn’t add up right.

“Is the Huntsman really Tessa’s father?”

Rumplestilskin blankly stared down at his daughter, giving her a disappointed expression on his face. “That’s something up for a later discussion, lass.” Regina’s curse or rather his curse was much stronger than he thought. Still having a hold on the only child he had left in his life.