#highland park 18

[shutterandsentence]

"What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off? And if he finds it, truly I tell you, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety-nine that did not wander off. In the same way, your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should perish."

-Matthew 18:12-14

Photo: Scottish Highlands, UK

[thorsenmark]

Forest and Peaks of Coconino National Forest by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the north-northeast while taking in views across a nearby forest and peaks present along the Fay Canyon Trail in Coconino National Forest.

[thebookshopofnightingales]

in the backseat of his car

Aziraphale x reader (x Crowley at the end)

summary: a quick trip to Scotland to retrieve a book quickly turns into something a little less innocent...

cw: 18+ only!! smut asf, dirty talk, the Bentley being used for unholy reasons, thigh riding, reader pronouns not specified but 'good girl' is used, very slight hair pulling, switch!Aziraphale and switch!reader, dom!Crowley, handjobs, hickeys/bruises

word count: 1.1k

A/N: my first fic! (on this account, anyway) and we're straight into the smut hehe. I may or may not have started a part 2 so let me know if you wanna read that too. happy reading😈

You and that sweet-talking Angel of yours have somehow managed to convince Crowley to let you borrow his beloved Bentley to the Scottish highlands. Aziraphale caught wind of a particular first-edition that he just had to get his wings on. He was practically begging Crowley to take his car, and you have never been to Scotland so hoped to accompany him. Needless to say, after some heavy praise and the two of you worshipping him in bed, he reluctantly agreed.

You admire the hilly landscape on your left, and the angelic being on your right.

“Darling, you’re staring again.” His eyes don’t leave the road as he speaks. Such a soft voice, you think. But only you know just how filthy his mouth can get.

“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you look so good driving Crowley’s car.” You bite your lip, of which Aziraphale catches a glimpse of. You know the smallest gestures that get him shifting in his seat. You smirk to yourself. Slowly, your hand caresses his gorgeous thigh, moving ever so slightly higher and higher, until-

“Oh-” Aziraphale releases a heavy breath once you reach his crotch, palming him over his trousers as you feel him beginning to harden under your touch.

“My sweet Angel is already getting hard for me.” You purr into his ear. He whimpers, and writhes in his confinements, groaning at the friction.

When he has become completely hard, you lick your lips and remove your hand. He audibly whines at the loss of your touch.

“God, what are you doing to me?” You’re not sure if he said ‘God’ because he hears you say it so much, or because he’s actually asking, but there are times when Aziraphale becomes so worked up that a blasphemy or two will escape his sweet lips. And you’re not complaining.

You leave Aziraphale high and dry for the rest of the ride, eager fantasising about what’ll happen once you arrive, every so often sneaking peeks at his full blown erection from within his trousers and the way he has a light shine of sweat over his beautiful face. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

You shift over to the driver’s seat while Aziraphale is retrieving his book, watching him through the window with your bottom lip between your teeth, ready to pull off as soon as he sits down. With so much energy and excitement pulsing from your head down to your core, you need him here and now. 

Except it can’t be here.

“My dear, why are you sitting in the driver’s seat?” Aziraphale asks through the window. “You know I’m a much safer driver. You drive like Crowley.”

“Oh, my angel, you’ll be fine. Now get in the damned car.” You reply with a knowing smirk.

You whiz through the roads, barely sparing a couple of oblivious pedestrians. Aziraphale hides behind his book.

Finally, you find a secluded parking area overlooking a beautiful Scottish view just as the sun has set. As the sky is growing darker, so are your eyes.

“Get in the back seat.” You order Aziraphale. He can’t help the twitch of his cock at your tone and does as you say. As you climb over to straddle his lap, he moves your hips so you're just straddling just one of his thighs. Your eyes widen with lust and you let out a small moan just at the idea of what’s about to happen. He leans his lips to your ear as he pulls your hair back slightly.

“I’m in charge now, my dear.” He whispers, before moving to kiss and nibble at your neck.

“Fuck, yes Angel.” You moan breathlessly as your head falls back. With a snap of his fingers, you are suddenly left in just your underwear. He grips onto your hips and begins guiding your heat over his thigh. The friction is delicious and you begin to grind harder against him, moaning at the sensation. Aziraphale lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, beginning to leave your wetness on his trousers. You can see the tent beginning to form, so you run your fingers over his clothed crotch and let them slide beneath the waistband. This time Aziraphale lets his head fall against the back seat and you descend your lips to his neck, sucking just under his ear enough to leave a mark. You kiss the bruise you’ve left and hum at the sinful sight of a hickey on your Angel. His grip gets tighter on your hips, surely leaving bruises of his own.

You begin stroking his length faster as you begin to reach your climax. He tenses his thigh more to intensify your pleasure. It’s all breathy moans and each other's names on your tongues.

He pulls your hand from his cock and leans it on his shoulder. He’s always enjoyed being able to truly bask in your pleasure with no distractions.

“Fuck, Aziraphale, this feels so good, I’m so close.” You’re breathless and moaning as you grind harder and faster. Aziraphale, one hand still on your hip, takes the other to lightly brush your hair behind your ear.

“Come for me, my dear. Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”

His dirty words send you over the edge and have you coming undone hard on his thigh.

“Aziraphale, Angel, fuck!” You almost scream it feels that heavenly. You ride out your orgasm with your mouth wide and face contorted by pleasure. You collapse against his chest, lazily reaching back down for his still aching cock. He groans and deeply chuckles, and you can feel the resonance from his chest.

“I like when you let sin fall from your lips, Angel.” You purr, using your thumb to lightly tug on his lower lip. There’s so much lust in his eyes that you would never be able to tell that he’s one of Heaven’s ones.

“It’s because you tempt it out of me.” You feign shock at his remark. “Oh, come on, darling, you can’t pretend that you don’t have a little of the Devil in you.” 

You bite your lip. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A crackle of the radio interrupts the moment. Except you’re not expecting Crowley’s voice.

“Well, aren’t you two a salacious pair? Remember, I can feel everything that happens to and in this car. So imagine my surprise when I’m locking up your bookshop and suddenly I’m hard as a rock.” His words surprise you and your hand comes to your mouth, failing to hide your grin of excitement from your Demon’s words.

“Oh. Oh dear.” Aziraphale musters.

“Oh dear indeed, Angel.” You can hear Crowley’s gritted teeth through the speaker of the car and you chuckle with your lip between your teeth. “And don’t think I can’t tell that your hand is still wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, my love.”

“Crowley, don’t be so- oh, Heavens.” Aziraphale moans as you suddenly tighten your grip and work your hand faster. 

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[last-starry-sky]

✨Welcome, enjoy your stay🌙

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About me:

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

- character tag - x reader tag - ghost/soap tag - ghost/soap/reader tag - Phantom!Ghost ((this is baby's first fic. pls don't read it. also, i'm never going to finish it lmao)) Girl's Night Out: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 pt1 - Chapter 2 pt2 - Chapter 2 pt3 - ((Chapter 3 is up next!)) Babysitting with Totally Platonic Roommate!Simon: Chapter 1 Size Kink prompt for lovely anon❤️ Jealous Simon/bi!reader prompt for anon - part 2

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

- character tag - x reader tag - Medieval Highlander AU: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - ((Part 4 may be the last one. We'll see if I ever feel like writing it.))

John Price

- character tag - x reader tag - put your ear to my heart//or set your teeth against my throat

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

- character tag - x reader tag -

141 x reader

let it out[COMPLETE]: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Phillip Graves

- character tag - x reader tag - too sweet: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - ((Ch. 5 is A Thing and will happen))

Misc:

- König x reader tag - character tag -

WIP List:

Girl's Night Out ch. 3 (also the goddamn finale)

too sweet Ch 5

an unnamed Gaz fic (or two, we'll see how spicy I feel) that expands on a random idea post I put out a few months ago.

maybe an expansion/rewrite of put your ear to my heart, bc something about park ranger price/shifter price is so ❤️

uhhhh the cnc ghost thing i've had kicking around FORVER?

[lokisgoodgirl]

Highland Fling: The Battlements [Avenger!/Kilted! Loki x Fem. Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (8) Suddenly Loki’s ‘True Scotsman’ comment makes a lot more sense. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Kilted! Loki. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Hostility. Jealousy. (w/c 2.8k)

The floor swayed as you squirmed on the god's shoulder, his grip tight beneath your ass as he kicked open the centuries-old oak door with a single shattering crunch. “Loki-” you gasped as he set you down carelessly, a harsh wind whipping your hair. You stumbled, reaching out and grabbing the rugged stone of the battlements, slick and cold.

It was raining. But it was Scotland, so of course it was. He stepped back silently while you adjusted to your unexpected surroundings. Something was different, and it wasn’t just Loki’s outfit.

You scanned the view from the battlements, realising that the parked cars and paved roads from earlier were inexplicably gone. Wild trees grew sporadically around the castle, untamed heather and bogs stretching across the landscape to meet unspoilt mountainous glen. Flashes of steel lay strewn as far as the eye could see, dull in the rays of sinking dusk behind a blanket of clouds. Helmets and axes and swords and banners lay abandoned amongst the vegetation, a wave of foreboding making your stomach churn. The air was heavy with the scent of copper. The scent of death. “Loki…” you whispered fearfully, whipping round to meet his contemplating stare. “There has been a battle…” he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He took three short steps towards you, punctuating each one with a single word. “Bloody. Short. Fierce.” “I...what is this?” you muttered, looking again across the impossible landscape and back to the kilted warrior in front of you. “A memory…” he growled, hot in your ear as his body pushed flush to yours.

The base of your back hit the stone, realising that instead of your fifties swing dress...it was now a dress of even greater vintage that you wore. Rough natural cotton hung loose around your body, a simple belt gathering in the waist. “A memory...” you repeated sceptically, frowning as Loki took a step back, letting you appraise him. His hair was longer now, rough waves hanging low and wild past his collarbone. Dark curls were gathered messily where they had dried, crusted with sweat and blood. Gone was the pristine kilt ensemble that hung so beautifully on his muscular body during the wedding; and in its place, a true highlander from the pages of history. Muted woollen tartan was slung around his hips, tears in the hem from wear and stains of mud and violence. Matching material was fastened in a sash around his shoulder, set with a jagged clan pin, a wide-buckled belt circling his waist pulled tight. A dark tunic hung undone, dulled silver buttons fastened beneath a thick utilitarian leather strap horizontal over his chest. Jesus fucking Christ you thought, feeling your breaths quicken as you lowered your eyes to take in the heavy boots caked with grime on his feet, cut off just below his bare knees. In his hand, he held a broadsword; fresh blood still smeared down its length. Your fingers grasped at the flat surface of the wall behind you, suddenly wondering how far it would be to jump. “Loki...I-”

He cast the sword aside with a clatter on the stone. One of his rough hands cupped your cheek, locking you in a devastating kiss as a growl rumbled in his throat. “You mocked me with your careless jibes, Agent...but you forget yourself.” he muttered, trailing his bloodied knuckles between your breasts. “You see only the god who lives in your inane fantasies and indulges your shallow needs. The one you think you can bend to your petty whims in your irritating naivety.” You gasped as his hand cupped between your legs, pressing up on your achingly wet core through the unfamiliar cloth. Nerves sizzled beneath his touch, adrenaline soaked pleasure eliciting a whimpering mewl from your lips. You bit down sharply, not wanting to give away just how arousing you were finding this whole ridiculous situation. “'Petty whims' is a bit rich coming from you...” you sneered, glancing over the side of the steep drop and back to his smouldering eyes. “I seriously doubt you were involved in anything as beneath you as a clan feud.” Loki hummed thoughtfully, watching your face as your eyelids fluttered shut beneath the movement of his palm. “Is that so?” he hummed. He rubbed his flattened fingers against your sex, the rough cotton of the dress tugging your delicate clit. “You know nothing, Agent.” he purred malevolently. “I am endless. I am a god. And I will ensure you do not forget whom it is who truly fucks you.” Loki’s parted lips caressed your earlobe, sucking roughly before giving it a sharp nip. His voice was course, staggering over every hushed word. “You could have a thousand lovers and each of their names would evaporate like smoke. Only I will remain.” “This is an illusion...Loki..like everything about you-” you stammered defiantly while bucking into his touch. Hard tendrils of hair grazed your cheek as he pressed you against the battlements with his kilted hips, malevolent rumbles simmering through his chest to yours. “Everything is an illusion” he groaned, stooping and gathering your dress in a fist before twisting it upward. “Everything but the pleasure that only I can give you.” Soft drops of rain hit your face as you turned it to the sky, dark clouds threatening overhead. Thunder rolled as you felt yourself grasp at his tunic, heavy metal buttons catching your fingertips as you tried to push it off his shoulders. “No need for that, lass” he gasped gruffly, hoisting you to sit on the wet wall of the castle. You wrapped your glistening forearms around his neck, seeing fat drops of rain slide down his cheekbones in slow motion. The dirt caking his face gave way, a line of fair skin revealed beneath each track as the raindrops hung on his jaw before falling below. He slid the fabric of your dress up your widened thighs, squeezing his hands around the soft flesh. “Are you afraid?” he goaded, feeling you tremble from the chill. You shook your head, fire in your eyes. He may be powerful, dramatic and fucking stubborn; you thought as your fingers pulled the thick fold of his kilt between your open thighs. But so am I. “Just cold.” you snapped, before pulling him by the sash into a ravenous kiss. The force sent you rocking backwards, leaning dangerously over the side of the battlements. Loki’s tongue jammed into your mouth, shallow pants slipping down the back of your throat. “Not for long.” he panted, pulling your lip between his teeth as sharp rain slapped against your skin.

Your fingers clawed at the thick wool of his kilt, delving beneath endless layers of folding fabric until you found what you craved. Loki let out a simmering moan as you wrapped the digits around his cock, furiously hard and hot in your grip. “See what you do to me, infuriating woman.” Loki grunted, pressing himself further between your legs. The fronts of his thighs were flush against the wet stone, his enormous cock dabbing your entrance. Loki tightened his grip on your hips, balancing you on the narrow parapet. The scratch of his kilt tingled your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist, willing him to fill you already. “Does your other lover fuck you thus?” Loki purred, rubbing the wide tip teasingly between your folds. His hair had begun to soak through, sodden coils of darkness sticking to his sharp cheekbones. The heavy tunic he wore was damp, a heavy musk filling your nostrils as Loki edged himself inside with a low groan. Your eyes rolled back, arching against the feeling of Loki’s manhood squeezing past every inch of your manufactured resistance. “Does he make you feel like I do? Does he know how to fuck you like I do...” he goaded, before bottoming out with a guttural grunt. “Yes.” you moaned, the pleasure doubled as you relished the god’s confused growl of disapproval. He rutted harshly against your core, his primal possessiveness threatening to consume you both as your fingers grasped at the folds of tartan gathered over his thighs. “Liar.” he muttered through heavy breaths, pulling your hips forward deeper onto his throbbing cock. “You’d k-know...dickhead.” you gasped, as one of Loki’s hands left your waist and gripped the raised column of stone to your side. He propelled himself upward, punctured moans of pleasure rolling alongside the thunder in the distance as Loki made reality shift beneath the wave of his hips. A thick crunch sounded as a chunk of the pillar crumbled in his grip, the whites of his knuckles visible through the brownish crust of blood clinging to them. Crushed debris fell as his fingers loosened, staring at you with a violent lust. “I stood with this clan while they took back their rightful lands...this c-castle, their kingdom…” he grunted, throwing his head back. Rain fell relentlessly over you both, glistening on his brow scrunched to the sky. You yanked the tartan sash around his shoulder, pulling him into another messy kiss to shut him the hell up. He tore back defiantly, the pierce of his glare making you clench. “I slaughtered by their side. Stirred their passions for the injustice of their plight. Vengeance, Agent...is not a task I take lightly. Nor one I would embellish.” he growled, pumping his thighs upward to your tight heat. “And neither is pleasure.” “Oh g-god, L-Loki…” you moaned, bursting with the infectious gravitas of his words. He growled darkly, beginning to come undone as he sought balance against the pillar he’d almost destroyed.

“F-fuck you’re unbearably p-perfect, aren’t you...” he sneered, sinking his fingertips into one of your thighs wrapped around his hips. “Made for my cock, Agent. M-made to take my uhhh...faen...might.” You wound your fingers in his soaking hair, tugging it back the way you’d grown to know he liked. Nice and tight.

He hissed, baring his teeth. “Maybe you’re made to pleasure me, Laufeyson.” you panted, seeing his eyebrows slant as he danced on the edge of exploding deep inside your wet heat. “Or maybe not...I’m still waiting for you to go d-down on me, m-maybe you’re not as gifted as you...uhhh..think.” The rough wool of his kilt chafed your inner thighs as he quickened the pace, your fingers digging into his scalp. “How dare you.” he spat through gritted teeth, drool gathering at the corners of his mouth as he fought release. “That act requires a certain level of...oh, fuckme. That’s it. That’s.it...-level of trust. Do you t-trust me now, Agent?” Your head fell back, feeling yourself hover dangerously over the side of the battlement held only by Loki’s hand around your waist. He lowered you further. The drop must have been more than fifty feet, but you didn’t care. A primal orgasm was bubbling like a tide, walls beginning to spasm around the thick cock pulsing maddeningly inside your traitorous cunt. “Loki..” you panted, a whimper getting lost on a particularly strong gust of wind as rain whipped your cheeks. “Do you trust me?” he repeated loudly, hair plastered across his glistening forehead. “I don’t know!” you cried, as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?”

Suddenly his hand was gone from your waist, placed on the column at his other side. Loki’s arms were spread like he was sitting on a throne, kilt drawn askew as he continued to fuck you mercilessly over the side of the castle in the midst of the howling storm. You tightened your legs around his waist as he edged you backwards, nudging your lower back closer to the wall’s limit. You felt too fucking good to be afraid. The curve of your ass scraped against the wet stone as Loki’s fingertips sank into the slippery flesh of your thighs. If he wanted to, he could flip me right off this wall and I couldn’t stop him, you thought with a surge of adrenaline; another devastating wave of pleasure rolling through your body. It was an out of body experience, and you were suddenly aware your hands travelling up your dripping neck, pressing against your temples before stretching over your head into the darkening gloom. “Agent.” Loki panted, a tinge of alarm in his voice as your hips juddered against him; willing him to go faster. A harsh wind blew, wet needles buffeting against the delicate skin of your outstretched arms. One hand gripped the other wrist as you slid back on forth on his cock, guided by the god holding your thighs as your head fell back. Limp. I guess I do trust him, go figure; you thought, before everything went blurry. Blood thundered in your ears as you came with a strangled yell against the wind, clamping desperately as your pelvis pressed down on the angle between you. “Fuck. Agent.” Loki growled, before falling apart with a thunderous roar. You craned upward to catch a glimpse of him, silhouetted against the turret. His hair was a black slick, beads of rain coating his lashes which rolled down his jaw. From this angle, he was a god; positioned between your spread thighs while he milked every drop of himself into your willing pussy.

The tartan sash had slipped down his shoulder, the thick leather strap diagonal on his chest straining against the pressure of his obscenely powerful climax. Veins in his neck stood taut, that bladed jaw pointed upward as he moaned your name towards the moon, shrouded by malevolent cloud. He fell forward. A final shudder accidentally jolting your ass over the edge of the battlement with a wobble. “Loki!” you gasped, hands flying to grab onto him just as his own snapped to your waist. Your fingers wound in the thick kilt fabric covering his thighs, now thoroughly sodden. “Apologies.” he murmured weakly as you scooted towards him.

“So much for trusting you.” you huffed, releasing a hand from his kilt to peel the soaking dress down your thighs. “Not so fast…” he hummed, halting the movement. “Loki it’s freezing.” you said half-heartedly, curiosity making your stomach flip. The kilted god silently sank to his knees, pushing your trembling legs wider apart. “Hold on to the pillars…” he murmured, nodding to the high portions of battlement on either side of you. You raised an eyebrow sceptically. “Just do it.” he snapped, rolling his eyes before latching his mouth on the inside of your knee. You did what he asked. Loki’s tongue was deliciously warm against the chill. It moved in massaging waves, every torturous inch accompanied with a graze of his teeth as he worked up the leg. You squirmed, feeling his hot seed beginning to weep from your entrance. From previous experience, you knew there would be a lot of it. You gasped as his tongue found your pussy with one soft, wide lick from the base of the stone to below your clit. A muffled groan of satisfaction sounded from between your thighs, the scoop of his muscle dipping inside your messy heat. Collecting himself. Loki withdrew, licking his lips with a coy smile. “It’s quite the delicacy, Agent. You really should try it.” Of course he loves the taste of his own cum. You tilted your head, trailing a thumb against the corner of his mouth as it twitched.

“You missed a bit.” you murmured, before bringing it to your lips. Loki watched in fascination as you sucked it clean, making sure the hollow of your cheekbones planted the image you wanted it to in his mind. You were sure you saw him flinch. Loki’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “It’s alright.” you shrugged, watching his lip curl in a knowing smirk. It was fucking delicious, and he knew it. Like liquid ambrosia. With a hint of...vanilla? You made a mental note to procure a full serving. Without breaking eye-contact, he lowered again. You gripped the stone pillars on either side for dear life, eyelids fluttering shut as he licked another wide stripe through your folds. His lips fastened around your clit, sucking gently as his soft moans vibrated against your slit.

Loki’s tongue swirled in every way you didn’t know you needed, each skilful bob of his head making your eyes roll back. His tongue flattened, lapping with more finesse than you thought possible.

Hell, he actually is amazing at this. Shit, you thought regretfully before a loud whine of his name filled the air. You rocked into him, the urge to push his angular face further into your desperate pussy almost overwhelming. Sighs of pleasure wafted over his head as you tangled your hand in his soaking hair, lost in the feeling of him buried between your open thighs. “God...Loki...y-yes...more, don’t st-” And suddenly, it was gone.

Your head snapped up, brow furrowed. “That’s enough for now.” Loki said abruptly, the kilt sticking to the outline of his thighs as he stood and extended his hand.

“I told you...I never lie about vengeance. Or pleasure.” The skin around his mouth was sticky with your wetness, taunting evidence of his upper-hand. "Especially when it comes to my...gifts, as you so kindly noted." The audacity of this motherfuc-, you thought as you hopped down from the battlements, ignoring his offer. The sodden dress clung to your curves, hair plastered in thick tendrils to your skin as you gave Loki your steeliest glare. “Next time, darling.” Loki quipped mockingly, unable to contain his mirth at your annoyance. “Who says there’s going to be a next time?” you muttered under your breath. Loki moved his hands together, a pale glow beginning to radiate from them as the illusion began to break. “There’s always a next time, Agent.” he chuckled, as a blinding light began to bubble between his palms. “Trust me.”

To be continued in Crossed Swords Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

BOOTLEGS 2023

The year is winding down, so it's time to look back at the last 12 month's crop of live tapes. Crowd noise, tape hiss, distortion, murk ... and plenty of magic, people! As I do this year after year, I ask myself: "Why do I do this year after year?" I guess it's a habit I can't break. But I do love something about these cloudy recordings — the immediacy, the imperfections, the possibilities. Each bootleg, no matter how lo-fi, contains a glimmer of hope, a potential for beauty and transcendence. The fact that not all of them (few of them, in fact!) really deliver on that promise is part of the deal. The search continues!

Anyhoo, here's a sampling of the Doom & Gloom goods from 2023 to get you caught up ... thank you to the tapers, the archivists, the fans, the innocents.

Sonic Youth - #SonicSummer (Live 1981-2011)

Mazzy Star - The Mint, Los Angeles, California, July 15, 1993

Television - Max’s Kansas City, New York City, August 28, 1974

The Flying Burrito Brothers - Altamont Speedway, Tracy, California, December 6, 1969

Damon & Naomi - Best Video Film & Cultural Center, Hamden, Connecticut, May 12, 2023

Sandy Denny + John Martyn - Sundown Theatre, London, England, October 26, 1972

John Fahey - Carnegie Hall, New York City, Sept. 21, 1973

Neil Young with Booker T. & The MG’s - Los Angeles Sports Arena, Los Angeles, California, September 11, 1993

Prairiewolf - Paradise Found Records, Boulder, Colorado, July 1, 2023

The Band - Wollman Skating Rink, Central Park, New York City, June 30, 1971

PJ Harvey - McCabe’s Guitar Shop, Santa Monica, California, September 25, 1993

Van Morrison - Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, Massachusetts, March 14, 1974

The Velvet Underground - The Playhouse, Edinburgh, Scotland, June 1, 1993 (Soundcheck)

Loose Fur - The Double Door, Chicago, Illinois, May 14, 2000

Stephen Malkmus - Mr. T’s Bowl, Highland Park, California, August 13, 1998

Yo La Tengo - The Grotto, New Haven, Connecticut, October 23, 1987

Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - Town Hall, New York City, October 9, 1976

The Cramps - Toad’s Place, New Haven, Connecticut, February 20, 1992

The Dream Syndicate - Crystal Ballroom, Somerville, Massachusetts, September 18, 2022

Gram Parsons - Max’s Kansas City, New York City, March 9, 1973

Tom Verlaine - The Roxy, West Hollywood, California, October 17, 1981

Lou Reed & The Tots - Humpin’ Hannah’s, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, January 20, 1973

Elizabeth Cotten - Euphoria Tavern, Portland, Oregon, February 19, 1975

Sonny Rollins and his Jazz Ensemble - East River Park Amphitheatre, New York City, August 7, 1962

[lantur]

I got back from Peru this morning after an overnight flight from Lima. :) It's been wonderful to be with Derek and Westin again, and to nap and relax after a 10-day trip!

Unorganized thoughts,

The Inca Trail was the most intense, demanding physical experience of my life. The group my friend and I were with hiked 26 miles/41 kilometers over 4 days, in rough terrain including the highlands of the Andes, the Amazon, and the cloud forests of Peru. The hike was at altitude, at an elevation nearing 13,828 feet/4,215 meters - which I struggled with, coming from living at sea level. I learned that I'm fit on sea level, but NOT at altitude. I also caught a pretty bad cold from another group member overnight on Day 3, which made Day 3 and Day 4's hikes extra challenging.

We were up at 4:30 AM every morning (3:30 AM on our final day to reach Machu Picchu), and due to my slower pace/altitude struggles, I usually had ~10-12 hours of hiking steep inclines and inclines. It was really so hard and I had to be very careful on the steep, rocky steps. The hiking poles saved me! We had to ascend and descend four mountains over the course of our hike. Ascents were really challenging for me due to shortness of breath at altitude. Descents were easier on my cardiovascular system, but required a lot of concentration to make sure I didn't miss my footing and fall down steep, uneven stone steps. Each step was about 12 to 18 inches high, which is significant for my friend and I, who are under five feet tall.

We also camped every night for 3 nights, in tents, which I've never done before. Our group bonded over the struggles of surviving the hideous campsite bathrooms, not being able to shower for four days, finding safe and private places to use the bathroom in the wild, staying warm at night, staying dry in the constant rain on day 2, and our feet and legs killing us at the end of the day. We ate every breakfast, lunch, dinner, and teatime together, and I liked everyone in the group. :) We enjoyed our time together and talked a lot.

We got to explore several Inca ruins on the way to Machu Picchu, and Machu Picchu itself was incredible. The scenery and views along the hike - the mountains, the jungle, the cloud forest - made it worth it, despite how physically difficult it was. I've never seen anything like it before. The sound of the birds singing in the jungle, the llamas and alpacas in the mountains, the butterflies, the rainforest flora... That was amazing.

One of my favorite memories was Thursday morning, when we all woke up at 3:30 AM and hiked in the dark to be among the first at the checkpoint to enter. We all brushed our teeth in the forest around the trail and hung out until the sun rose at 5:30 AM and we could enter the park. :)

My friend and I spent Friday chilling out in Cusco and recovering from our hike. We were SO tired when we got back to our hotel on Thursday night, and so relieved to finally shower and sleep in a real bed. We traveled from Cusco to Lima to Atlanta/Miami to Minneapolis. I got home this morning around 10:45 and I've literally just been sitting on the sofa or napping. Doing post-trip laundry was the big accomplishment of the day, lmao.

This was such an adventure. I'm so glad I could do it, and return safe. It was wonderful to experience South America for the first time, and I hope to go back many times. It was wonderful to completely disconnect with no phone/internet while I was in the mountains. The whole experience was a test of my physical and mental endurance, and my ability to be out of my comfort zone - but as I told my friend when we got back, while I was on the trail, simply focusing on nature and getting through each ascent and descent safely, it let me forget about the things I've experienced this year. My dad dying, estrangement from my mom, the ongoing interpersonal stresses at work. It was a great way to close out my 30th year, which has also been my hardest year.

My 31st birthday is tomorrow. :)

[darkmaga-retard]

Parents, teachers, administrators, and librarians want to feel good about themselves and are not interested in education.

John Leake

Sep 09, 2024

Yesterday, here in Highland Park, Texas (an independent township in the middle of Dallas County) I bumped into a friend who has done a fine job of protesting the inclusion of a book titled All Boys Aren’t Blue in our Highland Park High School library.

She and her husband—who have children who went to Highland Park—felt that at least someone in our community should protest the school library being stocked with a book that presents the author’s “passion for exploring intersectional identities” and his passion for sex with multiple male partners.

Among the “glorious and gut-wrenching” anecdotes the author relates is an encounter when he was thirteen with his cousin. Later he recalls the event to his cousin.

You told me to take off my pajama pants, which I did. You then took off your shorts, followed by your boxers. There you stood in front of me fully erect and said, “Taste it.” At first, I laughed and refused. But then you said, “Come on, Matt, taste it. This is what boys like us do when we like each other.” I finally listened to you.

According to my friend who protested the book’s inclusion in the school library, many parents in Highland Park have accused her and her husband of protesting it solely because the sex scenes are between gay men. Would these parents approve if the above scene featured a 13-year-old girl being beseeched to kneel before her 18-year-old male cousin and give him oral sex?

My friend loaned me her copy of the book, which I skimmed this morning. To me, the most notable thing about it is that it is NOT educational. If any of the students (including gay boys) at Highland Park High School had actually read the book, it is doubtful they learned anything from it about coming of age, relationships, sex, or literary style. More so than anyone, gay boys could use serious and sophisticated adult guidance, and they are not going to receive it from All Boys Aren’t Blue.

[aimeedaisies]

The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in September 2023

02/09 The King and Queen, Princess Anne and Sir Tim attended the Braemar Gathering at the Princess Royal and Duke of Fife Memorial Park. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

03/09 (not counted) The King, Queen, Princess Anne, Sir Tim, PM Rishi Sunak and Akshata Murphy attended the Divine Service at Crathie Kirk Church. ⛪️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

06/09 (unofficial) Princess Anne, along with the Prince and Princess of Wales recorded a special episode of the Good, the Bad and the Rugby, with Mike Tindall, James Haskell and Alex Payne at Windsor Castle. 🏉

07/09 As President of the Riding for the Disabled Association, visited Digswell Place Group, Digswell Place Stables, Welwyn Garden City, to mark its 50th Anniversary. 🐎

As President of UK Fashion and Textile Association, visited MAES London Womenswear Manufacturer. 👗

Sir Tim represented Princess Anne at a Service of Thanksgiving for Sir Matthew Farrer (former Solicitor to the Late Queen) at St Magnus-The-Martyr Church in London. ⛪️

As Patron of the South Georgia Heritage Trust Princess Anne and Sir Tim, attended the Return of Sir Ernest Shackleton’s Quest Crow’s Nest Service at All Hallows by the Tower, followed by a Dinner at Trinity House. 🗺️🍽️

08/09 Participated in a Meeting via video link in her role of Chairman of the International Olympic Committee Members Election Commission. 🎥💻

11/09 At Gatcombe Park;

Presented The Princess Royal Award and Royal Dairy Innovation Award. 🏆

Held a Management Team Meeting for the Chaffinch Trust. 💼

Held a Management Team Meeting for Give Them a Sporting Chance. 🏏

12/09 As Patron of the Boston Stump Restoration and Development Appeal, visited completed restoration work at St Botolph's Church in Boston, Lincolnshire. ⛪️

As Patron of Magpas Air Ambulance Capital Campaign, opened a new Air Base at Alconbury Weald. 🚁

As Patron of Maritime UK, attended the London International Shipping Week Tenth Anniversary Reception at Mansion House. 🚢

13/09 In Northern Ireland Princess Anne;

Attended the Department for Business and Trade’s Northern Ireland Business Summit at the International Conference Centre Belfast. 💼

As Patron of the International Sheep Dog Society, lattended the World Sheep Dog Trials at Gill Hall Estate, Dromore. 🐑🐶

Unveiled a Royal British Legion Community Bench in Dromore Square, Dromore. 🌹

Attended the Department for Business and Trade’s Northern Ireland Business Summit Reception at Hillsborough Castle. 👔🇮🇪

14/09 Attended the British Equine Veterinary Association 2023 Congress at the International Convention Centre in Birmingham. 🩺🐴

As Patron of the Butler Trust visited Stonnall Road Approved Premises in Walsall. 🏠

Opened the Firefly Woods at Dorothy House Hospice, Winsley House. She unveiled a firefly dedicated to her late parents. 💡

15/09 As Patron of the Restorative Justice Council, opened the Restorative Justice Council Inaugural Northern Ireland Conference in Belfast, Northern Ireland. 🇮🇪⚖️

As Chancellor of the University of the Highlands and Islands, attended the North, West and Hebrides Annual Graduation Ceremony and Celebration of Success and Achievement at St Peter’s and St Andrew’s Church, Thurso. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🎓

18/09 The Princess Royal, As Guardian of Give Them A Sporting Chance, visited the Rivertime Boat Trust at the River and Rowing Museum in Henley on Thames. 🦽🚣‍♀️

As Patron of the National Transport Trust, attended the Annual Awards Ceremony at Fawley Hill Transport Museum, Henley-on-Thames. 🚂🥇

19/09 Visited the Our Cow Molly icecream parlour and dairy farm at Cliffe House Farm, Dungworth, Sheffield. 🍦🐮

Launched the Ethel Trust Community Barge PEARL at Victoria Quays and attended a Reception at the Quays Hotel Sheffield. 🚤

As Patron of the Royal College of Midwives, visited Doncaster Royal Infirmary Women’s and Children’s Hospital. 👶🤰

20/09 As Patron of Police Treatment Centres, visited the St Andrews Centre in Harrogate. 👮‍♀️

Visited Claro Enterprises Community Workshop, Harrogate, to mark its 30th anniversary. 🎂

Visited Woods of Harrogate Limited Fine Linens Company in Harrogate. 🧖‍♀️

Visited Hollybank Trust Care Centre, in Mirfield, to mark its 70th Anniversary. 🩺

21/09 Visited Jaguar Land Rover Halewood Vehicle Plant to mark the 60th anniversary of its opening in Liverpool. 🚙

As President of the British Olympic Association, attended an Executive Board Meeting in London W1. 💼

22/09 With Sir Tim opened the Aberdeen South Harbour Expansion Project at the Port of Aberdeen. ⛴️

26/09 Held an Investiture ceremony at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

Opened the renovated Old War Office Building, Whitehall in London. 🏢

Attended the Royal Warrant Holders Association’s President’s Reception at Westminster Abbey. 📑🍾

As Patron of Mercy Ships International, attended a 45th Anniversary Dinner onboard The Elizabethan, sailing on the River Thames. 🛥️🍽️

27/09 Held two Investiture ceremonies at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As President of World Horse Welfare, attended a Reception at Hyde Park Barracks, Knightsbridge, London. 🐎

As Patron of Opportunity International UK, attended a Dinner at Evercore in London. 🌍

28/09 As President of the UK Fashion and Textile Association, attended the Sustainability in UK Textiles Conference at Drapers’ Hall, London. 👗

As Founders’ Patron and President, of the Benenden School & Society, attended the Centenary Global Conference “Inspiring Future Female Leaders”, opened the Seniors’ Courtyard, launched “Benenden 100” Centenary Book and attended the Benenden Society Reception at Benenden School in Kent. 🏫

29/09 Attended the Rededication Service of Southport War Memorial. 🫡

Total official engagements for Anne in July: 47

2023 total so far: 353

Total official engagements accompanied by Tim in July: 5

2023 total so far: 75

[commonpigeon]

instead of being a miserable cow im going to remind myself going to a vegan bakery and a queer bookshop and then a park with highland cows would've been 18 year old me's ideal day out and now it's just my average saturday

[nancyfmccarthy]

Moorland on Morrone

Today’s walk was a loop out of the village of Braemar. It had a bit of everything: a wooded walk, a steep climb into the moors, a river walk and views.

The Cairngorm National Park is about 1800 square miles of alpine semi-tundra moorland. It is rolling, high hills or small mountains, covered with heather. This time of year, it is varying shades of brown. When the heather is in full bloom, it must be spectacular.

Our hike climbed up Morrone, a mountain in the Cairngorm hovering over Braemar. After our hike we drove for 90 minutes through the park. The narrow roads are crazy with steep hills, blind hilltops and curves, ski areas and random sheep. We saw that Balmoral was on our route but there was no indication of it from the road.

Tonight we are staying in Aviemore, a ski town which has not much to see. But it is close to tomorrow’s walk.

Our walk again started at a duck pond.

A view back to Braemar as we reached the first plateau.

As part of the Highland Games, Braemar has a race about 3/4 of the way up Morrone. These four cairns are the turnaround point for the race. It was a steep climb. My hat is off to the folks running up!

From the peak, our trail continued to a lower peak then back down. But the view of Cairngorm went on and on.

Our trail, once off the mountain, followed the river through fields of sheep….

…and through the highest 18 hole golf course in the UK!

[lboogie1906]

Yolanda Whitaker, known as Yo-Yo (August 4, 1971) is a rapper and actress.

Much of her music advocates female empowerment. She has dubbed her crew the IBWC, Intelligent Black Woman’s Coalition.

She first appeared as a guest on Ice Cube’s album AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted on the track “It’s a Man’s World”. Cube returned the favor by appearing on “You Can’t Play with My Yo-Yo”. Her follow-up album, Black Pearl was well received by critics. She released her follow-up album, titled You Better Ask Somebody. The final track on the album was her third recorded hip-hop duet with Ice Cube, “The Bonnie and Clyde Theme”. Her next album, Total Control, was released in 1996. In 1998, she finished her fifth studio album, Ebony, though it was not released. In 2008, her single, “You Can’t Play With My Yo-Yo” was ranked #92 on VH1’s 100 Greatest Hip-Hop Songs. She performed at the BET Hip Hop Awards. She performed on the Arsenio Hall show in 1994. She opened up the show and was followed by rappers and groups like Naughty by Nature, A Tribe Called Quest, and Wu-Tang Clan.

She has been working on an EP, titled My Journey to Fearless: The Black Butterfly. In 2013, it was announced she joined the upcoming BET reality series Hip Hop Sisters.

She appeared in Boyz n the Hood. She had a recurring role on the television show Martin as Keylolo. She appeared on other TV shows, including New York Undercover. She made a cameo appearance in the music video for Missy Elliot’s “The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)”. She appeared in the 2004 video game Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas as the voice of Kendl Johnson. She has a reoccurring role on Saturdays starring role as skating rink owner, Duchess.

She married DeAndre Windom, the former mayor of Highland Park, Michigan (2013-18). She has two daughters.

She has been active in advocating for hip-hop artists to become involved within their community. She testified in 1994 for a Senate Judiciary Committee hearing about whether the government should require rating labels on gangsta rap. She founded the Yo-Yo School of Hip-Hop to use hip-hop in the curriculum for at-risk students. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[odinsblog]

It is uncommon for mass shootings to be stopped by a good guy with a gun.

From 2000 to 2021, fewer than 3% of 433 active attacks in the U.S. ended with a civilian firing back, according to the Advanced Law Enforcement Rapid Response Training Center at Texas State University. The researchers define the attacks as one or more people targeting multiple people.

It was far more common for police or unarmed bystanders to subdue the attacker or for police to kill the person, according to the center’s national data, which were recently cited by The New York Times.

In a quarter of the shootings, the attacker stopped by leaving the area, similar to what happened during the July 4 parade in Highland Park, Illinois, where seven people were killed.

“There’s been this statement: ‘The only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun.’ That’s factually inaccurate because of the word ‘only,’” said Adam Lankford, a criminal justice expert at the University of Alabama who has written books and research papers about mass shootings.

Nonetheless, gun-rights advocates, including the National Rifle Association, used that phrase on social media to draw attention to what happened in Indiana.

Since July 1, Indiana has allowed anyone 18 or older to carry a handgun in public, though private property owners can prohibit firearms. The Greenwood mall has a ban on weapons, according to its conduct code. Gun Owners of America hopes the mall reconsiders, saying gun-free zones create a false sense of security.

The Greenwood Park Mall, which is owned by Simon Property Group, didn’t reply to a request for comment but released a statement commending first responders and the “heroic actions of the good Samaritan who stopped the suspect.”

Lankford believes it would be a mistake to think armed civilians can be relied upon to regularly stop mass shootings.

“While it’s certainly a good thing in this mall shooting that someone was able to stop it before it went any further, let’s not think we can substitute that outcome in all past and future incidents,” Lankford said. “If everyone’s carrying a firearm, the risk that something bad happens just gets much larger.”

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[thiziri]

Princess Anne visits Lochaber to open marina – and takes a trip down memory lane

Princess Anne, accompanied by Andy McKenna, unveils a plaque to mark the occasion of her opening the new marina in Corpach, on 18 April 2023.

HRH Princess Anne cut the ribbon during one of two visits in Lochaber on Tuesday.

The royal visitor made her first appearance of the day at the Lochaber Rural Education Trust (LRET). However, this was not her first time visiting.

She opened the Ben Nevis Auction Mart at the LRET in 1999. Photographs from the event can still be seen at LRET today.

Upon arrival, Princess Anne was greeted by piper and Lochaber High School student Alex Drysdale.

The Princess is greeted by Isabel Campbell, Chairwoman of the Lochaber Rural Education Trust. Image: Sandy McCook/DC Thomson.

Isabel Campbell MBE is a founding member and trustee of the LRET, and was also present when Princess Anne first visited in 1999.

Isabel says it feels ‘wonderful’ to see her again.

The Princess ‘speaks and engages with all ages’

“She remembers the day she opened the auction mart well – she is a super person,” Isabel recalls fondly.

“She speaks and she engages with all ages.”

Over 50 local school children were part of the event.

A lighthearted moment as pupils from Banavie Primary school demonstrate the art of milking a cow. Image: Sandy McCook/DC Thomson.

Jacqueline MacLeod works in Lochaber High School with those who require additional support.

The children often use the facility for educational and recreational purposes, including the Riding for the Disabled Association (RDA).

Jacqueline says she and the students were ‘honoured’ to meet the The Princess Royal.

“We get a lot of enjoyment out of the centre,” says Jacqueline. “So it was nice to return the honour.”

The Princess with participants from Riding for the Disabled, and Red the cob horse.

Thomas Telford Corpach Marina are ‘honoured’

HRH Princess Anne’s second appearance of the day was to declare the Thomas Telford Corpach Marina open.

Upon arrival, HRH Princess Anne was welcomed by Andy McKenna, chairman of the Thomas Telford Corpach Marina.

The project was in development for just over eight years.

The Princess, accompanied by Andy McKenna of the Thomas Telford Corpach Marina.

Now complete, the layout has a “fully sheltered, all-weather marina and public slipway”, as well as a car-park for marina users.

There are berths for over 40 yachts and motor vessels, and small dayboats which float in shallow waters.

New facilities also include showers, toilets, a bike shelter and An Cafaidh Mara – a dog friendly cafe which opened January 2023.

Once the Princess cut the red ribbon, Corpach’s marina was declared open at last.

The princess with some of the sailors making use of the new facility.

Robert Coull, owner of An Cafaidh Mara, says it is ‘really exciting’ day for everyone involved.

“The cafe has been a long time in the making,” he says. “It is nice to see the marina finally open.”

‘An absolute privilege’

The Princess spoke to many of the Corpach marina’s trustees, including Linda Campbell.

Linda says it feels ‘absolutely wonderful’ to see the Thomas Telford Corpach Marina open.

“It has taken many years,” she says. “For it to come to fruition on such a wonderful Lochaber day is marvellous.”

Six year old Benji and four year old Ella present the Princess Royal with a bouquet of home grown garden flowers.

Also thrilled to meet HRH Princess Anne were young attendees Benji, aged six, and sister Ella, aged four.

They presented the Princess with a colourful bouquet of fresh flowers hand-picked from their garden.

Their mother said: “It was an absolute privilege to meet her.”

At the end of the opening, Princess Anne revealed a plaque which marked the occasion of the marina’s opening.

A Thomas Telford Corpach Marina spokesperson said: “We are delighted and honoured to have HRH The Princess Royal open our state of the art marina facilities today.”

© Highlands and Islands

[quxxn0fhxarts]

Sonic Senior Year - 18+ - 1. Back to Acorn Academy

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------- Headmistress Longclaw: Rosemary Laigle: 38, 5 foot Soar Laigle: 40, 7 ft 7 ------- September 2nd, 2014 7:43 AM

Acorn Academy, Mobius City, Mystic Highlands

   Tails barely exited the SUV before his step-father drove off, "Bye, Momma..." Tails sighed, thinking he was the only one in the parking lot. Usually, he was never this late. He would normally be at the Boarding School a week early, but things had gotten tricky. He looked to his right to see Shadow looking at him while walking to the main building. Tails gulped and jogged onto campus.

   The Prowers were an established family in Mobius. His father was an Army Hero, and they were supposed to have the perfect family, but that was different behind closed doors. Amadeus had just been buried at the beginning of the summer, and his mother had already remarried. Of all Mobians she could marry, it was an Eagle. Eagles were the mortal enemy of the Foxes, but his Mom was way too happy to be a widow of three months.

   Tails wasn't too upset to ignore his traditions with Sonic, so he laid his ears back and crouched until he could pounce on his friend, using his tails to propel further. Though, like always, Sonic had heard him and quickly stepped back to catch and pull him into a hug. "Tails! I was so worried about you. I thought you decided to go on to university since I had only heard from you so little this summer.

   "I told you I was going on Vacation, and I might not have service, silly," He hugged his arms around Sonic's neck.

   "Have you heard the news? it's terrible!" Sonic whined, and Tails raised an eyebrow. He has yet to have time to check his emails or texts because they have just returned to West Valley. "Everyone has been assigned a new room and roommate since there were so many pregnancies last year.

   "What?" Tails gasped. He had been roommates with Sonic since Pre-K. Acorn Academy has never been split up into genders. Pregnancy had never been an issue before since they would let students pick their roommates, and they would usually pick their best friend. It made Tails feel like less of a freak. 

   He didn't only have two tails, but he also had genitalia of all genders. He identified as a Male. However, it's harder for him to get respect because many people still look down on Omegas, and they don't even know he is an intersex Omega at that. The general public didn't even know as he loaded anti-heat spray on his body and took some pretty intense anti-heat pills.

   "You should probably swing by the office to see where you are staying now," Amy suggested, and Tails nodded. He was worried that the luggage he sent to the school a couple of weeks ago didn't make it to his new room.

   "No need. He is in my dorm. Building 14 Dorm X," Shadow said as he was walking by. He watched Tail's eyes grow wide and Sonic's face growing angry. "Not thrilled about it either. I'm being forced to sleep here and not at my mansion," Shadow muttered as he rolled his eyes and went to Rouge to see what she had been up to all summer.

------- 2:53 PM    "Professor Robotnik? You said that we had partners for this project?" Silver asked, reminding the eclectic teacher to inform everyone of their partners as the dismissal bell rang.

   AP Robotics was Tail's favorite class. He loved making artificial intelligence and trinkets. He does it every day. He would much rather work alone, but he was a rule stickler, and would make a fuss about it. He tried his best not to look in Shadow's direction as if it would tempt his tough luck.

   "Your dorm mates, if you don't have a dorm mate in AP Robotics, then you can see me after class," Dr. Robotnik waved them all away. Tails avoided Shadow as he walked out of the classroom, while Shadow didn't even think about approaching him. He wanted to go to his room and nap.

   "Nope... Nuh-uh... I forbid it," Sonic crossed his arms as Tails told him what happened, "I will talk to Principle Longclaw. She loves me,"

   "She is your mother... and she never listens to your demands. She doubles down so you learn your lessons," Tails pouted.

   "I don't care,"

   "Is Shadow all that bad? You haven't even asked Tails if he wanted to change roommates... aren't you happy with Knuckles?" Amy shrugged. She couldn't hide the tiniest bit of jealousy. Tails was so cute, just Sonic's type. 

   She didn't fully believe that they had been friends for this long and hadn't developed feelings for each other. An Alpha and an Omega can't just be friends for this long, and it is strictly platonic. "Seriously... they will only be Robotic partners for a week so that you can chill,"

   "Amy, he is pure evil. Do you not remember him cutting off your pigtails when you fell asleep back in third grade? What about you, Tails? He gave you so many wedgies I am surprised that you didn't have crap in your brain,"

   "Thank you for the image..." Tails and Amy pinched their noses.

   "And worst of all... He put laxatives in my precious chili dogs... I didn't eat them for at least 5 hours after that..." Sonic was seething. No one messed with his chili dogs and got away with it with their lives.

   "Sonic, it's not like I want to be his partner... and it isn't for a week. It's for the entire school year," Tails sighed.

   "What?" Sonic and the gang gulped.

   "We have to build a life-size robot that is functional as a human, which can have conversations, thoughts, wants, and skill building," Tails ran his hand through his ginger hair.

   "Tails, I will fix this, okay..." Sonic said, and before Tails could say anything, Sonic had jetted away.

   "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Amy asked. " It's a back-to-school party thrown by Jet. He has it every year in the forest."

   "Oh, um... I am pretty tired, raincheck?"

   "Of course, hon, I am going to try to find Sonic," Amy said, patting Tails on the back and walking off with Cream and Blaze. Knuckles waved to his little buddy before walking off for soccer practice.

   Tails has been trying his best to avoid Silver all day, but it was hard since he had most classes with him. He tried walking away, but much like his brother, Silver was fast, "Tails," He didn't want to overpower Tails. Tails tried to act oblivious to him and put earbuds in his ears, but Silver was persistent. He was followed from the main building to the opposite side of campus. "Miles," Silver sighed, placing a hand on Tail's as the fox was reaching to unlock his door.

   "Silver, please... I don't feel like talking right now,"

   "I don't want to talk. I want to see how you are doing," Silver told him. He didn't need an answer from Tails to know he wasn't okay. "I... um, I am not mad- I... understand-" Silver said, pinching his nose. He needed to learn how to approach this. He didn't want to seem like he was permitting Tails to do anything. Soon after, Tails hugged him, and Silver hugged him back.

   "I am not mad at you... I need some time," Tails sighed.

   "Faggots," Vector said, passing by the two. Only a few people knew about Tails being intersex except for his immediate family and the doctors at Mobius City Medical... and after this summer, Silver.

   "Don't listen to him..." Silver told Tails, rubbing circles on his back, "I am in Building 23 Dorm A..."

   "Thank you, Silver," He managed to say goodbye and get into his dorm before he began to tear up. Tails and Shadow immediately made eye contact before both immediately looked away.

   Shadow transitioned from a bully to a recluse/loner two years ago. No one knew what happened. When he was old enough to emancipate himself, he moved out of the orphanage and into his parents' mansion. The Blackbournes were well-known politicians who passed away before Shadow's first birthday. 

   Shadow hated the orphanage, having to dorm at Acorn Academy, and, most importantly, having roommates. He would be at his home right now, but the academy had a rule against going off campus for the first week of School. The manor was 30 minutes away by motorcycle on Ghost Hill. He missed it so much.

   Tails looked through his luggage for his school sweats. He pulled out the project he had been working on all summer. A balcony and a little nook were in the room, so he would try to have some alone time.

   "I am sorry that you are upset," Shadow sighed. He could smell how devastated and upset Tails was... and he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He hated the scent of sorrow. It smelled like rain. "If you want, I can go with you to file a roommate swap in the morning,"

   "Huh?" Tails asked, and then he let what Shadow said sink in, "No, I am not upset about that... Yes, I am nervous, but something else is happening," Tails sighed. He looked over to Shadow, and the gloomy guy nodded before closing his eyes and putting his headphones on.

   Tails had never heard Shadow apologize before. It had been a long time since he had been a bully. Tails knew it could be too soon to tell if he was a good guy now. Meanwhile, Shadow knew he could manipulate Tails because of his looks and aura as an Alpha, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. It wasn't Tails' fault that he was forced to stay more on campus. 

   The two didn't press anything, going to their respective worlds away from the campus. Tails found his micro-robot and tolls before leaving the balcony to destress from the day.

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Maybe the TRAs are focused on the wrong group. A transwoman was killed by a woman using her words to "misgender" but by a violent man who used a gun

By Miriam Marini

Detroit Free Press

An 18-year-old Highland Park man was arrested in connection with the fatal shooting of Asia Davis, a 36-year-old transgender Black woman.

Carlos Lamar Scotland, 18, is facing four charges, including first-degree murder and felony firearm, Wayne County Prosecutor Kym Worthy announced in a press conference Friday. Davis, also of Highland Park, was found deceased with a gunshot wound to her head in a Highland Park hotel room in June 2023, prompting an investigation by Michigan State Police.

On June 1 at around 11 p.m., Highland Park Police officers were dispatched to a hotel on Woodward Avenue for a reported shooting. Upon arrival, officers found Davis inside a hotel room. Scotland, who was a minor at the time of the incident, allegedly shot Davis and fled the scene. Worthy declined to speculate on potential motives that may have inspired the shooting or the exact nature of Scotland and Davis' relationship, citing concerns for the security of the case.

At the time, Davis had recently finished nursing school and was on the path of a new career, according to the prosecutor's office. She was known to be a generous and compassionate person, Worthy said.

"Back in 2016, I was concerned and actually lost sleep because of the public perception of Detroit," Worthy said. "There were many unsolved murders of trans women of color. No one seemed to care at all. Nothing was really being done. No one was really investigating, and their lives seem to matter to no one."

And thus the Fair Justice Michigan Project was born. The organization is a partnership between prosecutors’ offices and law enforcement in Wayne, Ingham, Oakland, and Washtenaw counties that focuses on advocacy and education of LGBTQ+ and women's civil rights in Michigan. Fair Michigan special prosecutor Kam Towns is leading the prosecution in Davis' case.

"Having worked (at the Wayne County Prosecutor's Office) for 30 years before I took this job, I have a general sense of homicide rates in general, but specifically to the LGBTQ community, I can't really address that," Towns said. "I will say this, I feel like people are more brazen. They don't hide in the shadows as much as they used to when they go after members of the LGBTQ community. I've seen that as a change, that they feel more emboldened and more empowered to just act out in a way that they normally wouldn't."

Davis is one of at least 32 transgender and "gender expansive" people who fell victim to fatal violent crimes in 2023 in the United States, according to the Human Rights Campaign. Half of those 32 victims were Black transgender women.

Scotland is facing charges of first-degree murder, felony firearm, carrying a concealed weapon, and resisting and obstructing a police officer. While Scotland was a minor at the time of the incident, he will be prosecuted as an adult, Worthy said.

His probable cause hearing is scheduled for March 26.