#k. docherty

[penaltybox-gossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/773983087320252416/am-i-the-only-one-surprised-that-rutger-and-his-gf?source=share

what do u mean by this? is he doing weird shit? what is kaileigh tolerating?

I just get weird vibes from them and I’ll randomly see him in a girls likes and I go ???

Most umich guys are known for being hoes plus he had just broke up with someone and two weeks later got with Kayleigh. During the video of them talking about how they met and started dating, he hesitated a bit and she moved on from it

After that I just get weird vibes more from him than her

[goaliegossip]

Kayleigh (Rutger’s girlfriend) is studying abroad in Australia and honestly I have so much respect for her because I think so many girls would have chosen not to go because of the distance. Good for her//

She learned from Lauren Conrad not going to Paris!

^^

[off-icewhispers]

Kayleigh's stories for Rutger's birthday

[leviathanleva]

Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: Trying to court Hazard is tough. You nearly give up, thinking your methods have failed. Or have they?

[2.4 k words]

Chapter 5

“Listen, I’m an omnic and even I can smell your perfume.”

You purse your lips at Susie before averting your attention to the lava lamp on your nightstand.

How everyone but Findlay had noticed the changes was beyond you. You’d tried so hard to impress him, your wardrobe was full of cute dresses now, even knitted winter ones you tended to freeze in, but soldiered on just to try and catch his eye. Thigh-high socks had become a regular sight, squishing your thighs just perfectly. You’d even gotten your nails done, a pretty bubblegum pink.

A sweet candy perfume rested next to the lava lamp; one-third of the bottle was already gone because you never missed the chance to renew the aroma on your neck, hoping that the dumb blond would be lured in by the smell of treats. But no, the oblivious bloke instead checked the cookie jar every time you were together in the kitchen because he was too daft to realize the notes of vanilla and cinnamon were coming from you and not some hidden pastry.

“I just missed being girly.” Is the first lie you can think of to tell Susie and sate her hunger for being in on the secret to your sudden and drastic change.

You’d rather move out than tell anyone the pathetic reason why you abandoned sweatpants and leggings for short dresses and tight thigh-highs.

“And that’s why you spent half your savings on a new wardrobe when your clothes are perfectly fine?”

You cross your legs in discomfort and suppress the need to hide under your covers.

“Yes.”

Every morning you took a shower before starting an intensive skincare routine. From ampules to face masks and even a rose quartz face roller. You scrubbed yourself raw, used the best-scented body lotion you could find, and caked yourself with copious amounts of vitamin C and sunblock, made sure that every little imperfection and blemish was covered up, that your cheeks always had a ruddy tint to them, lips always hydrated and as plump as possible. Your skin was glowing, your hair was immaculate, your clothes were ironed to perfection, everything about you was as spectacular as you could make it.

And still, he didn’t notice a fucking thing.

Men…typical.

Each day you tried a new outfit, thinking maybe it’s not a color he likes, the length is wrong, the combination isn’t his style. And each day your hopes were crushed when he didn’t even dare to look in your general direction.

Were you that unfavorable in a dress? What were you doing wrong?

It was exhausting to be denied even a glance when a month ago you were holding each other like lost lovers. Granted he’d almost died and you were on the brink of a complete meltdown because of it, but still.

Now his eyes were everywhere but on you, his good mornings and good nights were rushed and dismissive as if he didn’t even want to speak with you.

It took a toll on your confidence.

“You know I’m gonna get to the bottom of this, right?”

You squint at Susie’s words and force out a nervous laugh before shifting slightly away from her on the bed.

It was girls' night again, it had been a while since you both had enough time and energy to have a proper sleepover. You had been ecstatic and in desperate need of a distraction from your failed attempts at courting Hazard. But of course, the sweet little omnic was perceptive and she knew you too well for all these sudden changes to go unexplained.

So here you were, being interrogated while you did your best to dodge the matter.

She was more headstrong than you though.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” She says delicately as if she was trying not to frighten a jumpy hare.

“I know Suze.” You sigh and look away when your expression changes from content, but slightly nervous, to utterly pained and dejected. “But there’s nothing to talk about. I’m just running an experiment, trying to boost my confidence is all, but so far…” You take a breath and continue. “…So far it’s felt like an utter failure.”

Her hands twitch in her lap before she rests one over your knee, kind and gentle like she always was.

“Is that what this is all about?” The omnic tilts her head slightly and then chirps out a giggle. “You’re not feeling confident?”

There’s genuine sympathy in her tone and you force out an embarrassed smile and brush your fingers you’re your hair awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Is all you manage before taking your pillow to squeeze against your chest and stuffing your face into it. It wasn’t technically a lie, your confidence was suffering, but it was more due to someone rather than diminishing by itself.

When you hear shuffling you look back up and see Susie sliding off the bed and slipping on her coat with determination you’d not seen in her before.

“Where are you going?” You ask, words muffled into the fluff of the pillow.

“I’ll be right back, trust me.” She calls back and closes the door behind her, leaving you alone in the dim atmosphere of your bedroom.

And so you wait, abandoned to solitude with a bowl of popcorn and a list of old corny movies you were planning on watching. Snow fell languidly outside your window, piled up on the sill, a friend to the frosted flowers decorating the glass. The heater blasting in the corner did well to fill the silence with a soft white noise, but it wasn’t enough to quell your self-doubt. You’re left to your thoughts which have been very unkind lately, it’s not a good place to be in. Your mind berates you incessantly and all you can do is squeeze yourself into a tighter ball of shame and just take it.

Not good enough. – It wasn’t a term you liked to use, you knew how detrimental to one’s mental health it was and in the past you’d managed to stray from it, well, mostly. But lately, it had kept nagging at the back of your head until you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Self-hate had slithered into your bloodstream and now there was no getting rid of it when all of your self-worth was unknowably put on the shoulders of a man who didn’t even want to acknowledge you.

You pat the pillow in your lap gently before puffing out a breath.

“Fuck this.”

You’re wiping the cat eyeliner off your lids and smearing the lipgloss into the back of your palm to get it off your mouth before you can process what’s happening. Once that’s done, you take the perfume bottle and stuff it in your drawer where you hope to forget it ever existed.

If he didn’t like you, that was that, no amount of makeup or pretty clothes were going to change his opinion. You’d just hoped that maybe…

“No.”

You shake your head, shake all the stupid thoughts away before standing to change out of the white knitted dress you were suffering in. A pair of khaki shorts and a large hoodie, a mouthful of popcorn, and a stupid romcom with Susie were all you needed to be happy.

There’s a ruckus outside your door, hissy voices that are scream-whispering at each other but the words are too rushed and belligerent for you to comprehend. You go still and strain your ears, leaning slightly towards the entrance of your room while trying to listen, but nothing comes of it, the voices are too distorted.

When the door opens you jump instinctively and grip onto your hoodie to steady your racing heartbeat.

There stands Susie, gripping Hazard’s arm and keeping him from bolting down the hallway and away from you like he was avoiding the plague. If it didn’t literally rip your heart apart, you’d find it funny. It was like making him eat steamed broccoli all over again.

“Great! Now we’re all here.” The sweet omnic starts and nudges Findlay in the ribs hard. “Now say what you think, Haz.”

“Wut? O,…right. I uh… I don’t – ” The poor Scotsman was stumbling over his words more than you were over your thoughts. He looked about ready to crawl out of his skin, it was torture to see him in such a state and despite Susie’s good intentions, you’d rather just set him free from your unwanted presence.

“Suze, really. It’s okay, he looks so uncomfortable.” You blabber out with a strained laugh and raise your hands up to motion for her to let him go despite the tears prickling the back of your eyes.

“No, no. He’s been dancing around this since you changed your style.” She interrupted and pulled Hazard inside the room before shutting the door to keep him from escaping. “Go on, Haz.”

It was a comical sight, the man barely fit in your small cozy dwelling. This was the first time he had ever entered your room and if the circumstances were any different, you’d be a nervous wreck, but right now, you just wanted this whole charade to be over.

“Susie, please…Just leave him be.” You plead, unaware of the small crystal clear droplets that are starting to weigh down on your lower lashes.

He’s tapping his foot in agitation and readjusting his tee every few seconds. His eyes skim over your bedroom – your lamp, the old TV screen, the popcorn bowl, your bed, everything and anything that isn’t you. You want to scream in his face:

“What the fuck did I do to you?! Why are you acting like this?!”

But you couldn’t, it wasn’t like you, confrontation was scary, confrontation with Findlay was even scarier.

“No. I’m done with you two playing the long game. Just say what you want to say and stop suffering – ”

“ – Susie!” You don’t realize you’ve yelled until it’s already echoing around, you don’t realize your voice broke halfway into pronouncing her name either. You swallow awkwardly, partly curl in on yourself, and speak in a rasp “Just let him go. He doesn’t want to be here.”

You’re sniffling softly, barely suppressing sobs and hugging yourself. It’s pitiful, you hate yourself for it, you wish you weren’t such a crybaby.

“Ey…No..No, no, no.” You hear him say, look up and meet his eyes for the first time in weeks. He approaches you hastily, ripping out of Susie’s grip to bend over you and tenderly wipe your cheeks dry. “None o’ this shite.” He gives the omnic a side glance. “Give us a moment, ye?”

When you hear the door shut behind her your lips part to form blubbery, wet words soaked with days of silent suffering.

“Why don’t you look at me anymore, Haz?” You wrap your fingers around his large wrist, craving his touch desperately after so long. “Did I do something? I don’t get it…You don’t even come close to me – ” A sob, a hiccup, a shiver wracking your body, cutting your mumbling off short. “ – anymore.”

“I’s Findlay. Fin for you. Kay, bonnie?” He speaks evenly, wraps one arm around your waist and gently tugs you into his wide chest. You practically disappear in his embrace, surrounded by warm, heavy muscle and it feels so right to stand like this. You relax, wipe your nose into the sleeve of your hoodie, mewling softly as he coos down at you. “Mah wee hen. Pretty li’le birdie. ‘M sorry…”

You cling to him, standing on the tips of your toes just to be able to rest your damp cheek against his prosthetic shoulder and still barely reaching. Your fingers trace the synthetic cords on his nape and you hear him gurgle out a curse before taking in a deep breath and choking audibly.

Then it dawns on you that your attempt at luring him to you might have backfired. You pull away slightly and cup his chin with unfathomable tenderness. He leans into your caress and closes his eyes to concentrate on stifling the hunger sparking to life inside his abdomen.

“Is it the perfume? I’ll stop wearing it, I thought you’d like it…I didn’t think you might actually be allergic – ”

“ – I’s not tha’, hen.” He struggles for words, a man barely restrained by his care for you and your dignity, because you simply deserved better than him. “Ah like it. Ah do…A bit too much.”

It takes you a moment to process what he means, but once you do, your whole body feels like it’s been lit ablaze. Your heart pounds in your chest, ready to leap through your ribs at any second. You dig your nails in his skin to try and keep from collapsing right there on the spot and earn a strained rumble from him as a reward.

“Prancin’ about in those pre’y li’le dresses. Could smell ya ‘round every corner.” He glowers, driven to the brink of insanity by your existence in his life. He kneads your sides eagerly, craving the flesh hidden beneath the thick fabric of your hoodie. He’s desperate, restrain runs thin and he’s had enough torture to be able to resist again now that you were in his hands, yielding and soft. “Wasn’t enough ta test me with them pre’y clothes. Had to use tha’ stench too. Lure me out like a wolf starved.”

“Fin…” You mewl out weakly, grateful for his solid hold on you because you were nearly ready to faint.

“I like ta think is all fur me, ya know?” He murmurs, it’s barely audible and you want to shout in his ear that it is, but it feels like there’s water in your lungs, you’re drowning in his presence, immobilized and pliant.

“Findlay…”

You manage to sneak a glance. His eyes are glowing in the dimness of your room, a threatening shadow cast over them and making them stand out. He looks like an apex predator about to feast, having finally caught his meal. And you’re right there, the willing sacrifice, ready to be swallowed whole if only to stay with him forever. You’re ready for anything as long as he’s there with you.

“Wonna eat ya up.” His nose is pressed into your neck, inhaling deeply, then you feel a wetness being dragged across your skin and a shiver wracks you entirely. “Cannae take it anymore…”

“Please, please, please…”

This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“You two alright in there?” Susie, bless her, the ever-caring friend that she was, but you really wished she wasn’t waiting for you to wrap it up on the other side of your door. He pulls away silently, regrettably, and spares you a last wanton glance before heading for the door and leaving you there thrumming and beyond overjoyed.

<<< Chapter 4

Chapter 6 >>>

Masterlist

[skin-jockey-dyke]

:)

These will need a look over before you put them in the playlist i am horrifically desensitized

Okay ouija by harley poe is hm. okay its about murder. the first and last lyric sounds like he talking about something else but i swear its murder

The Hearse song Harley Poe - youre going to see a pattern here. lots and lots and lots of people have done covers of this song but this one feels like your parents telling you a dark bed time story like how it was originally sung.

Imma Killer - Repetitive, About his exwife

I am the man - one of my favorites, hater of capitalism

american psycho - he got his name from making music based off horror movies, hater of capitalism

7 inches of hell - This is a rock ablum of covers of his other songs. should be fine along as you arent displaying the album cover.

Kreacher Bridge City Sinners - There is a part where they scream 'youre about to fucking die'. it is the only curse word i can recall in the entire song

Satan's Song Bridge City Sinners - how dark are you willing to go? cause this is like 'youre never going to heaven' dark

Delilah Amigo the Devil - Murder Ballad

Perfect Wife Amigo The Devil - Dark

Murder at the Bingo Hall Amigo the Devil - What it says on the tin. Its fun and kid friendly but idk how Halloween-y besides murder

Drink With The Living Dead Ghoultown - what it says on the tim

Ballad Of Blue Docherty K K Hammond - dark bed time story

Death Ghost Number - man i love a fanfare

Worms Viagra Boys - Ignore the name its not sexual

Pretty Lavina American Murder Song - you said obscure and thats not this but its good

Im Always Walking As Somebody Else American Murder Song - Cain!

Dance While The Sky Is Crashing Down Jason Welbley - horror or just folk punk idk. that could be said for everything on this list

Animal The Living Tombstone - ?

Witch Dagger Alec Holowka - banger no words

Dracula Baker - Says Dracula! Repetitive

TUFF GHOST The Unicorns - omg they have many ghost song but this is the best

Friends In Low Places Worthikids - Youtube friendly

Graveyard Blues K.K. Hammond - spoooky

Something Wicked This Way Comes Siouxsie and the Banshees - spooky!

We Will Commit Wolf Murder of Montreal - mmm

Is this too much? Uh I got exited. Ilove music so much. Hope some of these make the cut.

hai guys i need songs for a halloween party and it has to have minimal sexual references/swearing (theres gonna be kids) so recommend me some pls and thx (preferably more obscure stuff, ive already got ghostbusters and dragula and all that stuff)

[daily-joker]

• • • Redesigning The Joker

• Wearing the character's traditional color palette, the Joker is dressed in a light purple shirt, a thin medium toned purple tie and a green waistcoat, topped by a dark purple overcoat. The patterns and designs chosen were very popular during the Victorian and Edwardian periods; however, they are given an eccentric twist using the purple and green color palette. His shoes have an upward swoop at the toe, reminiscent of clown shoes. [Joker The Dark Knight's wikipedia]

• I do love the Joker and the Penguin from the Burton films [but] with our version, I took a different approach. A Joker or Jester is a medieval character. An entertainer for the courts, and for the masses. I tried to base our Joker on a rock star, who is probably our modern day equivalent. A Pete Docherty, an Iggy Pop, Keith Richards or Johnny Depp type. Someone with charisma and the ability to draw the eye, and hold the audience’s attention. [Lindy Hemming, costume Designer on ‘Dark Knight’ Trilogy, interview on Dark Knight News, February 23, 2018]

• Honestly, the only thing I can tell you I know for sure is that my version of the Joker, the way you see him in this book, was established long before Ledger was even cast. Just to be clear, this is not to say that Nolan and Co. were informed by my drawing. I've said this before and I really find it to be true, that certain ideas float around at the same time for a reason. Pop culture, social tendencies, fashion, you name it. If you want to do a realistic interpretation of the Joker, there are only a few ways to do it. [Lee Bermejo, interview on IGN Comics, October 30, 2008]

Batman: The Dark Knight (2008), Christopher Nolan • • Joker (2008), Brian Azzarello & Lee Bermejo • • Batman: Arkham Origins (2013), WB Games Montréal • • The Three Jokers (2020), Geoff Johns & Jason Fabok

[peach-salinger]

✧･*ﾟscottish surnames

→ link to my scottish female name masterlist → link to my scottish male name masterlist

under the cut are 733 scottish surnames. this masterlist was created for all in one breath rp at the request of lovely el, but feel free to link on your own sites! names are listed in alphabetical order. ❝mac❞, ❝mc❞ and ❝m❞ are split into three sections because i mean... look at them. please like♡ or reblog if you found this useful.

abbot(son), abercrombie, abernethy, adam(son), agnew, aikenhead, aitken, akins, allan(nach/son), anderson, (mac)andie, (mac)andrew, angus, annand, archbold/archibald, ard, aris, (mac)arthur

B

(mac)bain/bayne, baird, baker, balfour, bannatyne, bannerman, barron, baxter, beaton, beith, bell, bethune, beveridge, birse, bisset, bishop, black(ie), blain/blane, blair, blue, blyth, borthwick, bowie, boyd, boyle, braden, bradley, braithnoch, (mac)bratney, breck, bretnoch, brewster, (mac)bridan/brydan/bryden, brodie, brolochan, broun/brown, bruce, buchanan, budge, buglass, buie, buist, burnie, butter/buttar

C

caie, (mac)caig, (mac)cail, caird, cairnie, (mac)callan(ach), calbraith, (mac)callum, calvin, cambridge, cameron, campbell, canch, (mac)candlish, carberry, carmichael, carrocher, carter, cassie, (mac)caskie, catach, catto, cattenach, causland, chambers, chandlish, charleson, charteris, chisholm, christie, (mac)chrystal, (mac)clanachan/clenachan, clark/clerk, (mac)clean, cleland, clerie, (mac)clinton, cloud, cochrane, cockburn, coles, colinson, colquhoun, comish, comiskey, comyn, conn(an), cook, corbett, corkhill, (mac)cormack, coull, coulthard, (mac)cowan, cowley, crabbie, craig, crane, cranna, crawford/crawfurd, crerar, cretney, crockett, crosby, cruikshank, (mac)crum, cubbin, cullen, cumming, cunningham, currie, cuthbertson

D

dallas, dalglish, dalziel, darach/darroch, davidson, davie, day, deason, de lundin, dewar, dickin, dickson, docherty, dockter, doig, dollar, (mac)donald(son), donelson, donn, douglas, dorward, (mac)dow(all), dowell, (macil)downie, drain, drummond, (mc)duff(ie)/duff(y), duguid, dunnet, dunbar, duncan, dunn, durward, duthie

E, F

eggo, elphinstone, erskine, faed, (mac)farquhar(son), fee, fergus(on), (mac)ferries, fettes, fiddes, findlay, finn, finlayson, fisher, fishwick, fitzgerald, flanagan, fleming, fletcher, forbes, forrest, foulis/fowlis, fraser, fullarton, fulton, furgeson

G

gall(ie), galbraith, gammie, gardyne, (mac)garvie, gatt, gault, geddes, gellion, gibb(son), gilbert, gilbride, (mac)gilchrist, gilfillan, (mac)gill(ivray/ony), gillanders, gillespie, gillies, gilliland, gilmartin, gilmichael, gilmore, gilroy, gilzean, (mac)glashan, glass, gloag, glover, godfrey, gollach, gordon, (mac)gorrie, gourlay, gow, graeme/graham, grant, grassick, grassie, gray, gregg, (mac)gregor(y), greer, greig, grierson, grieve, grimmond, (mac)gruer, gunn, guthrie

H

hall, hamill, (mac)hardie/hardy, harper, harvie, hassan, hatton, hay, henderson, hendry, henry, hepburn, herron, hood, hosier, howie, hugston, huie, hume, humphrey, hunter, (mac)hutcheon, hutcheson

I, J, K

(mac)innes, irving, iverach, ivory, jamieson, jarvie, jeffrey(s), johnson, johnston, jorie, (mac)kay, (mac)kean, keenan, keillor, keir, keith, kelly, kelso, keogh, kemp, kennedy, (mac)kerr(acher), kesson, king, kynoch

L

laing, laird, (mac)laine/lane, lamond, lamont, landsborough, landsburgh, lang/laing, larnach, laurie/lawrie, lees, lennie, lennox, leslie, lindsay, little(son), lithgow, livingston(e), lobban, logan, lorne, lothian, lovat, love, loynachan, luke, luther

MAC-

mac ruaidhrí, mac somhairle, mac suibhne, macadam, macadie, macaffer, macainsh, macalasdair, macallister, macalonie, macalpine, macanroy, macara, macarthy, macaskill, macaskin, macaughtrie, macaulay, macauslan, macbean, macbeath, macbeth(ock), macbey, macbriden, macbryde, maccabe, maccadie, maccaffer, maccaffey/maccaffie, maccalman, maccambridge, maccann, maccance, maccartney, maccavity, maccaw, macdowell, maccheyne, maccodrum, maccomb(ie), maccorkindale, maccormick, maccoll, macconie, macconnachie, macconnell, maccoshin, maccoskrie, maccorquodale, macclaren, maccleary, macclew, maccloy, macclumpha, macclung, macclure, macclurg, maccraig, maccrain, maccreadie, maccrimmon, maccrindle, maccririe, maccrone, maccrosson, maccuaig, maccuidh, maccuish, macculloch, maccurley, macdermid/macdiarmid, macdougall, macdui, macduthy, maceachainn, maceachen, macelfrish, macewan/macewen, macfadyen, macfadzean, macfall, macfarlane/macpharlane, macfater/macphater, macfeat, macfee, macfigan, macgarrie, macgarva, macgeachen/macgeechan, macgeorge, macghie, macgibbon, macgillonie, macgiven, macglip, macgriogair, macgruther, macguire, macgurk, machaffie, macheth, machugh, macichan, macinnally, macindeoir, macindoe, macinesker, macinlay, macinroy, macintosh, macintyre, macisaac, maciver/macivor, macilherran, macilroy, macjarrow, mackail, mackeegan, mackeggie, mackellar, mackelvie, mackendrick, mackenna, mackenzie, mackerlich, mackerral, mackerron, mackerrow, mackessock, mackettrick, mackichan, mackie, mackilligan, mackillop, mackim(mie), mackinven, mackirdy/mackirdie, mackrycul, maclafferty, maclagan, maclarty, maclatchie/letchie, maclaverty, maclearnan, macleay, maclehose, macleish, maclellan(d), macleman, macleod, macleòid, maclintock, macllwraith, maclucas, macluckie, maclugash, macmann(us), macmaster, macmeeken, macmichael, macmillan, macminn, macmorrow, macmurchie, macmurdo, macmurray, macnab, macnair, macnally, macnaught(on), macnee, macneish/macnish, macnicol, macninder, macnucator, macpartland, macphail, macphatrick, macphee, macphedran, macpherson, macquarrie, macqueen, macquien, macquilken, macrae/machray, macraild, macrob(bie/bert), macrory, macrostie, macshane, macsherry, macsorley, macsporran, macsween, mactavish, mactear, macturk, macusbaig, macvannan, macvarish, macvaxter, macvean, macveigh/macvey, macvicar, macvitie, macvurich, macwalter, macwattie, macwhannell, macwhillan, macwhinnie

MC-

mccabe, mccain, mcclelland, mcclintock, mcconell, mccracken, mccune, mccurdy, mcdiarmid, mcelshender, mceuen, mcewing, mcfadden, mcgeachie/mcgeachy, mcgowan, mcilroy, mcinnis, mcivor, mckechnie, mckeown, mclarty, mclennan, mcneill(age/ie), mcowen, mcphee, mcpherson, mcwhirter

M

maduthy, magruder, mahaffie, main(s), mair, major, malcolm(son), malloch, manson, marr, marno(ch), (mac)martin, marquis, massie, matheson, mathewson, maver/mavor, maxwell, may, mearns, meechan, meiklejohn, meldrum, mellis(h), menzies, mercer, micklewain, milfrederick, millar/miller, milligan, milliken, milne, milroy, milvain, milwain, moannach, moat, moffat, mollinson, moncrief, monk, montgomery, moore, moray, morgan, (mac)morran, morrison, morrow, morton, mossman, mucklehose, muir(head), mulloy, munn, munro, (mac)murchie/murchy, murchison, murdoch, murphy

N, O, P, Q

nairn, naughton, navin, neeve, neil, neish, nelson, ness, nevin, nicalasdair, niceachainn, (mac)nichol(son), nicleòid, (mac)niven, noble, ochiltree, ogg, ogilvy, o'kean, oliver, omay/omey, orchard(son), orr, osborne, park, paterson, patrick, patten, peacock, peat, peters, philp, polson, power, purcell, purser, qualtrough, quayle, quillan, quiller, quinn, quirk

R, S

(mac)ranald(son), randall, rankin, reid, reoch, revie, riach, (mac)ritchie, roberts(on), rose, ross, rothes, roy, ryrie, salmon(d), scott, selkirk, sellar, shannon, sharpe, shaw, sheen, shiach, sillars, sim(son/pson), sinclair, skene, skinner, sloan, smith, somerville, soutar/souter, stein, stenhouse, stewart/stuart, strachan, stronach, sutherland, (mac)swan(son/ston), swinton

T, U, V, W, Y

taggart, tallach, tawse, taylor, thom(son), todd, tolmie, tosh, tough, tulloch, turner, tyre, ulrick, urquhart, vass, wallace, walker, walsh, warnock, warren, ward, watt, watson, wayne, weir, welsh, whiston, whyte, wilkins(on), (mac)william(son), wilson, winning, wright, young

[theexecutionerssong]

hello :D I read that you went in many concerts, would it be possible to know which bands/singers you went to see? the same for con, you went to supernatural if I'm not mistaken, did you make other conventions?

Hi! Oh damn this is going to be very long, I’m putting it under the cut, and I apologize in advance ahah

I’ll start with cons ‘cause it’s quick:

Dark Light Con for Supernatural (x3)

Spartacon for Spartacus

Welcome to Magic School for Harry Potter

I also went several times to Comic Con Paris and the Japan Expo / Paris Manga

For bands and singers:

2CELLOS

30 Seconds to Mars

Against the Current (x2)

Airbourne

Akine

Alessia Cara

Amaranthe

Andy Burrows

Anne Marie

Astrid S

Barry Moore

Bastille (x3)

Bigflo & Oli

Billy Lockett

Bon Jovi

BORNS

Britney Spears

Bruno Mars

Cage the Elephant

Calum Scott

Catfish and the Bottlemen

Céline Dion (x3)

Christine and the Queens

CLOVES

Cœur de Pirate (x2)

Daniel Docherty

David Guetta

Dean Lewis

Debout sur le Zinc

Deep Purple

Deftones

Demi Lovato

Depeche Mode (x2)

DJ Snake

Dodie

Dua Lipa

Ed Sheeran

Eddy de Pretto

Edguy

Ella Eyre

Europe

Evanescence

Evergrey

Fall Out Boy

Florence + The Machine

Fred Page

Gang of Youth

Gojira

Grace Carter

Halsey

HammerFall

Harry Styles (x2)

Hayley Kiyoko (x2)

Henri PFR

Her

Hozier (x2)

Hugo Barriol

Imagine Dragons

Imany

IQ

Iron Maiden

Jain (x2)

James Bay

Jamie Lawson (x2)

Jess Glynne

Julia Michaels

K. Flay

Kaleo

Kamelot (x3)

Kavinsky

Khalid

King Princess

Kodaline

L.E.J.

LANY (x2)

Leave’s Eyes

Les Wriggles

Lewis Capaldi

Little Mix

Loic Nottet

Lorde

Louise Attaque

LP

Mabel

Maren Morris

Marina Kaye

Massive Attack

Metallica (x2)

mewithoutYou

Mostly Autumn (x3)

Motörhead

MUNA

Muse

Mystery

Naé

Niall Horan

Nightwish (x3)

Nothing But Thieves

Oscar and the Wolf

Panic! At The Disco

Paramore

Parov Stellar (x2)

Passenger

Patrick Bruel

Phil Collins

Pitbull

Portugal, The Man

POWERS

PVMNTS

Rag’n’Bone Man

Rage

Rammstein (x2)

RAYE (x2)

Rilès

Rita Ora (x2)

Roch Voisine

Rudimental

Shaka Ponk (x4)

Shawn Mendes

Ska-P

Sonata Arctica (x2)

Steph Grace

Suzane

Syrens Call

Ten Years After

The 1975

The Chainsmokers

The Faim (x2)

The Killers (x2)

The Maine

The Neal Morse Band

The Rolling Stones

The Script

The Vamps

Tom Walker

Ty Segall

U2

Visions of Atlantis

Volbeat (x2)

Whitechapel

Why Don’t We

Wild Youth

Within Temptation (x3)

Years and Years (x2)

Zara Larsson

Most of the DJs in this list were in festivals, I never went to a proper EDM concert now that I think about it, and I didn’t include opening acts I didn’t like or never saw as headliners

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Soi kèo, nhận định Hull City vs Swansea City, 22h00 ngày 29/01/2022

https://soikeoclub.net/soi-keo-nhan-dinh-hull-city-vs-swansea-city-22h00-ngay-29-01-2022/

Soi kèo, nhận định Hull City vs Swansea City, 22h00 ngày 29/01/2022

Cả Hull City vs Swansea City đều cần điểm để thoát hẳn khỏi vị trí nguy hiểm xuống hạng, “bầy hổ” hay “thiên nga đen” sẽ được hưởng trọn niềm vui ở trận đấu muộn nhất vòng 29 này?

Soi kèo Hull City vs Swansea City

Đội khách Swansea City vẫn đang phải lận đận ở nửa dưới của bảng xếp hạng, khả năng leo lên vị trí cao hơn khá thấp khi mà trong 5 trận đã qua để thua tới 3 trận và chỉ thắng Barnsley 0-2 trên sân khách.

Tuy nhiên khoảng cách với top 6 cũng chỉ là 8 điểm, nếu biết tận dụng và thi đấu tốt ở quãng thời gian này, đội bóng hoàn toàn có thể lấy lại phong độ.

Trận gần nhất họ hòa 1-1 trước đối thủ khó chịu Huddersfield Town trên sân khách, kết quả này tạm ổn

Trên hàng công họ không thiếu những nhân tố chơi tốt như Piroe với 11 bàn thắng và 4 đường kiến tạo, chân sút Hà Lan này có 8 lần mở điểm.

Theo sau là Peterson với 8 bàn và 4 đường chuyền dọn cỗ, ngoài ra phải kể đến Ntcham cũng đã có 3 lần ghi bàn, cùng với Laird tung ra từ 2-3 đường chuyền ngon ăn cho các đồng đội phía trên.

Chủ nhà Hull City kém đội khách 5 điểm và chỉ hơn nhóm xuống hạng đúng 4 điểm, mục tiêu mới lên hạng chắc chắn là ở lại đến năm sau và tiếp tục chiến đấu.

Soi kèo Hull City vs Swansea City

Sau 4 trận thắng liên tiếp thì họ để thua 3 trận và hòa 2 trận, phong độ đang chững lại, đội bóng cần 1 chiến thắng để tạo động lực tốt sắp tới.

Trận mới đây thua Stoke City 0-2 ngay trên sân nhà, 3 trận thua gần nhất đều là trước các đối thủ top trên.

Hull City gần như phụ thuộc vào hai nhân tố Lewis-Potter và Honeyman trên hàng công, cả hai tạo ra 9 bàn thắng và 4 đường kiến tạo, còn lại các nhân khác tập trung vào khâu phòng ngự.

Tiền đạo Magennis đã xuống phong độ khá nhiều mới chỉ có 2 bàn cùng với Longman và Wilks có số lần lập công tương tự.

Nhận định kèo châu Á Hull City vs Swansea City: Hull City -1/4

Chủ nhà được ưa ái xếp cửa trên nhưng với mức chấp dè dặt, đây là tỉ lệ mà họ thắng 2 trận trước các vị khách trên sân nhà vào mùa giải 2017.

Tỉ lệ thắng kèo của Hull City cũng tốt hơn ở mức 60% so với 40% của đội khách tính trong 10 trận đã qua.

Quá khứ chủ nhà thắng 5/10 trận và chỉ để thua 2, trong 5 lần tiếp đón Swansea City thắng 4 và hòa 1. Tỉ lệ thắng kèo lên tới 80%.

Lựa chọn Hull City trận này.

Soi kèo tài xỉu Hull City vs Swansea City: Chọn tài 2 1/4

Trên sân nhà Hull City ghi bàn đều đặn 2 bàn/trận ở 3/ 5 trận gần nhất nhưng hàng phòng ngự lại là điểm yếu khi để lọt lưới từ 1-2 bàn/trận.

Swansea City cũng bộc lộ tuyến dưới chơi chưa đúng sức, chỉ riêng 5 trận đã thủng 9 bàn, hiệu suất ghi bàn gần 1 bàn trận. Tỉ lệ tài bàn thắng 60%.

7/10 trận đã qua giữa hai đội luôn có kịch bản tưng bừng bàn thắng, trung bình các trận có từ 4 lần lưới rung.

Lựa chọn tài bàn thắng trận này.

Dự đoán tỷ số: Hull City 2 – 1 Swansea City

Nhận định Hull City vs Swansea City

5/5 trận gần nhất của Hull City trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất 1 bàn thắng được ghi.

4/5 trận gần nhất của Swansea City trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất 1 bàn thắng được ghi.

4/5 trận gần nhất đối đầu giữa hai đội trong hiệp 1 có ít nhất 1 bàn thắng được ghi.

Hai đội hưởng trung bình hơn 4-5 quả góc/trận.

Hai đội phải nhận trung bình từ trên 2 thẻ vàng/trận trở lên.

Đội hình xuất phát dự kiến hai đội:

Hull City: M. Ingram, C. Elder, L. Coyle, A. Jones, J. Greaves, G. Moncur, G. Docherty, A. Cannon, R. Longman, M. Wilks, K. Lewis-Potter.

Swansea City: B. Hamer, K. Naughton, R. Bennett, R. Manning, J. Latibeaudiere, E. Laird, K. Smith, O. Ntcham, M. Grimes, J. Paterson, J. Piroe.

[aras-charas]

Rorke Proinsias Bailor

{FC: Jim Parsons} 28 | June 11, 1690 | Gemini

T H E   B A S I C S

Born June 11th in Cork, Ireland Species: Human Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Straight Religion: Science Spoken Languages: English, some Latin Current residency: the Caribbean; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and Los Angeles, California (Modern AU) Occupation: Physicist (Modern AU)

P H Y S I C A L   T R A I T S

Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown Height: 6’1”

Weight: 144 lbs Tattoos + piercings: None

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Intelligence: High Favorite color: Light blue Likes: Being early, clean/tidy spaces, coffee, making lists, model rockets, museums, obscure trivia, outer-space memorabilia, science-fiction, science-themed coffee mugs, tea, theoretical physics, waking up early Dislikes: Dogs, loud music, sleeping in, talking during movies, unmade beds Disposition: Quiet, more of a thinker than a talker; oftentimes comes across as haughty due to his high intelligence without realizing it Hobbies: Chess, collecting comic books, crossword puzzles, logic puzzles, playing piano, reading educational works, scientific documentaries , visiting museums

B I R T H   C H A R T

Sun Sign: Gemini Moon Sign: Capricorn Rising Sign: Sagittarius

R O R K E ' S   S T O R Y

Rorke was born on June 11, 1690 in Cork, Ireland as the only child of Berach Bailor and Mórríghan Leamhanach. At a young age, Rorke displayed an intellect far beyond his years and expressed a love for the sciences as he progressed through school. Growing up, he and Ferren Docherty were best friends, spending most of their days playing together near the stream behind their houses. He and Ferren eventually have three children together: Roridan, Larke, and Desmond Bailor. Modern AU: Rorke moves to Philadelphia to complete a degree in astrophysics, and Ferren comes to live with him near Rittenhouse Square. After Ferren leaves for Los Angeles, Rorke completes his studies and earns his degree. He packs up and moves to Los Angeles to be with Ferren, who has established herself as a model and actress. He supports her through her journey on Dancing with the Stars, while working on procuring his Master’s degree.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

| Mother: Mórríghan Bailor (née Leamhanach) | Father: Berach Bailor | | Siblings: None | | Main Pairing: Fork (with Ferren Docherty) | | Children: Roridan, Larke, and Desmond Bailor | | Others: None |

[penaltybox-gossip]

Something that I find weird about their relationship is how her friends comment on like every single posts he makes. Like imagine Sammy’s friends but WORSE. There’s one friend in particular who always does, her name is Naomi

^^^

[goaliegossip]

Kayleigh (Rutger’s girlfriend) is studying abroad in Australia and honestly I have so much respect for her because I think so many girls would have chosen not to go because of the distance. Good for her

hopefully her boyfriend can keep his hands to himself

[leviathanleva]

Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: After months of dancing around each other, you and Hazard come to one last draw before your inevitable departure.

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Chapter 7

Early February morning, the snow has partly melted by now. Out on the second-story balcony, the vapor coming from your coffee isn’t the only visible steam. Your breath is as well, it comes out in puffs before rising above your head and dissipating.

The air is crisp and refreshing, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. For a moment, you close your eyes and let the rays warm your frozen, runny nose.

The coffee mug is scalding against your chest, it’s comforting, brings you solace and helps you think clearly about the conversation that is to come. You rest against the railing of the balcony, taking in the city beyond, Maisie is sniffling at your feet, already walked and fed because that’s the first thing you do in the morning, even before showering.

Your feet are cold despite the thick woolen socks and slippers you have on. You think it is what it is and decide to just live with it, your extremities have always been cold during the winter.

The sliding door behind you opens and you look back to see Findlay’s disheveled form standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawns and stretches, the thick muscles under his tank top flexing and expanding, it’s a sight to behold for sure, but sadly you won’t be a witness to it for much longer. And he’s never cold, a part of you has always been jealous of that trait of his.

“Hey.” You call softly, voice still heavy with sleep. You keep your eyes on him for a bit longer before turning them back to the city.

“Ey.” He responds in kind and comes to your side, your elbows collide when he leans on the railing next to you, following your gaze towards the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance. There’s a brief moment of silence before he asks. “Is everything a’right? Ah didn’t expect you leavin’ a note f’ me out of all people.”

You take your time sipping coffee before speaking up again.

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you. Just wanted to talk in private.”

Deep, steady breath and a calm mind were how you were going to get through this encounter. You just had to stay level-headed, that’s all, be friendly but keep him at arm’s length, for both your sakes.

“Was this about?” He doesn’t even seem bothered that stray snowflakes are falling on his bare shoulders, meanwhile, you’re shaking, but whether that’s from the cold or from anxiety is uncertain.

You take a breath, then another, then finally manage to string together the words.

“I found a place.” You begin and glance at him anxiously. “Y’know, to move into and finally stop being a freeloader here.” He doesn’t react and you take it as a bad sign so you continue, trying to lighten the already heavy atmosphere. “It’s already furnished so I won’t be stealing any of your things.”

“You can take wha’ever you wont, you know I don’t care.” He rasps, you hear the strain surging in his voice, the pebble stuck in his throat, the weight suddenly pressing down on his chest, a weight you had just put there. “You can take the whole place wi’cha, if y’ wanted. Still won’t care.”

“Fin…”

“Why?” You stiffen at his question, the rawness of his tone, the betrayal he’s trying to hide but is still so visible in those honeyed eyes you’ve come to love. It’s painful to watch him at a loss, not knowing how to combat your decision and ultimately having to let you go.

He looks like he’s been slapped.

You’d been preparing for this talk for days and it was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for him. But you were set on your words, you couldn’t stay any longer, you didn’t want to.

“Because – ”

“ – Is someone botherin’ you?” He finally turns to face you. “Did someone do someth’n t’ you? Y’ can tell me, I always listen.”

“No, it’s not that.” You avert your eyes and stare into the blackness of your coffee instead, trying to find the right words in the murky caffeinated water. “Of course, nobody’s done anything, I love you all like family.”

A breeze blows past and manages to force a shiver up your spine. His first thought was to take you in his arms and bade the cold away, but just as abruptly as his hands lifted to reach for you, they fell back to his sides.

You wanted to cry… protest and have him continue, tell you that everything was going to be okay and that he’d take care of things like he always did. But now wasn’t the time for weakness. Because the hug would end, then he’d ruffle your hair and leave, nothing more. He wouldn’t hold you like a lover but like a sibling, a friend.

And you didn’t want to leave. You had to.

“Wot is it then? Yer room? Too small?” He asks abruptly, wracking his brain and trying to figure out your reasoning while simultaneously coming up with solutions. Anything to keep you from leaving him. He couldn’t bear the thought, not after everything. He’d move with you if it weren’t for his family depending on him, he didn’t care where in the world he was as long as it was with you. “You can have mine, Ah don’t care.”

You shake your head and his world shatters a little bit more.

“No. Fin, please listen to me.”

“Why den? Why leave?” He’s at a loss, completely forgetting that you can speak for yourself and he doesn’t need to play a guessing game. So he goes quiet and stares at you pleadingly, ignoring the ache in his chest and focusing solely on you.

“Please…Please, tell me what’s wrong…”

You take one last stressed sip of your coffee and set it down before turning to him properly, no longer leaning on the railing but instead facing each other in your full stature.

He at least deserved a proper reason and to look him in the eyes when you giving it.

“Because it’s not right to stay.” You say, then motion towards your chest as your brows knit together, an angsty expression bittering your features. “I don’t benefit you guys in any way. The best I can do is make food and clean up, help you with some tasks and run errands. I don’t fit in here. I’m not phreak, I don’t have any skills.”

Even in dire moments like these, you’re still so pretty to him. His little angel…

The way the sunrays cascade over your form, giving you an otherworldly glow, it takes his breath away and balms over his turbulent feelings and racing thoughts.

You always did have a way of soothing him. Soft words and gentle touches, that’s how you were, those are some of the many things that made you perfect in his eyes. Always caring for others, especially him who’s been alone in shouldering the unfairness of the world for so long.

“That never mattered.” He shoots back with confidence this time because it’s true. You’ve been a vital part of their team since you first came to join them. It didn’t matter that you weren’t a skilled hacker or couldn’t shoot a gun. Civilians had their own set of irreplaceable skills. Even if all you wanted to do was be Maisie’s sitter, you’d still be doing more than enough. “We all love you, we do. Couldn’t have made it dis far without ya.”

“Findlay…”

Why did he have to fight back so hard? Why couldn’t he just make things easy on you? You were already suffering with regret and the agony of separation before you’d even left, and seeing him this desperate, this sincere in trying to keep you from slipping away was just adding salt to the wound.

You wanted to hug him close and coo at him until he was calmed, tell him that this wasn’t goodbye forever. You’d come to visit, have dinners as a family again, take walks with Maisie and him, just the three of you. You just wouldn’t be constantly around.

That’s all. It wasn’t that serious, you weren’t moving to another city.

“So is not just tha’ then.” He scoffs to himself, rips his eyes off you to stare into nothingness. “Someone did do somethin’.” There’s a brief pause before his gaze rises again to meet yours, you see the bleak fire within it, still the combative spirit persists, refuses to let you go without a good tussle. “Tell me who, I’ll have a talk with ‘em, can resolve this right now.”

“No…” you rub at your eyes to massage away the tears.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t.

It wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You’d fallen for him, not the other way around.

“What then? Why d’ ya wanna leave so badly?” His anguished, sullen words are like razors to your neck. You can’t breathe properly anymore. The sobs are beating down on your throat and you can’t fight them off for much longer.

“I – ”

“ – Don’ leave.” He says, begs you as much as a man of his character and ssize can. Your knees weaken at his pleads and you bite down viciously on your bottom lip to keep from breaking down completely. “You cannae leave me. Won’t let you.” He takes your hands in his, sucks in a long inhale and pulls you a bit closer, shielding you from the glare of the sun, from the cold, from the world, everything. “Please. Stay.”

You’re crumbling in front of him as he stands there silently and lets you speak. Mentally drained and emotionally at the brink, yet you refuse to let go of his hands and that’s enough to tell him that you don’t want to leave, but something is making you. And the worst part is that you refuse to tell him to keep him unburdened while you take on all of the weight and try to carry it away with you silently.

A part of him is enraged by this. How dare you try to take all the blame and let him demonize you for simply wanting to abandon him? How dare you take his job of carrying the hefty loads? He was the strong one, he was the tank, he was the shield that was supposed to separate you from all danger and problems.

He’d failed you…

He couldn’t stand it…

“I just…I can’t do this anymore, Fin.”

His thoughts come to a screeching halt.

“Do wha’?”

“This!” You let go of one of him long enough to motion between the two of you. “Whatever this is, whatever we are. I just… I can’t…”

He’s almost relieved to hear you confess your woes finally.

“Tha’s it?” He quirks a brow and you see the strain in his shoulders vanish. “Okey, aye I get it.” He rubs at the stubble on his chin, presumably in thought, but not really. The answer to your problem was right there. “I’s no problem. I’ll leave ya alone. Won’t hear a peep from me.” Despite the rejection that had been thrown in his face, he smiles wide. If this meant keeping you, he was willing to sacrifice. “Should’a said something earlier, lass. I just thought you – ”

“ – No!” You protest, yell nearly loud enough to wake up everyone still asleep. You want to rip your hair out with how exasperatingly daft he is. “You don’t get it!” You grip the straps of his tanktop, then tear your hands away from him only to hug yourself out of frustration. “I want – I – ”

This is the perfect moment, but again you’re left with a lump at the base of your mouth, a lock on your tongue, unable to speak the words. Beyond desperate to explain, you do the only other thing you can think of, you act before your self-sabotaging mind has a chance to talk you out of it.

You kiss him.

Stand high on your toes, pull him down by the neck, and link your lips to his. It’s a brief kiss, a sloppy and uncoordinated one, your mouths don’t even fit together properly.

Gasping for air, you pull away as abruptly as you’d leaned in and search his eyes for anything to hint at rejection.

He’d not done anything when you’d locked lips, hadn’t reeled back, but hadn’t reciprocated either so you were left in a standstill until he made up his mind.

He stares at you dumbly with his mouth agape and eyes wide and unblinking.

A minute passes and the doubt is already munching at your sanity. However, then you’re unceremoniously picked up and hoisted against his broad chest. He guides your legs to wrap around his toned torso, has your arms locked around his neck and mapping out what skin you can reach as he molds his lips back to yours. You feel your back being gently pressed into a wall to make sure you had support on both ends.

A meek mewl slips past you and his reply is a pleased grunt as he rubs needy patterns into your thighs.

He pushes his tongue past your teeth and twirls it around yours, beckoning you to play. The muffled moan that erupts from you is music to his ears, a noise unparalleled by anything he’s ever heard in his life. He presses harder against you, squishing you between his warm chest and the cold wall behind so there’s nowhere for you to run anymore. This was it, you were stuck with him now.

No more running, no more denying, no more beating around the bush.

He was certain now that you wanted him as much as he’d wanted you and he’d not let anything stand between you anymore.

And to think this was why you’d wanted to leave…

His baby stubble grazes your skin deliciously, a single compliment from you months ago and he’d started keeping it instead of shaving it off every morning.

He kisses you with suffocating need, bruising your lips and making them swell as he nips and licks and tastes, and explores every inch of your mouth. He indulges himself, gives into you like you’re a peace of Heaven on Earth, a sinful delight that’s been dangling before him for months, just out of reach.

The skin on his back ripples to life under your touch, awakens into eager goosebumps that you ghost over with flattened palms. You cross your ankles over his waist, your toes curling in delight the longer he smothers your mouth with his own.

A thin trail of saliva still connects you when Hazard pulls away long enough to take a breath before diving for your neck. You lean your head back willingly, rest your crown against the cement wall and crane your neck to the side to give him more room to explore. Your thighs begin to quiver when you feel his sharp canines grazing over your sensitive skin. His tongue works wonders into your flesh, makes you both giggle and choke on moans, completely forgetting about the cold or the exposure.

“Findlay…” You wail weakly, then gasp when he automatically bucks into you, spurred on by the call of his name. Sparks fly behind your lids and you rake your nails over his shoulders, riling him up even more.

“Shite…” He groans and struggles for air as his grip on your legs tightens. “Don’t do tha’, luv.”

“Why?” You question dumbly, too drunk on him to truly care for the answer. All you want is to keep feeling him, keep hearing his voice, and smelling his scent.

“Makes me go wild.”

You laugh out an apology, note the grin, the widest one you’ve ever seen, listen to him pant heavily through his nose and rest his forehead against your collarbones as he comes down from his high.

“I love you…” You blurt out and thump a fist weakly against his back. Your legs untangle from his waist without your consent, but every muscle in your body has turned to jello and you’re given no choice. You’ve turned to mush in his brutish embrace and you’d have it no other way. “You moron…I love you so much…”

It comes out so easily now like you’ve been saying it forever. It’s smooth on your tongue, feels right, deserved.

“I thought..” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief and the tips of his hair tickle your nose.

“You thought wrong.” You’re all too eager to interject, cutting off whatever idiotic, self-detrimental bullshit he was about to spit out.

Hazard brings his gaze away from the soft comfort of your sweater, and watches you from beneath his brows as the passion darkening his features morphs into the gentlest love. He readjusts, gives you a bit more movement space, but has no intention of letting you go. His hands are still palming at your legs, you can feel the heat coming off them and seeping over your skin even through the thick leggings hugging your thighs.

“Cannae blame me.” He says softly, words only meant for your ears. And despite the twinge of a joking tone, you know he’s serious, that he doesn’t think very highly of himself in terms of appearance. “Who’d wanna wake up t’ this ugly mug every mornin’.?”

It’s sad to think he’s been denying you and himself for so long because of self-doubt, thinking that you deserve better, that you should find better. Someone who has a stable life, can provide you with comfort instead of dragging you into a war and offer you a safe and calm life. Someone who didn’t have half his body replaced by cybernetics, a man fully human who wasn’t littered with battle scars.

“I would.” You combat tenderly and glide your hands down until they’re resting over the steady beat of his heart. “I want this.” You tap his forehead next. “And this. Everything that’s you, I want, Fin.”

“Don’t deserve a pre’y bird like you.”

It’s a compliment for you and an insult towards him, it’s unbearable to hear such bitter-sweetness. You press the cushions of your thumbs against his lips to shush him.

“None of that, please.”

He kisses you then, having forgotten for a moment that now he was free to do that whenever he wanted. The puppy love flares, lashes out, needing more of your essence on him. He wanted to have a piece of you always with him, hell, he’d carry you around in his pocket if that was an option, show you off to anyone who crossed his path.

You smile in contentment against him, cling to him with one arm as your free hand travels up to comb through the soft tuft of hair you’d helped him bleach not too long ago.

Serenity isn’t something you take lightly, you know it’s a gift to feel at peace, and he’s brought you so much of that this morning. You caress his cheek, both look over and trace his features with the tips of your fingers, committing every dip and line to memory.

He stands still for you, closes his eyes, and leans into your touch like a man who’s never been touched with tenderness before, never been handled with care.

Your very own hazardous beast turned pet by a drop of affection. It was as cute as it was tragic.

He deserved so much more. He deserved the world.

“Whenever we were together.” You begin, drawing his attention from studying your kiss-bruised lips to your eyes where he lets himself get lost. You shake your head at the confession, nearly cringing, but it was only natural, for which couple didn’t have their cringe-worthy moments? “Outside that is, running errands. I’d always watch you closely to see which women you’d look at. Wanted to know what you fancied.” It’s a silly little confession, but you want him to know, you want him to know everything about you, be your lager of sorts and from the way he’s focused all his concentration on you, you can tell he’s more than willing to be put to the task. So a smile etches itself onto your winter-chilled features and you continue. “But you never looked at anyone…I had to guess what you liked.”

The answer is simple in his mind, he spits it out without even having to think it through.

“Da’s cuz I only got eyes fer you, daftie.” He shrugs as if his words didn’t melt your core and nearly give you baby fever. “Don’t need ta be lookin’ at other birds.”

It’s been such a long game of denial and restraint and now that all cards have been laid face up on the table, you’re not sure what follows. You didn’t expect things to turn out as they did, the bags in your room were ready for departure, you’d thought this morning would be goodbye.

You kick your feet nonchalantly, still propped up several feet above the floor. He holds you as if you weigh nothing and compared to his usual load, you probably don’t.

“What do we do now?” Is the only thing you can muster to ask next, looking to Hazard for guidance as if he wasn’t just as lost as you were.

Mischief twinkles in his honeyed orbs, a certain thought pulls a smirk onto his lips before he answers:

“Shag.”

“Findlay!” You exclaim. You’re mortified while he just laughs. Anticipation makes your skin tingle. The image of peeling off his clothes and witnessing everything you’ve only dreamed of is both nerve-wracking and enticing. But his choice of words couldn’t have been more unattractive, he went straight to the point though.

“I don’t shag.” You say and cup his face gently, rub your thumbs over his cheeks and smooth down his cocky smirk. You make sure to catch his eyes and draw his attention out of its bubble of lewd images. “I make love.”

He blinks blankly at that, processing your statement, before showering you with suffocating pecks. He leaves no surface untended in his kiss crusade. You fight him off weakly, turning your head this way and that, eyes squinted shut at his loving assault.

His excitement is unmatched, he’s like a pup at a pet store.

When he’s satisfied with his work and you’re left visibly breathless, he pulls back.

“Le’s get some breakfast first doe, ‘m starvin’.”

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A Natural  Approach

When diet and exercise is proving to be difficult in attempting to lose weight, one must consider a natural way to help control appetite and ‘hunger receptors’ called Leptin receptors. Here’s a simple addition that may prove beneficial:

A. Add a natural appetite suppressor – Our Appetite Balancer has key amino acids that can curb appetite.  It contains:

5-Hydroxytryptophan (“5-HTP”), a naturally-occurring amino acid precursor to serotonin. Numerous studies have confirmed the safety and efficacy of 5-HTP in reducing appetite and food intake in obese healthy and non-insulin-dependent diabetic individuals.[1,2,3] A 2006 study in mice concluded, “5-HTP-induced anorexia may be mediated by facilitation of leptin secretion.”[4] Vitamins B6 and C are important cofactors in the 5-HTP to serotonin pathway. Among the several serotonin receptors thus identified, the 5HT2C receptors are suspected in control of food intake. Mice without this receptor exhibit increased food intake and become obese.*[5]

DL-Phenylalanine (DLPA), a combination of the d- and the l- forms of this essential amino acid. Phenylalanine suppresses appetite by regulating the release of cholecystokinin, which in turns signals satiety in the brain. D-phenylalanine increases endorphins, while L-phenylalanine is an amphetamine-like stimulatory compound. DLPA has been found to elevate mood, curb appetite and reduce pain.*

L-Tyrosine, an essential amino acid is needed for conversion into the catecholamine neurotransmitters stress depletes: dopamine, norepinephrine, and epinephrine. It is also a precursor for thyroxine. Doctors use tyrosine as a mood elevator, to increase alertness after sleep deprivation and as an appetite suppressant; although support for the latter appears anecdotal.*[6]

L-Glutamine, well–recognized for gut and immune support, has also been espoused to reduce carbohydrate cravings and support alcohol withdrawal, although the mechanism of action for these benefits is not known.*[7,8]

Chromium, as chromium picolinate is widely used to optimize insulin function; thereby preventing swings in blood glucose levels that may be responsible for carbohydrate cravings. The mineral in the form present was indeed demonstrated to reduce carbohydrate cravings in a double-blind, placebo-controlled study.*[9,10]

B. Add nutrients to help increase effectiveness of Leptin receptors. Leptin is the hormone that tells your body that you are “full”. Leptin resistance is similar to insulin resistance; it is a KEY to weightless issues. Adding our Leptin Balancer can be a great addition to your diet.

References 

1. Cangiano C, et al. Eating behavior and adherence to dietary prescriptions in obese adult subjects treated with 5-hydroxytryptophan. Am J Clin Nutr 1992 Nov;56(5):863-7

2. Cangiano C Effects of oral 5-hydroxy-tryptophan on energy intake and macronutrient selection in non-insulin dependent diabetic patients. Int J Obes Relat Metab Disord 1998 Jul;22(7):648-544

3. Amamoto T, Sarai K. On the tryptophan-serotonin metabolism in manic-depressive disorders. Changes in plasma 5-HT and 5-HIAA levels and urinary 5-HIAA excretion following oral loading of L-5HTP in patients with depression. Hiroshima J Med Sci. 1976 Sep;25(2-3):135-40 [PMID: 1088369]

4. Yamada J, Sugimoto Y, Ujikawa M. Involvement of leptin in hypophagia induced by the serotonin precursor 5-hydroxytryptophan (5-HTP) in mice. Biol Pharm Bull. 2006 Mar;29(3):557-9 [PMID: 16508167]

5. Rogers PJ, Blundell JE. Reanalysis of the effects of phenylalanine, alanine, and aspartame on food intake in human subjects. Physiol Behav. 1994 Aug;56(2):247-50 [PMID: 7938234]

6. https://ift.tt/2UCAtyd {accessed 09 July 07}

7. Goodwin, F. APA Psychiatric News, Dec 5, 1986 in Atkins, R. Dr. Atkins Vita-Nutient Solution. Simon & Schuster, NY 1998 p169

8. Rogers,L., Pelton, R. Quarterly Journal of Studies of Alcohol, 1957;18(4):581-87 in Atkins, R. Dr. Atkins Vita-Nutient Solution. Simon & Schuster, NY 1998 p169

9. Broadhurst CL, Domenico P. Clinical studies on chromium picolinate supplementation in diabetes mellitus–a review. Diabetes Technol Ther. 2006 Dec;8(6):677-87 [PMID: 17109600]

10. Docherty JP, et al. A double-blind, placebo-controlled, exploratory trial of chromium picolinate in atypical depression: effect on carbohydrate craving. J Psychiatr Pract. 2005 Sep;11(5):302-14 [PMID: 16184071]

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Ray McGovern Answers Torture Accountability Question in Deep Truth Mockingbird Media Panel from Vic Sadot - Broadside Balladeer on Vimeo.

The Mockingbird Media Panel was the opening session of the weekend-long "Deep Truth: Visionaries Speak Out" Livestream Conference hosted by NoLiesRadio July 8-10, 2018. All panels are NOW ARCHIVED for your viewing convenience! Please share the links! Please make a donation to NoLiesRadio for this monumental effort! noliesradio.org/archives/147338 This 7 minute video was made from a segment extracted by hummux from part of the Q&A session where "Berkeley Livestream Audience Room" Organizer, and 9/11 Truth singer-songwriter, Vic Sadot, asks Ray McGovern questions about "Torture Accountability". "Mockingbird 2.0: Propaganda, Fake News, Fake History, & Outright Censorship" Panel Participants: Tom Kiely, Moderator. Panelists: Ray, McGovern, Alison Weir, Mark Crispin Miller, and Gerry Docherty. Synopsis/Context of this Excerpt: (1) 25% of the footnotes in the 9/11 Commission Report derive from Torture used as “Testimony” according to Professor Michael Truscello in the 2013 documentary "9/11 In The Academic Community" by Adnan Zuberi; (2) Obama’s Dec 2016 secrecy classification of the 6,700 pages of the 2014 Senate Intelligence Report on US Torture "green-lighted" Trump to appoint Gina Haspel to head the CIA, a woman who had overseen torture sessions at a black site in Thailand; (3) Ray was roughed up by the Capitol Police at the Senate hearings on Haspel's nomination on May 10, 2018; (4) The 9/11 Truth Movement needs to join the growing movement to win the release of the Torture Report so that it will be used to seek truth and justice via prosecutions and the process of legal discovery. Join the BORDC campaign! The Bill of Rights Defense Committee: Will the Senate Torture Report Disappear? May 2, 2016 by Chip Gibbons. We demand the release of all 6,700 pages of the US Senate Report on the US Use of Torture! bordc.org/news/will-the-senate-torture-report-disappear See the April 28, 2016 Letter to The Honorable David S. Ferriero, Archivist of the United States National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) on Executive Branch Copies of SSCI Report April 2016 by the Defending Dissent Foundation. fr.scribd.com/doc/311256933/Letter-to-Archivist-on-Exec-Branch-Copies-of-SSCI-Report-Apr2016 Advocacy for Principled Action in Government by these 28 organizations: Allard K. Lowenstein International Human Rights Clinic; Appeal for Justice Association of American Publishers; Bill of Rights Defense Committee/Defending Dissent Foundation; Center for Constitutional Rights; Center for Media and Democracy; Center for Victims of Torture; Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington (CREW); Coalition for an Ethical Psychology; The Constitution Project Demand Progress; Duke Human Rights Center at the Franklin Humanities Institute; Essential Information; Federation of American Scientists, Project on Government Secrecy; Fellowship of Reconciliation; Government Accountability Project; Human Rights Watch; Human Rights First; National Religious Campaign Against Torture; National Security Archive; NC Stop Torture Now; No More Guantanamos; OpenTheGovernment.org; PEN; America Physicians for Human Rights; Psychologists for Social Responsibility; Society of Professional Journalists; Sunlight Foundation; Win Without War; Witness Against Torture. Sign the ACLU petition and campaign to demand the release of the Senate Report on Torture! action.aclu.org/petition/cia-torture?ms=web_141209_nationalsecurity_ciatorture Ron Paul on Senate Torture Report (8 m 43) Published on Aug 15, 2014 at RT America YouTube Channel youtu.be/TKjnDqo4_p4 Mike Gravel to Senator Mark Udall: Make Full Torture Probe Public Like I Did with Pentagon Papers (10 m 57)) Democracy Now! YouTube Published on Dec 16, 2014 youtu.be/GX380uc4nro America ill served by torture cover-up efforts by William E Jackson, Jr. 7-23-17 The Raleigh, NC News & Observer. R-NC Sen Richard Burr, Chair of the US Senate Intelligence Committee, newsobserver.com/opinion/op-ed/article157976479.html Burr buries the truth in constricted Haspel hearing by William E Jackson, Jr 4-11-18 The Raleigh, NC “News & Observer” newsobserver.com/opinion/op-ed/article210927714.html Does It Matter if John Brennan Was Complicit in Illegal Torture? By Connor Friedersdorf 01-08-13 The Atlantic theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2013/01/does-it-matter-if-john-brennan-was-complicit-in-illegal-torture/266918 CIA veteran tackled at Gina Haspel hearing charged with resisting arrest by Steve Nelson, May 10, 2018 in the Washington Examiner washingtonexaminer.com/policy/defense-national-security/cia-veteran-tackled-at-gina-haspel-hearing-charged-with-resisting-arrest BERKELEY CALLING BLOG Report 6-10-18: Deep Truth Visionaries Speak Out Conference - No Lies Radio Livestream Listening Room Report on the Mockingbird Media Panel by Vic Sadot wp.me/p3a8Dm-TG