#mine: george tucker

[starryeyesxx]

[finehs]

Lemon, I am simply here because my friend, George, is in pain.

[smusherina]

bridges burnt - chapter 5 [epilogue series] (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: When an invitation to Gretchen Wieners' wedding ended up in your mailbox, you'd been sure it was a mistake. Only, it read your name in neat, swoopy calligraphy. It was addressed to you. And Regina George, whom you hadn't spoken to in years.

additional clarification: This is set in the universe of yard work, a series of mine that can be found on my page! Reading this one might be a bit challenging without the context of the series :)

warning(s): weed mischief

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4

You were sitting at your table, chatting amicably with everyone, when Gretchen finally graced you with her presence. She was glowing, that much you could admit.

"Hey, guys!" She gave an energetic greeting. You smiled and waved.

"Oh em gee, Gretch!" Regina said as she stood up. She was considerably taller than the bride, with killer heels that gave some significant inches. They did air kisses on each cheek and cooed and squealed for a little.

"It's been so long! You're so rarely in town I wasn't sure you'd come!" Gretchen enthused. Her husband stood on the sidelines, looking quite put out but trying to hide it.

"Oh, you know I always make time for you," A blatant lie but you weren't going to say anything about it. "I'm so happy you've found love!"

"Me too," Gretchen gushed, snaring her boo-thang by the arm. He'd zoned out so startled a little but recovered quick with a dashing smile.

"Hi, I'm Michael." Of course, his name was Michael. What was next? Chad? Tucker?

"Regina. Regina George." Regina said, then turned to you. "And this is my partner."

You stood up and shook his hand, then said your name. "Nice to meet you. Congrats."

Michael nodded, smiling uncomfortably. He'd seemed sociable and open with the other guests so you didn't get why he was being all shy now.

"Thanks!" Gretchen chirped. Her eyes flitted between you and Regina. "Sorry if this is abrupt, but you two are still together?"

"We did go on a break right before college." Regina chose her words deliberately. "But after that, we just couldn't resist. True love just pulls you in, doesn't it?" She put her arm around your waist and pulled you to her. You stumbled a little, falling into her. Your arms came around her neck.

Gretchen looked quite unsettled by the close embrace. "It totally does." She said, tone falling flat.

"Mmh. Well, what plans have you got? Honeymoon?"

"Michael's been planning it for us," Gretchen said. That surprised you considering she was such a control freak. Perhaps you were wrong.

"There's no keeping secrets from her," Michael laughed. "Surprising her is too damn hard." His Southern twang was prominent. Something was charming about him, you supposed.

"I just want it to be right, Mike!" Gretchen teased, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "I've been better haven't I? I let Deborah do the flower arrangements."

"Yes, dear," Michael said, looking down at Gretchen with real, genuine love in his eyes.

Seeing them interact, so sweet on one another, made you sad. First of all, because you were so similar. You were on the same level, people just the same as them. Looking at them like this, in just the context of the moment currently playing out, you didn't want to ruin their wedding.

But you had history. Gretchen had outed you to the school in junior year of high school. It'd had devastating effects on your life as a whole. Your father went from cold neglect to open disdain, you lost the jobs you were doing around the neighbourhood, your peers ostracised you. Those close to you, Regina mostly, got targeted rumours spread around and more negative attention than ever.

Gretchen was not the sole reason for your and Regina's break up but definitely one of them. You had settled to forgive and forget when you came back to town, to stay away and not say anything in a silent, mutual agreement. You buried the hatchet and thought she had, too.

You should've known better. Watching her make googly eyes at her husband as if the things she did had no bearing, no weight, infuriated you. She had ruined your life. Things had progressed since you were in high school and outing didn't have quite the same fallout, but what she did to Kylie was still unforgivable. There hadn't been that much progress. Gay marriage was still illegal in some states.

"Man, Gretchen, seeing you like this brings me back." You said, eyeing her. "Those sure were the days," You sighed and played wistful.

The bride and groom shared glances. Regina picked up what you were putting down and got involved.

"You'll be seeing just how much of a wildcat she is, Michael," Regina said, laying it on thick. "You have my number, Gretch, just give me a call if you wanna relive old times on your wedding night." She finished off with a saucy wink. You almost couldn't hold in your laughter.

"Toodles," Regina wiggled her fingers and took you by the arm, leading you away.

Once you were a safe distance away, you asked: "Wonder if they'll talk about that in private?"

"About Gretchen being involved, allegedly, in a lesbian threesome sandwich? I'd bet on it." Regina grinned.

You steered towards the exit to the parking lot where your car was. You had the kazoos and water pistols in the trunk. Maybe you spent a good fifteen minutes pinning Regina to the side of your flashy vintage—Betty the Catalina, you introduced—sucking the soul out of her through her mouth. Making out. Whatever, that was neither here nor there.

While Regina set out to find a gullible mother to deceive into giving out kazoos and water pistols, you called a guy. Rick was his name and he owed you a favour. He happened to be the owner of several karaoke bars. He'd hook you up.

"Yeah, anything will do, just needs to connect to the loudspeakers—uhh, pretty new I'd say, nothing too fancy but they didn't skimp out, that's for sure—yeah, yeah, I'll give you the address. Can he get here in an hour? Maybe less? I can pay his speeding tickets, no worries."

After making sure a karaoke machine would be delivered to the reception, you strutted back towards the building. On the way, you spotted three youths huddled in a non-descript spot by some shed. They were only visible from the parking lot. You knew what they were up to.

"Hey, kids," You sidled up to them, prompting the tallest of them to fumble with the joint he was trying to light. He had acne all over and residues of black eyeliner on his eyes. He had a strip of hair dyed stripey like a racoon tail. It was pretty cool, to be honest.

"H- hey," He stuttered, voice cracking as he swiped some hair from his eyes. Oh, to be young.

"You got weed?" You decided to be blunt. (Ha, blunt.) The two others were shaking like leaves in their tuxedos.

"No. I don't, like, even know what that is," The ring-leader crossed his arms defensively and leaned casually against the wall of the shed. Or, well, he was going for casual but looked extremely spooked.

"Well, that's a damn shame 'cause I was just looking to buy some." You said and reached into your breast pocket to pull out your wallet. You opened it and pulled out a couple of fifties. "I got all this cash to burn. But, hey, if you don't got any..."

"You'd pay that much for weed?" The boy eyed the bills hungrily.

"I'll be straight with you, kid-"

"I'm not a kid. I'm seventeen." He grumped. "Flint. Or Finnigan, I guess."

"Alright, Flint, I'm gonna put this bluntly. Your family sorta sucks." You looked at the other two. They were probably all cousins. Wouldn't tattle if Flint, the Cool One, told them not to. They didn't seem that much younger. As a responsible adult, you should've probably said something along the lines of 'don't smoke it's bad for you' but you were just glad they weren't shooting up or anything.

"Understatement of the century," He scoffed.

"Which side are you from, by the way?"

"The groom's." They all said in unison. That explained why you'd never seen most of these folk.

"I don't know much about him to be fair, but if he's shacking up with Gretchen I'm pretty sure they're equally sucky. Anyway, I'm trying to get everybody as fucked up as possible." You clarified, skirting around exactly what you were trying to do which was to ruin the wedding. Maybe these kids had better morals than you. "The bride sorta caused a rift between my girlfriend and I years back, outed me to the whole school, it was a scandal, we broke up and I spiralled. It was bad and I want revenge."

"She outed you? Like..." Flint looked around, looking scared someone was gonna hear. Nobody else was around. "Like you're gay?"

"I'm here with my girlfriend today." You said, smiling dopeyly. Your cheeks hurt. "I think we're back together. It's complicated. So, you wanna sell?"

"Hell yeah," He grinned, teeth crooked to the ninth degree. "Can we get in on it? Michael totally sucks, he orders us around like we're his minions or something."

The other two nodded along empathetically. They all had the same boxy, swoopy haircut that kept falling into their eyes. What luck that ran into the angsty teens of the clan.

"I don't know how much you'll be able to do without getting in trouble with your parents. Gotta be at least a little subtle."

Flint dug into his backpack and pulled out a plastic tupperware. There were some decent-looking nugs in there from what you could see through the frosted plastic. You handed over the cash.

"Pleasure doing business with you." You contemplated for a moment. "Any chance you could pull the fire alarm for the cake-cutting?"

The three matching evil grins were enough of an answer for you. Their little emo faces made your chest feel warm. You wanted to take them under your wing, or something.

"By the way, weed is fine. It's not great, I don't recommend it, but if you're gonna do drugs then this is best case scenario." You shook the plastic case in your hand. "Never do hard drugs. It's gonna make your hair fall out and teeth hurt like a bitch."

You left the three teenagers to smoke their blunt, knowing that your little shpiel probably went through one ear and out the other. You hoped they pulled through but if they didn't, you were planning on doing enough wicked shit that the sprinklers triggering would just be a cherry on top.

You found Janis smoking a cigarette at the same spot you'd been at earlier.

"You got a grinder?"

You opened the lid of the box, blasting the air with the potent smell of cannabis.

"Where the fuck did you get all that?" She asked as she reached into her purse.

"Not important. What is, though, is how we'll get the guests high."

Janis, the bright mind that she was, immediately got to work. You didn't even bother asking what she was up to when she crouched on the floor and began grinding away. She had fast hands, you observed, with how quick and clean she was rolling several blunts. Now that you saw clearly into the tupperware, lord almighty Flint had a lot of kush.

"What's the plan?" You asked after a moment, holding the box in one hand and blunts in the other. You stubbornly ignored the compulsion to stick one between your lips and light up. That was over for you.

"Find a Helen, a Beatrice, and or a Leigh-Anne, and convince them this is a miracle herb harvested from the government-protected, top-secret alpine springs of Florida, known for reversing wrinkles, repairing hymens, and with long-term use reducing hair growth neck down. It might even accelerate or delay menopause, depending on whose asking."

"Florida is the flattest state in the continental USA." You pointed out.

"Exactly." Janis didn't spare you a glance, just kept on rolling.

"So we're spinning a multilevel-marketing scheme on these people."

"Not really." Janis paused and turned to you. "We're just scamming them. Not even with money, with the devil's lettuce."

"That's arguably worse. I think this might be a felony."

"Oh, it definitely is."

Notes: The ball is rolling! At last! It only took five chapters good golly god.

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[mariacallous]

In October, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. stood outside the United States Department of Agriculture headquarters and railed against the state of US agriculture. Big farms, pesticides, and feedlots were all part of a system that he said was destroying the health of Americans. “When Donald Trump gets me inside the building I’m standing outside right now, it won’t be this way anymore,” he said in a video uploaded to YouTube.

President Donald Trump did not get RFK Jr. inside the USDA. Instead he nominated his erstwhile opponent as Secretary of Health and Human Services, a role which will put Kennedy—if confirmed—in charge of vaccine policy, science funding, and public health. As HHS secretary, RFK Jr. would also be the most prominent supporter of organic farming in any recent administration, albeit one with limited access to the levers of power in agriculture, almost all of which reside with the USDA.

Even as an outsider, Kennedy’s vocal support of organic agriculture—and its central role within his Make America Healthy Again (MAHA) campaign—cements a realignment in the politics of organic farming. Eating organic has long been associated with left-leaning, Whole-Foods-tote-wielding urbanites. Now its biggest proponent is at the heart of the most right-wing US government in decades. In this shift, some groups spy an opportunity to place organic farming at the heart of the MAGA narrative—while others are concerned that RFK Jr.’s obsession with organic poses a serious risk to the climate.

That this realignment is happening at all is testament to Kennedy’s strangeness as a political figure. A longtime environmental lawyer at the National Resources Defense Council, he’s fought against water polluters and coal miners. His 2005 book Crimes Against Nature criticizes George W. Bush for allowing corporate interests to capture the US government and undermine environmental law. “The administration is systematically muzzling, purging, and punishing scientists and other professionals whose work impedes corporate profit taking,” he wrote in the book’s introduction. “The immediate beneficiaries of this corrupt largess have been the nation’s most irresponsible mining, chemical, energy, agribusiness, and automobile companies.”

Now Kennedy is vying to join an administration headed by a president who has dismissed climate change as a hoax and whose nominated energy secretary is currently CEO of one of America’s largest fracking companies. But RFK Jr.’s brand of environmentalism already eschews the main focus of the modern movement: carbon emissions. “Democrats have been subsumed in this carbon orthodoxy,” he told Tucker Carlson in August. “Everything is measured by its carbon footprint … And the reason we protect the environment is just the opposite of that. The reason we protect the environment is because there’s a spiritual connection.”

RFK Jr.’s embrace of organic—a vaguely defined approach to farming that shuns pesticides, herbicides, and artificial fertilizers and emphasizes soil health—aligns him more closely with the worldview of so-called “crunchy” environmentalists: suspicious of processed food and nostalgic for a vision of farming that harkens back to a simpler, more rural way of life. At his hearing on Wednesday, RFK Jr. thanked the “MAHA moms”—many of whom share his suspicion of vaccines as well as his dislike of pesticide and genetically modified crops.

It also puts him on a collision course with people who worry that a switch to organic crops would make it much harder for the US to achieve its climate goals. Organic crops tend to produce less yield per acre, thus requiring larger areas of land to grow the same amount of crops, which in turn increases carbon emissions and threatens biodiversity as more land is converted to agriculture.

On January 14, environmental research group The Breakthrough Institute published a letter opposing Kennedy’s confirmation as HHS secretary. The letter cites as a warning the Sri Lankan government’s April 2021 decision to switch to organic farming, which led to plummeting yields, skyrocketing food prices, and protesters storming the presidential palace. The Sri Lanka chemical ban was encouraged by environmental activist Vandana Shiva, whom RFK Jr. has described as a “hero” and a “role model.”

If he is confirmed in the HHS role, RFK Jr. will have limited influence on agricultural policy, says Emily Bass, associate director of federal policy, food, and agriculture at Breakthrough. But he would have oversight of the Food and Drug Administration, which enforces regulation of food in the US. “Pesticide residue limits are something that he could certainly influence with his regulations,” says Bass. And “limiting use of genetically modified crops, or more strictly monitoring their existence in the food supply, is something that could create a chilling effect on agricultural production.”

The HHS secretary also oversees the National Institutes of Health, which funds and coordinates medical research in the US. Bass says Kennedy may try to direct the agency and the FDA to produce research into pesticides and food additives that is then used to support litigation trying to change how the US farms. This might shift the FDA away from being an explicitly regulatory agency to more of an activist organization.

His ability to do any of this is likely to be constrained by Brooke Rollins, Trump’s pick for USDA chief, who is seen as a very conventional candidate for the role. Rollins’ chief of staff is Kailee Tkacz Buller, the former president and CEO of the National Oilseed Processors Association. RFK Jr. has consistently attacked oil seeds, writing on X that “seed oils are one of the most unhealthy ingredients that we have in foods” and directing followers to buy hats with the slogan “Make Frying Oil Tallow Again.”

In her confirmation hearing, Rollins indicated that she’d follow the president’s line on agriculture, and President Trump is unlikely to want to upset the farmers and agriculture industry figures who are his natural constituents. “I work for him. I am a cabinet member,” she said at the time.

There are already signs that conservative lawmakers are warming to organic farming. “Historically we haven’t gotten a lot of interest from the more conservative-leaning members of Congress,” says Gorden Merrick, senior policy and programs manager at the Organic Research Farming Foundation, a nonprofit that advances research into organic agriculture.

Now, Merrick says, he’s having a lot more meetings with “very conservative” legislators. “A lot of them did say they’re interested in hearing more about organic because of the influence of RFK and the growth of Make America Healthy Again.”

Pro-organic groups are also shifting how they speak about organic farming in order to appeal to the new administration. America imports a large amount of organic produce, says Kate Mendenhall, executive director of the Organic Farmers Association, a nonprofit that advocates for organic policies in the US. Growing more organic crops domestically will boost farmer’s incomes and US jobs, she says, and the growing demand for organic produce means that there is money to be made from getting in on the organic hype.

Although Kennedy’s support for organic is bringing new followers into the fold, this emerging coalition is still fragile. Organic consumers might lean left, but Trump has overwhelming support from American farmers. Only around 1 percent of US farmland is certified as organic, with the vast majority of farmers reliant on monocrops, feedlots, and pesticides, exactly the kind of farming practices that RFK Jr. opposes. If he did try to tighten up rules on pesticide residue or ingredient labeling, it’s not clear that the majority of farmers would back him.

There is another problem facing this uneasy political pairing. At his confirmation hearing, RFK Jr. struck a conciliatory tone, telling senators he isn’t anti-vaccine, but his dangerously inaccurate views on vaccines, autism, and HIV are well known. Having such a loose cannon in the administration may end up alienating both left-wing supporters of RFK Jr. and more conventional members of Trump’s cabinet, leaving Kennedy and his unusual organic coalition adrift once more.

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F1 Drivers x The Thick of It Quotes

Rewatched TTOI again and Malcolm Tucker’s quotes are just too iconic so I had to do something with them!

So here’s a collection of incorrect quotes pretty much showing that Max more than anyone else in the paddock is incredibly Malcolm Tucker-coded

Tw: Lots of swearing, suicide discussion, violence discussion

Charles (about Xavi): No, he’s useless. He’s absolutely useless. He is, he’s useless, he’s as useless as a marzipan dildo. Alright. Got to go. Xavi’s just walked in.

———

Max: How fucked am I?

Daniel: Well, you look awful, you look terrible. I mean, you often look quite bad, but…

Max: I mean, in terms of negative publicity. On the fuckometer, where am I?

Charles: Oh, 12.

Daniel: Yeah. 12, say.

Max: Out of what?

Charles: Er… 50.

Daniel: Oh, mine was out of ten.

Max: Right, (to Charles) so I’m 24% fucked according to you, (to Daniel) but according to you I’m 120% fucked?

———

Daniel: Did you see the news?

Max: NoMFuP.

Daniel: Eh?

Max: NoMFuP, N-O-M-F-U-P, Not My Fucking Problem - I quite liked that, did you like that?

Daniel: Yeah, it’s very good.

Max: I think I’ll use that quite a lot today.

Daniel: I’ll use it as well.

———

Max: (knock at the door) Come the fuck in, or fuck the fuck off.

———

(Max, Daniel and Checo are looking down at the atrium of a new building from their floor.)

Daniel: Good spot for a suicide, this, I would think: good long drop, appreciative audience.

Max: What if you just broke your back? You know, you’d be paralysed for life and they you’d still be depressed about the thing that was depressing you in the first place.

Checo: What are these, um, hangy-down things?

Daniel: Oh, they’re acoustic baffles, they stop it getting too echoey in here.

Max: So when you’re breaking your back, nobody can hear you screaming?

Daniel: Well, that is the kind of attention to detail that you get in an FIA building.

Christian Horner: (Spotting them from the ground floor) HEY! GET BACK TO WORK, ALL OF YOU!

———

Charles: Christ, Max, how do you appear out of nowhere in a building entirely made of glass?

Max: I’m a shape-shifter.

———

Max: Hey, I’m going to have a swear box installed on Monday.

Checo: What?

Max: Fucking joking, you twat! I’m on turbo.

———

Max: (To Charles) Hey, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve shat a Lego garage or Something.

———

Lance: Do you know, Fernando? Er, the best way to clear a paper jam?

Fernando: I don’t know, Kill a kid an hour until it sorts itself out?

———

Daniel: Afternoon, gentlemen! I heard there were sandwiches and I’m a fucker for cress - no, no, no, please don’t get up, I’m not viagra.

———

Max: Get over here, now. Might be advisable to wear brown trousers, and a shirt the colour of blood.

———

Daniel (about McLaren): Right, when I came into this team I thought, 'OK. Let's turn a fresh page.' So I turned a fresh page, and you collectively have drawn a gigantic fucking cock on it!

———

Esteban (about Mick): We're like Dick and Dom, aren't we? Great chemistry.

Lance: Yeah. Except neither one of you are Doms.

———

Toto: When the Red Bull drivers are here, you tell them nothing except where the toilets are, but you lie about that. And George, keep your tits in.

———

Max: Oi! Oi! James fucking May! It was you who sprayed the private information about the cost cap, wasn't it?! Like Jenson Button shaking up a magnum of piss!

———

Alex: Do you channel all your passions into pie charts, George? I don't even think you're excited about winning. I bet when you orgasm, you just put a little tick on a chart next to your bed.

———

Charles: Happy Birthday, Max.

Max: Stop saying that, right? Just you go home. What is this? Don't...Is this my new anal beads?

(Max looks at the box)

Max: Okay, this has been X-rayed, yeah? I'm not gonna get fucking, a present bomb in the face?

(Max opens the box. It contains a cake which reads 'Happy Birthday Cunt')

Max: This could be from anybody. (opens the accompanying card) Ah, it's from Checo. This is fucking Checo’s idea of a joke, yeah? And he wonders why we don't let him out in public.

Max: (leaving the paddock later that day) It's my birthday! (Offering Yuki a piece of cake) Cunt cake? Go ahead!

———

Fernando: (to Lance) Have you been in the paddock lately? Jesus, it's like the break-up of the Beatles, right? During the fall of the Roman Empire, while fucking Jordan's getting divorced from that bloke. All happening at the same time in a tiny fucking area, yeah?

———

Lando: Look at this! Takeaway and a fight. All I need now is a handjob in a bus shelter, I've had the great British night out.

———

Lando: Jesus, you're about as on the ball today as a dead seal!

Daniel: Hey, that's one of my fucking lines!

———

Max: Checo, I thought we had a deal, right? When I need your advice I'll give you the special signal, which is me being sectioned under the fucking Mental Health Act.

———

Daniel: (to Max) Good holiday?

Max: Shut it, you fucking hairdresser.

Checo: (to Max) Got any photos?

Max: I've got a photo of you in a minute with your cock nailed to the desk.

———

Max: (answering a knock at his door) Listen, if you are not a prostitute or a pizza guy, fuck off! (to Checo) Checo, listen, could you eat or fuck whatever's at the door on your fucking way out, please?

———

Max: (On the phone to Christian) How can I be held responsible? What, for what? I've created a what around the paddock? I've created a vibe? Listen, son, the only fucking vibe you have to worry about is the one that your wife hides in her knicker drawer.

———

Charles: Well done Max

George: He's very impressive, isn't he? In the way that, you know, Chairman Mao was actually quite impressive.

Lewis: Well that's the thing about the evil, isn't it, their amazing work ethic.

———

Max: Forgive and forget. That's my motto.

Daniel: I thought your motto was 'Who fucks wins' or 'Honi soit qui Max y fuck'.

———

Sebastian: OK people, I'd like to start this session with a question: when is a party not a party?

Fernando: When it's at your house?

———

Fernando: I'm on my own here, there's no one quite like me. Not here, not any more.

Lance: Yeah. You're the last VHS in Oxfam. They won't take them anymore, I've tried. Seasons 1 to 5 of The X-Files, nothing, can't give them away.

———

Daniel: (on the phone to Charles) You are not going to try and talk me down off a ledge, are you? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm really tired and the pavement looks like a nice, warm, splatty bed right now.

———

[newcountryradio]

New Country 27e jaargang  #T1251(S810) (C51) van 21 oktober 2024  (wk 43) uitzending op Smelne fm & Crossroads Country Radio

Album van de week: Nate Smith – California Gold

Classic album:   soundtrack  Oh Brother where art Thou ?                2001

Hits of the Year : 2010

Maandfavoriet : Cody Johnson /Carrie Underwood – I’m Gonna Love You

Maandartiest : George Jones       

George Jones – Choices   *maandartiest

Brooks & Dunn – She’s Not That Cheatin’ Kind       #1 30 jaar.

Sara Evans – Suds in The Bucket   #1 20 jaar   2019

Cody Johnson - How Do You Sleep at Night

Reba McEntire – Happy’s Place

Dwight Yoakam - Wide Open Heart

Wyatt Flores - Little Town.

Flatland Cavalry – Three Car Garage.

Post Malone Blake Shelton – Pour me a drink     #1

Nate Smith – Can You Die From a Broken Heart  .  *Album vd week

Nate Smith -  California Gold   Album vd week

Garth Brooks – Somewhere Other Than the Night   Entertainer 1992

Zac Brown Band with Alan Jackson- As She’s Walking Away

Don Williams – I Believe in You.

Merle Haggard –   A Place to Fall Apart

Cody Johnson /Carrie Underwood – I’m Gonna Love You .  . favoriet 

Jordan Rowe - Mama Ain’t Jesus ft. Lainey Wilson.  sofi

Soggy Bottum Boys – I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow   (Oh Brother )

Alison Krauss - Down To The River To Pray (Oh Brother    classic album )

Conner Smith - The Storyteller

Kevin Sharp – She’s Sure Taking It Well     (3 in 1) 

Kevin Sharp - If You Love Somebody     

Kevin Sharp - Nobody Knows     

Nate Smith – Bulletproof

Billy Strings – Leaning On a Travelin’ Song

Tucker Wetmore - Wind Up Missin’ You

Morgan Wallen - Last Night    #1 album.

Keith Urban - Wildside

Jelly Roll - Winning Streak..

Desert Rose Band - One Step Forward

Dave Dudley - Asphalt Cowboy     Truck song

George Jones – He Stopped Loving Her Today  

Tami Neilson - I Thought About You .         juweeltje

Dylan Gossett -Tree Birds

Ella Langley - Weren’t For The Wind

Chase Rice Ft. Lori McKenna - - That Don’t Work No More vw

Nate Smith - Fix What You Didn't Break      Album vd week

Willie Nelson – You Show Me Yours (And I'll Show You Mine)    

Change of Key - Old Blue Rusty Pickup   *Dutch corner

Robert Weston - Gonna Write Me  Drinkin Song.

Blake Shelton – All About Tonight     #5  2010

Chris Young – The Man I Want To Be     #4 2010

Miranda Lambert – The House That Build Me       #3

Reba McEntire – Consider Me Gone   #2 2010

Josh Turner – Why Don’t We Just Dance             #1 2010

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Reavis Wortham in books

Books by Reavis Wortham 

Website : http://reaviszwortham.com/

Books

Hard Country: A Thriller (Tucker Snow Thrillers)

by Reavis Wortham

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1728256704

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1728256702

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BK2KDJYS

ASIN B0C5B1R2HH

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1666645168

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1666645163

The Texas Job

by Reavis Z. Wortham  | Feb 15, 2022

ASIN ‏ : ‎ B096L96MP1

ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1464215707

ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1464215704

THE SONNY HAWKE SERIES

Hawke’s Target 

Publisher: Pinnacle (June 25, 2019)

ISBN-10: 0786041803

ISBN-13: 978-0786041800

Nook: 978-0786041800

Kindle: ASIN: B07HVX7MLL

Audible : ASIN: B07SSB8G4J

Hawke’s War

Publisher: Pinnacle (May 29, 2018)

ISBN-10: 0786041781

ISBN-13: 978-0786041787 

nook:978-0786041787 

Kindle: ASIN: B075C9R2HR

Audible: ASIN: B07DHVJ4NC

Hawke’s Prey

Publisher: Center Point Pub; Large Print edition (October 1, 2017)

ISBN-10: 1683245350

ISBN-13: 978-1683245353

Nook: 978-1683245353

Kindle:ASIN: B01LYDQSBC

Audible:ASIN: B071P22P83

The Red River Series

Gold Dust 

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press (September 4, 2018)

ISBN-10: 1464209618

ISBN-13: 978-1464209611

Nook:  978-1464209611

Kindle: ASIN: B07VNH25P6

Unraveled

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press (October 4, 2016)

ISBN-10: 1464207097

ISBN-13: 978-1464207099

Nook:978-1464207099

Kindle: ASIN: B07VPKS1F3

Audible: ASIN: B01N0B63PJ

Dark Places

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press; 1 edition (September 1, 2015)

ISBN-10: 1464204225

ISBN-13: 978-1464204227

nook: 978-1464204227 

kindle: ASIN: B07VMH5QZM

Audible: ASIN: B013V3P548

Vengeance Is Mine 

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press; 1 edition (July 1, 2014)

ISBN-10: 1464202583

ISBN-13: 978-1464202582

ISBN-10: 1464202605

ISBN-13: 978-1464202605

Nook:978-1464202582

kindle: ASIN: B07VQL3YH2

Audible: ASIN: B00LACPOMQ

The Right Side of Wrong 

Burrows

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press; 1 edition (June 29, 2012)

ISBN-10: 146420005X

ISBN-13: 978-1464200052

nook: 978-1464200052

Kindle: ASIN: B07VNH1T6R

Audible: ASIN: B008GZVXRK

The Rock Hole

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press (May 9, 2011)

ISBN-10: 1590588843

ISBN-13: 978-1590588840

Nook:978-1590588840

kindle: ASIN: B07VMH5J7J

Audible: ASIN: B0054N6I1I

Short Stories

Bound By Mystery

Bound by Mystery: Celebrating 20 Years of Poisoned Pen Press

by Diane D. DiBiase

Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press (March 7, 2017)

ISBN-10: 1464208328

ISBN-13: 978-1464208324

nook: 978-1464208324

kindle: ASIN: B01MZBKA6S

Murder On Wheels: Eleven Tales Of Crime On The 

Murder on Wheels: 11 Tales of Crime on the Move

by Kaye George , Kathy Waller 

Publisher: Wildside Press (April 14, 2015)

ISBN-10: 147940554X

ISBN-13: 978-1479405541

nook: 978-1479405541

Kindle: ASIN: B00Y3F9OMS

Doreen’s 24 Hour Eat Gas Now Café 

Doreen's 24 Hr Eat Gas Now Cafe

by Wortham, Reavis, Z. and Mark MantellPublisher: Texas Fish & Game Publishing Co., LLC; 1 edition (October 1999)

ISBN-10: 0929980093

ISBN-13: 978-0929980096

[laffertys]

That's a compliment sandwich. Do it.

[vulpeculai]

"Listen, what you did today, sacrificing yourself to be a part of this town, to treat a patient, that was amazing." [1x02 parades & pariahs]

[starryeyesxx]

[twelverriver]

[marrissacooper]

HART OF DIXIE | Pilot

[bloodbuzz-ohio]

favorite ships ∞ zoe hart & george tucker (hart of dixie) ↳ "With the right person, it does just flow."

[its-called-gratitude]

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away....

[lucy90712]

Gender reveal (pregnancy series)

Again just like my last part of this series gender is on a spectrum and changeable but this is the common term so that is what I'm going to use but I still believe that everyone is valid no matter their gender.

Series masterlist

George:

Me and George didn't have any big plans for telling family because it really wasn't that big of a thing over in England to do gender reveals (I think this is true like I never really hear about them over here but some people do do them) so we decided just to tell them in person. Today George's parents are coming over so we are going this chance to tell them because they know that we were able to find out at our last appointment.

They arrived and brought dinner with them which was very unnecessary but also very nice of them to help us out like that. We ate dinner together just kind of casually nothing too serious because all of us are so close that we don't often do proper family dinners or whatever unless it is Christmas. After dinner George's mum helped me with washing the dishes before we sat down on the sofa together to play some games but not before me and George told them the news.

"Ok so you know that we found out the gender so we wanted to tell you" I started

"We're having a girl" George exclaimed

"Thats so exciting I can't wait to buy cute little things for her" his mum said

They were so excited to go out and buy little things for their granddaughter that she could keep as memories which put things into a whole new perspective for both me and George to the point that we both felt so unprepared because we have nothing for the baby and were already halfway through the pregnancy.

Dream:

Clay wanted to do something for his family and mine to reveal the gender so we set up a little party with just close family where we were going to tell them using a onesie clay had made with his trademark smiley face on it in pink with a white background which was actually really cute and I can't wait till she can wear it.

I have been setting up decorations out in the garden all morning it's not a whole lot but it has taken me a while because I keep getting distracted. When it was done there was balloons in blue and pink as well as bunting and table cloths and we had cupcakes with different colour icing on them just for fun. Everything actually looked pretty good with a bit of straightening up from where my brain had just thought of something else that needed doing it would be perfect.

Our families soon arrived and enjoyed the cupcakes and chatted about what they thought we were having. Once it felt like a good time Clay got the box that we wrapped the onesie in and brought it outside so we could let them open it, both of our moms opened it together while the rest of our families watched from behind them. They opened the box and pulled out the onesie looking at it for a second before it sunk in what they were holding.

"Congratulations you two" my mom said

"This onesie is so cute did you get it made?" His mom asked

"Yes I did and I got a few others but they haven't arrive yet" Clay said

"Wait I didn't know there was going to be more" I said

He is full of surprises this man but I'm not going to lie I was quite looking forwards to this one.

Sapnap:

Seeing as Sapnap's family have been so supportive of us we wanted to do something for them to announce the gender so Sapnap and I have been planning a little party for everyone where we are going to cut a cake to tell them the gender. I also thought it would be fun to have a little box for people to put guesses of what they thought we were having in and we would total it up before the reveal to see if they were right.

Everyone came over and we talked for a while with them trying to get information out if me to try and make their guesses on the gender. We took the box with all the slip of paper in and me and Sapnap counted them together.

"Thats 3 for boy and 9 for girl" I said

It was kind of funny to see the results especially knowing what the baby actually is. Sapnap gave me a look and we grabbed the knife we had prepared and I put my hand on his so we could cut the cake we had together. We cut a slice to reveal the blue sponge inside which we showed everyone and their reactions were priceless because they definitely didn't expect us to be having a boy.

"It's a boy" Sapnap exclaimed

"There is no way I was sure it was a girl" his mom said

No one believed us to start with but we managed to convince them as time went on.

Quackity:

Me and Alex had told all of our family separately in person but he still wanted to film a video that won't go out for a while but he wanted to do it for fun. He wanted us to do old wives tales to see if they were accurate. He had some ready that he wanted to do some of which seemed more scientific than others but we did them all anyway.

We started with the ring test where we took one of my rings I wear all the time and used a strand of my hair to hover it over my bump. It swung in a straight line which indicated girl which we marked down on a white board. Next we did the mirror test and I looked into the mirror for a minute to see if my pupils dilated which they didn't which also indicated girl.

The next one we did was kind of gross and involved baking soda which we had to put into a cup of my pee and see if it fizzed which it did which indicated boy. The last one we did was the heartbeat test which said that if the heartbeat was over 140 it is a girl which our baby's was.

I was quite surprised that they were mostly right but of course the fans didn't know that so we had to do a final reveal where we told them that it was a girl. I'm quite excited for the video to go out after we tell fans about the pregnancy because it was actually quite fun to film.

Karl:

We didn't really have anything planned but the mr beast crew set up a little party for us where we could tell them the gender because they are so desperate to know. To actually reveal it we decided to get a balloon with blue confetti inside it despite knowing when it popped it would scare me it was going to be fun for everyone else.

They had set everything up pretty extravagantly because that’s how they do things, there was so many decorations and way too much food for anyone to eat. We had a nice time though eating way too much food and Chris gave us a bunch of advice for when baby arrives.

Eventually we got up and brought in the balloon and got ready to pop it with a knife, Karl held the knife while I held the string of the balloon. He gave me a warning before he popped it still made me flinch and I felt the baby jump inside me but when I opened my eyes after just a split second and there was confetti everywhere.

"We're having a boy" Karl practically squealed

"Yay Tucker can have a little friend" Chris said

Wilbur:

Me and Wilbur have told all of our family the gender of the baby but no friends know so he invited some to our place to hang out and so we can tell them the gender. We have spent most of the morning cleaning the place and sort of setting up like cooking and baking but now everything is pretty much ready as people are arriving.

Phil arrived first and brought us some baby clothes which was very sweet of him, all of the others arrived not long after and we all sat down to talk and tell when what we are having. Wilbur had ordered some onesies for the baby which were pink which we were going to show the group. Wilbur left the room for a minute at some point and came back with the onesie in his hands but behind his back.

"I got this the other day and its just to cute" he said holding it up

"Wait does that mean your having a girl?" Tubbo asked

"Yeah we are" I said

They were all very excited and can't wait to meet her but for now they can look at the bump which I did let them feel which I don't let most people do but Tommy especially was so excited I thought why not.