#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.

Taglist posted seperately! If you want on it, comment so on that post!

[thewritingofspencerrose]

She's My Everything

Lewis Hamilton x OC

"That's your girlfriend?"

"Before you say anything-"

"She's a sweetheart, that's all I was going to say," George is quick to cut off his teammate, knowing the spiral that was set into motion as soon as June was mentioned. "I caught her, her little boy and Carmen chatting with Lily and Alex earlier. All Carmen could say afterwards was that she absolutely loved her."

"Oh," Is all Lewis can mumble, pleasantly surprised by the response to his love of 3 years. "Sorry for jumping down your throat mate, we've just had some issues with people voicing less than kind opinions the last few years," Lewis is quick to explain, his teammates smile dropping. In his years as Lewis' teammate, he has learned how to tell when something truly bothers the older man, even when he's masking.

And this is one of them.

"I've noticed she seemed antsy but wasn't sure why," The younger driver explains, his eyes drifting back to the woman standing only a few meters from them, talking animately with their reserve driver, Mick smiling brightly. "She seems to enjoy talking to Mick though."

"She told me he's our grid kid now, that she wants to unofficially adopt him," Lewis explains, a smile lighting up his face as he watches her. "I've also been made aware that we've adopted Sargeant and Piastri too."

"What could people possibly take issue with her for? I have never seen Elowyn be anything but wonderful."

Lewis sighs, eyes never leaving his girlfriend. "They don't like that she's a curvy woman. That she's not simply a smaller woman that everyone imagines me to be with," He explains. "They also aren't a fan that she's younger than me by 15 years and a single mom."

"So they hate her for being unique in the world of sports wives and girlfriends?" George attempts to clarify, mildly disgusted at the concept.

"Lew! I just told Mick he could come visit Kaia and Roscoe when you're all on break," Elowyn interrupts the pensive look on Lewis' face, it being replaced with a smile as he pulls her into his side, giving her a gentle peck and taking a sleeping Matthew from her arms and onto his hip.

"Sounds good to me, Love."

"George," She adds, looking over to the boy that is even older than she is. She's aware of what people say, it's hard not to when it's everywhere on social media. "You and Carmen are more than welcome to join, I'm sure Max, Kelly, and P will as well. I'm sure Roscoe and Kaia would be thrilled. So would Mattie, he's kind of a big fan," She adds with a chuckle.

"Oh really? How does that make you feel Lewis? That your boy is a fan of mine," George brags, the cheekiest smile on his face causing Lewis to roll his eyes, scoffing.

"My boy is a Mercedes fan. The fact that you're a driver on the team is just a coincidence. He's a daddy's boy through and through," He boasts, kissing the top of the boy's head.

And you can tell that Elowyn's heart nearly bursts at the show of affection towards her son.

Yes they've been together for years, from the time she was six months pregnant to now Lewis had been in their lives, but the idea that Lewis not only cared for Mattie, but cared for him in a way only a father could.

"Good job today," Toto's deep voice joins the conversation before the debated on who Mattie's favorite driver was could continue. "And it was good to see you and Matthew," He adds, head turning in the direction of Elowyn.

"It was a joy to see you and your family as well. I think playing with Jack tuckered out Mattie," Is Elowyn's response, missing the smile on Lewis' face that George caught.

"Jack and Mattie played together today?" He asks, smiling between a joyful Toto and his girlfriend.

"Mattie, Jack and Kelly's daughter Penelope spent the whole day together. Jack and P were amazing about including Mattie," Is his girlfriend's response before she turns back to his team principle. "You and Susie are really raising a great little guy," She compliments, making Toto's smile larger.

And George can't help but ask himself once more, how any fan could dislike this woman who puts such a bright smile and look of love on their idols face.

But he knows it doesn't matter to Lewis, his arms wrapped tightly around the boy that's practically his son, love vibrating off his body so loud it'd rival the engine of one of their cars.

No matter what anyone says, these two are who he loves.

[svu-barisi]

My Fics on AO3

Novel: Recovery: A Barisi SVU Novel Crossovers: Criminal Minds, L&O Criminal Intent, L&O OG Ships: Rafael Barba & Sonny Carisi, George Huang & Nick Amaro, Olivia Benson & Elliot Stabler, Amanda Rollins & Mike Dodds, Ed Tucker & Rita Calhoun, Casey Novak & Alex Cabot, Aaron Hotchner & Emily Prentiss (CM), Kevin Lynch & Penelope Garcia (CM), Jess Katz (OC) & Ken Taylor (OC)

Series:

Barisi Get Together Fics: * Strangled * Concealed Fear & Love * Bring Me To Light * A Final Call At Forlini's: An Alternate Ending * Objection: Argumentative & Ridiculous * A Tragic Love Story * The Titanic Meets the Hindenburg Meets My First Year of Little League * No Show * First Kiss * Mirror, Mirror (Crossover w/ The Princess of South Beach) * The Verdict Is In * Be Mine * Fuck, Blow, or Marry *

Pre-Established Barisi: * Close Call * Spiraling * Up Where--Oh! *

Barmarisi (Rafael Barba, Nick Amaro, & Sonny Carisi): * Aftershock * Overruled! *

[danielfuckingricciardo]

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]

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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

[theresah331]

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]

[twelverriver]

[starryeyesxx]

[marrissacooper]

HART OF DIXIE | Pilot

[bloodbuzz-ohio]

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

[unfoundhoney]

being karl jacobs little sibling ↠

↠ karl jacobs x reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

hello to the entire smp’s favorite

you’re a big sweetheart like your brother

you’ve got this feral teasing, satan spawn side once you get comfortable around someone but it’s more cute than anything else

karl has always adored you & been protective of you

he used to be mean to you & tease you all the time but he grew out of that & now he is the bestest big brother

he loves you ok :(

you’re the baby of the family & karl must therefore make sure no harm comes to you

no one’s allowed to bully his baby sibling unless it’s him because then it is okay

he was the older brother who would just come into your room & lie on your bed & pretend that he’s doing it to be annoying but really he just wants to spend time with you

when he got his license he would always drive you places

school, friend’s houses, mcdonald’s, the gas station at one in the morning

he likes spending time with you i just want to make that point very clear

you two have always been really close & he just loves you alright

you’re first introduced to the internet as a possible winner of one of the many “one of the crew’s siblings gets the prize” mrbeast videos

you didn’t even know what was happening karl just picked you up one day like “get in loser, we’re doing a mrbeast video”

& off you went

suddenly you’re everywhere on the internet bc people just absolutely adored the way karl would check up on you throughout the entire video

which was obviously kept in because quality content

he brings you on or all the mrbeast videos he can

like the christmas lights video?

you were there helping him & sean win

(karl) JACOBSES FOR THE WIN L E T ‘ S G O

animal shelter video?

short little clip of karl facetiming you to show you the puppies & the camera just hears you “aw”ing over them

eventually karl does a stream w/ you & the plan was to play kirby’s epic yarn

but karl just gets absolutely spammed on discord

by who you may ask?

i think you already know

it’s tommyinnit begging karl to get on the smp w/ you & let him talk w/ you

tommyinnit: KARL YOU SHOULD LET ME SPEAK WITH YOUR SIBLING

tommyinnit: KARL PLEASE IT’S FOR THE CONTENT

tommyinnit: KARL

tommyinnit: DON’T MAKE ME INDIRECT YOU ON TWITTER.COM BECAUSE I WILL

tommyinnit: IT WILL BE FUNNY & I WILL BE MOSTLY WELL BEHAVED PROMISE

tommyinnit: KARL PLEASE

eventually karl relented & went on the smp & had you play

here comes big man tommy (& co.) to farm more “i spoke to my friend’s sibling” content

(you) haven’t you already done like fifteen of these videos?

(quackity) holy shit, did y/n just call tommyinnit unoriginal?

(george) i think they did oh my god

you meet tommy obviously & the other feral bois & a bunch of other smp members you bump into as you’re wandering around

karl shows you kinoko kingdom all proudly

he gets all smiley when you talk about how much you like it

you & the feral boys are kind of iconic ngl

bc you’re actually really funny you’re just kind of shy & need someone to hype you up

and these himbos are just the men for the job

karl would love to make content with you as long as you were comfortable with it

like

imagine doing a cooking stream but you like actually know how to cook smth & karl’s just your little assistant/hype man

(karl) go y/n, go y/n, go go go y/n

(you) i am literally putting salt in a pot of water

& then at the end karl just going full big brother braggart mode

(karl) guys this is literally the best thing i have ever eaten you all wish you had a sibling as cool as mine haha as if no one is as great as y/n so haha get rekt losers

meanwhile you in the background like “please stop”

the mrbeast crew absolutely adores you as well

chris especially is very verbal about how great you are

& there’s this clip of karl & jimmy just absolutely demolishing you & chandler in a chicken pool fight

suddenly it’s not a mrbeast video w/o a y/n cameo in some way

you are tucker’s official babysitter, what a privilege that is

it’s cool thought bc tucker loves you

you’re just such a lovable person

karl would totally love painting your nails or letting you paint his or whatever

& if you’re actually good at like nail art???

he loves you even more now wow

might help you up your fashion game or ask you for fashion advice too

he likes to show you off like a proud parent bc he just thinks you’re great & wants the world to know how great you are

would defo cry at your graduation just saying

prom/school formal?

cute picture of you all glammed up & laughing as karl is literally on the ground bowing to you

would go to as many of your games/recitals/concerts as he could if you have them

& if not he’d be sure to hype up the little achievements like a good test grade or baking a cake

basically: it’s karl’s job in life to make sure you know you are loved & appreciated

you all have one of those “siblings but besties” type of relationships

cuties, we love to see it

[its-called-gratitude]

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