#roofing glasgow

[ocjackson]

A question we should all stop and ask ourselves at some point in life. So, brother, are you up wonking yer willy? If not, better start, or the wonk just may willy you

[rangersfc-1872]

2023/24 SCOTTISH CUP QUARTER-FINAL

Hibernian 0-2 Rangers 10th March 2024 Easter Road

Obita (68' sent off), Moriah-Welsh (71' sent off) Lundstram (23'), Silva (83')

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Glasgow, Scotland by Highcontrastgrey.

[sabinamuller]

Glasgow (Queen Street Station)

[ceeteejackson]

Sorry ... what was that? (Part 3 - Thank you. Goodnight.)

(Fight Like Apes) (Continued from Part 1 , here.) (Continued from Part 2, here.) THANK YOU! GOODNIGHT! During the years I combined writing for Artrocker magazine with my own Loud Horizon blog, I received in excess of 1500 promo copies of CD albums, EPs and singles. Every one was listened to with a view of reviewing. I resolved however, it was sometimes better to say (write) nothing at all…

[jandmroofinguk]

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[scotianostra]

December 3rd 1965 saw the Beatles launch their last concert tour of Britain with two nights at the Odeon in Glasgow.

They didn’t get off to a good start, on the way to Scotland for the first show, as they travelled up the M1 motorway, a passing lorry signalled to The Beatles’ chauffeur Alf Bicknell to pull over and were told an instrument had fallen from the roof rack on the car, it was George Harrison’s Gretsch Country Gentleman and was smashed to pieces. He later said

“Some people would say I shouldn’t worry because I could buy as many replacement guitars as I wanted, but you know how it is, I kind of got attached to it."

Due to bad weather Brian Epstein decided that The Beatles should stay in a hotel in the city centre, rather than the smaller one further out they had been booked to stay in. The was some concern that the location of the new hotel could have proved a security risk, but the visit passed without incident

In their dressing room at Odeon The Beatles also took the time to record a message for Radio Scotland, a new pirate station. Also on the bill were The Moody Blues. There was a heavy police presence at the event and though there were still the ear-tingling screams from fans’, it was largely reported that they did not seem as wild as they had been in previous years. John Lennon was singing lead and kicked things off with ‘I Feel Fine’.

The group played a total of 22 times in Scotland starting in 1962. One of the gigs was in the Highland town of Dingwall in front of a not so impressive 19 or so folk!

Despite their poor experience in the town of Dingwall before their rise to stardom, John Lennon continued to use the Highlands as a prime holiday escape for his family since visiting regularly throughout his younger years.

The ex-Beatle was to be a regular in Durness, Sutherland, where he spent vast amounts of time fishing, hunting and exploring due to having family links there, including his Aunt Mater. He considered his long summers spent in the areas among his happiest childhood memories, describing the capital as one of his favourite cities.

Today it is Paul McCartney who is more closely associated with Scotland, through his farm on the Mull of Kintyre that he purchased in 1966. The region became an escape for McCartney from the Fab Four prior to and following their break up in 1970, as well as acting as the inspiration behind his next music project and their hit Mull of Kintyre.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Range Rover Vogue LSE 4.3 V8 Limousine, 1994, by  Townley Cross Country Vehicles Ltd. A one-off Range Rover Classic that was originally commissioned by the Sultan of Brunei for his younger brother, Prince Jefri, is being offered at auction. The vehicle was also used to transport Mike Tyson in June 2000 to Hampden Park, in Glasgow. The body and wheelbase have been stretched by 40 inches to create an "opulent" rear cabin with 3 seats while the roof has been  raised by 8." The vehicle has only travelled 16,976 miles from new and has been serviced by Range Rover experts Bishop's Heritage

auction listing

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Season 2 Chapter 2: ~

A Family Growing Smaller:

I've teased about what this season is going to be on Discord, and now, a small seed is being planted.

Part 3:

With nothing more than the clothes on their back and hand luggage by their feet, Raffs and Brodie waited for the taxi to arrive. Everyone stood beside them. They knew they'd see each other again soon. You can't walk away from a crew when you've gone through what they have in the last week. Sadly, this only left Rennick, Trots, Muir, Addair, Gibbo, O'Connor, Innes, Roy, and Caz left together. They could all feel their newfound family getting smaller by the day. Soon, it would be O'Connor's turn.

'Safe journey home,' Roy said, giving the pair one of his signature bear hugs.

'Aye, you too,' Brodie replied. It was true what people said about him. He was a miserable bastard. Well, in the eyes of someone like Muir, he was. Never strayed from the rules and didn't know how to laugh. No one had seen him smile, but that could be because of the large moustache that would make Hercule Poirot blush. But today, you could hear the happiness in his voice. Finally going home after nearly six months. 'You lot come to Skye when the weather clears. You've never seen water like that before.'

'Ah, fuck that,' Caz joked. 'I'm never going in the water again.' Like before, everyone exchanged numbers. 'You two stay out of trouble.'

'Says you, Caz?'

'Gie's peace, ya prick.' The pair shared a final chuckle and hug. Caz learned a lot from Brodie, despite the pair never actually working together. He was a good man who taught him much, but the main one was to never go diving. How he and Raffs could do that meant they were braver than he'll ever be. Or, maybe Caz was smarter.

'So, what's your plan?'

'Stay here till New Years, then get my arse back to Glasgow.' But, in all honesty, Caz was conflicted. The scars weren't physical, but The Shape has left permanent damage. Whenever he now felt one of the infected slip away, it made him sad. Like a piece of him was missing. He didn't understand. They were his friends, but not for that long. He didn't even meet Gibbo until the end of September, and he still wasn't seeing a friendship with Addair in the near future.

At the same time, he wanted to go home.

He had to go home, and as much as he enjoyed the peaceful farm and endless fields, the countryside wasn't for him. Plus, he couldn't run forever from what he did. The sentencing will be longer. It's best to just get it over with. Caz wouldn't buy his bail. The money was for Suze to keep the flat. Finally, redecorate the bedroom and get the windows replaced.

'You two gonna stay away from the water?'

'Nah,' Brodie answered. 'But, like Roper said to me. I think we're going to go on a long holiday.'

'I hear Benidorm is nice.'

'Be original, Caz.'

Raffs felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see O'Connor and Addair. It was odd to see the pair stand together without trying to rip each other's throats out. Last time they did, the pair only stopped the fight because O'Connor accidentally gave the poor lad a black eye when he pulled back to swing a punch, only for his elbow to collide with Raffs' eye socket.

'When are you and Mary going home?'

'Soon, I hope. Then hopefully come here.'

'You're going to leave Ireland?'

'It's not getting any better out there, Owen.' For some reason, O'Connor never called Raffs by his nickname. Or anyone really for that matter. Only Caz, Trots, and Gibbo weren't called by their first or surname. 'I'm only still working to provide a better roof over our heads.'

'I can lend money, if that will-'

'No,' O'Connor snapped, holding up a hand and ignoring how loud he momentarily was. 'No. That's your money and yours alone. We'll be fine. You go and see your ma, and have a happy new year.'

'Okay.' Raffs didn't know what came over him. A sense of guilt for not being able to do much for the past few days? Some type of desire to help? It's just something to make him feel useful. From his perspective, he's just followed everyone and waited to be told what to do. But before he could get lost in thought, it was now Addair's turn to give the young man his send-off.

'So, is this the end of Raffs' oil rig career?'

'Absolutely,' the diver answered without a moments thought. 'I know Skye always wants fishermen. It's a way to keep to the water. What about you?' Asking as if Addair could ever go into work again. A look of realisation hit Raffs as soon as the question left his mouth. His eyes widened, and his mouth curled. Thankfully, possibly because his wife and sons were here, Addair took it in stride and just laughed.

'I might take up cricket again.'

'I always saw you as a rugby bloke,' O'Connor teased.

'I love all sports.'

'Even horse racing?'

'No, I'd rather pluck my eyes out.' Yep. Still strange to see the pair actually having a laugh together, but it was nice.

Raffs felt Addair open his hand and put something inside his palm. He looked and held up a wooden carving of himself. It was remarkably detailed. Right down to the small orange pin he kept on the lining of his beanie. The young diver blinked a few times before looking up in shock.

'Did you make this?'

'Just something for you to take home.' Even with that answer, Raffs was shocked. The pair never had a conversation before until Muir gave them a task. But, he was happy. He didn't think he'd be going home with a gift.

'Thanks, Addair. Maybe you should go into woodcarving?'

Addair smiled. 'It's a thought. I've gotta keep the old noggin' active somehow.' The pair shared a handshake. He might be infected, but Addair's hand still felt the same. Nothing had changed in them. They were rough with dried skin peeling off the palms. Man has always done physical labour, so it wasn't a surprise the more Raffs pondered. Might be the only thing The Shape didn't alter.

'Hey? Good luck with Tommy.'

Addair paused. First Trots, then Gibbo and now Raffs. It always surprised him when someone mentioned his son's name. Like an alien was talking to him. He still didn't know how Trots knew to begin with. Yet, this time, his smile didn't fade.

'Thank you, Raffs. Now go on,' he pulled down on his beanie, covering his eyes. 'Fuck off back home.'

And just like that, two more members of the crew vanished. They watched them head down the long drive until they were out of sight. Muir sat in the snow to avoid the possibility of the taxi driver seeing his towering form. Everyone lingered for a moment before going back to their day.

Addair turned and caught Jennifer's eye. She stood on the porch. He smiled, but his smile towards his goddess slowly faded. He saw the look of distress in her eyes and the tears she held back. A sinking feeling weighed the man down.

[rangersfc-1872]

📝 Rangers have confirmed today that Ryan Jack, John Lundstram, Borna Barišić, Kemar Roofe and Jon McLaughlin have left the club upon the expiry of their contracts.

Rangers FC statement:

"With a combined 23 seasons at the club, all five players have represented Rangers with commitment and dedication over a number of years.

They were all part of the squad that guided Rangers to the UEFA Europa League final in Seville, with Borna Barisic, Ryan Jack and Kemar Roofe lifting the league title with the club in 2020/21.

All five leave as Scottish Cup and Scottish League Cup winners with Rangers in recent years.

Everyone at Ibrox and Rangers’ Training Centre thank the departing players for their time at the club and wish them all the very best for their future careers."

All the best Ryan, John, Borna, Kemar and Jon 💙

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

Jake Norton's reference: The Hunku Khola Valley is a remote, nature-rich trekking area in Nepal that boasts a diverse cultural landscape. This trek leads you to the deepest gorge in the Eastern region, specifically the Makalu region of Nepal. It takes you to the Arun Valley, which is nestled between Sagarmatha National Park and Makalu Barun National Park. Notable highlights of the trek include the lush bamboo forests, views of towering mountains, Panch Pokhari, the Hinku and Hunku rivers, Salpa Pass, and a picturesque village.

They have been into the Khumbu region, is house to multiple giants which will grace your eyes as you go along. Some notable mountains that you can see throughout this trek include Lhotse (8,516 m), Nuptse (7,861 m), Pumori (7,161 m), Ama Dablam (6,812 m), Lingtren (6,714 m), Taboche (6,542 m), Cholatse (6,440 m) and Lobuche (6,145 m).

He’s in Lobuche East popular with climbers and trekkers: located in the Khumbu region, close to the Khumbu Glacier. Is strenuous and needs to be treated with respect. This challenge will make you feel like you standing on a tiny summit high in the Himalaya’s is a very special feeling, but you need to come trained and prepared for this challenge is an excellent introduction to Himalayan high altitude.

Lobuche climb- Himalayas • Bright Beginning

The Lobuche East requires you to walk 5 to 6 hours daily to reach the base. You need to be comfortable in crampons, using ropes and abseiling using a figure of 8 and moving between fixed lines. This is important for your team's (the guide and sherpa) safety on the mountain. All this safety has a cost to the team on the mountain.

Altitude sickness is a significant concern for those venturing into high-altitude areas. Lobuche East Peak presents challenges throughout the journey as it involves navigating various high-altitude zones. Some common symptoms of altitude sickness include headache, dizziness, nausea or vomiting, lack of appetite, shortness of breath, blocked ears, blocked nose, and lack of coordination.

In the video. the altitude got to him. SH exhibited symptoms of altitude sickness, specifically shortness of breath. Altitude sickness in Nepal is caused by a lack of acclimatisation which occurs when your body doesn't have enough time to adjust to the lower oxygen levels at high altitudes.

“There’s nothing like rappelling down your first mountain in Nepal at 18,000 feet”. Rappelling is not involved in reaching the Lobuche Peak in Nepal with a Mobil phone in his hand but it does require mountaineering skills.

The last stop of Everest base camp: Gorakshep Village

The trip tomorrow follows the trail, to the last stop of Everest Base Camp - Gorak Shep. The trek from Gorak Shep to EBC is not long in distance or time.

Trekking map with Hinku and Khumbu Valley Routes (Eric Simonson)

Posted 16th December 2024

@imahalfemptykindofgirl- Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you liked the post. Everest is not just a physical challenge; it's a profound journey of self-discovery that teaches humility through moments of overcoming personal limits.

@kiaora45 -That's nice of you. The map belong to R Simonson, Eric is an International Mountain Guide - Led 2023 Mt. Everest Expedition. Eric Simonson: is one of the authors of the book “Ghosts of Everest: The Authorised Story of the Search for Mallory and Irvine”.

Did you remember when SH met Jake Norton in Glasgow last year? The book on the car roof 🚗 next to SH’s motorcycle helmet 🪖 is THE GHOSTS OF EVEREST

[hellolovers13]

💟I Hope We Never Change💟

Harry/Louis | E | 13k | genderfluid harry, angst, canon compliant, gender dysphoria

“I just wanted to try how it feels.” “The clothes?” Niall asked .Harry nodded. “Is that, that's too weird right, I shouldn't-” “Hey, stop it. I told you already, it's not weird. It's just how you feel. That's okay. You can try whatever you want, okay. And you can always, always talk to me. Remember that.” or Harry is confused about everything, so is Louis. At least they have Niall.

🌱Plant New Seeds🌱

Harry/Louis | T | 2k | meet cute

L: i think i might have a watering ghost. There’s water on that plant and it sure wasn’t me Z: 👻💦 either that or you’re just sleepwalking. Best guess is still the magical plant thing. Lemme know if you find your princess 😘 or Someone was desperately trying to keep Louis' poor houseplant alive.

💞Up on the Roof with a School Girl Crush💞

Harry/Louis | M | 4k | meet cute

Harry was just trying to get some work done and have a quiet night in. He did not expect to become host to a drunken Louis, who had overestimated his Halloween costume's ability to fly.

🚑haunted🚑

Harry/Louis | M | 1k | TW: miscarriage, stillbirth

Before 24 weeks it's considered a miscarriage, not a stillbirth. No matter that he had to go through labour. No matter that he was holding his child in his arms.

🍼fragile line🍼 (second part to haunted)

Harry/Louis | M | 2k | TW: talk of abortion and suicide, mention of previous miscarriage, stillbirth

Now, five different fonts told him the same thing. Pregnant.

🌃Chicago🌃

Harry/Louis | G | 3.5k | getting back together, momrry

They hadn't seen each other in four years, why was Louis still writing songs about Harry? Larry take on the song Chicago

🛏️London🛏️ (second part to Chicago) Harry/Louis | M | 2k | fluff, kid fic, momrry

A lazy morning in bed. Finally home.

👶Glasgow👶 (third part to Chicago) Harry/Louis | T | 2k | fluff, kid fic, momrry

Louis' first moments with his newborn daughter.

🎄Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You)🎄

Harry/Louis | E | 20k | meet cute, christmas fic, genderfluid harry

Turns out, getting snowed in with your not quite One-Night Stand wasn’t actually that bad. But the snow wouldn’t last forever. Was there a chance for love even after the snow had melted?

👄Slow Hands👄

Harry/Niall Harry/Louis | E | 3k | smut, dom louis, sub harry, genderfluid harry

“Wait. So when you say you’re genderfluid, that means sometimes you’re a girl, right?” “Uh, yeah.” “So when I asked what you’d do if you were a girl and you said ‘Niall’. Does that apply now?”

📞Love In Conversation 📞

Harry/Louis | T | 5k | meet cute, baking fails

King Arthur Baking Hotline. Your bread fell flat. Your cookies crumbled. Who do you turn to? The King Arthur Baker's Hotline. or Louis has a severe baking breakdown. Thankfully, he gets help from baking-hotline operator Harry.

❄️love drunk, waiting on a miracle ❄️

Harry/Louis | T | 15.6k | coffeshop au, christmas fic

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual. These are their first 24 days together.

🍆Pretty Miscalculations🍆 (part one of the Mess Me Up Series)

Harry/Louis | E | 5.2k | dom louis, sub harry, sex toys, nipple play, aftercare

After rudely interrupting Louis’ Christmas shopping, Louis offers Harry a choice and an opportunity to try out his new purchases.

🌶️Hits Different🌶️ (part two of the Mess Me Up Series)

Harry/Louis | E | 4.8k | dom louis, sub harry, spanking, daddy kink

After their one night together Louis had not expected Harry back for more. Turns out he was wrong.

🍼known it all this time (of tiktoks and baby making)🍼

Harry/Louis | E | 1.7k | smut, pregnancy kink, momrry

If Harry doesn't stop sending Louis those videos, who knows what's gonna happen.

👑The Pros and Cons of Breathing👑

Harry/Louis | E | 82k | A/B/O, arranged marriage, historical fantasy, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, trauma

Harry wiped the tears from his cheeks. No. He’d not been raised to give up. He’d find a way to survive this. He might be an omega, but he’d never been weak and he wouldn’t start now. His gaze fell to Louis, who was already asleep, chest rising and falling evenly. Harry would become the perfect omega for him. No matter the disgust he might feel in doing so. It was his duty, after all. or Omega Harry has always known he'd be married off someday. It's to be expected, given his station. So his betrothal to Prince Louis comes as no surprise. While he's nervous about leaving his home, and the life and people he knows, he's still hopeful for a good match and a happy marriage. But when Louis avoids him at all costs, and is downright cruel to him at times, it leaves Harry trying to make sense of his new life alone. Can he find happiness - and a home - even in a broken marriage?

🌷Something Secret🌷 (TPACOB - Companion)

Niall/Zayn | E | 3.5k | A/B/O, fluff, falling in love

Eternity starts with a pink rose.

👰Wed’n Walk (Or, We Went to Amsterdam Together)👰

Harry/Louis | E | 11.4k | friends to lovers, fake married au

When Harry had first started planning his honeymoon to Amsterdam, he had not envisioned ending up there with his best friend. Or getting fake-married to him for 24 hours.

🪴Unplant🪴

Harry/Louis | M | 4k | strangers to lovers, trans harry

Please do not disturb my plant She needs 2 hours of sunlight a day and I live in a sunless flat I’ll be back to collect her soon Thank you and stay well. or Louis should've looked where he was going, then he wouldn't have to desperately try to save a little flower now.

🏆Brit's AU (The Kissing Game)🏆

Harry/Louis, Niall/Lewis Capaldi | E | | 1,5k | crack, one direction reunion, kissing

Lewis' quest to reunite One Direction via kiss

😟play pretend😟

Harry/Louis | T | 1k | gender dysphoria, depression, implied self harm, trans harry

just a bad day for him for her

🩷His and Hers🩵

Harry/Louis | T | 1.8k | trans Harry, canon compliant, fluff, tiny bit of angst

It's just a blanket, it shouldn't make Harry freak out like this

🌇Together We're the Greatest🌇

Harry/Louis | E | 4.6k | dystopia, getting back together, blood and injury, angst, soulmates, misunderstandings, hand jobs, hurt/comfort

“How the fuck does this always happen to you?” Louis huffed, pulling Harry's limp body into the half fallen apart car he'd borrowed for this. Well, he didn't intend to give it back, really, but insurance covered theft, did it not? And this thing was basically held together with duct tape and good faith, so really, the former owners should thank him for taking it off their hands. - It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

🏳️‍⚧️Hold Me Tight (Or Don’t)🏳️‍⚧️

Harry/Louis | E | 13.6k | trans harry, famous/non-famous au, fangirl harry, angst, falling in love

Falling in love with Louis is easy enough. Separating Louis from the singer persona Harry has been a fan of for years, however, is not. But she's not the only one making assumptions.

💗Til the Afterglow💗

Louis/Niall/Harry | E | 8.1k | A/B/O, heats, falling in love, smut

When Harry goes into heat in a random hotel room a thousand miles from home, there's more than one Alpha offering his help. Harry can't possibly be asked to choose.

☕I'll Get You Through☕

Harry/Louis | G | 1.1k | pining, domestic

Louis will always pick up when Harry calls. Always.

Ω we don't fight fair Ω

Harry/Louis | E | 2k | A/B/O, smut, non-traditional A/B/O dynamics

“What, you think I'll just roll over for you now?” The smirk on Louis’ face was almost devilish. “Yes,” He breathed against Harry’s lips, cocky and sure, like it was a fact of life. It sent all kinds of shivers through Harry. God, but he wanted to. Wanted Louis to have him right against this wall, let everyone see how he fell apart under him. But not tonight. Harry fixed his posture, standing up straighter and trying to get himself under control. “I don't think so, omega.” Or: Nothing like a little chase to start off Louis' heat.

👗Secret Moments👗 (First Part of the She Series)

Harry | G | 1.7k | trans harry, gender things, gender euphoria

Harry's first dress.

🫂The Truth In Me🫂 (Second Part of the She Series)

Harry & Zayn | G | 1.1k | trans harry, coming out, harry & zayn friendship

Harry is ready to come out to her best friend.

💄Hold On Tighter💄 (Third Part of the She Series)

Harry | G | 1.4k | trans harry, coming out, angst & feels

Harry finally has the house to herself again. Or so she thought.

📿Take the Moment and Taste It📿

Harry/Louis | E | 4.6k | strangers to lovers, smut, cheeky harry, meet cute

“You made him a bracelet?” “Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.” “Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?” Louis smirked. “You know which one.” or Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.

🧹Disenchanted Series🧹

Harry/Louis | E | 25.2k | witch!harry, strangers to lovers, Magic AU, slow burn

Witch Harry is just trying to live his life. Then there's Louis.

The Potion

If Harry were a calm and collected person, he would simply take the scroll back now and leave. Sadly, his mama had blessed him with lots of wonderful things, his soft curls, his biting green eyes, his magic affinity, but he had not inherited any of her patience. So instead, he got right up in Hedgehog’s face, thrilling at the fact he had to bend down just the tiniest bit to look into his eyes. Such a shame, too. This guy had pretty blue eyes and if he wasn't drenched in the stench of The Hunters™, he might've even made a decent fuck, but that was neither here nor there now. or Harry is a witch minding his own business, Louis is a nuisance.

The Escape

Harry is still minding his own business, Louis is still annoying. Well, fine. Maybe he is the tiniest bit helpful, too.

The Healer

Harry is trying to- Louis is- He's going to make it. Harry will make sure of that.

The Curse

Time for Harry to confront his past. Or not?

The Heart

True love isn't something that was ever going to be in the cards for Harry. It finds him anyway.

🧛If You Leave me🧛

Niall/Zayn | E | 5k | Vampire AU, Exes to Lovers, angst, smut, overthinking

Niall spends too much time in his own head, almost breaking his (and Zayn's) heart in the process.

💌Lonely Cards Club💌

Harry/Louis | T | 25.8k | Advent fluff, strangers?/exes?/friends? to lovers

Harry's life in Cardiff is rather uneventful. Until he receives a strange Christmas postcard. It gets even stranger when he finds another one the next day. 💌 An Advent story about missed opportunities and second chances.

🫂It's okay, 'cause you're not alone🫂

Niall/Zayn | T | 1k | panic attacks, canon compliant, hurt/comfort

Niall focussed on Zayn’s steady heartbeat, tried to use it to ground himself. thump, thump, thump One, two, three. He was safe. Always safe in Zayn’s arms.

💚Dreaming of a Green Christmas💚

Harry/Louis | E | 4.2k | Size Queen Louis, sex toys, Harry in panties

Harry opens the wrong package by mistake and finds the sex toy Louis ordered for himself. That's not an opportunity Harry can pass up on.

✒️What's in a Name✒️

Harry/Louis | T | 2.6k | Soulmate AU, Trans Harry, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers

Louis had always known Harry was his soulmate. The name on his arm disagreed. But what did his soulmark know about true love anyway.

🧟‍♂️Hope🧟‍♂️

Louis, Harry | T | 2k | Major Character Death, Zombie AU, fatherhood

A father's desperate journey against time.

🚪On Love's Doorstep🚪

Harry/Louis | T | 1.6k | Fluff, Harry in a dress

Harry Styles: a day in the life ☑ Stuck in a dress ☑ Abandoned by his best friend ☑ Date with hot neighbour All in all, not the worst day ever

🍯we could be enough🍯

Harry/Louis | M | 5k | Trans Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, nesting, fluff

“You know I am flirting with you, right?” Louis freezes mid-bite. Just manages not to choke on his steak. Harry laughs a bit too loudly, almost like he’s nervous. “Yeah, should’ve known you weren’t the observant kind. You think I get this dressed up for a random dinner with a mate on a Tuesday night?” or Louis never imagined anyone could love him for who he truly is. Then he meets Harry.

🌟Stars over Amsterdam🌟

Harry/Louis | T | 4.7k | Exes to Lovers, Harry in a dress, idiots in love, Eras Tour

Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis. But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes. Harry had jumped around Louis’s chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits. A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item. That was their plan. Before it all went to shit. or Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex. Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

[bullet-prooflove]

You marry me, your father will disown you ❤️

“So I say ‘you marry me, your father will disown you’?” Hamish recounts the story as the two of you sit across from each other, surveying the chessboard. His fingertips trail over the black knight as he ponders his next move.

“Don’t tell me…”

You trail off as he raises his eyes to look at you.

“She was aristocracy, and I was a grunt in the Marines.” He says as he shifts the chess piece onto an empty square. “What do you think happened?”

“This is where you tell me you’re secretly a Duke.” You tease, your fingers enclosing around a pawn before you move it one space ahead.

“I’m sorry to disappoint.” Hamish says settling back into his seat. “I’m just a poor lad from a council estate in Glasgow.”

It still pricks at him, you can tell, it’s a barb right under the surface of his skin. His entire life he’s been told he isn’t good enough, that he’ll never amount to anything. It has been compounded by his upbringing, a disinterested father who spent the majority of his time drinking the nights away, lashing out at his sons. A mother over encumbered, working three jobs to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He’s come such a long way since then but those words they stab at his gut, still make him doubt his worth.

His dark eyes focus on you as you raise from your seat, his hands come to rest on your hips as you slide into his lap, thighs straddling his hips. You cradle his face between your hands, your lips brushing over his as you whisper.

“You are far from disappointing my love.”

[kindersurprisebacterium]

Natural Born Killer (Ghost/Reader)

CW: Murder, Implied DV, Blood, Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Cunillingus, Mild Choking, Cheating on a Murdered Boyfriend

Gender Neutral AFAB Reader

WC: 3.7k

The car rumbled as we drove across a dirt road. All we’d seen were trees and grass for the past half hour. Maybe a flock of sheep or two. Ahead, the sun was setting over the horizon, turning the sky a cotton candy color. I looked over at the gas meter. Nearly empty. I curled my knees up to my chest, praying for the first time in years that we’d find a place to fill up. 

The smell of stagnant tobacco filled my nostrils. I never liked it when he smoked in the car, but it wasn’t worth the fight tonight. Despite his refusal of a map, he was already agitated that we’d gotten off track. 

“Hey, look at that,” my boyfriend pointed to the road. In the distance was a run-down shack of sorts. The tin roof was rusted. The shutters were falling off of the windows. I pursed my lips, swallowing my judgment. It was either stop and ask for gas, or risk spending a night in the freezing cold. 

The hum of the engine came to an abrupt stop as he pulled the key from the ignition. I watched as he quickly stepped out of the car. With a sigh, I unbuckled my seatbelt and followed. The gravel crunched under my feet as I walked around the car. 

He had already stepped up to the front porch by the time I stepped forward. 

“James!” I said in a hushed voice. He shook his hand, dismissing me. I crossed my arms over my chest, glancing around at the piles of rubbish that adorned the gravel plot. James rapped his knuckles against the front door.

A large clatter drew my attention. Standing at the door was a tall, imposing blonde man. He wore jeans, worn and ragged around the knees. His biceps were covered in black ink, indescribable from my distance. I watched as he looked my boyfriend up and down. 

“What d’ye want,” he asked with a grunt. 

“We, uh, ran out of gas. Do you happen to have any?” I could tell by the break in his voice that James was intimidated. I watched as he slipped his hands into his pocket, shifting onto the balls of his feet, and back again.

“Got a jerry can somewhere,” the man responded. 

“Perfect! And do you care if I use your bathroom?” James added. The man simply grunted and stepped aside. James disappeared inside of the house. 

My eyes widened as the man’s gaze settled on me. I watched as he picked up a Jerry can from the front porch and slowly stalked over to the car. His face was marred with scar tissue. White streaks adorned his cheeks in a sort of Glasgow smile. Over his brow was another. He glanced at me with his deep blue eyes.

“Americans? What’re you doing out here?” He asked as he flipped open the fuel cap. 

“Vacation,” I stated simply, glancing up at the front door. 

“Vacation here? In the middle of nowhere?” The man laughed as he began filling the car up. 

“He didn’t want to use a map. We were trying to go to Inverness,” I explained. 

“You’re about two hours out,” he huffed. “Good luck getting back without a map.”

I sighed and leaned my back against the car. It was already getting cold enough that my sweatshirt wasn’t even enough to keep the chills off of my skin. I couldn’t imagine what sleeping in a car would feel like. 

“Thanks again, man.” I glanced up at James, who was sticking his hand out for the Brit. With nothing but a grunt, he kept filling up the tank. 

The man pulled back and screwed the gas cap back in. 

“You need to turn around. Nothing up here but trees and dirt.” He said, stepping forward. The gasoline gently sloshed as he moved. 

“You got it,” James said as he pulled his keys from his pocket. Suddenly he leaned in, pushing my shoulder. “You talk to him?” He asked, gritting his teeth. 

“Friendly banter, not a big deal,” I mumbled, looking out across the dirt road. The sun was almost completely gone. The sky darkened with every passing minute. 

“Fuckin’ told you not to go talking up other men, didn’t I.” He took another step forward. I flinched, bringing my arms up to my face. He grumbled, muttering something under his breath. I watched as he spun on his heel and started towards the driver's side door. With a sigh and internal words of encouragement, I stepped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind me. 

The engine started to life. I gave one last glance to the run-down shed as we pulled out into the road, heading back to where we came from. The headlights were turned on, illuminating the dirt road ahead of us. 

We were twenty minutes down the road. The soft chirping of crickets filling my ears. Rocks cracked underneath the tires as we rolled down the road. 

The car jolted abruptly with a loud bang. I sighed, knowing one of our tires had blown. I glanced back at the trunk, silently thanking whatever deity that we had a spare, even if the salesman was a bit pushy about it. 

We rolled to a stop. Muttering under his breath, James shifted into park and pulled off his seatbelt. He stepped out onto the road, slamming the door behind him. I sighed and pulled out my phone from my pocket. In the depths of the Scottish wilderness, I didn’t have a single bar of service. 

Glancing up, I watched as James backed away from the tire, scratching his head. A glint of silver caught my eye from behind him. 

In one swift motion, an axe embedded itself in the side of his neck. Blood spurted from the wound, pulsing with the beat of his heart. He let out a gargling scream, blood flooding his larynx. His eyes, once vibrant, glazed over as he fell limp to the ground. With a creak, the axe was pulled back from his head. I watched as another glint of silver caught the headlights. Another swift chop, another squelching noise. I screamed, quickly throwing off my seatbelt. I clamored out of the car and took off into the woods, dodging brush and branches. From the corner of my eye, I saw a masked figure slowly stalking toward me. 

I grunted as sharp brambles sliced my arm. I pushed the pain to the back of my head, along with the burning in my lungs. Each thud of my foot shot a jolt of pain up my knees. I hadn’t run this far in a while. 

The moonlight was shadowed by the thick canopy above. I held my arms out, pushing past tree trunk after tree trunk. I glanced over my shoulder and squinted, praying he wasn’t following. 

Pain blossomed in my brow as I rebounded off of a tree. With a muffled groan, I landed on the forest floor amongst a pile of pine needles. 

Arms wrapped around my body, holding me still. A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the scream I let out. I writhed against the man, thrashing my legs about and sinking my teeth into his hand. He cursed, pulling his arms away from me. I lurched forward, breaking out into another sprint, however I was stopped. Fingers held onto my ankles, dragging me in. My legs stilled under the force of his grip. 

“I’m not going to fuckin’ hurt you-” the man sputtered. 

I froze. The voice was familiar. My heart pounded in my ears, the swooshing of blood drowning out every other sound. It was the man from earlier, donning a mask now.

I glanced over my shoulder. I was met with the same deep blue eyes I’d seen earlier. Without any resistance from me, he dragged my body closer. His clothes, black, had dark spots, blood. His mask and the skull plate that was sewn to it were splattered in red. 

“Why’d you do it?” I asked, pushing his hands away. 

“I saw the way you flinched. Heard what he said,” he responded. Cautiously, he reached his hand out. I glanced down, watching as he rested his hand atop my knee. “Bears’ll come by and snatch up his body. No need to worry about cleanup.”

“Thank you.” The words spilled out of me. It felt wrong to thank him. Wrong to validate a murderer. But part of me felt as if I would’ve ended up in James' position. A corpse on the side of the road. 

Without another word, he stood, holding out his hand for me. 

He parked my car behind his house. Its exterior was deceiving to say the least. The interior was cozy, insulated from the cold outside. I watched as he stood in the kitchen. His hair was dripping wet from the shower he’d taken. 

The smell of citrus and bergamot permeated my senses. The patches of dirt that coated my skin were now long gone down the drain. He dressed me in a pair of sweats, far too big for me. I sat on his couch, waiting for him to bring out some food. Perogies, he said. Perfect for a chilly night like tonight.

He stepped forward, holding out a plate for me. Without a word, I took the food from him, nodding my head in a silent display of gratitude. The couch shifted as he sat beside me. 

I glanced at his hand. The skin of his thumb was scarred, marred with deep teeth marks. I reached out, gently grabbing his hand and lifting it. I brushed my thumb along the mark. He winced, pulling his hand away from me. 

Without another word, I began eating the meal he’d made for me. I snuck glances at him through the corner of my eye. He shifted, nursing the can of beer in his hand. I flinched, feeling his fingers graze against my arm. He pushed up the sleeve of my shirt over my shoulder. My gaze followed his, landing on my shoulder. A mauve-colored bruise blossomed on my skin. 

His fingers gently grasped my wrist, slowly turning my arm. On the inside of my forearm was another bruise, this time a color between green and yellow. He frowned, gently stroking over the old bruise with his thumb. 

My jaw went slack as a pair of hands roughly wrapped around my neck, squeezing tight. With every second of air taken, I felt the vessels in my face burst. I reached out, pushing my thumbs into his eye sockets. His face was burned into my retinas. A singed vision that shone through the haze. He faded to white, pains swelling behind my eyes. 

I awoke with a jolt, clutching at my throat. I kicked off the blankets. I quickly glanced around the room. My gaze flicked from the bookcase to the nightstand, to the window. Sitting back onto my calves, I sighed, chest heaving as I strived to catch my breath. 

The bedroom door creaked open. Brown eyes flicked over my sweaty frame. I couldn’t come up with a single thing to say. Instead, I stared at the man, lips parted. He spun, slowly stalking toward the door. Without thinking, I spoke. 

“Sir. I’m really sorry to ask, but could you stay with me?”

With only a nod, he stepped forward. If it were anyone else, I would’ve been intimidated by the way he looked down on me. His brown eyes were nearly pitch black in the low lighting. He seemed stiff. And with his stature, it seemed natural to feel scared. Any hesitancy broke as I watched him slip below the covers. He laid on his back on the other side of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn’t spare me even a glance.

I couldn’t help but stare at his face, illuminated in the moonlight. Faint traces of scars lay across his temples. Just thick enough to notice. On his neck were sparse patches of razor bumps. Specks of red across his fair skin. I shifted onto my side, pushing the blanket down my shoulders with my elbow.

He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. Even in the dim lighting, I could tell when a dusty pink blush had settled on his cheeks. I reached out, gently placing my hand on his biceps. I traced my index finger along scar tissue, running up and down a thick, linear cut. He turned his head away from me. I could feel his chest rise abruptly and feel the way his breath hitched when I touched him. My fingers slid up his biceps, to his shoulder, and across his clavicle. He rolled over, facing me. 

My heart pounded in my ears. Heat rose to my cheeks as he extended his hand. His palm rested on my hip. His fingers curled underneath the hem of my shirt. And then he let go, choosing to slide up my side, over my shoulder, and to my cheek. His movements were slow as if he was letting his fingers feel every inch of my side. 

The pad of his thumb stroked my cheek. His other fingers carded through the hair at the base of my neck. I watched as his deep brown eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips, and back up again. He leaned in closer. His hot breath fanned over my face. I closed the distance, pressing my lips to his. 

His lips were chapped. Jagged bits of dried skin poked my lips. I sighed against his lips and leaned in closer. His hand slid to the small of my back. He pulled me closer. My chest was pushed flush against his. Warmth emanated from his body. I slid my arm over his side, basking in the feeling of his heated skin. 

His lips moved to my cheek and down my jaw. Opening my eyes, I watched as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants. His hand stilled, almost as if asking for permission. I placed my hand on his wrist, gently pushing him to continue. 

He gently sunk his teeth into my neck. A pounding heartbeat grew in the pit of my stomach. My skin grew heated as my arousal overtook me. I gasped as his tongue lapped against his teeth marks. He skidded the palm of his hand across my bare hip, sliding underneath my sweats. 

Without a word, he threw my leg over his hip, giving him better access to my core. I shuddered, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I felt his index finger swipe against my clit. He began slowly circling my clit, teeth sinking into my shoulder. My hips jolted, thighs quivering against his body. He chuckled, sliding two fingers up and down my core. My breath caught in my chest as he sunk the digits inside me. 

“There you go. Open up for me,” he mumbled next to my ear. I clenched around his fingers, feeling a rush of heat in my cheeks. He steadily began thrusting his fingers, brushing his thumb against my clit. I whined against his neck as he curled his fingers. I clenched my fist in his shirt, tugging tightly at the material. My breath hitched, growing unsteady with every twitch and stroke of his fingers. My core tightened as he slowly inched me toward my climax. My grip on his shirt grew bruising. The seams creaked as I pulled him close. Drool spilled from the corner of my parted lips. My thighs trembled as I drew further and further into my pleasure. 

“Come on, cum on my fingers.” His voice was barely a whisper. The deep rasping words rattled in his chest. With a couple more thrusts and a swipe against my sensitive clit, my muscles began to tense and jerk. My toes curled, and my eyes squeezed shut as he slowly rocked me through my orgasm. The thrust of his fingers slowed and then stilled. He pressed his lips to my sweaty cheek, easing me out of the haze that had taken over my limbs. 

By the time my vision had gone back into focus, he was holding me close, looking down at me with his dark eyes. 

“Sorry, it’s been a while…” I said, looking away to hide the embarrassment on my face. 

He pushed me onto my back. I stared up at him with wide eyes, watching as he settled between my legs. My hips jolted as he roughly tugged my sweats down. His eyes darkened as he laid his sights on my bare body. I held my hand up by my mouth, hiding the way my lips trembled. He hooked his arms underneath my thighs and slung them over his shoulders. I could feel the heat from his breath brushing over my cunt. 

A sharp pain drew my attention. He sunk his teeth into my inner thigh, then gently licked over his teeth marks. Inching closer, he pressed a kiss to my skin. On my other leg, his fingers slowly trailed up my skin, toward my core. 

I watched as he kissed across my stomach, gently and methodically, before dipping down and brushing his tongue against my clit. My back arched up off of the mattress. The palm of my hand muffled a moan rising from my throat. He rapidly flicked his tongue against my clit, moaning into my cunt. I gripped onto his short blonde hair, tugging hard at the strands. He wrapped his lips around my clit and began to harshly suck. My fingers went limp. My grasp on his hair faded as he pushed me closer to a second orgasm.  

And suddenly he stopped. With a whine, I watched as he shifted onto his knees. He eased the waistband of his pants over his hips. My eyes fixated on every inch of bare skin he revealed. His cock sprung free from its confines, already flushed and leaking. I couldn’t help but wonder how he’d feel inside me. A burning heat rose to my cheeks as he stepped out of his pants and slowly crawled toward me. He settled between my thighs and began gently caressing my thighs. His brown eyes were locked onto my half-naked body. 

“You want it?” He asked, moving his hand to his cock. I watched as he slowly stroked himself.

“Please,” I mumbled. 

“You’re a sweet one, aren’t you?” He chuckled, “taste good too.”

He pushed my knees back against my chest. Using his hand, he guided his cock to my entrance. Gently pushing in. I closed my eyes. My jaw went slack as I felt him slowly sink inside me. He inched forward, gripping my waist tightly. I couldn’t help but notice how full I felt, and the slight burning in my tendons as he folded me in half. 

His hips stilled as he bottomed out. He reached up, pushing my shirt over my chest. I gasped when his lips wrapped around one of my nipples. My ankles crossed behind his back, keeping him close to me. He propped himself up on his hands, brown eyes flicking over my body. I whined as he began slowly rocking his hips back and forth. 

One of his hands moved to my throat. His fingers gently pressed on my carotid arteries. The pressure wasn’t overbearing, but a reminder that he was in control. 

His pace was rough, deep, and slow. He took the time to get to feel every inch of my insides. I could already feel a haze settling over my thoughts, deepening with every thrust. I looked up at him with unfocused eyes, biting down on my lip to conceal a whimper. 

“Tell me you like it,” he grunted, thrusting his hips forward. 

My response was an incoherent stream of praises, punctuated with whines. He smirked and began tightening his hold on my neck. My brows furrowed, lips forming an o shape in a silent cry.

His pace increased. The mattress began creaking with every jolt of my body. And then the pressure around my neck subsided. He let go, instead opting to grip my hip with a bruising strength. 

He leaned down, pressing sloppy kisses to my neck, and grunting against my skin. I gripped his biceps and whined as he sunk his teeth into my neck. 

“Fuckin’ squeezing me.” He groaned as he ran his tongue across my bruised neck. 

“Harder” I choked out. His pupils dilated, turning his deep brown eyes nearly black. I could feel his cock twitch inside me. 

He shifted to his knees and brought both of his hands to my hips. With every thrust of his hips, he pulled my body back onto his cock. I gripped the pillow behind my head as a barrage of moans flooded my mouth. My back arched off of the mattress, and my breath grew ragged and erratic. He cursed under his breath, teeth sinking into his plush bottom lip. 

I thrashed as I reached my climax. My stomach tightened, clenching around his cock as he rocked me through my orgasm. A flash of cold washed over my body, followed by pins and needles pricking my limbs. I went limp in his grasp.

After a couple of arrhythmic thrusts of his hips, he came, flooding me with warmth. His breath hitched, nails digging deep into my skin as he came down from his climax. 

With another jolt of the mattress, he laid down beside me. His chest heaved as he strived to catch his breath. I turned onto my side, pressing my back into his sweaty chest. He laid his arm over my waist, keeping me close. I chuckled as he began pressing kisses to my neck. 

Somehow the absurdity of the situation had just set in. I’d slept with the man who murdered my boyfriend. Brushing off the thoughts that swirled through my head, I placed my hand over his, sighing as I closed my eyes. 

“The name’s Simon, by the way,” he spoke up, breaking the silence that fell between us. 

“Oh, so now you tell me…”

Masterlist

[canmom]

Annecy photodump 4 - assorted

This one is just straight up posting my holiday photos. But there's a few little anecdotes along the way.

On Saturday, I unexpectedly ran into a protest passing along the road between Bonlieu and Pathé (the two most important places in Annecy). I'm not entirely sure what it was they were protesting, but it was interesting hearing the familiar rhythms of protest chants with French words.

It was funny seeing Liberty Leading the People printed on a protest sign after watching a film about the context behind its painting earlier in the week.

French coppers wear these little sailor hats, upholding the tradition of police everywhere to wear dorky headwear...

I was standing by the lake trying to take a selfie with my DSLR when this guy in an Unreal Engine t-shirt sitting nearby offered to photograph me. I tried to say 'yeah so it's in aperture priority mode' to which he replied 'don't worry, I'm not a noob', switched it to manual and rapidly adjusted the aperture and exposure, and proceded to take some insanely nice photos of me.

By contrast in my own attempts, the sky is way overexposed...

So thanks, that guy! I am entirely shown up with my own camera, but one day I'll learn x3

BD Fugue is the big BD (comics) shop in Bonlieu. It's a wonderful place to just go in and look at all the enormous glossy books. For example, historical comics...

or go over to the fantasy section for some 30-odd volumes of Elfes...

There were a whole lot of similar comics to this series called stuff like 'Orcs' and 'Wizards'. (I don't remember the exact titles.) Must be quite popular!

As well as comics, it stocks books on animation and animation history. Conveniently, a lot of these are in English. I held off on buying comics in French (mostly...) but I got a very technical book on animation timing and a history of European animation, both of which I'm sure I'll be turning to a lot in the next year.

The VR room has a lot of bright coloured floors which provide some very nice examples of indirect diffuse-diffuse lighting, which is very expensive to render in games.

There's something inherently funny about seeing people immersed in VR like this.

Annecy has an abundance of old churches and cathedrals. Here's a few, inside and out...

I think these are mostly Catholic, though I don't really know enough about church architecture to say. I was a little disappointed to find out that you can't go up to that little glass dome on the roof of the cathedral, but on the other hand, it is a very pretty dome.

On another note - I've been in a number of cities over the past couple months - London, Glasgow, Belgrade, Geneva, Annecy - and in every single one I've seen graffiti and stickers saying 'free gaza'. (Though I also saw a weird little Zionist street stand with a bunch of leaflets and shit in Geneva.) Here's some graffiti in Annecy and a BDS sticker from Zagreb. I don't want to draw too many conclusions from this - the governments of most of these countries are still doggedly backing the genocide - but it does feel striking to see support for Gaza expressed at least in the graffiti culture of so many places.

One of the coolest things about Annecy is that the Alps are always kind of like... just hanging out in the background. They're so enormous it's hard to photograph them really! But here's a few shots with Alps chilling behind.

And to wrap things up, one last DSLR selfie.

À la prochaine, Annecy!