#work clothes newcastle

[georginasmith0011]

With thriving sectors like construction, mining, manufacturing, and logistics, Newcastle is at the forefront of embracing new workwear trends that prioritise safety and environmentally friendly practices while enhancing comfort. As these industries grow, workwear in Newcastle is rising to the challenge, offering advanced designs, materials, and technologies that promote safety and productivity across diverse work environments.

[bayoubodycount]

FANDOM: Interview with the Vampire

Title: A Mouse in Newcastle

Rated: M

Word Count: 1,548

Ship: Devil's Minion

Characters: Daniel Molloy, Armand

Warnings: none

Tags: Canon compliant, during the global chase era, exhausted Daniel, pissed off Daniel, clothed aex, biting/marking, taunts, kissing, groping, frotting sesh on church grounds, surprised Armand, temporary rest is granted, Daniel learns something about Armand, Daniel whump

Summary: August, 1974. One year into the global chase with Armand, Daniel finds himself in Newcastle, UK. Certain his number's up, he decides the quiet grounds of Saint Mary's along the river Tyne is a good place to die. So, why isn't he?

Kinktober 2024 Day 3 prompt: Clothed Sex combined with Day 9 prompt: Outdoor/Public and Day 11 prompt: Biting/Marking

@vampirefest @toxicgaysource

[new-berry]

Instead of reading my 37 open tabs I thought I would share a short fic with you. So NSFW. M/F and implied M/F/M Anthony / Kieran / Charlotte work of fiction untrue etc etc

In case you don’t follow her Instagram here is Charlotte. You know what the other two look like by now. Also this is about porn. Not spelling. Although I did go back and fix a few bits which messed with the formatting a touch. Just look at Charlotte! It’s fine!

“Who’s that?” Cole obnoxiously crunches a peppermint right in Anthony’s ear. It makes his breath almost spicy as it blows past Anthony’s nose.

“Get off.” Anthony shrugs his shoulder but it only half dislodges Cole from his determined perch with his chin on Anthony. “It’s from Kieran.” He finally says when Cole gets bored of waiting to be answered and starts to poke him in the side. “You have bony fingers.”

“I don’t get nagging messages from my Captain. What did you do wrong? Cole looks down; “want a mint?”

“I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life.” Anthony says in his best attempt at a posh voice to make Cole laugh. “And Jamaal’s the club captain,” Anthony tells him, eyes on the text: C has a message for you. Check your emails after training. “But yeah. Gimmie one.”

They are incredibly hot and just about make his eyes water, Cole makes fun of him the whole session.

Anthony doesn’t think about Kieran’s message. He’s helped by the training and the media duties and catching up with people he normally plays against. When he closes the door to his room the text slides into the front of his mind finally taking centre stage.

He checks the door is locked, then checks again just in case, then he feels like an idiot and opens his emails leaning against the door.

There is spam and England team messages and seeing them sends a burn of excitement through him still, and four down: char-t123 has shared a movie with you.

Anthony checks the lock again and walks over to the bed, then for good measure pulls the curtains closed like anyone could see in on the this floor.

He texts “be there in 20.” So E and Cole don’t bother him, mutes alerts and kicks his shoes off as he climbs on the bed.

The screen is a still shot of someone’s back in a dimly lit room while the movie downloads, and then it starts. It’s five minutes and thirty seconds long. When it begins a man’s voice picks half way through a sentence “…here gorgeous.”

The person in front of the camera, probably a phone Anthony thinks, eyes intent on the screen walks forward. It’s a she, in a black and white Newcastle strip with Gordon and number 10 on the back.

All the blood from his brain to his fingertips goes straight to Anthony’s cock. The woman has red hair and the shirt must be a kids size or cut off because it’s sitting above her naked backside. It’s a great backside, and Anthony knows it from memory and touch.

Her ass sways as she walks forward. She pauses for a moment and moves to the side. The angle of the phone shows someone laying on the bed, leg’s bent at the knee and he’s stroking his cock. His face isn’t visible.

Anthony scrambles his clothes off, eyes fixed on his phone, he’s not going to wank off on the three lions on his first day at St George’s.

The woman puts her hands up to pulls her her hair out of the way, to show off his name and the line of her neck and she lets her hair tumble out of her fingers.

It brushes the O and R of his name. Her movement pulls the shirt higher up and her ass is sort of glistening, she teases taking the shirt off, inching it up her side, turning her hip to the camera showing off the curve of her stomach, but with her chin tilted up so her face can’t be seen.

It’s dragged up her side slow, showing the bottom of her breast and the silky looking white skin of her side. Anthony sucks his lips in, bitting them closed, breathing harder through his nose, jerking himself off hard. He spits down on his fingers to make the glide of his hand smoother.

“Leave it on.” The man on the bed says and the red haired woman drops the shirt down. Anthony isn’t sure if it’s his hand in his cock or the other man’s making the slick dirty sounds but he wonders for a moment if he can turn the sound up but decides against it. There are a couple of rooms past his on this floor.

The woman puts one knee on the bed, her red hair hitting the top of her shoulders, and Anthony chokes down a moan, one knee on the bed and her wet pussy with a few brown curls is showing, slick and ready for someone’s mouth or cock, but it also shows off the green jewel from the plug in her ass.

Anthony can feel his mouth drop open as she crawls slowly up the bed, legs spread to show how wet and ready she is.

The other man shuffles down the bed a little and Anthony can see his cock where it slides into the redhead’s pussy. There is the wet soft sound of them kissing. Then she sits up a little to rock back and forward slowly. One of the man’s hands, with a hint of tattoos at the wrist, reaches around to tug the plug slowly out of her ass. When he pushes it back in Anthony’s number twists on her as she arches her back, sending her hair tumbling around his name as she moans low and dirty.

“You need someone else here to fill you up.” The man says and she agrees high and breathy, still shifting backwards and forwards as the plug is worked on and out of her ass slowly.

The video ends and Anthony scrolls back to her crawling in the bed, his name picked out in red, her wet cunt and the shiny lube on her bum where the plug has been worked into her.

He watches her walk in her knees to the waiting man two more times before he’s coming over his fist and gasping in the empty room.

“Fuuuuuck.” Anthony lays back for a minute quickly checking the time and stumbling off to wash his hands.

In the elevator to meet for dinner he sends a message back to Kieran. “I’ll thank C in person.” He wants to send an emoji of a tongue but he can’t guarantee Cole won’t snoop on his phone again. He has no luck putting the video out of his mind at dinner. But it’s all right if he’s quiet he’s the new guy here.

[hoodienanami]

a picture of style icon and original punk Jordan taken by Jane England sometime during the late 70s

Jordan was quite devoted to her job at pre-fame Vivienne Westwood’s King’s Road boutique SEX (aka Seditionaries) and would often refuse to sell to anyone that she thought didnt understand the political meaning behind the clothes

Some people would come in the shop and just want to grab something because they had money and I would say to people, ‘You can’t buy that. You shouldn’t buy that, it’s not for you’. Vivienne and Malcolm and I were very clear about that and we used to do it quite a bit. We’d really talk to people about why they wanted to buy something and did they think it looked good on them, then why? Essentially we wanted to know why they were really buying it. There was a clear ideology behind these clothes, which is why we were so strict about it. I wasn’t prepared to sell things that looked awful on people just because they had the money to buy it. It would have been bastardizing something beautiful just for the money. The clothes were really like works of art to me, to be cherished and taken care off. For instance, there were these incredible A-line skirts that I loved wearing the rubber suited the shape so well. It was a kind of legitimizing of latex and not wearing it just because it was latex but it was a beautiful fashion item. And it wasn’t only the latex stuff. Having said that I did once have a skirt that literally melted off me! - Jordan

but that didnt mean Jordan was heartless towards young punkers who werent up to date on their Situationist texts or didnt have enough dosh to afford anything

Sometimes people would say things like, ‘I’ve come down from Newcastle and I deserve these trousers and I want them’. If people stood their ground with me then fair enough. I really don’t believe in giving things away. People have to work hard to be a genius, to make things like that, as Vivienne did. It’s not to be given away – it becomes meaningless if it is. But there’s been endless stories of me being kind to people in the shop when I worked at SEX, which is interesting because I had a reputation as being rather dour and unapproachable, and very much a dominatrix type of a person. There were also instances in which, if someone didn’t have enough money, I’d let them have some money off or even give them something under the table. […] I think that punk is an attitude and if punk teaches us anything, it’s not to point the finger at anybody, and it’s to include people, and it’s to include the sexes as equals, and it’s to make people feel that those who are feeling like they’re outsiders feel comfortable. - Jordan

[glowyjellyfish]

Narniapocalypse Set-Up Part One

...this is not gonna be anywhere near as lengthy as setting up the Megakingdom or my Build A City Through Time Founding Pleasantview hood, but there's a little set-up involved. I decided to kill off all the adults just so the kids can be traumatized, and organized the kids into 7 households of 6-10 sims each. I couldn't stop Samantha Ottomas from giving birth instantly--even if I killed her, she still insisted on giving birth before dying. So I gave up and now have infant Ottomas twins added to my hood, which is slightly annoying. Had I known this would happen, I would have made Pascal, Brandi, and Ana Patel give birth before dying, too, if only for the variety, but whatever.

Behold, the DeBateau household, consisting of the premade teens, children, and toddlers from Belladonna Cove. (I always play the Newsons in BDC, but they have their own household.) The idea here is that the kids found this cluster of abandoned farmhouses they're using for shelter--and any kids whose clothing has been ruined by default replacements is gonna use rags they found inside. They'll have to buy new outfits from a merchant or else make their own in the future. I feel like I may have made this one too nice, even though it has no floor (only terrain paint) and not enough beds. I have calculated secondary aspirations and traits for all the kids, and I'm going to have to adjust their ages manually since Neighborhood Age Correct doesn't appear to be cooperating. Let's see, I'm going to use the rule that they can't place a well until somebody strikes water while digging, and they have to be able to afford it. I might make them pay for it in blocks of stone, too, to imply they ha to build it.

Each abandoned farmhouse lot is going to have one Giving Tree and several berry bushes of the same type. All other foragable/harvestable goods must be dug up or harvested from the Woods before a sim can plant it at home. It's also going to take these kids a while to figure out hunting/trapping, but I haven't thought up any particular requirements for that yet. Livestock will have to be purchased from a merchant.

And of course, none of these kids will get to go to college. The nearby Elf Kingom--where the Elven High King who demands tribute (aka taxes) lives--has several universities that will be happy to accept qualified students who can pay the fees, but that's probably not going to be possible for a generation or so. There's a Royal Academy for royalty and nobility; a wizard college for supernatural sims; a religious college that requires graduates perform service for the church; and a bardic college with high creativity requirements. In practice, these are just going to be themed dorms within one large college, and whenever my city works its way up the Medieval Charter ladder enough, I'll build a local college that may be less specialized.

I would like to tell a proper story with this hood, but I do worry that might make it too much effort to play. Right now, I couldn't start actually playing because I couldn't find the Institution Sign and I need that to prevent the school bus from coming. Hopefully I have what I need now.

The hood itself is called Newcastle, but let's face it, Narniapolcalypse is far more memorable and fun.

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

art by em year in review 2023!

for the fourth time, i present to you a selection of the art i did this year! this definitely was the Year of Understanding Procreate, and i think it paid off. as usual, reflections under the cut.

january: i saw @malcolm-f-tucker tag a picture of abigail thaw with a comment about a theresa faceclaim and it left no survivors, i.e. i decided that theresa should have greying hair and did not look back. this was from when i was still trying to figure out what brush to use for lineart in procreate. luckily i had learned my lesson from the sketchbook learning curve and realized that what i liked for lineart would most likely be in the pencil section. however i wasn’t a huge fan of the brush i used in this one, so i didn’t use it again. instead, for later pieces, i decided to customize the 6b pencil brush to my liking, and…

february: …this came out of it! this is still one of my favorite things i have ever drawn, and it’s my favorite thing i’ve drawn yet for herc and linda. this piece really convinced me to use overlay layers more in my art, and the amount of detail i managed to capture in this one still amazes me now. and before anyone asks, yes, they are doing specific things in the startup procedure for an airbus a320-family aircraft, except linda is doing things off the CM1 checklist and herc is doing something off the CM2 checklist, which i learned later is not really something that is done. let’s just say herc is not the tightest stickler to convention.

march: one half of an intended two pieces centered around the f1 au (which, regrettably, i have yet to continue… i just reread what little of the second part is on ao3 and god, it slaps actually, i really need to continue it so bad) depicting a pivotal scene from around the outside, where theresa and linda decide to put aside a childhood feud at the top of the banked curve at monza. at sunset. on theresa’s birthday. i know, very meaningful, incredibly homoerotic. read the fic to see how well that turns out!

april: i always knew i wanted to redraw the first filipino!hercolyn thing i did back in 2020, the one that completely solidified in my mind the notion that These Characters Are Filipino, Actually, and when i got comfortable in procreate i quickly jumped on that. (if you notice, a lot of the stuff i did this year were redraws of old pieces i really liked but wasn’t fully satisfied with.) of course i wanted to draw them in the traditional clothes in my parents’ and grandparents’ wedding pictures. the implication of this being, of course, that this is the soft shoe shuffle wedding. i have a fic planned centered around that, from douglas’ perspective. now that grad school apps are basically done, if my honors thesis doesn’t kick me too hard, i’d love to get on that as soon as i can.

may: YOU JUST GOT COLINED! SEND THIS TO A FRIEND TO TOTALLY COLIN THEM! ah, colin fairbairn: the figure whose presence haunts all of newcastle but is never actually. named. (much to the chagrin of a lot of people who genuinely thought linda’s dad was named colin bc i Wouldn’t Shut Up About It) i just love him so much and i love this piece, i wanted to depict the wistfulness of an older colin whose airline is on the verge of collapse, who has been secure in his job as chief pilot of air cal, who looks out over glasgow airport (that’s glasgow’s runway in the background) and wonders if it’s time to put himself out to pasture. wondering what he could have done differently. it’s okay bby. there’s no way that you could have prevented this. but he’d never believe it. he’s too duty bound. he lives in my head rent free.

june: another redraw, this time of a piece from 2021. i was so happy with this one, and i am very happy with it still! everything about the older piece i loved was improved massively by this redraw: the poses, the proportions, the line work, the coloring. honestly, just thinking about the two of them just existing in the airport, overlooked by bustling passengers, just part of the landscape, but having such a rich history and relationship between them… it’s something i think about a lot and i love it.

july: this comprises the third part of an unofficial trilogy of drawings i did centered around douglas/martin/theresa. in each one, i centered a different member of the ot3: i did one centering martin last year, one centering douglas in the spring, and this one centers theresa between douglas and martin. i really enjoy how i did the expressions in this one: martin, looking out toward the planes; theresa, following his gaze, eager to share in the passion they both have; and douglas, looking down at both of them (yeah i think they’re both shorter than him. i think it’s cute). i feel like when i draw these three, where they look and how they look is very important to me.

august: can you believe before this point i had never drawn herc and douglas together? yeah, me too. anyway, them 🤍 i’ve literally only ever drawn them as older men so trying to draw them younger was. lowkey kind of hard. i’m hoping to revisit air england herc and douglas in the future, especially since i didn’t intend for this to be anything more than a quick bit due to those bisexual divorcee brackets (which i don’t know what became of them in the end except that douglas got through and herc didn’t, lmao)

september: unposted self-portrait done as a part of my aerospace fellowship application i wound up getting rejected from because they required me to do a creative component. not much to say here. anyways.

october: yet another redraw, this time of a portrait of herc, carolyn, linda, and arthur i did a year prior, in october of 2022. i like to think that lfeu!herc carries pictures of linda, arthur, and carolyn in his wallet: he had never wanted to be the family man for most of his life, but in his new life, this new form, he can play it well. something about the coloring seems a little off to me: i think i may have to go in and adjust arthur’s skin tone because i think it doesn’t look 100% right. but i love this one too. i hemmed and hawed for ages over what they should be wearing but in the end i put them in what they’d wear for work bc i couldn’t think anymore. but it turned out super cute and i think it emphasizes what brought the four of them together in the first place: aviation.

november: a cute little doodle of young!colin with baby linda, from a bigger piece. something i generally feel like i’ve gotten stronger with this year has been drawing a larger variety of poses. i discovered that procreate allows you to import reference images in a smaller window that can be very easily dragged around and resized, which was a massive improvement over my previous strategy with sketchbook, which had been to import reference images as their own layers. often, moving it around or resizing reference images resulted in some loss of quality. anyways there’s something just so tender about colin and linda and i love to revisit them.

december: last but not least, we finish off the way we started, with theresa (and an added douglas lol). and boy, how different does december look from january? granted, it’s a different angle, but i personally think there is so much more dimension at the end of the year compared to the beginning. i was less afraid of using overlays to enhance the coloring. and the brush i wound up settling on for lineart really ended up serving me well this whole year, culminating in this piece. not much to say on this one, i like it a lot :)

overall thoughts: i didn’t think i drew as much as i wanted to this year, but looking back i still think i made really good progress and improved a lot from last year, so i’m still happy. definitely want to draw more next year, explore new subjects, and maybe work on redrawing more pieces from previous years because those projects have been very fun to undertake.

once again i want to say a big thank you to everyone who’s ever shared or commented or left a like on anything i’ve drawn: it will have been 10 years next year since the end of the show i primarily create fanwork for, and to still have people out there who like what i do is such a gift. yes i create for myself, but i do also like receiving feedback from others and sharing it with others, so thank you thank you thank you. and happiest of new years to all :)

[musicblogwales]

Chroma - 'I Wanna Be Where You Are'

Pontypridd, Wales bi-lingual alt-rock trio CHROMA are pleased to reveal the official video for their new single ‘I Wanna Be Where You Are’ out now via Alcopop! Records. The news comes ahead of a huge support slot with Foo Fighters for the band this week, and they also support Newport comedy hip hop troupe Goldie Lookin Chain on their forthcoming 2024 headline dates later this year, with limited tickets remaining. The track is the latest to be taken from the band’s gigantic Alcopop! Records 2023 debut album Ask For Angela. Commenting on the single, vocalist Katie Hall said: "This song is about limerence. It’s a new word I’ve learnt from the Lalala Let Me Explain podcast. It means to be emotionally and romantically infatuated with someone. It’s like when you have an intense crush on someone who’s not good for you. It’s not necessarily because they're a bad person, it’s because you’re in a bad place so you try to mask your problems with love.  In an age of modern technology, love and dating seems disposable. When I fall into limerence it’s usually because I feel lonely. I think it’s something a lot of people go through. We wanted to write a punk song about turbulent love that people could maybe relate to." The track comes with an official music video directed by Ren Faulkner, with artistic direction from the band's Katie Hall, movement director Bronwen Wilson Rashard, hair and makeup by Yasmine Davies, featuring model Emily Koko, styling by Alaw Griffiths and clothes by Rosie Evans. “One of the coolest things about being in a band is being able to creatively direct your own music video,” says Hall of the challenge. “The idea for ‘I Wanna Be Where You Are’ came from a hinge date I went on in Port Talbot. I’ve always been fascinated by the steel works every time we drove past that area as a kid, and it’s been on my music video bucket list.” “On the date we chatted a lot about the steelworks closing. It’s an estimated 20,000 jobs in the area. It’s hard to think of the pressure this puts families under during a cost of living crisis. I think Port Talbot is lush, the people and the place. The video also features Welsh designer Rosie Evans' clothes. I love Rosie’s work, and it’s been a dream of mine for some time to wear one of her corsets.” Recorded at Giant Wafer Studios, Llanbadarn Fynydd in the heart of Wales, CHROMA’s much lauded debut was produced and mixed by Steffan Pringle (Adwaith, Future of the Left, Boy Azooga) and mastered by Tom Langrish at E1 Mastering (IDLES, Fontaines D.C, DITZ) in London. The band recently presented an episode of S4C’s returning TV series Curadur, with Hall inviting some of her favourite bands and artists to join her Clwb Cysgu Cwl (Sleepover Club). Featuring performances from The Joy Formidable, Panic Shack and of course Chroma, the episode is available on catch-up via BBC iPlayer and S4C Clic. Riding high on a run of packed shows at SXSW Festival, FOCUS Wales, and a support slot with The Mysterines, the band announced their signing to Alcopop! Records in early 2023 and were recently hand-picked to support legendary US rockers Foo Fighters at Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester on 15th June 2024 alongside Courtney Barnett. They also played further shows alongside Bob Vylan and more. The trio have just been announced as one of the latest patrons of the Music Venue Trust, and will support the work of the charity in sharing the importance of Grassroots Music Venues and their crucial role in the music industry's ecosystem. 2024 UK Live Dates:

SOLD OUT - MANCHESTER - Gorilla * SOLD OUT - PRESTON - The Ferret * 19 Sep - NORWICH - Epic Studios * SOLD OUT - NOTTINGHAM - Metronome * 19 Oct - NEWCASTLE - The Cluny * SOLD OUT - GLOUCESTER - Guildhall * 02 Nov - BRISTOL - SW * SOLD OUT - NARBERTH - Queens Hall * SOLD OUT - BIRMINGHAM - Hare & Hounds * 09 Nov - SWANSEA - Sin City * 16 Nov - LONDON - Electric Ballroom * SOLD OUT - BIRKENHEAD - Future Yard * SOLD OUT - NEWPORT - Corn Exchange * SOLD OUT - NEWPORT - Corn Exchange * * w/ Goldie Lookin Chain

[yellowkitkieran]

Rumors (Kieran Tierney)

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Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Kieran doesn’t tell you about his set-in-stone transfer to Newcastle and you can’t trust him.

Kieran Tierney set to leave Arsenal- exclusive interviews reveal all

To be honest, you aren't sure you remember where you read it from first. You've dived deep into the dredges of the football tabloids, the rabbit hole swallowing you up without a second thought. The deeper you go, the darker it gets, and the harder it becomes to read articles as tears blur your vision. 

Arsenal's next captain? More like their next sale

Your worst fears are coming to fruition. Everything you've worked for, gone. Your entire future, that family you thought you'd planned with the love of your life? Gone up in smoke over the course of an hour as you find credible sources that back up the sketchy claims you'd stumbled across.

It hurts more this way, finding out second hand, than hearing it all from Kieran's own mouth.

Say goodbye to London- Newcastle comes knocking for Arsenal's talented bench

Each word hits you like a stone. Kieran hasn't mentioned a word of this to you. Up until an hour ago, as far as you knew Kieran was set to renew his contract with the gunners for at least another season. Just last week, Kieran came home bouncing on his toes over how well talks had gone at the club. Now, you have every reason to believe it had all just been an act. 

From the beginning, Kieran has ensured that honesty is the cornerstone of your relationship. After a history of exes that left you in the dark, Kieran was a breath of fresh air. He always communicates and includes you in planning his time. Hell, if he was ten minutes late coming home from training, he’d send you a text to let you know he was behind so you didn’t worry. 

You find yourself asking again and again what has fundamentally changed that he would keep this from you. Are you not good enough anymore? Does he not want to stay in London to be close to you? You can't up and move, your job doesn't allow for that sort of flexibility. And you've spoken about your desire to help provide for your future family; you don't want to rely on Kieran for everything. When you landed your dream position he was over the moon for you- was that an act as well? Everything you've worked towards, all for nothing.

"Ohhhh my darlinggggg! Your lover boy is home-" Kieran stops short when he sees you curled up on the sofa, his smile fading as he takes in your red-rimmed eyes and splotchy skin. "Sweetheart? What's wrong?"

"You tell me." Your voice is rough and foreign to your own ears. Makes sense, considering how raw your throat is. You’re surprised you can get any words out at all; the tightness in your chest only gets worse now that Kieran is standing in front of you. 

Visually, he isn’t any different than he was a few hours ago when he left. Sure, his hair is washed and he’s changed his clothes, but that’s standard after a training day. But looking at him now, you feel as if you don’t know the man in front of you. It sickens you to think that he would deliberately keep something this life changing from you. 

Kieran shakes his head, immediately coming over and sitting at your feet. You pull your knees to your chest, not wanting him to touch you for fear that you'll crumble. "I dinnae understand- I have no idea what's happened? Please tell me my love, what's got you so worked up?"

While Kieran's voice is soft, you can't help wondering if he already knows the answer. How can he not? Did he really think he could not say a word about a move and keep you from finding out until he was gone? If he did, he severely underestimated you. 

"You're leaving, that's what's wrong." You spit the words like venom, wishing to wound him as painfully as he's wounded you by keeping secrets. "You didn't even think to tell me? Newcastle?! Fucking six hours away- you didn't wanna tell me?" You're angry, not thinking rationally as your vision clouds with hot tears. "Fuck you, Kieran. Honestly, fuck you! How could you?"

Kieran rakes a shaky hand through his hair. He rocks back on his heels, wounded and reeling. "I was gonna tell you-"

"When?! The day you pack up and move?" You're desperate now, on your feet and looming over him. You can't see straight. A storm has been brewing for hours and you're ready to explode. 

"Nothing is set in stone yet," he says as if it will help. It doesn't matter though, the damage is done. He stretches a hand towards you but you step out of his reach, his fingers closing helplessly around air. "Mo ghràdh, I didn't want you to be worried before I knew it was for sure."

You shake your head, needing a second to detach. The nickname you used to cherish lands hollow now, sounding like an insult instead of a sweet reminder of his love. "Don't you dare call me that name. Don't try being kind now when you've broken my heart, Kieran Tierney." His face crumbles but you can't bring yourself to care. He's hurt you more than your cold tone could hurt him. "How dare you keep this from me! Did you think I was too fragile or weak to handle this? Did you think I'd pack up and leave at the first sign of something going wrong? We planned our future!"

"And that future didn't include me going to a smaller team like Newcastle!" 

The room falls silent in the wake of Kieran's outburst. Finally, some emotion from him that isn't shame. Something you can latch onto and run with. Proof that this is killing him the same way it is killing you. 

"Do you truly think so little of me," you start in a dangerously even voice, "that you think I wouldn't love you if you left Arsenal? Do you think a paycheck, that any of this-" you gesture to the house around you, decorated with expensive curtains and fancy decor you paid someone to pick out- "matters more to me than my love for you? That if we had to pack up and move to an apartment, I wouldn't love you anymore?"

"That's not at all what I'm saying." Desperation creeps into Kieran's voice as he begins to pace, trainers scuffing on the hardwood every few steps. "I'm saying that I dinnae want to worry you if something isn't serious? Sure, it's been in the works for a month or so-" your stomach sinks, expression souring but Kieran doesn't notice- "but I thought I had more time. I was going to tell you over dinner tonight, because Arteta said-"

"Arteta said what? What did he say exactly," you interrupt, aware of how childish you're being but not possessing a care in the world. Your fingers tingle from how hard you grip your phone, the weight of Kieran's betrayal causing you to shake with rage. 

Kieran has the audacity to let his shoulders fall, as if he's pained by what he's about to say. "Arteta said that they're likely to sell me. He told me he wants me to develop more and maybe one day come home, but he doesn't want me wasting away on a bench. I'd get playtime at Newcastle," Kieran notes with hope, thinking that might soothe things over like putting a plaster on a scraped knee. "They'd make me a regular starter. It's all in my contract."

Your laugh comes out as shrill as nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, regular playtime yeah? Starting every game, huh? Well that's good, cause without me around you'll need to keep yourself busy." 

The house falls silent. A spring cold snap presses at the windows, but even the heating doesn't dare break the quiet. You stare hard at Kieran, hoping he finally understands how badly he's hurt you. 

"You- what? What do you mean, without you around? You don't mean… you're not breaking up with me." He says it as a statement, like he has the power to trap you here and not let you leave. 

"I need a break Kieran, that's what I mean. I don't know if I trust you anymore-"

"Because I didn't tell you about a potential move?!" Kieran's laugh is humorless as he rakes a hand through his hair. "Rumors come out every day- am I supposed to inform you each time a club comes asking about me? If I had known it was that big of an issue I would've told you, but I didn't realize you were gonna hate me for keeping it to myself until I knew for sure!"

"Of course it's an issue Kieran! You're moving across the country, who knows when I'll be able to see you- I can't just quit my job and follow you! I'll be stuck here, you'll be there-"

"You're not coming with me?"

Kieran looks as if you've just shattered his dreams. His hands are limp at his sides and his mouth hangs open like a fish as he struggles to find any sort of excuse. But you don't want to hear it. You don't want apologies or sweet words that he has carefully selected to force you to fold. All you've ever wanted is Kieran, in every sense of the word; now, you're not sure you'll ever believe you have all of him again. 

"How am I ever meant to trust you again, Kieran?" Your voice is soft, devoid of the anger it held a few moments ago. You know what you have to do, no matter how much it'll hurt. 

"Because I love you. I didn't think- I was only trying to protect you. Please, just stay and we can work all this out."

"No, Kieran." You shake your head. Kieran steps forward, you step backwards. "I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself. If you had been honest with me from the start, maybe it would've been different."

"Let me talk to Arteta, maybe I don't need to go." He's grasping at straws and you both know it. Nothing can change your mind once it's been made up. "If I stay, would you stay? Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for any of this, I swear I was going to tell you tonight."

"I can't let you do that either. This is your career… if Newcastle is going to provide you with the stage you need to succeed, then that's where you need to go. I shouldn't hold you back."

Turning on your heel, you head for the hallway. Kieran follows you upstairs like a lost puppy. He sits on your bed as you pack your most important things into a suitcase, intending to come back at a different time for the rest of it. Each shirt and pair of socks you pack away feels like tearing out a piece of your heart. You go to grab the ratty, faded green celtic shorts you love sleeping in and stop yourself, leaving them in the drawer for Kieran. They're not yours, not anymore. 

"Where will you go," Kieran asks flatly around the gravel in his throat. He's trying so hard not to cry, to ensure the last image you have of him isn't a teary one. 

"Probably to Chloe's. I'll be okay, so you don't need to worry about me. I'll come back for the rest of my things in a couple days, when I've had time to process."

"Okay."

You pause in the doorway, glancing at Kieran over your shoulder. He hangs his head in his hands, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his sobs. 

"I hope you do great at Newcastle," you murmur, unable to leave him with such a sad memory. You smile when he looks up, trying your best to make it warm and sincere. Despite your initial rage and what he probably thinks, you don't want to leave. The problem is, you respect yourself too much to stay in a relationship where your partner clearly doesn't share the same basic values as you do. 

"I love you." 

You sigh, gathering the last bits of your courage to offer Kieran a nod. "I know you do. I love you too. Unfortunately… that's not all I need from a relationship."

Your grip on your bag is tight as you take the steps slowly. You pause at the front door, taking one more look around the house you'd thought of as home for the past year. You'll miss it. You'll miss late night snuggles on the overly firm leather sofa, neither of you watching whatever film you'd put on. You'll miss Kieran's laughter ringing through the kitchen as you try desperately to fix the meal you'd burned. You'll miss sitting on the deck with him on warm summer afternoons on the rare days you both had spare time. 

You'll miss all the memories this house contains, but you'll miss the man living there most. 

[cryley]

source: My Old Man: Tales of Our Fathers by Ted Kessler

MY DAD HAS BEEN FAMOUS LONGER THAN I’VE BEEN ALIVE Tim Healy by Matthew Healy

My name is Matthew Timothy Healy. I was born naked in north London in April 1989. I am told it was quite warm - which has been the case for most of my birthdays. I am an adult now, semi-clothed. My father spent those early years of my life working between England and Australia - back-to-back winters that had deprived him of the sun for almost four years. He told me he remembers my birthday being a bright and memorable time, golden-hued. He currently lives in the house in which I spent most of my childhood. In some ways it exists as a shrine to what once was - our family and what has been achieved. It is a feeling that is comforting and unsettling in equal measure. 

My dad, at five foot seven, a baby-turned-milkboy-turned-welder-turned-comic-turned-actor, was born in the early 1950s to parents Malcolm and Sadie, in Birtley, Newcastle upon Tyne. He lived modestly up north, as a youngster and as a young man, with his brother, John, and their dog, Smartie (a dog that would later come to head-butt my dad in a moment of jestful play, resulting in him losing his bottom row of teeth. John once threw my dad over a wall, with the assumption that the drop on the other side was of equal height to that which he’d just hoisted his little brother over. It wasn’t. He landed right on his head and has had to wear glasses ever since).

He would work between various factories during the day and at night he would pursue his dream of becoming a stand-up comedian. He is a very funny man, my dad, whose charm and passion is articulated through his comedy, and his face exudes a type of warmth that one would expect from a northern English comedic actor. He laughs like Muttley off Wacky Races and whistles inane tunes that have never been heard before, for good reason. 

My dad has been famous longer than I’ve been alive. He was at the height of his fame just before I was born, during Auf Wiedersehen, Pet. My parents being famous was always part of my reality: there are photos of their wedding with a crowd of a thousand people outside looking in, which is what their life has been like. I know nothing different, and it bled into the way I saw myself. My dad was a rags-to-riches character, so as soon as he saw a stem of creativity in me, he knew the importance of nurturing it so that I gained a sense of self. Me being creative was always emotionally, financially endorsed by my dad. 

‘You’re John Lennon,’ he’s say, from the time I was six. He expected me to be a rock star, not in a superficial sense, but A Rock Star. Mark Knopfler from Dire Straits and Brian Johnson from AC/DC would occasionally come around to our house when I was growing up so it always seemed tangible. Rock stars walked among us. Welders, too. Dad has a dichotomy between being a working-class manual worker and a bohemian actor. I remember watching a Michael Jackson video with some of his welder mates when I was a kid and them saying he was from another planet. I thought, Yeah. My planet. 

My parents always taught me that you get the good with the bad. So, if you want to live in a nice house and have nice holidays, then maybe Hello! Might have to come around your nice house or go on your nice holiday to take photos for their magazine. The Daily Mail and the Mirror went in a bit hard on my mum for a while, which was difficult for my dad as he’s not from the tabloid world that comes with being behind the bar at the Rovers Return. He had to deal with a wife who was clinically depressed, being hounded by the tabloids. What does he do to look after his wife? We got through it. And there’s stuff that people don’t know. We found a lot of security in that, knowing that they only knew so much. 

I thought about this a lot when my band was breaking. My mum is on Loose Women. That’s not credible, that’s not cool. My dad is a credible actor but he’s well known too. Am I going to be perceived as an ITV boy-band thing? In the end I had to get over it. You can’t judge musicians by what their parents do. It isn’t going to work. 

There are two things he always said to me, and always after a drink: ‘Be who you want to be.’ And ‘It’s in yer fucking bones, man!’ He empowered me. He acted in awe of me. Not in a sycophantic way, but as if I didn’t need his advice. If I had conviction, it would see me through - and that really rang true. Because I had a middle-class family I could get to twenty years old and still be working it out with the band. 

I didn’t go to university. I worked in a Chinese restaurant, which stressed my mum out. ‘Is this band thing really going to become something?’ she’d ask. 

My dad never questioned it. ‘Leave him alone, man, he’s fucking John Lennon, man.’ He believed in me unquestioningly from the moment I wrote a song called ‘ Robbers’ when I was eighteen. He bought us our first van. He converted the garage into a rehearsal space. His overt passion for us is instilled in our band. When our album went platinum all of the band made sure he got a disc. He’s the band’s dad. 

The character he plays in Benidorm, who rides around on roller skates with a wig on and big boobs, is probably the one he sees the most of himself in. He told me he based it on a combination of Les Dawson and Tommy Cooper, which is my dad incarnate. If people ask me to describe my dad I say, ‘Combine those two. That’s him.’ The slapstick he plays is quite like his real persona. He’s a very, very good actor. It’s not strange to see my dad put on a wig and be someone completely different. When it looks and feels like my dad but there’s something else going on, that’s when it throws me. It’s the subtlety of my dad in the midst of a great performance that can really mess me up. If you’re involved in the physique and the aura and the knowledge of who that person is, when the minutiae of it change it’s quite alarming.

I steal a lot of lighters, which is something coincidentally I’ve stolen from my dad. We’ve stolen everybody’s lighter we’ve ever come into contact with. Superficially, I think I’m more like my mother. I’m quite erratic. I’m passionate and emotionally driven, whereas my dad is more subdued about those things. I think what I’ve got from my dad is my fear of not being proud of myself. Those are the times I’ve seen him at his lowest, when he regrets something he could’ve done, mainly from a creative perspective. I’ve seen him cut himself up over things that I wouldn’t have imagined he’d find that relevant or important. And then I find myself doing the same over a vocal take, or some small detail in a recording, and that’s when I feel him inside me. That’s when I know who I am. 

Matthew Healy is the singer and guitarist with the 1975.

[celestemagnoliathewriter]

Ch. 3 of Moonlit Marriage is up! It's titled "The Order of the Phoenix," and things keep getting more and more uncomfortable for Remus.

Snippet and link below:

“I told mum and dad I’m moving.”

“That makes sense.”

“They asked why.”

Remus stopped wrapping a ceramic bowl and turned to look at her. 

“What did you tell them?”

“The truth, mostly.” She stuffed two blankets in a trunk and tucked a tuft of her aquamarine curls behind her ear. “Steph and I broke up, she moved out, and I couldn’t afford rent or find a roommate, so I decided to move.”

Remus raised a brow at her. “They didn’t ask why you were leaving London?”

“They did, but I told them I thought I needed a fresh start somewhere new,” she replied, dropping a basket of unfolded clothes on top of the blankets. “I said a friend told me about Newcastle and all the Muggle schools, loads of young people, all that.” She grinned at him and locked the trunk. “I showed them the flat yesterday. I don’t think they’ll drop in unannounced, but if we can make this work…I’ll need to tell them about us.”

“What are you going to say?” Remus asked, trepidation washing over him that he’d have to explain to Tonks’s parents that their only daughter would be ruining her life in a few months’ time.

“Same story as everyone else, I suppose. We’ll see how it goes.”

[thepastisalreadywritten]

It's no surprise that King Charles III kept sustainability in mind when choosing what to wear on the day of his coronation.

Considering the monarch's lifelong passion for protecting the environment, it's natural that he would choose to make some eco-friendly sartorial choices.

Eco-friendly or not, the king's coronation day look was far from plain.

Upon arrival and departure, Charles wore two different grand robes, per royal tradition.

During the ceremony, King Charles III reused golden vestments, which have been worn for nearly every coronation since 1821, including the Colobium Sindonis, the Supertunica, the Imperial Mantle, the Coronation Sword Belt, and the Coronation Glove.

Buckingham Palace notes that "it is customary for the Supertunica and the Imperial Mantle to be reused, but the reuse of the other objects were made "in the interests of sustainability and efficiency."

Ahead, we break down the different parts of the king's coronation look.

The Robe of State

This magnificent crimson velvet robe was originally worn during King George VI's 1937 coronation.

It has since been conserved by the Royal School of Needlework and Ede and Ravenscroft.

The Colobium Sindonis

(Latin for "shroud tunic")

📷: via Buzzfeed

This piece appears as a white linen tunic with a collar fastened with a single button, fashioned after a priest's alb.

This particular piece of clothing has a sentimental meaning to Charles, as it was previously worn by his grandfather, George VI, during his 1937 coronation.

The Supertunica

This sleeved gold coat was originally made in 1911 for George V's coronation.

George VI and Queen Elizabeth II subsequently wore it at their own crowning ceremonies.

Though it is a relatively modern piece compared to other coronation regalia, it is designed in the same style as coats from medieval coronations, which is in turn influenced by priestly and religious vestments.

This Supertunica features goldwork techniques and embroidery, which was originally completed in 1911 by the Ladies Work Society.

The Imperial Mantle

Worn over the Supertunica, the Imperial Mantle appears like a robe.

It's composed of cloth of gold, gold, silver and silk thread, silk, gold bullion fringe, and a gold clasp.

Additionally, symbolic shapes cover the surface of the Imperial Mantle, including roses, thistles, shamrocks, crowns, eagles, and fleurs-de-lis.

This piece was originally created for George IV's 1821 coronation.

It is the oldest amongst the coronation vestments.

The Coronation Sword Belt

Also known as the Girdle, the Coronation Sword Belt wraps around the Supertunica, with the Jewelled Sword of Offering then fastened at the monarch's waist.

Traditionally, this piece is made anew for each coronation, but Charles has instead chosen to reuse the same Sword Belt that his grandfather, George VI, wore during his 1937 ceremony.

This one features cloth of gold, red silk, and a gold buckle and clip.

The Coronation Glove

The Coronation Glove, also known as the gauntlet, is worn on the monarch's right hand to hold the Sovereign's Sceptre during the moment he is crowned.

Like the Coronation Sword Belt, Charles chose to reuse the hand piece that his grandfather, George VI, wore during his own coronation in 1937, rather than have one made entirely new.

This piece is made up of white leather and further features gilt metal thread embroidery depicting the national emblems of the Tudor Rose, thistle, shamrock, oak leaves, and acorns.

On the back of the glove's hand, there is an embroidered ducal coronet in red velvet above the coat of arms of the family of the Dukes of Newcastle.

The Robe of Estate

To leave Westminster Abbey, Charles put on this purple silk velvet robe that was, again, once worn by George VI. It includes elegant gold embroidery.

[new-berry]

So @longeyelashedtragedy Anthony Gordon and Tommy Doyle played in some of the England age teams (under 18’s up to under 21’s). Anthony obviously plays for Newcastle and Tommy is in Man City purgatory on lots of loans currently Wolves, last year he was at Sheffield where he scored several times but one bloody exciting goal for them they got them out of the championship.

Anyway they were both in the team that won the under 21 Euro’s. Where Anthony Gordon kept this moustache until the other players saw it, and it was instantly gone. (I don’t know that for a fact, but I know it to be true.)

Touchy!

They spent quite a lot time celebrating. When Anthony taken off in the final Tommy replaced him. (He took it better than that game where he shoved Eddie Howe’s hand away).

They both posted this picture on their instagram and this is the comment Anthony left.

Look Anthony Gordon is probably a (at least slightly, probably more than slightly) arrogant dick head who has grown up and has just the issues that all men’s football players have.

But I guess I’m always slightly protective of my guys. Also he got so much shit from Everton fans when he left, like the shitty Everton statement which was so half assed even talk sports (which is basically genetically evil) was like “that’s a bit rough”.

The ‘fans’ that like boxed the players in their cars and yelled abuse at them. Like seriously did he sleep with every fans wife? There is not a lot of grace there, just saying. And I guess I was interested in this because like.. people seem to like him? He’s not shunned by his team mates (they are right to mock his clothes, I understand that.) I mean he’s a normal talented player. And he has been so much better this season. Has Newcastle? Look I love them I love them. I don’t care.

And until Lewis Miley plays soon, it was nice to have some youth players that were being considered for England squads.

And @purefractals and I can agree that the cheekbones are appealing. So is his back.

Anyway, everything spirals around Frank Lampard who was his coach briefly at Everton. Gordon was one of the better players there (guys I’m not here to yuck anyone’s yum, I try to be amusing about other people’s teams and not an epic dick, but you all watch football you are all fully aware of Everton’s issues.) and so of course Anthony got pulled into the (fictional) Lampardverse madness (by me). Pretty sure I am the only person who has written him ever, but there are many ways to look at it.

He was the first player to post when Frank was shitcanned even though Everton were (you can look it up, I’m not making this up) fucking dire under Lampard.

One of things that is striking about him as a player is he is fucking fast. Anyway, the player growing up, the player who shoved his coaches hand away, and the potentially excellent player who needs to score more (all of bloody Newcastle) even getting the number ten over Miggy he’s someone who has stuff happening around him.

And to draw my talk to a close, he needs to track down the guy who did his hair in Georgia and get him a work visa for England becuase that was the best haircut he has had since he arrived in Newcastle.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Munday Ask Meme.

Share your wallpaper: My PC wallpaper is a picture a friend did of me as a teddy bear drinking decaf tea and eating Pringles.

Unfortunately/Fortunately I can't work out how to share that.

My Mobile background is a picture of the Liz Climo Bear (slightly ursine theme apparently). Below Cut for Length.

The last song you listened to: Does Instrumental Music count?

In which case Berlin Song by Ludovico Einaudi because I was feeling maudlin.

Currently reading: I always have about three different books on the go at any one time. Currently it's a history book about the development of empires, a book for work about therapeutic parenting and The Moomins (no really).

Last Movie: Oh blimey, I don't watch many movies. I think I watched A Muppet Christmas Carol in December?

Craving: I am on a diet so currently I am craving All The Food.

What are you wearing right now? Adidas Tracksuit bottoms and a black T-Shirt with a red Superman logo.

How tall are you: 6'4"/ 193.04 cm

Piercings: I have pierced ears, but I'm thinking of taking the rings out. I had some quite nice silver ones, but I had to take them out for a CT Scan and they broke, so now I have some black rings in, but they are a bit big and make me look like a goth pirate.

Tattoos: None. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment. Plus I'd like to provide a better canvas.

Glasses? Contacts? I probably do need my eyes checked, but I can see well enough and glasses would be another thing I would lose all the time.

Last drink: Decaf Tea! (Yorkshire Tea for Hard Water, because the tap water here is yukko).

Last show: Again not much of a TV person, but I have been rewatching Smack The Pony on Youtube to cheer myself up!

Last thing you ate: Packet of Fridge Raiders and some Pom Bear Crisps.

Favorite color: White or Turquoise

Current obsession: Do I have obsessions? Not sure. I play a lot of FFXIV and that's probably the most relevant one for here!

Unrelated obsession: Possibly the Pom Bear Crisps (low calorie crisps AND they are shaped like bears!)

Any pets: No pets :( I want a puppy, but living in rental accommodation means no pets allowed.

Do you have a crush on anyone? In my day to day life not really, although I do appreciate many of the gentlemen I chance to observe, it wouldn't be polite to stare. Otherwise Jack Laugher - if he took off his clothes in front of me there's a high chance I would eat them...

Favorite fictional character: Oh gosh, too many to mention really. In FFXIV Tataru, Dulia-Chai, Vtra... Otherwise Uhura in Star Trek made a big impression on me as a child, as did Keehar in Watership Down. Sam Gamgee for representing simple decency in extreme circumstances. Many more.

The last place you traveled: The last place I travelled that was any significant distance away would be Newcastle. The last foreign place I went to was Denmark.

Tagged by @irisopranta and I think some other people too!

Tagging: @lookbluesoup @draculas-husband and @pumpkinmagekupo and anyone else who wants to try. Hopefully your answers are more interesting than mine!

[fuckyeahilike]

Women's Declaration International - Pearl Moon on her cancellation - #WDI Feminist Question Time Aus/NZ, March 2023

Pearl Moon was born in New Zealand in 1959 and is the eldest of 3 daughters from a working class family. Her family was highly dysfunctional with domestic violence, alcoholism and sexual abuse scarring hers and her sisters’ childhood. She had a son as a single mother in 1979 and gave up a second son into an illegal adoption in 1981.

In 1986 she moved to Australia. With a trade certificate from Auckland Technical Institute, she worked from home as a sewing outworker until the work dried up in the 1990s with the offshoring to Asia of the clothing manufacturing industry. At that time she was in her 30s, still a single mother and with no work training outside of sewing. In desperation she turned to the working in the sex industry between 1992 and 98.

In 2000 she started a Visual Art degree at the University of Newcastle but dropped out after 18 months. She then discovered she was on the Autistic Spectrum which explained a lifetime of anxiety, social challenges and obsessive thought patterns. Throughout the 2000s and until the present she’s developed a modest public profile as a textile artist. Meeting and marrying her husband in 2008 has given her the stable home life and environment she's needed to devote herself to art making.

TL;DR an under-privileged working-class old white woman has been relentlessly persecuted by SJW woc, starting from the moment when she disagreed with them that using the word kimono was cultural appropriation on her part. 

Her life has been slowly destroyed by these zealots ever since. They have defamed her and vilified her out of every platform. Anyone who has been watching JK Rowling’s and Stephenie Meyer’s ongoing persecution knows very well what she’s talking about. The difference being that she is not a world famous millionaire, so she is quite powerless against her detractors and doesn’t have an amassed fortune to cushion the blow.

No one will help her because only POC can be the targets of racism so she as a white woman can’t be a victim of racism. Misogyny doesn’t exist and is not a hate crime, so she can’t be a victim of that either. The only fascism that exists is on the right side of the political spectrum, left-wingers are morally pure, so she can’t claim that these left-wing bigots are fascists persecuting her.

This is what happens to old uppity women. She is being made an example of. Joke’s on them, as nobody ever pays attention to anything that happens to old, unfuckable women. A harmless grandmother who is a textile artist is being destroyed for nothing.

The most valuable thing that Vaush ever said (before I tuned him out) was when he said that people forget, but the media used to be an almost total monopoly of the Right. Now there are quite a few left-wing influencers like him, but once upon a time the very few leftists who held the fort, on their own, for years, the unsung heroes that no one talks about... were women feminists, who according to him were bullied to an inch of their lives on every single video they put out. Then the leftist men started making videos and these women were forgotten. Not that anyone ever noticed them for any other reason than to shit on them in the first place.