#Bryan Bowler

[fatedwithmbc]

I had a rough and unconventional day (neither of which can be blamed on MBC).

Last night I cried. Honesty is important, even if it makes you cry. I can’t fault or even be mad at “E”. If it’s not working, regardless of the reason why, you have to tell the other person. You have to do the difficult and mature thing. So after some difficult conversation, I turned into the hurt one, the confused one and the single one.

I talked with my sister-in-law for some comfort and she, in turn, must have told my brother. At 1pm this afternoon he was waking me up out of my depression sleep. We had a great conversation and I feel like he was as real with me today as he used to be when I called him my best friend. He gave me insight as to his feelings about my cancer, his difficulties relating to me because of it and also that I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other. He consoled me and we shared some grief for Dad. He kindly told me I needed to start my day and we’d go to Starbucks. Off to Starbucks we went, we came back to the house and knocked out some chores I needed to do. I’m forever grateful to him for being my motivator and supporter today.

By the time that was finished, it was time to get ready to go bowling. Bowling is what I decided to do to celebrate my positive CT Scan which was a direct order from Dr. Fidler. Elora, Lee and “E” and I all met for dinner at PJ’s ( “E” paid for me ). We then went bowling at Arnold’s. After a significant wait for our lane, we were up. I opened with a strike. I had fun. I was also sad and tried to hide it. I was still comfortable around “E”, but also thought I could easily break into tears. Of course, “E” was the dynamite bowler of our group and I came dead last due to my penchant to release the ball in a leftward direction despite my best efforts and coaching from “E” on how to change my form.

After turning in our shoes we all said our good-byes. “E” and I walked to my car and I was given a great “goodbye” hug which spurred the tears despite my best efforts. All of the reasoning of it not being my fault didn’t matter, especially in that moment. I looked pathetic, I didn’t want to let go— we essentially separated and ran from each other. He promised to text when home.

I drove home and avoided every Zach Bryan and other devastatingly sad lyrical masterpiece. Even music felt odd because of “E” testing my musical trivia knowledge while bowling. But Paramore, The Beatles and Breaking Benjamin became the soundtrack to one desperately sad car ride.

I got home, let Elora and Lee and “E” know and proceeded to get ready for bed. This time, my blanket from “E” in tow as it’s not needed at his house any longer. Cue some tears. Tears that resumed when “E” confirmed he was safely home and we had another small chat about staying friends and in-touch. Which I genuinely want. He has become such an important person and means so much to me in such a short time, especially cancer support system. And he has no desire to cease anything other than our romantic entanglement.

This is going to be hard for me. But I can do hard things. I have been doing hard things my whole life.

I owe thanks to my brother, Elora and Lee today. And must feel gratitude for everyone that cares for me. That said today was emotionally draining. And now, I’m going to try to sleep and hope there’s some healing done in the process.

Good Night.

[smitten-with-witten]

‘LANDOVER, MD — The mission to further establish momentum going into the NFL playoffs was failed by the Dallas Cowboys, and in a fashion that was tough to stomach for all involved, as they fell 26-6 in their regular season finale against the Washington Commanders.

Ultimately, a win wouldn't have done anything to improve their playoff seeding (No. 5), but playing their starters — including Dak Prescott — for the majority of the game showed they were hoping to leave FedEx Field with a win.

Instead, they left having played the worst game of the season, slotting it directly next to their 19-3 loss in Week 1 to the very same Tampa Bay Buccaneers they must now recover to face on NFL Super Wild Card Weekend in no more than eight days from now.

Prescott, who played poorly in Week 1, virtually mirrored his numbers from that outing in Week 18, as you can readily see:

Week 1: 14/29 passing, 134 passing yards, 0 TD, 1 INT, 47.2 rating

Week 18: 14/37 passing, 128 passing yards, 1 passing TD, 1 INT, 45.8 rating

The two-time Pro Bowler took to the podium following the regular season finale and took the train of accountability head on.

"Sh---y, not to use the language but it was exactly that," said Prescott of his and the offense's performance against the Commanders on Sunday. "The defense gave us a chance. We put them in bad positions, us and special teams did. ... I think the defense did enough, obviously.

"But, for offense, just completely not who we are. I don't think I've seen us like that, damn sure not in the last two years. It's something that, as much as you want to burn the tape and move forward, there's a lot that we've got to learn from. Use this tape."

Time and again, the defense did indeed give the Cowboys a chance at capitalizing, but the offense could muster only one touchdown (a 15-yard scoring pass from Prescott to CeeDee Lamb to end the first half) and the special teams unit, one that's been routinely excellent this season, only made things worse.

A great kick return to begin the contest was deleted by a penalty on safety Tyler Coyle. Bryan Anger fumbled a snap that then saw him tackled, gifting possession to the Commanders in the red zone. Turpin later muffed his second punt of the season, the Commanders again recovering in the red zone.

The Cowboys simply could not get out of their own way, as has been the case in each of their five losses this season.

"We've got the right guys in this locker room [that] understand nobody played their best ball, simple as that," Prescott said. "It starts with myself — being accountable for what you put out there, what you did. From that it's about understanding that's not who we are and then moving on and knowing what we've got ahead of us: one play at a time, one game at a time."

One thing the Cowboys were not doing, however, is wondering about the Eagles' outcome, having "zero awareness" of it as they desperately tried to find some sort of consistency on offense that never arrived.

For Prescott, who saw Kendall Fuller drop a would-be interception before targeting him on the very next play, resulting in a pick-six, now has a league- and career-high 15 interceptions on the season; and that puts the Cowboys in worrisome air when considering they're now tasked with trying to hand Tom Brady his first-ever loss against Dallas — in the playoffs, no less.

"It stinks," he admitted. "... I've got to get better at it. This won't continue. ... I've been having to get back up all my life."

The film from Washington won't be burned, but instead dissected and digested fully to try and force another needed episode of resilience from a Cowboys team that hasn't suffered a two-game losing streak at any point in the season. Keeping that trend alive in Tampa will ultimately tell the tale of if this version of the Cowboys are as special as they believe they can be.

Given the vibe in the locker room after the game, and of Prescott, they're sitting with a nauseating taste in their mouths at the moment, readying to turn the page quickly while not forgetting what happened in Landover.

"When that plane touches down [in Dallas], we're on to Tampa." Dak Prescott isn't shying away from his fault in the INTs that have burned the Cowboys this season and, after losing to the Commanders, knows they must stop — effective immediately.’

[bowlerhatwearer]

I had a dream that I am certain happened because of the events of yesterday (Start of Goretober and the topic being Acid)

TW: For Gore, Heavy Gore, Melting skin, acid

What happened was that I dreamed about a scene from a, I would assume remake of the movie "The Blob" from 1988.

A group of tramps tried to get on a train, however one of them (who I am certain was played by Bryan Cranston) fails and rolls down into a nearby shaft/vertical tunnel leading to a sewer or abandoned part of a sunway station.

Miraculously he is not injured, however suddenly he notices something dripping from the ceiling, and when the tramp looks up notices the Blob, screaming in absolute horror as he his snatched up by it.

However the tramp does not, die quickly or at all because, while their skin gets melted l away they are still alive, while other unfortunate victims die (I remember for a example a woman getting caught and the Blob ripping her head off) however at one point the Blob takes the tramps eyes who shouts/screams in agony. It was like a, time/quick motion.

At one point, I think the Blob got its hands on a corpse or was "preserving" a body for later, but, when it got partly dissolved by the Blob it would turn out there were already maggots insides, who to some part crawled over the exposed flesh of the tramp.

In the end the tramp resigned to what his happening to him said, quietly and in pain, still surrounded by the Blob that all he wanted to do was make a joke, so, I think that he and the other tramps jokes about something before trying to get on the train.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[bitchbunni]

JULY 30 2022

Went bowling w Felix, Bryan, Gio, Kiki, Holly, Rory + Belli. Turns out I’m a pretty good bowler, but Felix crushed us all. Went to Mel’s diner on Highland afterwards, food was horrible. I got a margarita, so I wouldn't know, but the reviews from the table weren't great. The other Mel’s on Sunset is clearly far superior. We all went to Bar Lis after and then ended up at Felix’s. Gio is super sweet and I like him a lot. When I went outside for a sec at Felix’s, I was just standing there by myself on the street, and this man drove by and told me I’m beautiful. I told him thanks so much, and he then proceeded to say no seriously, you're so beautiful, I’m gonna go jerk off to you. Very interesting. Thanks very much to that random man. We went to bed at like 9:00 am. 

[checkthefeed]

[ Armageddon 2 ]

Jesse Loucks, Danny G, Chad, Mark Goodall, Kody Yarosloski, Coulton Conway, Matt Cochrane, Nick Heringa, Bryan Bowler, Jumbruz

Salmon Arms Caribou Brewing

[freeasfishes]

Looking to commission art of Bryan Denton wearing Lets Go Birding Together crop top and Worlds Best Dad booty shorts.

[vervedoff]

Genesis:A Biography ~ Dave Bowler & Bryan Dray

[araingirl]

Just came across a post by you about Beyblade characters playing cricket. Being, a huge cricket fan myself, I'd like to know your opinion about this, in a little more detail. How many teams will be there? (Shuffling characters, of course) What role will the major characters play? (Like, batsman, bowler, fielder, etc. Bladebreakers mostly, but do include B-Boys!) Who'll be the player with most accolades/records? Who gets to be the man of the match most of the times? Which team will have the ultimate claim upon the World Cup? (since there are 11 players, do mention them, if you like)

It is a big ask, really. Take your time to answer. And apologies for the inconvenience!

Thank you! ^_^

Wow!!!! I honestly loved this question. Let me speak the truth to you, even before this ask, I wanted to write a post here about making the bladers cricketers. Anyways, let's start this:

Kai Hiwatari: The all-rounder!! The 1st-ranked all-rounder in the world! Like Shakib Al Hasan! Eeee! (Though he'll be a spinner in bowling). Highest runs, highest wickets and second-highest catches! *_* *_* *_*

Tyson Granger: An outstanding opening batsman! Will be able to hit six "Six"es in an over. Has the most centuries and longest oneday (50 overs) innings in the team.

Ray Kon: Pace bowler/Fast bowler. Second highest wickets in the team, most of them are bowled (By blowing up the middle-stamp xD).

Max Tate: Batsman, but a bit defensive. Excellent test-match player. He's very patient and handles the ball wisely. A good catcher.

Daichi Sumeragi: A bit aggressive batsman. Sometimes gets out when hitting an over-boundary. Mostly formatted for T20.

Kenny Saien: Wicketkeeper and test-match batsman.

Tala Valkov: Again, all-rounder!

Bryan Kuznetsov: Pace bowler/Fast bowler. Has achieved a lot of hattricks, maybe the highest!

Spencer Kuznetsov: Batsman, along with being an excellent fielder. Many centuries and 50s.

Ian Papov: Wicketkeeper and defensive-styled batsman.

There will be...maybe 7 or 8 teams which will be top. Of course, Bladebreakers+Blitzkrieg boys will win the world cup....but not so easily. Kai will have to have patience a lot. Maybe, he'll have to hear, "He plays only for maintaining his ranking as the top all-rounder, not for his team." Etc etc...but in the end, they'll win one world cup. Man of the match will be Tyson Granger but the player of the tournament will be Kai. Yayy!!!

@rainbow-pearls @velox-the-knight @nerdy-anime-weeb @black-eilla I include you guys too, give your opinions too. Specially Nain, Prisha-I want to know in which roles you'll appoint the Psykicks :P.

[endlich-allein]

Hello! What are your favorite group photos of Rammstein (all 6 guys)?

Hi Anon ! Thanks for the ask. Difficult to make a selection of only 10 photos of the band but here are my favorites (I don't count the pictures on stage and there is no particular order) :

This photo was taken by Frédéric Batier before the Arènes de Nîmes show, on 23-07-2005 (Völkerball DVD). I really like the Reise Reise / Ahoi era, the costumes of this time always make me something...

This one is really special. This photo was taken by Olaf Heine. I love Olaf's work, whether with Rammstein or with other artists, but especially for his photos on Rwanda, which are a vital testimony to the Rwandan genocide. My favorite photo of Till is also due to Olaf (links) This group photo is special because it was taken at Bernauer Strasse, Berlin in 2005. In this street, there is a piece of the Berlin Wall, this long scar that recalls the divisions of an era. The street became famous around the world from the 1960s onwards, following attempts by residents to escape spectacularly over the Berlin Wall. It's crazy to think that these guys were born in a country that no longer exists, who grew up not imagining that they would one day be what they are today. And yet, they are there, they are famous, they live off their passion, they are part of our lives. The photo's story here links

I don't know the context, just that it was taken between 1994 and 1995. It's kind of funny because it gives the impression that Till asked the guys to line up in front of him so that he can practice with a flame thrower. Photo taken by Charley Stadler (Herzeleid 1994/1996), with this one links

Just because... Thank you Danny. Taken in Blue Lagoon, Iceland, 2017.

Humm... There is a lot of things wrong with this pic (Flake's striped coat, Reesh's bowler hat, Paul's haircut, pants, etc), but weirdly I like it. This photo was taken by Jan Heinrich Hoffmann for the promotion of Herzeleid album, 1995.

Daddies mode actived ! By Bryan Adams for Zoo Magazin. Shooting photos in Volksbühne (Berlin), 2014. The Volksbühne, "the theater of people" seems an important place for Rammstein, it is indeed a place that we will find in 2019 in the mv of Radio.

Ah Jens ! There is so much to say about Jens Koch ! We owe him so much : Honeypot Till, Paulchard, Daddy Schneider, etc. Not to mention the magnificent live photos of the 2019 Stadium Tour, and the two photo books Ausländer and Stadium Tour.

Babies ! The first group photoshoot. This photo was taken in one of Berlin's antique shops, (antiquitätenladen), in 1994. The cost of one photo was 25 German marks. Later, these photos were printed in the press or used to design products. Here for the source links

I love this photo, I love the making off of this photoshoot even more. They look like mafia godfathers, but they're still beautiful. This photo was taken by Jes Larsen for the promotion of Rammstein album (2019).

This photo was taken in 2008 (I don't know if it's at Beesenstedt Castle or Sonoma), while recording the LIFAD album. I like to see them all working together, it's rare. I don't know who took this photo.

Thanks again, Anon, it was fun to do 😘

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[ask-anti-cosmo]

Anti-Cosmo X reader: my dear little pet

I inhaled deeply in joy as I sat in my comfortable chair in the castle I called home. It flouted firmly in the clouds above the magical world of the anti-fairies, as I was their king. If anyone even thought to defy me, I would be at their throats in an instant and let them know the misery that would bring them with a swing of my black starred wand.

I crossed my legs and sighed contently as I watched the fireplace in front of me spout dancing blue flames. I suddenly flinched when hearing my stomach growl, making me grin. “Oh…I guess I’m hungry…” I mused. “_______! Come here!” I called strongly.

I heard a slight whimper and footsteps run towards me before a young girl, about 17 years of age, came into the room, panting. Her clothing was plain and her hair a little messy.

“Y-yes…?” She asked catching her breath.

“Come sit on my lap.” I commanded. She lowered her head and obeyed slowly, making me grin. She sat down and I began to stroke and play with her hair happily.

She tried to get off and rush away but I held her still. “Ah ah ah~ Don’t forget you owe me. You’re MINE.” I hissed.

You lowered your head and began to remember it. Why you were here in this evil creature’s clutches. Every time you thought about it, it made you cry, partially since you wished it never happened, but also because it seemed so stupid…

~~~~~~

It was in the winter, when the sun was down before 6:00 PM. You were at your high school, rehearsing a play with the rest of the drama students. You weren’t a drama major, but you thought it’d be fun to be in at least one play.

And you were enjoying it, the drama kids were actually some of the coolest kids of the school, some even more loved than the jocks! The teachers certainly favored them more than the snooty cheerleaders and bullies on football teams.

Anyways, rehearsal was over and everyone was leaving out to the dark parking lot where their cars were. The teachers were mostly gone, same with the students as you packed up your stuff. Before heading off to your car however, you decided to use the bathroom since it was a half hour trip home.

When you were done, you walked out of the stall and was washing your hands when you heard the door open. Curious to who else would be there at that time of night, you looked over and felt your heart flutter slightly. It was Bryan, the star of the play you were in. Good looking, excellent actor, and…he was in the girl’s bathroom with you?

“Bryan…?” You blinked confusedly. “Um, this is the girls bathroom…”

“Is it?” He blinked and looked around. “Oh whoops, it’s so dark out there I got lost, they turned off most of the hallway lights.”

“Oh…well uh, I’d better get home.” You blushed lightly.

“Let me give you a ride home, it’s dangerous out there.” He offered.

“No, I have my own car, thank you though.” You nodded and tried to pass him, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back.

“What’s the rush?” He cocked his head to the side.

“It’s late and I have homework!” You frowned. “Let go!”

“I wanna hang out with you right now though! Come on, everyone will think you’re cool if you’re with me.” He grinned and he grabbed your other arm and pulled you closer to him.

“I don’t care about that sort of thing! Help!” You screamed as you struggled. Your foot stepped back and knocked something over that made a ‘Clink!’ sound, making both of you stop and look in confusion. To both of your great surprise, it was a glass salt shaker, filled to the brim and was now spilling it’s white contents onto the linoleum floor.

While Bryan was distracted, you kicked him where it hurts and escaped his grasp, running from the bathroom. The heavy door had slowed you down however, so he had quickly caught up with you in the dark halls, next to the glass door. Just outside the door was a light, making it a little easier to see the teenage boy’s angry face as he slapped you hard before reaching for your skirt.

You screamed for help again, praying someone, anyone would hear. That’s when you saw a pair of glowing green eyes appear in the dark, two glistening evil fangs accompanying them. Before Bryan could go any farther, blue hands shot from the dark, grabbing him tightly and yanking him into the shadows with them.

You could only stare in the dark in horror as you caught your breath and soon heard Bryan’s screams. Blood splattered at your feet, making you jump back as you sat on the cold floor.

Then it was silent.

You sat there, panting and pulling your skirt back up when you heard a sigh in the darkness.

“My my my…what a bind you were in just now, hmm?” an unrecognizable voice said in an elegant British accent. The glowing green eyes once again appeared. You heard the clicking of shoes against the school floor, and the thing that spoke walked into the light of the lamp outside.

He was about your height with blue skin and dark blue hair. The eyes were his, as were the white fangs, the former sporting a monocle on his right side. The monocle had a chain that lead to a piercing in one pointy blue elf ear, and the other ear sported a small dangly chain that had a black star at the end. He wore a somewhat old fashion blue garb, like a fancy coat and Victorian tie with silver chains reaching here and there. At the end of the coat was other little dangling jewelry, including black star cufflinks, but nothing as long as either earing. Black pants, and a blue bowler hat that sat atop his head like an ornament that was too small for any human head.

He grinned at you wickedly. “I seemed to have just saved you from that bind you were in, didn’t I? Doesn’t that at least merit a “thank you”?” He asked.

You tried to thank him but your voice hurt from screaming so you could only let out a whimper. At this, he frowned.

“My…not very grateful are we…?” He stepped close. You noticed a small twinkle in the darkness behind him, but you couldn’t make out what it was. “Well, nevertheless, I now own you, and I SERIOUSLY doubt you could ever repay me, so…I think I’ll just take you home with me~ Pay me back with company and… other services~” He grinned and licked his lips.

You shuddered and tried to scoot away from him. “H-how are you any better than Bryan then?!” You squeaked.

“Hmm? Oh no, I don’t mean that! Absolutely not, I am a gentleman!” He declared. “No no dear, I was something much more dignified than anything sexual.”

“Wh…what DO you want then…?” You asked softly.

He chuckled softly as black bat wings unfurled from behind him, the left one had a shiny silver ring close to the tip. “I thought it’d be obvious…”

~~~~~~~

I grinned as I licked your ear before biting into your neck, drinking your blood passionately, making you shiver. I had overheard her cries that night and decided to test her fate by placing the salt shaker nearby. If she tipped it, then she was fated to be with me, if not….well then, I wouldn’t have stepped in and we would be here! It would have been such a shame if it hadn’t happened, but oh what joy fate had such promise in store for me that glorious night!

I licked up the rest of her blood and sealed the wound with scar tissue, adding to the rest of the damaged skin on her neck. I grinned and felt all the scars I caused her.

“You’ve been locking yourself up in that room since you got here…how about I treat you to a tour?” I asked.

“Tour of what? Your messed up little world? What even are you anyways?” You scoffed at him.

“I’ve told you love, an Anti-Fairy!” I chimed.

“That doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“How could it NOT make sense though? Everything has an opposite, else it wouldn’t be in existence, especially something as powerful as a fairy! We’re simply their opposites, the yang to their yin. Especially with them being immortal it would be hard to find an opposing power, now wouldn’t it? So for every fairy born, an Anti-fairy is born as well! To keep the balance of nature intact.”

You looked away with a sigh.

“So how about it? Want to go for a walk?”

“Not really…”

“Shame.” I chuckled and waved my wand at you. My wand became a leash attached to the newly appeared collar around her neck. “There you go~ Now come along!”

“But I don’t-ugh!” You huffed as I gave the leash a tug. You followed after me with a pout.

“Come now dear, this is for your own good.” I smiled. “Exercise releases endorphins that make you happier.”

“You WANT me to be happy?” You said in disbelief.

“I don’t want you to get fat from moping about the house like a sad puppy.” I snickered.

We walked around the dark anti-fairy world. Being out of the castle did make you feel a little better, even if you did have a collar around your neck. You passed a shop and looked through the window at a beautiful black gown.

“Do you like it?” I asked you.

You blushed lightly and looked away shyly. I stepped closer to you and brought your face closer to mine. “Well?” I grinned.

“Anti-Cosmo!”

I frowned and turned around to see one of the most annoying Anti-Fairies out there. Oddly enough, it’s just like his Fairy counterpart. Anti-Binky. Also known as one of the most fortunate of Anti-fairies, but also the most snippy and mean. He’s always competing against me, and it irritates me to no end since he really is my number two.

“What is it you want you festering boil?” I snarled.

“You have a human.” He sneered. “The *BEEP*’s the deal?!”

“It’s none of your business how I live my life!”

“You brought a wretched girl to our glorious gloomy world! Why would you do that?!”

You looked at us expectantly. I looked back at you and tapped you with my wand, sending you back to the castle. “It’s none of your business now is it?” I turned back to Anti-Binky.

“I’ve been watching you Anti-cosmo…Year after year you bring in these young girls…you keep them a bit then drink them dry. But this one…you’ve kept her two and a half years now! It’s ridiculous and meaningless!!”

“Shut up Anti-Binky! I can do whatever pleases me, and if I choose to keep this child then I will!”

“Listen here, I’ve been watching you long enough to know that whenever a human girl enters your castle, the only time they leave is when they’re a corpse. But look! You let that girl out for a walk! A WALK!!”

“She was on a leash.” I scoffed uncaringly, looking at my nails in uninterested.

“And just then you offered to buy her a dress!” He snarled

“Did not! I simply asked if she liked it…”

“But I bet you’ll get her it! Or have one made for her privately!”

I narrowed my eyes at him with a hint of anger. “What are you saying you pathetic sprite?”

“I think you’ve gone soft for this girl!” He accused. By this point Anti-Fairies had gather to watch our dispute, and when Anti-Binky said this, the crowd began to murmur, making me frown.

“Not true.” I stated boldly.

“Really?” He folded his arms.

“Her blood lost it’s flavor too fast, and I’m bringing her a little fortune so that I can make her even more miserable than she was before I collected her.” I lied. The crowd began to whisper again, but this time I hear praises of my genius, making me grin triumphantly at Anti-Binky.

Said Anti-Fairy scowled at me. “No, I still think you’ve gone soft. And I say your turn with the Anti-Fairy throne is over, and that I should now rule over!!”

My face drooped from the smile to a look of great disgust and disapproval. “You think you can beat me…?”

“I do and I can!”

I sighed with a slight chuckled. “Oh Anti-Binky, I do believe you’re the only one to dare share a personality attribute with your Fairy self~”

At my words, he looked more offended than I’ve ever seen him, and even the crowd gasped at me.

“You’re rebellious and annoying, and if you think you can defeat me, then you’re just as stupid as your fairy self as well!”

The Little Anti-Fairy flew into a rage and shot magic at me that I easily ricochet back at him, turning him to a block of ice. I swung my wand around with a grin. “You know dear Anti-Binky, if it wasn’t for your constant overflowing rage, I don’t think I’d notice if your fairy self and you switched for a day.” I snickered and looked to the crowd. “Let this be a lesson to all for you! Any who defines me or speaks ill towards me will receive the same fate, but worst with each offense. Now go about your business and remember who your king is!”

They all rushed away making me snicker. I then glanced back at the dress you were looking at and thought for a minute.

[slavichorror]

i have bryan fuller's top secret season four hannibal plans the main one is to keep mads strapped in a bowler hat the entire time

hannibal in season 4 going to the local deli dressed like this

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Your Living It

Summary-  (Playing It Cool) He x Y/N (later i will give him a proper name besides he or me) Frustrated with the latest romcom, you two go out for some fun. Smut. Fir @official-and-unstable-satan​ Hope this is what you were hoping for babes. 

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“Babes, can you like, not leave notes all over everything?” You playfully scold as you gather the papers he had scattered across the entire kitchen, and he raced in, throwing his hands up rapidly. 

“STOP RIGHT THERE! Babygirl dont you dare move” 

Wide eyed you pause, the papers half shuffled together when he comes over and takes them from your hand. His brows furrow as he studies them, before putting them back on the counter just where they were before. “A method to my madness, just… dont clean.” 

“But how am I supposed to cook dinner then?” You whinned a bit, arms folding over your chest, and he straightened out some of the papers before turning to you. 

“Ummm, pizza? Bowling alley pizza?” You wince a bit and then he adds “With bowling alley beer?” You nod then with a grin and he busts out in a grin to, and wraps an arm around you to pull you in close, kissing your lips quickly. “Thanks for putting up with me, but Im almost done with the script for Bryan and hes been riding my ass for it.” 

Your hands smooth along his chest, and up around his neck, he had been STRESSING over this thing for weeks, “Riding your ass and pulling your hair huh? I should really call Bryan and tell him to lay off or else.” You joked, and he wiggled his brows, tickling along your back.

“Well thats better done in person after all. I need to see his reaction” You lean up and catch that grin of his one more time, a more playful teasing kiss with a nibble and trace of tongue before you step away. “Give me five minutes and I will be ready to go.” 

“Okay! See you in ten then!” He called over his shoulder and laughed when your middle finger shot up at him and you slammed the bedroom door shut, laughing yourself. Once you closed the door, he went over to his laptop, sitting and staring at the screen. Its cursor blinked at him . “fucken hell” He muttered as he slammed the screen down, frustrated at coming up with the ending. 

You pop back out just as he plasters a smile on his face and his eyes rake over your form, even in damn black leggings and a tank, the whole ensamble hugging your curves. Fuck you looked good, You always did. “See! Five minutes.” He gasped as he took your hand to lead you along, fingers wrapping with yours. “A first? One of many? The world may never know.” 

What a dumbass, you thought but couldnt help but laugh regardless. Going to the car, you two headed out, while he was driving you texted Scott. 

‘Hey buddy, wanna play bowl a round or two, or you to caught up in something?’

‘No! Be there, get that end lane if you can.”

Tossing your phone up on the dashboard just as you two pulled in “Scotts gonna play with us.” And he just nodded, making sure his wallet was in his pocket. 

“Good, he whupped my ass last time, time to pay back the favor.” 

Sure enough you were able to lock down the lane on the end, while he went to go get a couple heartburn pizza slices and mildly warm beers, grabbing enough for Scott as well, there was nothing quite like bowling alley fare, you test the balls and set to put the names on the screen. Bowler 1- HottStuff 2.Wifeypoo 3.BlueBallMC. He glanced up at the screen and smirked “You really think im Hott Stuff, Wifey?”

You snort just as Scott comes in and also looks at the screen. “What the hell guys, come on!” 

You look all innocent and make a pointing motion to your man, wrinkling your nose as if in distaste. 

“Seriously dude? Just cause I have a blue ball…. “ he grumbles as he unzips his bag and takes out gloves and a shiny blue ball. You two just pick random ones from the selection. 

“What? It wasnt me.” the two of them bicker about the name calling and you take your slice of pizza, nipping on the end with a satisfied grin, putting your feet up in the seat next to you. He takes the first bowl, making a fist pump when it hit just right and scattered the pins across the alley. “I told Y/N i was kicking your ass today Scott” 

“As if man… “ Scott is polishing his ball, looking all serious, while you to to take yours. You honestly dont care, your just shooting the ball down the lane, and hands on hips, waiting to see how the pins fall. You get three, well your happy with that. The other two though, it was almost a tie torwards the middle of the set. 

“Hey, I will be back, gonna get another pitcher of beer” You offer when you noticed it was down to the dredges, and he poured out the last of it into his cup before handing it over. “Thanks babe” as you walk a little tap on the ass makes you smirk and a little spring in your step. 

Taking a quick break while your away, Scott stretches his arms out front of him to stay loose. “So hows that latest script coming by the way? Last message I got from you was a bunch of nonsense about how you suck at anything romantic” 

Rubbing his head he sighed “I dont know why Bryan keeps laying these lame ass rom coms on me. I cant write them worth a shit, and they just suck. Im so stuck on a ending now, and my deadline is in just a few days, after already getting an extension.” Carrying on, Scott kinda just shook his head at him. “What?”

“You man, you claim you cant write rom coms worth a shit, but come on. The last two were HUGE box office successes for you and look at you. You are basically living in one.” Scott pointed out as he moved to grab his ball, nodding towards the counter where you were chatting and paying for the beer. His head tilted, he honestly never thought of what you two shared in a movie sense. 

“Just saying man…. thats a love story right there without you even knowing it.” 

Yea, I am pretty lucky. He thought as you came back over, setting the pitcher down with the utmost care. He leaned forward and caught your hips, dragging you back into his lap. Wiggling in place, your legs draped over his, you mentioned to Scott. “2 more frames and the best bowler wins. Come on Blue Balls MC! You got this!” Red flamed the mans face and you tipped your head back laughing. He was watching you, but in a different light, just capturing the moment for himself. Fuck he was probably one of the luckiest people he knew. 

So He won, not by much and as the three of you went to leave, Scott promising a rematch later in the week when the whole group could get together and you were hugging Scott goodbye “Game on, I know Mallory wants to see you kick his ass you know.” 

“Oh I plan on it. Im gonna prime up the ball tonight with some new wax.” 

“Thats the stuff Scott” you encourage him, and wave as he left, the parking lot mostly empty with the late hour and He came up behind you, sliding his hands against your hips and you felt him brush the raze of his chin against your neck, tipping back with a light sigh. 

“You can beat him again baby.” 

“I love how you pit us together Y/N” Making you smirk deviously and turn to look up at him. 

“Girls gotta have her fun.” 

“Yea well, the guy does to.” Backing you up against the car and grasping your chin to tilt your face up, his face lowering close enough to brush his lips against yours. “Im thinking we have some fun right here.” You reach to his belt buckle and tug on it lightly, “Back seat or Front seat?” 

His hands were already sliding over your ass and grinding you into his groin. “Mmmhhh back” He let go to open the door, the two of you tumbling in with kisses and hands grabbing at clothes. You laid back as he hovered over you, your legs parting so he could lay between them and continue with sloppy kisses and your hands pushing through the buzzed hairs on his head and down to his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he rolled them, sure to apply the pressure right at your core, that belt buckle just grinding into your nerves making you gasp right in his mouth. “Fuck baby… “ Scrambling your fingers into his shirt and tugging it over his head. 

He rolled yours up and lifting your head, disposed of the tank top on the floor, dropping his head to bite and suck the top of your breasts that were peeking over the top of your bra, he dragged a cup down enough to expose you, drawing that peak between his teeth and rolling lightly before sucking on it, causing another jolt and moan from you, your nails digging in lightly at his shoulder blades, and dragging down. He didnt stop there, lapping his tongue over the aroused peak and did the same with the other, your bra tightly wound around you while your breasts fell out the top, kneading firmly while teasing the tip. Shortly after that he unsnapped it and dragged it off.  He knew what that did to you, so sensitive and maddening, soon you were wriggling underneath him and in panting pleas. 

“Your driving me insane, I need you. NEED YOU INSIDE ME. Fuck me please?” 

“Since you ask so nicely babygirl” He lifts his head, his blue eyes flashing in the street light illuminating a part of your backseat. He grasps your leggings and panties drawing them down. In your impatience, you shift your legs to be rid of them. He hovered over you, dipping his hand between the two of you, teasing your wet warm folds, slicking your arousal up and down. 

“Cant wait can you baby? So wet and needy.” Dipping into your core and you tighten around him, needing that sensation. “Greedy is what you are, so tight.” 

You nod, and run your hands up and down his biceps, biting your lip. “God yes, so please? Pretty please? Fucking hell, please?” You bucked your hips under his hand and he swept down to kiss you deeply, and jerking at his belt, you purred against his tongue rolling around yours and started helping him, grabbing his belt loops and shimmying his pants down far enough so his cock was free, using your heels and toes to hook in his pants from behind and pull them down further, locking your ankles behind his back. 

He tilted your hips a bit more, and grasping his cock, lined up to your entrance, and started to push in. He was slow going at first, taking his time to not hurt you, but fuck that, you werent having none of that and with a roll of your hips, you deep seated him inside of you, hissing from the pure satisfaction while arching. 

“Oh shit baby! are you okay?” Your reaction misread by him, you grasp his ass that flexed under your hands and you nod. “Fuck yes, I wanted this, go right ahead!” 

Oh babygirl, he did. There was no slowing him down once he knew just what you were looking for. Deep long thrusts filling you, hips rotating to reach all those sensitive spots that had you at first moaning and panting but turned quickly into chanting, your head tipping back against the car door and digging your fingernails into his back, tightening your legs, just drawing him in against you, rutting harder and harder into you. 

The broadness of his chest, was friction to your entire body, burning. His mouth traveled down the length of your neck, nipping right at pulse points, and sucking to leave love bites in place. Yea hickeys were a teenage game, but he loved marking you, and you loved the challenge of hiding them. The car started squeaking with the motion of him pounding into you, and you hid your face in his shoulder to keep from laughing as he grunted over you “Baby, fuck im close…. “ You glanced up, and tipped your mouth up to kiss his straining neck, That spiral that settled in your belly soon caught up to his words, and your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Slicking a finger to help yourself along, you twirl it around your clit, and start panting. “Me to baby, together?” 

Tensing up while trying to leave yourself on the edge till he was ready, his thrusts became erratic plunging and seeking out an ending, you to let go, and scream his name, while arching your entire body, waves of pleasure sparking your eyesight, and above you, his mouth fell open with a deep gasp of your name, sinking himself into you that final time and his cum filled you, coating your walls while you milked him for all of it rolling your hips and clenching around him. His thrusts started to slow, and the car stopped swaying once he stopped and using an elbow next to you, he half leaned against you. His ragged breaths blew hotly against your shoulder and you nuzzled your own face into his neck, breathing him in deeply. You two were simply enjoying the moment when there was a knock on the window and a flashlight shinning in on you. 

“Fuck!” He jerked his hand down to the floor and snatched your tank top to cover your chest, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes. Scrambling, him pulling up his pants, and you ducking behind him, he rolled down the window to see a officer looking away on purpose. “Uuuh sorry officer? We were just leaving.” 

“I would say so son, we got a call from the closer here said your car was still parked in the lot, and there was some activity going on. How about you head on home and I wont issue a ticket, kay?” You are entirely red at this point and tugging on your clothes as fast as possible while trying to stay hidden behind him, rubbing your face in his back to keep quiet, trying not to laugh about being caught. Of course you two got caught getting randy fucked in the parking lot. 

“Right now, right away, thank you officer” He said and once the officer headed away, he rolled up his window quickly and fell back in the seat, deep laughter issuing from him. You sit next to him and sputter a bit, but he wraps you in his arms and tugs you in against him, kissing your neck, or trying to. It was mostly him huffing, and you to get caught up in it. “Baby we better get home, were lucky we didnt get in trouble.” 

“Yea, we probably should” He agreed, but was soon distracted in kissing you again and drawing out deep moans, a flicker of red and blue lights light up your car and you two broke apart, opening the back door and crawling out into the front seats. With a turn of the engine, you two left, the cop following you along till you were closer to home. 

Once you two reached the apartment building and made it inside without anymore incidences, you shrug out of your coat while he wanders back over to his laptop and opens it up like hes about to settle into typing again. “Handsome you sure you wanna do that?” You ask as you head down the hallway towards the bedroom. 

“But I thought of a perfect ending” He states, clearly distracted to your actions outside of the bedroom door. But as soon as your bra slingshots right into his chest and falls in his lap, his eyes widen as he looks up at you, your back to him, shimmying down your leggings for a second time, he snapped it shut once again. “Sorry Bryan, day late again.” He he raced down the hallway, catching you and dropping you down on the bed. 

He really was living his own romantic comedy. 

@what-is-your-plan-today​ @p8tn0lish​ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123​ @jtargaryen18​

[johnjhalseth]

This photo shows who I think took most of the early photographs in this set. The gentleman off to the left is holding what I thought was a cigarette paper but after scanning the negative and enlarging it I could see it's not a paper but actually a remote shutter trigger. I'm not entirely sure who he is, possibly Modeste's Uncle Bryan Baker. In fact I'm only absolutely sure that the lady with the awesome chapeau is Modeste's mother Katie I. Baker Caro. I've tried to convince myself that the man in the bowler is John G. Caro but I'm just not sure

[checkthefeed]

[ FUNKINAROUND | Ski-Boardin ]

World premiere of SKI-BOARDIN! 

Featuring: Braedon G Wheeler, Jake Carney, Brin James Alexander, Coulton John Edward Conway, Bryan Bowler, Miles Fortoloczky, Anthony Stefanizzi, Kian Esmali, Marcos Rafael Miranda

Filmed / Edited by Gabriel Ostapchuk

[omdaily10]

THINKING OF ME

Writers: Olly Murs, Steve Robson and Wayne Hector

Producers: FutureCut, Steve Robson

Album: Olly Murs

Release Date: 22/11/2010

B-Side: 'Sophie' (Writers: Olly Murs, James Bryan, Jason Pebworth, George Astasio, Jon Shave / Producers: The Invisible Men)

Chart Positions: #4 (UK), #3 (Scotland), #13 (Ireland)

Certifications: Gold (UK, 400k)

If you'd stopped and asked most people who'd watched The X Factor on the street c. early 2010 how they anticipated a single by Olly to sound, then 'Thinking Of Me' probably wouldn't have been too wild an approximation. In fact, where his first album is concerned, it seems to be this and another single we'll meet in a couple of weeks from now which are the most easily and fondly remembered from that era.

One thing we neglected to mention on 'Please Don't Let Me Go', but that we will now, is that the final mixing and production on both that single and this were helmed by FutureCut, a Mancunian team of producers with a leaning towards the retro ska/reggae pop feel that Olly and Epic Records had been establishing him in, with a slight feel of more cooler, British urban sounds, hence their roll call of previous work with artists in that mould like Lily Allen, Dizzee Rascal and Professor Green.

The latter was almost meant to appear on this single, but clearance by his label (Virgin EMI) couldn't be made in time for him to feature on it, although they have remained good industry pals since. Although still leaning towards the sonic inclinations of light ska influenced pop as on the debut, it's slightly less pronounced on 'Thinking Of Me', and its verses and melody are rooted in peak 90s Britpop.

In fact, of all Olly's singles, it's probably the one with the least conventional structure. The verses lead into the one sentenced chorus 'And I know that you're somewhere, thinking of me', a second chorus in the latter half that kind of isn't, and two disparate middle 8 bits that don't really fit anywhere else in the song, before it closes on the second demi-chorus again and then the hallmark of many a great pop song: a built in whistle. If postmen the land over weren't going to whistle it before, then they definitely were now.

Described in one review as a ‘gap year anthem’, owing to its lyrics of reminiscing on ‘picking up seashells on a pebble beach’ and ‘rocking Converse with your old Raybans … somewhere listening to Bob Marley’ with a holiday romance, ‘Thinking Of Me’ came out when it was quite literally the wintertime in London referenced in the opening of the song – the coldest British November on record for this decade, in fact.

Not for the last time in his career, Olly had to don a harness for the flying sequences in the accompanying video, where he plays a down and out ice cream truck driver on a typical rainy British day. It was also the first of his singles to be premiered via a homecoming performance on the very stage he’d been introduced on a year previously, that was all red phone boxes, bowler hats and braces – and a tongue in cheek change of the lyrics to reference Cheryl, who was then still a judge on The X Factor at the time.

Although it proved a bit of a stretch to repeat the chart topping success of ‘Please Don’t Let Me Go’ (partly thanks to the collective charity single from that year’s finalists, a cover of David Bowie’s ‘Heroes’ to raise money for the Help For Heroes charity, sweeping all before it), ‘Thinking Of Me’ secured Olly’s second top 5 hit of his career, and was still inside the top 10 by the time the new year rolled around, as well as awarding him with his second gold record. So far, so good.

OTHER THOUGHTS

The Invisible Men were also on hand for co-writing and production of this single’s B-side, a stripped back acoustic ditty titled ‘Sophie’, which lyrically foreshadowed the same topic of his biggest hit two years later, being as it was lyrically a song about a lady friend who proved irresistible despite being a bit of a no-gooder. It’s definitely in keeping with the material from his first album era and is worth reinvestigation.