#PRO GOLF

[doyouknowthisgolfer]

[kurtismcilroy]

do you have any rory headcanons by any chance ... please 🤲 ☺️

Hello! Indeed I do! But what kind of headcanons would you like, if you don't mind specifying a bit? Thanks for your request, though! I'm happy to fulfill them when I know what kind you would like ^^

[jillianclausen]

[acrosstobear]

zbrownceo Next off, @.landonorris

[wttcsms]

introverted, reserved reader x extroverted character who’s lowkey a bop is THE dynamic of the day. no, bc just imagine pro golfer!reader — right now, you are at your prime. perfect games, playing at peak performance, you’re number one in all of your tournaments. and you’re alone; there’s no one left in your league to really compete with + during your off season, there’s no one for you to spend your free time with. so you train. and you train. and then you train some more. but during a charity event game, you lose. horrifically. months before the start of a fresh season, you realize you are in a major slump that you can’t figure out how to get out of. it’s nothing physical, and your best friend/caddy/maybe only friend realizes that your block is all mental. there’s something bothering you & if you ever want to play well again, you need to figure it out.

so, your caddy takes you to a silly mini golf course, and while there, you meet character. he’s cocky and irritating and offers to help you on your swing & worst of all, he’s an athlete himself. how would he feel if you started mansplaining a kiddy version of his own sport? determined to crush him, you two compete against each other in mini golf and for the first time in forever, you realize halfway through that you’re actually smiling during the game. you can’t remember the last time you smiled while playing golf.

(you two enter a weirdly serious situationship where he’s too scared of fully committing bc he’s worried he’ll somehow fuck things up with you + you’ve never been with a guy ever, so you’re clueless on how a courtship should even go)

[laurearte]

Deux bons amis se regardent (l’un est un skatos l’autre met que des fringues de pêcheur Guy Cotten)

[athleticperfection1]

Paige Spiranac

[andithil]

[retrocgads]

USA 1997

[writercole]

Drive Me Crazy

Summary: A chance at a promotion becomes more than a chance encounter and a date is far better than par. Words: 1330 Warnings: bad puns, objectification, innuendo, language Credits: @princessmisery666 for being the best beta ever. A/N: I could not have done this without my Opie. This AU has been in development for quite some time now and literally would not exist had my Ope not forced me to watched this stupid movie about these stupid planes and stupid hot boys. I still have strong negative feelings about Tom Cruise.

Carla knew that her best chance of getting her promotion lay in impressing her bosses at the golf game she was invited to at the end of the week. The only problem was her lack of skills.

Everyone at the office raved about the golf pro at Sandy Dunes Country Club. When she called, she was informed that lessons were available to non members at a higher price and more limited schedule. She booked for every available afternoon slot.

Now that she’d arrived, twenty minutes early for her first lesson, staring at the lavish landscaping in front of the columned building through her windshield, she wasn’t sure she had made the right decision. Golf had nothing to do with her job in marketing. Her performance over the last several years garnered rave reviews from both superiors and clients alike and her colleagues adored and respected her. She didn’t need to be good at golf.

My marketing game is on par, I don’t need a golf score, too. That thought drew a laugh from her and gave her the courage to go meet this golf pro, Bradley Bradshaw.

“Who names their kid Brad Brad, anyway?” she muttered under her breath as she stepped into the lobby. Her sneakers squeaked with every step she took, giving her the feeling that everyone was staring at her, judging her.

She saw a group of men standing over by the pro shop, impeccably dressed and impossibly handsome, all three of them. One of them looked like a living Ken doll and another looked straight out of the California surf. The third reminded her of a more handsome Ricky Ricardo with his jet black hair and brown eyes. They all looked up as she passed, her eyes darting away quickly to avoid being caught, though they didn’t seem to care if they were taking their turn to ogle her as their eyes followed her inside.

She scanned the small shop, spotting another broad shouldered man, his back towards her as he arranged stock behind the counter. She approached slowly, still dreading the actual lesson but slightly less apprehensive about meeting her instructor. If he was half as attractive as the male models standing at the door she’d have trouble paying attention, but at least she’d have some eye candy. 

“Excuse me,” she called, stepping up to the counter. As the man turned, she had to suppress a gasp. His eyes drew her in immediately. Warm and dark, they reminded her of tidepools on the beach, the sand turning the ocean water a brownish shade before it washed back out to sea. 

The depths of his enchantment deepened when her eyes landed on the soft brown mustache, something that would have been commonplace forty years ago but had fallen out of fashion - and rightfully so - yet somehow, this man pulled it off. The faded scars on his cheeks told of a deep past, something that piqued her curiosity without him ever having spoken a word. As his eyes focused on her face, his lips curled into a soft smile, making her swoon inside.

“Can I help you, miss?” he asked. His voice was rich and velvety, wrapping her in a warmth that made her feel safe.

“I’m looking for Bradley Bradshaw? I have a lesson at 3,” she said, controlling her voice well enough that he didn’t hear the tremble of anxiety or the breathlessness of her attraction towards him.

“You’ve found him. It’s nice to meet you.” He rounded the edge of the counter and extended his hand. His hand engulfed hers, calloused and warm and strong. 

“You say that now. But by the time our lesson is over for today you may feel differently.” She chuckled as she let his hand go, casting her eyes down in embarrassment.

“Why’s that?” 

“Oh, I’m terrible at anything athletic.” 

His eyebrows raised and his arms folded across his chest as he eyed her in disbelief. “I highly doubt that, sweetheart. I bet you could run circles around me.”

“Well, running isn’t really athletic and -”

“Running builds stamina. It’s important for pretty much every other sport as well as…other activities.” He winked and her face flushed, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth as her eyes found anything else to look at. The whistles and cheers from the group of men were silenced with a single look before he turned his attention back to her. “Let’s head out to the driving range. See what you’ve got.”

She let him walk in front of her when an idea crossed her mind. “What does driving have to do with golf?” she scoffed with a tsk. When Bradley turned around, his mouth ajar and eyebrows furrowed, it took everything in her to keep a straight face.

"You're kidding right?"

"I know about the golf carts but I mean, I drove here in a car. Shouldn't that count for something?"

Bradley scrubbed his hand down his face, folding his arms across his chest covering the sigh that escaped him with a hand over his mouth.

"I told you I'm not athletic!"

"That's not - I mean I - You -" he stammered as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, resting his hands on his hips when his gaze returned to her. When his eyes landed on her face, her eyes twinkled with mischief and her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, his jaw dropped. "You're fucking with me."

Laughter burst from her mouth, her head tipping back before she doubled over. Several long moments later, struggling to catch her breath, she wiped tears from her eyes. “The look on your face, Bradley. It was worth everything,” she stated through her laughter.

“Worth me dropping you as a client?” he offered.

“Oh, absolutely. I don’t even want to learn golf,” she shrugged. 

“So why hire me?”

“It’ll give me an edge for a promotion,” she sighed. “Old white men and their boys clubs. They invited me to go golfing with them this weekend at some private course and I know zip about how to play.”

“Old white men and - you wouldn’t be talking about Mitchell, Simpson, and Caine, would you?”

“How did you know that?” she questioned, her eyes narrowing.

“They play on my dad’s course.”

“Wait, Goose is your dad?”

“Yeah, they were all in the Navy together -”

“Before they retired and went their separate ways and get together every couple of weeks to hang out.” She shut her eyes and groaned. Of course that would be the case. “I’ve heard their stories a thousand times. I work for Caine Technology.”

“In that case, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Bradley smirked, “he sucks at golf. So do the other three, my dad included.”

“Then how did you become a golf pro?”

“Sorry, that information is reserved for a second date.”

“A second date? I wasn’t aware this was a first date,” she flirted.

“Well, this isn’t, exactly. But I had planned on offering to buy you a drink afterwards at this great place I know that just happens to be attached to a restaurant.”

“Did I just ruin your plans?”

“Depends on what your answer is.”

“And if my answer is yes?”

“Then I guess you haven’t ruined my plans.” Bradley tucked his hands in his pockets and grinned at her, a boyish smile that made his eyes light up.

“Good,” she smirked, but her expression soon sobered and she looked very serious. “But my plans consist of beating your dad’s friends at golf so I need you to show me everything you know.” 

“In that case, let’s work on your short game first. None of them can putt worth a damn,” he chuckled as he offered his arm and led her to the practice area. His track record with women had him sitting pretty in the nest as an Eagle, but with Carla, he wanted to get an ace or at least avoid the sand and land in the green.

[doyouknowthisgolfer]

[the-football-chick]

awww

Rodgers and Allen are both missing the NFL Pro Bowl due to "injuries" but not so much that they can't participate in the Pro-Am golf tournament at Pebble Beach this weekend. 😂

IG: nfloncbs (2/4/23)

[jillianclausen]

[jhsharman]

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[kurtismcilroy]

About this page! ^^

UPDATE AS OF AUGUST 2024 🗣‼️

Hey!! My name is Kurtis/Kurt and I write stuff about Rory McIlroy and sometimes other stuff in my life. Other times, I'll be reblogging things.

I will sometimes write agere and other themes for Rory, however I must note that agere is strictly non sexual. I don't write anything sexual on this page as I am a minor.

More about me:

I'm a trans (ftm) and gay guy who has a special interest in golf, more specifically Rory McIlroy. I am also religious (norse, greek, roman and egyptian paganism) and spiritual. Other interests of mine include Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, space, history, Sonic the Hedgehog, FNAF and dinosaurs. I am also autistic 🗣‼️

Alternate names: Rory, Justin, Tommy, Viktor

I hope you all enjoy what I do! ^^

[butch-bakugo]

Apparently there was a second attempt on Trump's life and yet again its another former/current trump supporter. The theory about the first one being fake is getting a little stronger lol it barely got press coverage cause literally no one cared and now they are going for round 2 even though its doing less numbers than the first cause it wss on his fuckin golf course, he didn't even get hit and no one outside of his little fuckin cult gives a literal shit about him. He's not gonna win and if these are genuine, how did BOTH OF YOU MISS?!! THIRD TIMES A CHARM!!! Once more from the back! Line up your shot better this time please! Double check to make extra sure!

Sure it'll just be another head off the republican christiofachist nazi KKK Hydra, project 2025 dosent cease existing just cause Trump's not there to head it but it'll be the funniest shit if the head wanna be dictator gets fuckin offed by his own, not antifa, before he even has a chance to lose another election. Better yet, probable next shooter, please wait till just after he loses. Let him live just long enough to watch his ass lose again and then off him cause lets be real, this decrepit mother fucker is going to be in his fucking mid 80s by the time the next election rolls around and he will kesp trying until he fuckin dies.

Idk who it will be and I really don't care but this wanna be Hitler deserves every threat he receives.