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Cat lands man in court over ammo offences

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Cat lands man in court over ammo offences

Thursday, 18 April 2024 06:52 A businessman has found himself in court after a cat triggered an alarm at his home. Property developer and food waste company owner Michael Osborne of the Ballamodha Straight in Ballasalla appeared before Deputy High Bailiff Rachael Braidwood at Douglas Courthouse. The 75-year-old admitted two counts of illegally possessing ammunition. […]

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[carpe-noctvm]

Isle of Skye, Scotland / August 2019

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[islesnucks]

-> Mat Barzal - january 19th

[blueiscoool]

Viking Age Silver Found by Metal Detectorist

A Viking age silver ingot found by a metal detectorist in the south of the Isle of Man has been declared treasure at an inquest.

The 1,000-year old piece, which is 2.6in (6.7cm) long and 0.3in (0.75cm) wide, was found 7in (18cm) below the surface in July 2022.

It was found by retired civil engineer John Smart, who reported the item to Manx National Heritage (MNH).

Curator of archaeology Allison Fox said the find would help increase the understanding of the Viking age in the island and where the activity took place.

It was significant because there had been no other similar items found in the vicinity of the find in the past.

The composition of the piece was tested at the University of Liverpool with the results showing it contained 88% silver.

The tests were carried out on the piece, which dates back to between 900 and 1045 AD, to prove its content because similar ingots of copper and lead had also been found in the past.

Ms Fox said silver was the most common form of currency during the Viking period and in its day the ingot would have been worth the equivalent of about £200 to its owner.

While silver coins were also used, ingots could be used as the “credit cards” of their day as they were able to be used in trading all over the Viking world, she said.

However, she said it was not known whether it had been lost or hidden for safekeeping.

The piece will be put on display at the Manx Museum from Thursday.

Under Manx laws, finds of archaeological interest must be reported to MNH and items of precious metal that are more than 300 years old are the subject of a legal ruling by a coroner.

Items declared treasure belong to the Crown and are held in trust by MNH, with the finder rewarded.

By Catherine Nicoll.

[fallinallincurls]

HI BARZY

[isles-of-man]

With harsh breaths, quiet grunts with a hand pumping his cock under a shower where Simon was moving his hand with quick motions as he relieved himself and coming hard spurting his seed on the tiles walls before watching it run down the drain. He’s quiet as she moans a name. Rose; uttered in a low and quiet sigh. He’s unable to get her out of his mind since the early morning hours before the dawn that they had shared. After she had gone to her bedroom he had sat outside on the balcony a few minutes more before he attempted to go to bed but he was unable to bring himself to lay in bed with her mother and fell asleep in another guest room before he had awoken dreaming of Rose and slipped into the bathroom where he took himself in hand.

He leaned his head on the tiles walls, catching his breath before he put his head back under the spray and washed himself clean. He had just said his goodbyes to her before she left her her trip; awakening early enough to see her off and give his apologies for not joining her the night before. She was kind enough to excuse him as they kissed each other goodbye but he put effort in his emotions as he felt he was betraying Rose rather than her. Two weeks alone with her daughter now. How could he ever survive it now? He thought.

Simon dressed, decidedly making an effort to move on with the day planned for them as it had already been arraigned. He dressed in his riding clothes, leaving his bedroom as he moved down the halls to her door as he hesitated to wake her. He had thought of the last moments with her; the disappointment to carry on with him but he had to deny her before losing himself again. He had wanted her; still felt that ache in his gut. His hand stopped on her door handle, lifting away as he stopped himself from opening it and knocked.

“Good morning, Rose. Your mother has already rushed off but there’s breakfast waiting for your downstairs. If you feel up to it I’ll be in the stables.” he spoke through the door and sighed as he turned to leave. He would leave her with the choice to join him or not; never blaming her if she chose to avoid him. Simon had walked away; refusing himself entry to her and waking her. He had been able to deny himself temptation but felt himself desiring still to be drawn back to her and join her in her bed. “idiot” he muttered to himself as he came to the stables and came to greet his horse and busied himself with their feeding and prepped them for a ride.

“Hello, my beauty. I hope you’re kind today. I have someone new for you to meet and I hope you treat her well. She means very much to me” he spoke, speaking to his horse as if it could understand him but he knew it was lost to him. The poor thing having to listen to him prattle on and spill his heart. Simon smiled to himself, foolish in his own actions and patted the large animal and felt it move it’s head playfully push him back. “none of that. You have someone to impress” he paused, realising he was making him aware of someone joining them.

He held his breath, letting it go as he spoke her name, “Rose...”

@ofinfinitedreams

[iwantahockeyhimbo]

butch goring is NOT to be played with.

[satrnretrnsintrlude]

barzy’s favourite ice cream being BUBBLEGUM….that’s an overgrown child

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DEFA to consider making cat microchipping compulsory

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DEFA to consider making cat microchipping compulsory

Friday, 22 March 2024 10:40 The Department of Environment, Food and Agriculture will consider making microchipping compulsory for cats. It comes after responses to a consultation have been published, asking for views on the welfare code for the animals.  Following suggestions, DEFA says it will possibly consult on cat microchipping in the future, but it […]

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[whispers-of-masser]

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

~~~

Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

~~~

"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

[inspectorseb]

Okay everyone needs to go and look at the pictures of Alex, Ilya, and Mat from last night on Sofi’s instagram 💀

[artist-issues]

Why'd he change "take apart 'our' very heart" to, possibly, "take apart his/this very heart" at the Bowery? Why'd he cut out the last verse, where, when I was 13, he promised that faith was the battle he was picking?

[cyndrastic]

I WARNED YOU ITS SELKIE AU TIME

Here’s Craig!! Ignore that i drew him kinda young here, this was just a doodle, he’s like early 20s in this au

Anyway plenty of people know about female selkie myths: they go on land, get their skin stolen by a man, and they’re forced to marry and live with him till they either 1: die or 2: find their skin and return to the sea

but there are male selkies with a bit of a different lore >:)

male selkies follow the same rules with skins as women do: they shed their skin to become human, and without it, they can’t go home. But, according to mythology, if a heartbroken or unhappy woman cries 7 tears into the sea, she summons a selkie to fall in love with her and take her back to his underwater kingdom.

the stories range on how much of this is the woman’s free will vs. mind control, and no one seems to agree on how long a male selkie can stay on land, but this is kinda important to this au. Not the main focus, but i wanted to mention it anyway cause i found it cool.

but yeah expect more of this cause i’m brainrotting very hard atm <3

[beauvilliers]

penguins @ islanders | february 17, 2023

[brokenanxiety]

no one speak to me omg. mathew michael paul barzal.

from the islanders ig story

[aworldofpattern]

Year of the Rabbit postage stamps by Stanley Chow for the Isle of Man Post Office, Lunar New Year 2023.

Stanley Chow is a British artist and illustrator, whose parents emigrated to England from Hong Kong.