#isles-of-man

[isles-of-man]

He’d had a rough day. With work wearing him thin and his own life not much of one to note as exciting of late he had come to visiting a strip club to find his excitement and he had visited for some time now admiring the web as they danced for him. It got him off, had him wanting for a release when he needed it. All the woman there were beautiful as intended with outfits that left little to the imagination. He liked the look of them; some more than others when he caught sight of a woman named precious as her stage name had gone by. A wonder amongst the rest that he had to have her alone. He did, many times over on his lap dancing for him in a private room. Today was no different as he asked for her at the desk before being guided to a private room.

There he sat, taking his suit jacket off and folded it next to himself with a complimentary drink of scotch that he asked for neat. The feeling of awaiting for her arrival always one that had him already day-dreaming of her and her body straddling his lap as she teased him. He was eager but hid it well under a straight face. Lorcan should have known better to fall for a woman that worked in a club; unable to be truly exclusive to him but he wagered he could convince her under the nose of her club owner. After-all, what was the worst that could happen to him if he asked. She was opened to decline. His heart could take the heartbreak. It had been many times before.

He greeted her as he always did, not by her stage name but by a name of his own choosing. “Hello, darling”

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[ofinfinitedreams]

To be part of one of the most successful bands (Rage Nation) in the business was such an achievement. Every night Alex performed was such a rush of adrenaline. It was the greatest feeling to have your songs sang back to you. There was nothing quite like it. It was indescribable. At the moment it was festival season so she and her band had a few gigs lined up, but at this moment the brunette was here at this bar to celebrate one of her oldest and dearest friends’ birthday. It was a thankful time to celebrate and mingle with the other elite musicians that were in her orbit. After an hour or so the party was in full swing. There was a copious amount of alcohol and music was blaring within the karaoke section. Her body was absolutely buzzing with giddiness as she was urged to take up position on the stage for a random duet. A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she waited for her partner and their song selection of choice. She prayed it was someone she knew well, but she was here to have fun and enjoy herself which is exactly what she was doing, so she didn’t mind if it wasn’t. She’d eat them alive and absolutely kill whatever song was about to play, she mused to herself and the crowd cheered in anticipation. A shy smile graced her features as she saw him take to the stage as well. Andrew Harris. She knew him a little and glad it's him out there with her. Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado.Timbaland started and feels electric when she hears him start to sing along ready for her to join.

@isles-of-man

[consultingsister-a5]

plotted starter -- @isles-of-man

Sitting in the halls of government feels no different than sitting in the waiting room at her old school or her father's office. She has that same feeling, too, like she's about to get in trouble, but she's already worked a way out of it. In her school days, she probably was about to get in trouble. Or be generally warned about certain behaviours they were having a hard time proving. The dormmistress was sure she was out of bed at 2am on Saturday but couldn't prove it. The reprimand would then be half-hearted. A warning against such behaviour, even if she was just thinking it.

On the other hand, her father had a much scarier presence than her headmistress but had no time or energy to discipline his children seriously. She thought being grounded was something American television made up. She has no memory of him shouting at any of his children. It was a serious, cold stare that chilled you to your bones. Getting called into his London office at any time or age was enough.

Oscar Leon has no reason to get Celia into trouble. In fact, a thought she tries to assure herself with, it's in his best interests to be as sweet to Cee as possible. So why the looming feeling? Perhaps it's triggered by dark wood walls and doors with shiny gold plaques. She's pulled from her thoughts by a friendly call to her right; the woman gestured towards the wood-panelled door, "You can go in now, Ms Holmes."

Celia has done her due diligence. She understands her target and, therefore, knows her arguments. But as she brushes at her suit trousers and hears her own heels step into the office, she feels her gender. And perhaps her age. She is a young woman stepping into a lion's den of old alpha males. Nothing of this appears in her confident look, outstretched hand, and stride towards the desk. "Mr Leon, thank you for this meeting, I'm sure we have much to gain from one another."

[carpe-noctvm]

Isle of Skye, Scotland / August 2019

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[goryhorroor]

“there are several reasons why the horror genre declined – in both quality and popularity – at the tail end of the 1930s & into the 40s. firstly, the narrative conventions became so well established that they appeared formulaic and predictable, especially when the same-old same-old monsters were put into rotation time and time again. then, political strife curtailed a lot of european filmmaking. thirdly, movies with supernatural, violent, science fiction or fantasy elements became a target for literal-minded censors, who were concerned that the masses might believe or, still worse, imitate the horrors they witnessed on the silver screen.”

[diablo1776]

Isle of Mann TT

[ardley]

The Pinnacle, Storr - Scotland (Spot the man in the red coat)

Photographed by Freddie Ardley

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[puppyeared]

Callbacks to older episodes

[canisalbus]

My auntie keeps Golden Guernsey goats on our island, like many of our local unique breeds of livestock they nearly went extinct in the starving during ww2 occupation surviving by only one smuggled flock. They're super friendly and energetic and their colouration might be of interest :eyes:

Oh OH these are very pretty

[beezabub]

Please consider reblogging for further reach! I might give an explanation. Maybe

[isles-of-man]

It had been months, a little over two when they had decidedly become a couple and though it was only between the two it didn’t matter any less. He had become accustomed to his new title of her boyfriend; as it were in private. In public, they remained the same as they were around their parents during Sunday dinners when they were called. The announcement that he was now living full-time in London had given them an excuse to call upon a family time each day for a roast. Only in those moments, he was her dear brother, but then he loved that title too. At those times only he and his sweet sister knew what that meant.

As it happened Paiges' birthday fell on that Sunday; both were meant to attend but he had come the night before as they had planned a prior trip in his plans for a surprise of a a few nights away. He made love to her the night before; fucked her too as she wanted it but no matter which way love was in every stroke of his cock that pummeled that sweet cunt of his sweet step-sister. In the morning he woke her with his head between her thighs, over and over again until her legs were quaking and begged for a reprieve. He had smirked leaving her in such a daze; a leaving gift as he needed to make his way home to pack and meet her at dinner.

He arrived earlier than she had; making sure that the facade held for bickering step-sister and brother and he made a show of complaint as she was seated beside him and glared at his father; a very common occurrence through the years. Tonight they announced a guest to dinner and he almost groaned at the thought of anyone else to stretch the night any longer but held his tongue.

It wasn’t until he saw who the guest was; her ex-boyfriend. Fucking Alan. He looked at his father and then his stepmother before he looked at Alan; holding his disdain for the man and listening to them speak of an invitation they held for a surprise birthday of her old flame. It seemed they thought of her mad for it and brought them back to reignite the flame. Without thinking he looked at Alan. “Hello Twat” he greeted before going right back to his dinner and glanced at his sister. He put a hand on her knee under the table, one in comfort and one in possession when he first saw that prick.

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[ofinfinitedreams]

For the past year Celeste thought her life was going well. She'd excelled in her position at work and got offered a new job, because of hard work and due dilligence. But, also what her friends didn't know was that her love life was going swimmingly or so she thought. Her friends thought she was alone, because secretly she had been sneaking around with another woman's husband. It's not like she or he planned it. It started how cliche the tropes really. She went dancing on a night out. Had a lot of fun, plenty of alcohol and innuendo's which ended up having a one night stand. Or so she thought. The one night stand turned into such an exhilarating, breathtaking and thrilling romance. He treated her like a princess, which no-one ever had before. The only thing was she didn't know, was that he was married and had children. He only told her because she caught him in his lie. To say she was livid was an understatement, but the sex was too dynamite to forgo, beyond her better judgement. Until it all came to a halt, when they were caught in an intimate position on top of their kitchen counter. Since then, she's lost the one person to truly make her feel like herself. Now she's all alone.

The only thing that would try and clear her conscience was if she was to repent for her sins, so Celeste found herself entering the churchyard on a quiet Sunday. Dressed casually in red, ready to confess her sins. Upon entering as she found her way into the confessional booth, and sat down. When she heard the metal slide across signally a priest listening on the other side. She began by making the sign of the cross and whispered "Forgive me Father for I have sinned…" started to tell the whole story. "I've been having sex with a married man, who has children for the last year. The sex was incredible," she cried softly.

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[demigods-posts]

imagine during the third book where percy gets his final recommendation letter. he is approached by a god or goddess who asks him to reconcile past relationships. because to move forward, you can't let the things of the past hold you back. so percy gets closure with the side characters from the pjo og series. clarisse, nico, thalia, and rachel. and it just gets progressively more intimate until he has to confront one final person: the ghost of luke castellan.

[lovely-abeille]

i bet on losing dogs, mitski // ? // isle of dogs, wes anderson (2018) // i'm your man, mitski // let dead dogs lie, silas melvin

[retromania4ever]

🛑📛⚠️Isle Of Man T.T⚠️📛🛑 the most dangerous #motorsports... Crazy Speed

[thebeautifulbook]

THE PHYNODDERREE, AND OTHER LEGENDS OF THE ISLE OF MAN by Edward Callow (London: Dean, [1882]). Illustrated by W.J. Watson.

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